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Sunday, 21 December 2014

Lights, camera, SOCIAL ACTION!

Chetna Ojha

With 1.28 billion monthly active users, Facebook is the most widely used social networking site across the world. So much is its influence that in some parts of the world the term ‘Facebook’ has become synonymous with social networking. From being a noun, “I have logged into Facebook”, the term has become a verb, “oh, I am Facebooking”. This speaks volumes of the impact that the social media giant has had on its users who are spread across the globe. There must be something that makes this social space so popular and active. Why is it that people want to share their private lives on an open forum? More interestingly, what is it, which is making them share their likes, dislikes, locations and other personal things? What is guiding this mass social action?

Clearly, this furore about sharing everything on Facebook cannot be assumed to be random. This is too simplistic an answer to a much complex issue which, on a deeper look, reveals that what is happening on Facebook is an important sociological phenomenon in its totality, what Max Weber has called ‘social action’. This action is building and shaping relationships every minute in this rapidly changing world.
This essay looks at those relationships in one of the most popular social space, Facebook with reference to Max Weber’s theory of Social Action.

Anybody, from the first minute of logging into his/her Facebook account becomes a part of a carefully laid-out process of interaction with his/her social surroundings. He/she is a part of a complex web of people who, like him/her, are using the facility to connect with others and in the process, all of them are fulfilling what Cohen has noted as the three essential aspects of Weber’s approach to social action in Chapter I of Economy and Society. These are subjective meaning, social relationship and stable content. Every Facebook user is posting status updates, photographs and educational background, not only to make his whereabouts known to those who care, but also to gain attention and make his/her presence felt in the social domain. What comes attached with this constant poking of catching attention is an additional want of getting ‘likes’. The number of ‘likes’ on a certain post has become an implicit indicator of its ‘cool-ness quotient’ or beauty or sensibility, even when most people don’t put conscious efforts into rationalizing before liking anything. Most of the time, when one posts something, there’s an anxiety to keep checking the number of likes or comments. The more of either or both, the better one feels, despite the fact that he/she knows that most of the people who have liked or commented are only his/ her virtual friends whom he/she might not communicate on a regular basis. Yet that upward-moving ‘like’ counter makes everybody happy and to get that satisfaction, people are ready to jazz everything up, and sometimes completely change things from what they really are!

An example of this is, people uploading edited images!
Reducing the blur, red-eye, accentuating a particular colour, styling the picture with a sepia or a black and white effect, you got to name it and everything’s available. The number of image-editing tools is increasing manifold, each with a certain ‘new’ feature to make you or your photo more ‘rocking’ or ‘cool’. What this implicitly means is to make it more socially acceptable and therefore, likeable.

Of late, Facebook has also become a popular forum for campaigning of all sorts - social and commercial. The Arab spring is a blazing example of the impact of Facebook in the social space. It was because of various social media, particularly Twitter and Facebook that the protests in Tunisia captured the attention of the masses across the globe and consequently sparked uprisings against authoritarianism in other parts of the world. For example, nearly 9 out of 10 Egyptians and Tunisians were using Facebook to organize protests or spread awareness about them according to a survey done by The National (UAE). Recently, the India Against Corruption movement, the Assembly elections and the Lok Sabha elections in India saw a massive online participation of people. There were animated discussions, status updates, photo shares, likes and event participation notifications all around.

When people express their opinion about any issue which concerns them and the society at large, it does not happen in isolation. Their opinions are agreed with, disagreed with, countered or shared. Social relationships build up and the action of an individual takes into account the action of others as well. There’s not just one lead actor, but the Facebook forum as a stage has multiple actors playing their part in tandem with each other. Facebook is an active space for commercial advertising as well, which is also the main source of its revenues. Every advertiser is putting up its ad there with an intention of gaining recognition and purchases. Therefore, Facebook is not restricted to personal communications/sharing only. Financial motives are also a crucial part of the social mingling happening on the website.

But Facebook is not equally pleasing to everybody as it is to those who constantly keep updating their profiles. A lot of people who deactivate their account do so because the ironical monotony of skimming through 'new' posts bores them and forces them to find a more productive substitute for the time that they spend on Facebook. A lot of blogs and articles written by people who deactivated their account narrate their stories of how their time has become more productive and their days more relaxed after they deactivated/deleted their account. So despite Facebook being the ‘in’ thing, some people choose to break up with it and this shows that social action is not free of conflicts.

Weber doesn’t talk much about conflicts while sharing his views on social actions unlike Marx, but the deactivation of account is an example of conflict with the general trend of social action of fellow users. Coming back to what Weber had to say about social action, that as a sociologist, it is essential to understand the motivating factors, see how people interpret a social relationship and attribute meaning to a situation.
As mentioned before, recognition is one of the motivating factors to be active on Facebook. Apart from the regular features like profile picture, cover picture etc., adding a life event like graduation, marriage, engagement, etc., are the ways of telling everybody about the ups in one’s life and therefore gain recognition through likes and congratulatory messages. In a way, this is encouraging, but in a lot of other ways, it implicitly builds up pressure on a lot of people to look a certain way, click pictures in certain poses which have become popular with time. As Weber conveys, the interactions have certain patterns or regularities associated with them and therefore meaningful action among different individuals is associated with expected responses from others. These patterns are meaningful actions of individuals, but they may ultimately solidify into customs, laws, institutions, or structures.

This can be observed through a small example on Facebook. There is an increasing want of social acceptability. Certain ‘norms’ of how a profile picture should look and what’s the ‘right’ pose to be struck to attain that have been set and this is most profoundly visible in the profiles of teenagers. The ‘pout’ pose is one example along with shortened words and the strange manner of writing like - ‘I wil b der..w8 4 me’.
Not just this, people are clicking pictures solely for the purpose of uploading them on Facebook and because that is the purpose, the pictures must be either ‘beautiful’ or ‘cool’, the parameters of both of which are very limiting. So, Facebook in this sense is acting as a hindrance for many to express their individuality. The expected response is that of liking a post which mentions something good and thus maintains the stability of the social action as Cohen has observed as an aspect of Weber's theory of social action.

To conclude, social action according to Weber is a meaningful action carried by an individual in tandem with other individuals and while doing so, he/she is not isolated from the society. The society renders a broader meaning and impact to the action and that makes the action of an individual social and results in building up of relationships. There can be many examples of spaces where social actions can be seen like family, friendship, etc. One such space is Facebook, which, in its ten years of existence has shaped up a new paradigm to practice a certain set of social actions, as mentioned above.

Chetna is a first year student of HRM & LR, in TISS Mumbai
Let Peace Prevail
Vijayendra K

The Idea of ‘Conflict’

Conflict is not a new term for Indians. Be it the age long territory issue of Kashmir or the ethnic clash of the North East; the idea of ‘conflict’ has lived with us and continues to interfere with the idea of a ‘nation’, but mostly lying in the unknown corners to many of its fellow citizens like us. For the citizens of our country who do not live or have never visited these conflict areas, the idea about the situation there is more or less shaped by the narratives in our text books, movies (like Roja, Border, Haider, etc.) or by media (which relates news of our Shaheed soldiers on the borders or the atrocities of AFSPA on the locals). The opportunity to interact with the people in the conflict stricken areas is very minimal. But if an opportunity was there, one could have seen the image more clearly.

Do Pehlu Sikke Ke

Sikka Uchaalte Hai,
Toh Intezaar Karte Hai Uske Nateeje Ki...

Harr Sikke Ke Do Pehlu Hotey Hai,
Par Dekhne Waale Ko Dikhaayi De Ek Taraf Ki Sachai...

Doosra Pehlu Jhoot Toh Nahi,
Lekin Jo Dikhai De Woh Sach Bhi Nahi Hai Poori, Par Hai Adhoori...

Iss Adhoori Sachhai Ko Door Karne Ke Liye
Zaroorat Hai Nazariye Ki,
Jo Intezaar Naa Kare Sach Ko Apne Paas Aane Ki,
Balki Koshish Kare Anek Nazariyon Ko Samajhne Kee.....

Nazar Nahi Aati Hamesha Poori Sacchai...
Par Jo Nazar Aaye Woh Sachai Hai Kehlaati...

Multiple Realities
The above lines indicate the two sides of the story, of which we are mostly exposed to only one side and we usually do not try to investigate the other side. We assume that whatever we see is true. Our education should teach us to enquire. If we try to get the real picture, we might see the multiple truths that lie in these conflicts, which are playing against each other. But what is the point of this? This is the question which many of us might have at this point.
Well, there are many victims of these conflicts. The citizens, the soldiers, the youth of the conflict areas, people across the borders and the many individuals who directly or indirectly get involved in these conflicts. The struggle of one cannot undermine the struggle of another. In understanding the issue with multiple perspectives, one gets to know the complexities in these conflicts. We thus understand that the resolution of these conflicts is not an easy task, more so because the issues are political and the politicians have an incentive in declaring it a status quo.
What to Expect
Aman Ki Aasha...
Sarhad Ke Iss Paar Aur Sarhad Ke Uss Paar,
Sarhad Banaaya Kaun, Hum Insaan....

Naa Alag Inki Pehchaan, Mehmaan Inke Liye Bhagwan....
Khele Kuch Log Rajneeti,
Nachaate Logon Ko Ishaaron Pe,
Baantey Logon Ko Mazhab Ke Naam Pe,
Jutaaye Mazhabi Fauz Jhooti Kahaani Se...

Par Kya Lehraate Huwi Hawa Ko Sarhad Rok Paaye,
Yaa Udti Panchi Ko Aane Se Koi Manaa Kar Paaye…
Baad Se Tabaahi Yahaan Bhi Aaye Aur Wahaa Bhi,

Jannat Ke Bantwaare Ke Saude Pe Jung Bhi Hai Ladey Jaate
Par Kabhi Kisi Ne Jannat Me Rehne Waalon Se Poocha  
Aap Apna Ghar Kaha Basaana Chahte Hai…
Ghar Me Rehne Waalon Se Pooche Binaa Ghar Ki Neelami Kee Jaarahi Hai...
Iss Beech Aman Ki Bas Aasha Hai,
Talaash Hai Uss Jannat Ke Dobaare Lautne Ki
Jahaan Goliyon Ki Bauchaar Nahi, Panchiyon Ki Gungunahat Sunaayee De.... Kaash


If the citizens are in a situation to understand the multiple realities that prevail, it may become a force in itself which will put pressure on the stakeholders to try and end these age old conflicts. It may sound impossible in the beginning but then every problem has a solution which can be achieved if there is the right will to do so. Hope is one thing the world survives on. Most of us who understand these multiple realities hope for a better and brighter future for these conflict hit areas, which would ensure a less complex world.
May we witness such a day.
Let Peace Prevail.

Vijayendra K is a 2nd year student of CODP at TISS, Mumbai.



The Vada Pavlov-ian Response

By: Suyash Garg

The swanky office of Bristol-Myers Squibb doesn’t house a cooking facility. This is primarily because of the legal tangle of approvals under India’s myriad labour laws and a strict adherence to them.  There is a sprawling cafeteria, though, where stacks of plates, china bowls and gleaming spoons await the grumbling stomachs.  However breakfast is sourced from a vendor and served at the cafeteria. Being the most important meal of the day, the significance the company attaches to breakfast seems heartening. However the admiration for taking care of the health of employees gradually dries up as a specific item stuck to the morning menu. It is the Vada-Pav. Calorie –rich and nourishment-deficit, Vada-Pav has a permanent presence at the breakfast table.  The company ensures a diversity of dishes on the menu each day but Vada-Pav retains its prized position.

Why would a BioPharma company which champions human health have Vada-Pav, inter alia on its menu?  This question swirls in the air-conditioned office and refuses to settle down.  However a patient reflection leads to startling revelations.

The humility of the Vada-Pav hits one before its taste- A crumby Pav encapsulating a fried, rounded potato cutlet.  The Vada-Pav doesn't hide its ordinariness.  On the contrary, it is precisely the unabashed but not arrogant acceptance of the same which makes it endearing. In an age of pretentious malarkey, it is its simplicity but wholesomeness that draws us to this plebeian food. Much before Mc Donald’s and its assorted ancillaries washed up on our shores, generations had subsisted on this Marathi gastronomic icon.
Interestingly, it needn't be the hungry who had feasted on it.  This culinary treat has been synonymous with the Marathi Manoos. The fibre of sons- of -the-soil has fortified the parochial palate - in more ways than one.  And this is where parochial meets plurality. Though its unassumingness belies its plurality, Vada-Pav is a binary food essentially; an amalgamation of two independent and atomic edible-the oil-rich, deep-fried vada and the humble, crumby Pav; the economy of the bread and the opulence of oil. In the age of singularity, Vada-Pava combines two seemingly disparate worlds which have little in common. Yet, it is this unison which lends the Vada-Pav its orgasmic flavour.

Best prepared in the state of unpreparedness, Vada-Pav still remains a gourmet's delight. .This is why its appeal remains undiminished. So much so that even Mc Donald’s had to kowtow. The McAloo Tikkification of its flagship product was not just a game changer in consumerist adaptation but the ultimate deification of this humble pie. But the Vada-Pav narrative is incomplete without its geographical indications. The modesty of the Vada-Pav may seem at odds with the outrageous extravagance of Mumbai, but much of it is a part of the city's myth.  Vada-Pav punctures this myth, gives it a reality check. It is the stubborn shibboleth of Mumbai's Marathi-ness. The answer of the Great Unwashed to Society: Satiety.
None among Bristol, Myers or Squibb may have tasted a Vada-Pav but the gastronomic delights dished out by this Mumbai item has certainly been lapped up by the employees of its only office in one of the fastest growing markets.

Suyash is a first year student of HRM LR in TISS Mumbai




Thursday, 11 December 2014

" Where the mind is without fear and head is held high!!"

Fieldnotes , the Online Blog of TISS, MUMBAI is being relaunched with the hope of keeping up with the literary spirit of TISS students.

With great pleasure, we invite you to participate with us in our quest to provide support to the articles and poems published on our official blog. Presenting to you, the written works of our budding writers and poets for this week. 
MAYA CHI DUNIYA

Maya is a 26 year old with intellectual disability in the NGO I work for.

She sits at the door as I draw her. Attempting to capture her wildness.
People say those people who don’t want anything big in life are losers
They assume everyone begins the same starting point.
You began without crying unlike everyone when you were born
You changed colors like a chameleon, trying each one on
Before giving yourself up
To be human.

You doze off because of your heavy medication
People try to contain your wild energies simply because they cannot
Stand seeing you free. They try to manage you
You laugh at their madness and bang upon the surfaces around them
To make them hear their delusions clang like chains around their minds

You don’t speak much, it is enough to wave from across time and space to similar souls who share your madness.
And it is enough they see. Sometimes reciprocate.

You sit at the porch of your one room house

Preferring not to participate in the Cage called family
Your brother steals money, your sister - love From a different boy each day
Counselling? Your family is much too torn apart for it
And love too distorted to put things right
All day you sit and smile
You make friends with the silence clouding around home
You don’t mind dancing but there again people insist on meaning!
Rhythm, rules, context, purpose, propriety
Again you bare your mouth in that insane smile of rotten teeth
Reminding them – all will wither away
What is left of dance will be, just as in life – motion
Just let go. Let me be. Smile. Sleep.

Sreepriya Menon


Sreepriya is student of Mental Health from School of Social Work, TISS Mumbai

 A Letter to All

26.08.2014

Dear All,

I wouldn’t know how to make for the content of this letter but what I would ask of you all, before you start reading this letter, is to set aside all you’re doing, sit for a minute, and take your time to scroll down as you read the contents of this letter, for at the end of it, I would require of you all to make a moral decision, a decision which might seem a little dazed but beyond an individual alone for it would require engaging one’s affirmed self to do what one would think is rightful - the morally rightful.

I say this considering and giving due weightage to the fact that I am not someone who has scaled moral heights, but rather I am at the ledge of a precipice. With that I have set out to write to you. To make for the content I pondered a lot, thought what I could do, and finally thought of sending the letter out to you all in the good faith that its content would be understood with good reason.

The internship requires us (Aparna and I) to be posted in the Baduria block in North 24 Parganas. This place has its own issues, from arsenic yellow water to malnourished mothers and children. Life is slow paced, development occurs, programs run their ‘vertical course’, and the divide between the government’s actions and the communities’ needs remains prima facie. Primarily an agriculture based area, the means and resources of income are limited. Viable economic resources and work participation of women is poor, and so is their health. However, the Block does perform well on other social indicators such as education, but falters in many including inter gender disparity. Thus, women here have poorer outcomes in health and education and are more prone to social malpractices. Many are victims of child and women trafficking as there exists a porous border.

Amidst this Block is the village of Atghara where we currently reside. It has what is called a Short Stay home called Ananda Kendra (a program run by the NGO called SEVA also in part financed by the Ministry of Women and Child Development, Central Social Welfare Board, Government of India). We live in there amidst the children in the same building which houses the office and the guest rooms.


Ananda Kendra is a project which has been in operation since 1984 when Mr. Asok Ghosh, now an octogenarian, decided to quit his ‘plush’ government work and devote himself to the upliftment of the people of Atghara. There have been successes and failures, from his beginning his stay in a mud hut and the kaccha roads, to the first electrical pole being erected. This village, like many a village in India, has its own story. The village has transformed itself over the past thirty years. From the village bazaar to the petty stores, Asok da (as he is lovingly called) helped transform lives. From a place where everyone was used to defecating in the open fields, all houses now have a toilet of their own. Improvement in sanitation needed a social voice and it found it in Asokda. The home is an allegory of what one can achieve when collective commitment and participation is undertaken and when people unite for upliftment. It’s one of its kind in the Block and among four others which exist in the district. It houses girls, from as young as three to adolescents, and working women above the age of twenty one. They number about forty in all. Many girls have walked out of the house, better off in life, settled and living a gainful life which gave them opportunities. Many have come back to Asokda to thank him for his efforts. These girls stay here and eat frugal meals (however they receive an egg three to four times a week).They lead all the workings of a village life, they attend schools; one of them is also on her way towards pursuing education in the field of Nursing. They all have a story to tell, from women who have been victims of violence to girls who have been abused by their near ones. Each one has some pain within, but it is all overshadowed by the world they call Ananda Kendra.

Today, however has been a sad day. Asokda had a silence befallen on him and his demeanour was agonising. On discussions, it became apparent that the Ministry had decided in a sweeping circular to stop funding the program as the social sector funding is facing a crunch. Funded till August with no acknowledgement for the future, the program was dwindling. With a single circular, the mainstay of support had been withdrawn without any consideration for the fact there was no ostentatious living. We have been here and are party to the same. We all try living a Spartan life; the girls wear old clothes but clean. They all eat simple meals, but their laughter fills the room. They all monkey around, but are hard-working and look towards a bright future.

They all want a story. For them to live here, it would require a monthly expenditure of about 500 rupees without them falling sick. Most of them are a little anaemic, but the rate of falling sick is low. They feed themselves fruits which grow in the lawns and do all the workings which would help empower them. Little joys make their lives more than it would be in their own homes.
There are no restrictions but they have a sense of freedom, security and responsibility. They make this their home.
With the cut in funding and other programs of the organisation also being stretched, these girls have been asked with a heavy heart to leave. A week is all they have. Many have cried and a gloom has set on many for the uncertainties they face in the world outside Ananda Kendra.

Pushing the state in its requirement is a long drawn affair, but to begin to make it sustaining it needs us, the community at large. We too owe a responsibility, we all do. Asokda and the children of Ananda Kendra need us. I wouldn’t know if it is right to ask of money for that doesn’t solve it. What it requires is social support, what it requires is you. Spread this word. Word of this among your friends from Social Work, other schools and other centres. I know you would all be busy. Internship is a busy phase and our careers are at our doorstep. But do give this a thought. Anyone, anyone with a spirit to help is welcome, anyone who could help advise us and help these girls to best attain what they wish to. I am not knowledgeable enough on how to go about it, but my conscience made me write this to you all and the tears of the little girls who helped make this place home for a little while.

Spread it and help us.


Help make the choice…..the rightful choice!


Rohit Samuel Shah is a 2nd year M.A. student from the school of Health Administration TISS, Mumbai.
मुज़फ्फरनगर दंगों के पन्नों से 

"अरे भाई साहब, ये मलकपुर का रास्ता किधर है?" 


भाईसाहब जो अपने काम में व्यस्त थे, नज़र उठा कर हमारी तरफ देखे और बोले  "मलकपुर जाउग्गा या और कहीं जाउग्गा ?"

Mudassir भाई बोले ,"वहां जो दंगा पीड़ितों के कैम्प हैं वहां जाना है।" 
" जब तू यहााँ से सीद्धे जाउग्गा तो सीद्धे हाथ पे कैराना बाईपास पे मुड़ जाइयो, आग्गे चल के झिंझाना वाला चौराहा आवैग्गा, उस पे ना मुड़  के उसके आग्गे वाले चौराहे से सीद्धे हाथ पे जब मुडैग्गा तो मलकपुर पहुँच जाउग्गा।" 

हमने धन्यवाद बोलते हुए मोटर साइकिल में किक मारा और मुदस्स्सर भाई को पीछे बिठा कर निकल पड़े । रास्ते भर हम और मुदस्स्सर भाई मुंबई से लेकर मुज़फ्फरनगर की चरचा करते रहे और भाईसाहब ने जो रास्ता बताया उसी हिसाब से चलते चले गए। बीस मिनट बाद हम अपनी मंज़िल पर पहुाँच चुके थे। लगे हुए तम्बूओं की तरफ मोटर साइकिल मोड़कर हमने खड़ी की, तो उसी तम्बू से एक लड़की आशमां आकर निकल खड़ी  हुई। 


पंद्रह साल के लगभग उम्र रही होगी उसकी, सुन्दर सा चेहरा लेकिन उस चेहरे पर दंगों की यादों की लकीरें साफ़ दिख रहीं थीं और उस चेहरे की चमक उसमें कहीं खोती जा रही थी। ये वक़्त उसके यौवन की दहलीज़ पर पैर रखने का था और मुक्त पंछी की तरह जीवन के  सबसे हसीन वक़्त को जीने का था, उस वक़्त में वो अपनी पढ़ाई बीच में ही छोड़ कर अपनी स्वाभिमान भरी ज़िंदगी जीने के लिए हालातों से जूझ रही थी। 

उसने आाँखों में चमक भरते हुए हम दोनों को नमस्कार किया और तुरन्त खाट बिछा कर हमको कहा, "आओ भाई साहब बैठो", और तंबू में अन्दर जाकर कुछ अपनी माँ से पूछने लगी। थोड़े ही देर में बाहर आकर बोली कि भाईसाहब क्या लाऊं चाय या पानी? तंबू के अन्दर मेरी नज़र पहले ही जा चुकी थी, सारे बरतन उलटे रखे हुए साफ़ नज़र आ रहे थे। मन ही मन सोचने लगा कि ये अतिथि सत्कार की भारतीय परम्परा भी कितनी अजीब है। ये लड़की और इसका परिवार बमुश्किल ही अपना खाना पीना चला पा रहे हैं लेकिन  इन हालातों में भी ये अपनी परंपरा नहीं भूले। 

हमने द्रवित हृदय से कहा कि नहीं नहीं अभी हम खाना खाकर ही आ रहे हैं, इन सब की कोई जरुरत नहीं। 

आशमां ने हमसे आने का कारण पूछा। मुदस्स्सर भाई, जो कि पहले से ही उस क्षेत्र में सात आठ महीने से काम कर रहे थे, उन्होंने जवाब दिया कि ये मुंबई से आये हुए हैं और दंगा प्राभावित लोगों पर  रिसर्च कर रहे हैं तो आप सबसे कुछ बात करना चाहते हैं।
वो लड़की और कैंप के बाकी लोग मेरे जैसे लोगों के आदी हो चुके थे, हर रोज़ वहाँ कोई ना कोई आता ही रहता था और हमेशा की तरह कुछ ना देकर बस तसल्ली देकर चला जाता था। मैं भी अपने मन में सोच रहा था कि मैं भी आज इनको फिर तसल्ली देकर ही जाने वाला हूाँ। लेकिन लोगों की उम्मीदें इतने दिनों बाद भी बरक़रार थीं कि शायद किसी रोज़ तो ऊपर बैठा खुदा उनकी सुन ही लेगा। धर्म को वाम पंथी लोगदुनिया भर की गालियाँ देते हैं। बाकी इस धर्म ने कुछ दिया हो या ना दिया हो पर एक बात तो माननी ही पड़ेगी , बुरे वक़्त में भी जीने का हौसला और सब कुछ अच्छा होने की उम्मीद इन धर्मोँ ने जरुर दी है।

 उस लड़की ने चप्पल पहनते हुए और दुप्पट्टा सम्भहालते हुए हमसे कहा किचलिए , मैं मिलवाती हूँ सबसे आपको। और हम उसके पीछे चलने लगे। चलते चलते तंबुओं के बीच में पहुंचे, वहाँ आशमां ने जो लोग वहां थे उनको हमारे बारे में बताया। एक दादी जैसी उम्र की महिला ने एक खुले से तंबू के अन्दर एक चटाई डाल कर हमको बैठने के मलए आमंत्रित किया । हम अपना झोला रखकर वहीं बैठ गए, और बाकी सारे लोग भी हमें वहीं घेरकर बैठ गए। भयावह अतीत की बातों का सिलसिला शुरू हुआ तो दादी ने अपनी ना भूलने वाली यादों की किताब के पन्ने खोलना शुरू किया। 


कहना शुरू किया कि जी हमारे गाँव में ऐसा होगा हमने तो सपने में भी नहीं सोचा था। जाट, मुसलमान सब एक ही थाली में खाना खाते थे। हम को लगता था कि कहीं भी होजायेगा पर हमारे यहााँ ऐसा नहीं होगा। 

हमको खबर मिली थी कि कुछ गाँव में आग लगा दी गयी है और कई लोग मारे गए हैं। हमारे गााँव के जाटों ने कहा कि तुम चिंता ना करो अगर यहााँ कोई आयेगा तो पहले हम मरेंगे उसके बाद ही आपको कोई हाथ लगाएगा, हम तो साहब तसल्ली और खुदा का नाम लेकर अपने घरों में इंसानियत के लिए काली रात का निकलने का इंतज़ार करने लगे। कुछ देर बाद ही बगल वाले गााँव से आवाज़ें आने लगीं कि आ गए आ गए। गोलियां चलने की आवाज़ आने लगी। हम सब इधर से उधर दौड़ने लगे। जो जैसा था वैसे ही अपने दूध पीते बच्चों को गोद में लेकर जाटों के घरों की तरफ दौड़ने लगे। कुछ जाटों ने पनाह दी और कुछ जाटों ने अपने दरवाज़े बंद कर लिए। तब गााँव के प्रधान जो की जाट ही थे निकल कर आये और दंगाइयों और हमारा बीच आकर खड़े  हो गए। उन्होंने अपने घर और घेर (मवेशी बााँधने की जगह) में हम सब लोगों को पनाह दी और कहा की चिंता मत करो जब तक मैं हूँ  तब तक तुम लोगों को कुछ नहीं होगा। रात भर दंगाइयों और प्रधान के बीच तीखी बहस होती रही। थोड़े  देर बाद वो दंगाई वहां से चले गए। तो प्रधान जी के फ़ोन पर बार बार धमकी भरे कॉल आने लगे कि इन सब लोगों को अपने घर से निकालो नहीं तो अच्छा नहीं होगा। 

आखिरकार स्थिति बिगड़ते देख रात को तीन चार बजे प्रधान जी ने हम सबको बोला कि मैं अब ज्यादा देर तक इन लोगों को रोक नहीं पाउाँगा। और अपने घर में तुम लोगों का खून होते देख नहीं पाऊंगा। अच्छा यही होगा कि आप सब लोग कहीं सुरक्षित जगह पर चले जाओ। सब लोग अपने बच्चों को लेकर और बस तन पर कपडे पहन कर वहााँ से निकल पड़े और यहाँ मलकपुर आकर रुके।


 आसिफ़ मियाँ बताने लगे कि उन सब लोगों के खाने का इंतज़ाम सबसे पहले मलकपुर के हिन्दुओं ने हीकिया , मंदिर पर जो भंडारा होता था उसका सारा खाना कैंप में आने लगा, और धीरे धीरे कई लोगों ने राहत का  सामान देना शुरू किया। उसके बाद पूरे हिन्दुस्तान से राहत का सामान और लोग आना शुरू हुए। 

अकरम भाई और एक दो लोगों ने कैंप के देखभाल की ज़िम्मेदारी ले ली। और जो भी राहत का सामान आता था उसमें जो घटिया सामान होता था उसको बंटवा देते थे और बाकी सामान को बाज़ार में बिकवा कर पैसा कमाना शुरू करदिया । अगर कोई पैसा देकर गया तो वो सब ये लोग खा गए। सुनकर लगा कि इतने वक़्त से मैं सुनता आ रहा था कि दंगा जाटों या हिन्दुओं और मुसलमानों के बीच हुआ था, दो धर्मों के बीच हुआ था। वो सब तो गलत था, यहाँ तो माज़रा कुछ और ही था। यहाँ तो कुछ जाट लोग ऐसे भी थे जिन्होंने अपने धर्म के हक़ को अदा करते हुए अपनी जान पर खेलकर अपने भाइयों को बचाया। और कुछ ऐसे भी थे जिन्होंने इसी धर्म,की आड़  लेकर अपनी हैवानियत और राजनीतिक महत्वकांक्षा के लिए अपने ही भाइयों को मौत के घाट उतार दिया और उन्हें अपने घर से बेघर करदिया । और दूसरी और कुछ मुसलमानों ने जोकि बेघरों के लिए रहनुमा होने का दावा कर रहे थे उन्होंने बेघरों के जीने के लिए जो जरुरी सामान आया था उसको भी बेच खा गए। जिसकी वजह से भी कई मौत हुईं, कई बच्चे ठण्ड की वजह से दुनियादारी समझने से पहले ही दुनिया से चले गए। हैवानियत और इंसानियत कभी भी किसी धर्म की नहीं होती।

 जिसको अपनी हैवानियत और राजनितिक जरूरतें पूरी करनी है वो या तो धर्म नहीं तो किसी और चीज़ का सहारा लेकर लोगों की जान से ऐसे ही खेलता रहेगा। ना जाने वो दिन कब आएगा जब ये लोगों के खून की होली खेलने वाले दरिंदे नेता अपने हैवानियत के चोले से बाहर निकल कर इंसानियत के लिए काम करेंगे। मुदस्स्सर भाई ने चलने केलिए बोला, हम दोनों भारी मन से मोटर साइकिल स्टार्ट करते हुए वहााँ से निकल आये और छोड़ आये उनको फिर से खुदा के भरोसे कि एक ना एक दिन तो वो इनकी सुन ही लेगा। 


मधुसूदन सिंह 

Madhusudhan Singh is a II year student of Disaster Management at TISS, Mumbai