Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Short story: TWO PONIES

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By Kamlesh Tripathi







   Once upon a time there was a trader who had two ponies. He often used to load his ponies with grocery, to sell them in the nearby villages located in the hills. Once, it so happened, that one of his pony fell sick, but the trader did not come to know of it. He wanted to carry salt, jaggery, pulses and rice to the nearby villages to sell. So, he loaded both the ponies equally and started off in his mission.



    But while negotiating the uneven hilly terrain the sick pony was having problems. They halted for a breather is when he said to his fellow pony—‘today I’m not feeling well. I’ll drop one of the bags loaded on me, so you keep standing here. When our owner notices that he might load it on you. But if you move ahead the owner will load it back on me. In this manner my load will get reduced and I will be able to come along with you.’

    But the other pony said—‘why should I take your load? As if I have lesser load on my back. Sorry, I’ll only carry my share of load.’

    The sick pony kept quiet. But he was feeling extremely sick. And while moving on the hilly track he inadvertently stumbled into a bolder lying on the road and went off the hill and rolled down and finally succumbed to his injuries.


    The trader was shocked at the sudden death of his pony. He stood there for a while not knowing what to do. Then he lifted the bags from the dead pony and loaded them on to the other pony. Now that pony started repenting and thinking—‘had I listened to my fellow pony and taken some extra load he wouldn’t have come across the fatal accident and in turn I wouldn’t have had to carry the entire load on my back.


    Moral of the story: A person who doesn’t help his colleague in danger has to repent.
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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

SHORT STORY: THE SIKH GURU

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By Kamlesh Tripathi





An excerpt from the book ‘Gloom behind the Smile’

    It is amazing to see some cities and states losing people to other dynamic urban areas. This has also been happening across countries and continents. I guess this how civilizations kept moving from one place to another. I was reading about a Sikh Guru. He once visited a village and stayed there for a few days and then prepared to leave. While he was leaving he blessed the village by saying ‘May you prosper by staying here only.’ Guru moved on and as night was setting in he camped in another village and stayed there for a couple of days and enjoyed their hospitality. While leaving he blessed the village by saying ‘May you prosper and move to other parts of the world.’ A keen follower asked the Guru as to why he had given two types of blessings to his disciples in respective villages. The Guru replied that the people of the first village, though looked after me, were not very cultured and therefore, I blessed them but prayed to God that they should not move out and spread their culture. I found the second village well cultured and I wished to the Almighty that these people should prosper and travel to other parts of the world so that they spread the light of their sweetness and culture everywhere.


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Monday, June 15, 2015

FLOWERS FOR KERALA DEITIES BLOOM IN MUSLIM FARMS

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By kamlesh Tripathi



In Lucknow many actors who take part in the annual Ram-Leela are Muslims, where they play the lead role of Lord Ram, Hanuman & Lakshman to name a few. In the TV serial of 1st Mahabharat the lead role of Arjun was played by a Muslim actor. And it is so refreshing to read that flowers for Kerala Deities are grown in Muslim farms.
And this indeed is the beauty of India where our society has an undercurrent-life-connect with each other and resides in a bindass environment.


FLOWERS FOR KERALA DEITIES BLOOM IN MUSLIM FARMS
TOI article
Malappuram:  Balanced on a battered canoe. Aslam gently plucks a lotus that is just beginning to bloom and carefully places it in a pile.

    He moves through the vast expense of Valiyaparappur lake in Malappuram, collecting more flowers, all meant for different temples in Kerala. Twenty-five-year old Aslam belongs to one of the 30 Muslim families in the village of Thirunavaya, on the banks of the Bharatapuzha river, who share a deep tie with Kerala’s Hindu temples.

    It is known to very few devotees that the lotus blooms used in all major temples across the state including Guruvayur Sri Krishna Temple, Sabarimala, Kodungalloor Bhagavathy Temple, Paramekkavu Bhagavathi Temple, Thriprayar Sri Rama Temple and Parshinikkaadavu Muthappan Temple are all farmed by these families.

    “We have been doing it for over a hundred years,” says Musthafa Chakkaliparambil, who has 40-acre farm on the valiyaparappur lake. He supplies at least 7,000 lotuses a day to temples in Guruvayur and Kodungallur.


    On an average, the village collects and distributes around 20,000 blooms every day. “Our business has thrived only because of the blessings of the deities and the revenue from temples,” says Abdul Rahman Karakkadan, who supplies flowers to Guruvayur and Paramekkavu temple in Thrissur from his 85-acre farm. The flowers are handed over to members of the Warrier community, who handle floral decorations in temples.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

#Bhulbhulaiya- Do #monuments reflect the ethos of times?

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By Kamlesh Tripathi (Freelance writer and author)
#Bhulbhulaiya- Do #monuments reflect the ethos of times?


Yes they do if you hear them intently. I could feel it during my recent visit to #Bara Imambara (BI), Bhool-Bhulaiyaa (BB) and the tall #Rumi Darwaza (RD) while doing a book on Lucknow. The tourist guide took me around these signature monuments to my sheer delight. He coaxed me to listen to what the monuments hummed and conveyed while standing tall and tanned under the strong summer sun. Truly, it is, ‘a mirror and reflection of the civilization of its times.’

BI, BB and RD were constructed by the then Nawab-Ruler of Lucknow Asaf-ud-Daulah (AUD) in 1784 about whom, it is said: ‘Jis ko na de Maulah usko de #Asaf-ud-Daulah.’ (AUD grants benevolence even to those, whom Almighty denies- a catchphrase in the honor of the local ruler) AUD imbibed the ethos and spirit of #Awadh and converted it into grand edifices catapulting into iconic monuments around which these civilizations flourished.
He decided to build the BI for Azadari (mourning), to provide relief to his poor subjects who were reeling under severe famine of 1783-84. The construction provided employment to nearly twenty two thousand people at a time, but his concern did not rest there. To encourage men folk of respectable families who felt embarrassed working during the day, fearing they will be recognized as laborers in daylight, the Nawab directed that the construction work be continued even after sunset, throughout the night, when men could work in darkness without being recognized. Many, people who worked in the night were unskilled, work done by them was sub-standard, which was demolished during the day and re-built by skilled workers next day. Though, this arrangement caused a lot of wastage, AUD put forth some remarkable points relevant to mankind by weaving a fabric of #social security system for the society.
Even today, BI conveys the tale of pain, human suffering and so, is dear to all, as forefathers of many must have participated in this project cutting across religion and strata of society. AUD had shifted his capital from Faizabad-Ayodhya (twin cities) to Lucknow therefore Ram-Raj was not unknown to him.
The main hall of the Imambara 50x16 meters is 15 meters tall without any central pillars or columns supporting it. Is said to be the world’s largest ‘arched room’ without pillars as if conveying it is possible for a society to exist and survive with each other’s support alone as #Hindu-Muslims do in Lucknow like the arched room.
Within the Imambara AUD had also carved the labyrinth … the ‘BB’ which is three storeyed. It has 489 similar looking galleries without doors, where one can roam endlessly for hours. But by roaming endlessly you don’t reach your destination. To reach your destination you require proper direction, it conveys.
The narrow lanes of BB were carved to confuse enemy intruders during invasions. Only the King and a few knew the way out just as your Guru or the Almighty knows the way out in troubled times and keeping the enemy confused is a robust strategy even today.
These constricted lanes can make anyone feel lost as you sometimes feel lost in life. The passages, some of which have dead-ends exhort us to keep moving in life even during hardships and not to fear dead ends, for it will dissolve in front of your endurance.
Flights of steps go up-and-down like a sinusoidal curve. It is steep, dark and narrow. The sound of the lighted match stick amplifies and seems to travel throughout the length of the corridor, showing the other end lit up. So don’t worry there is always light at the end of the tunnel.
A series of closed narrow passages and intricate network that connects them to sets of staircases that suddenly change direction, going up or down to confuse. Only, one correct combination of the staircase when negotiated correctly leads to the roof on the top. Perfection requires precision like a combination lock, as only one correct combination of forces take you to the top.
So, even real life is like a combination lock. All combinations need to work. You cannot reach the top of BB without the help of a guide who with extreme perfection takes you up. As also in this journey of life the Almighty holds your hand and takes you through and through. Next,
The grand Rumi Darwaza (RD) standing 60 feet-tall, was also part of relief operations during the famine. It is devoid of wood and iron and outright a novelty, of its times. When viewed from the West, it looks like a huge Mehraab- a grand gateway. East is even prettier … resembling a Mexican hat. The three gates absorb all: the fast, medium and the slow moving traffic, symbolic of the trait of absorption in human life. Born tall, lives tall and looks prettier from wide angles. The tough, rough and the dainty mix of personality that human beings need to imbibe.
AUD’s caliber possessed the sponge to absorb the ethos of the masses and convert it into these everlasting golden scripts of brick and mortar. Try it out yourself. As and when you go close to these monuments they shear off your existing nub of thoughts and fill you with some gentle self-introspection which only helps you in re-determining your values. They say values of mankind rarely change, even over a lifetime.
In the flux and flow of life if someone were to ask me to describe Awadh of 1784 I would simply tell him to go and see any movie produced in that era or read a book published around that time. But sad, movies were not made then and books were not too prevalent. And, so I may request him to go and visit BI-BB-RD.
I now never miss an opportunity to visit old monuments and spend some quality time there as each monument has something to tell you.

 (Read 'Aadab Lucknow ... fond memories' to understand the perspective even better)

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

KAMLESH TRIPATHI GOES CREATIVE FROM CORPORATE

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INTERVIEW

Kamlesh Tripathi goes Creative from Corporate

After having made a niche for himself in the corporate sector for over three decades, Kamlesh Tripathi finds ultimate solace in writing. The story that prompted Kamlesh to take to writing is heart-wrenching in itself.

People write for different reasons and Kamlesh took to the pen to tell the story of Shravan, his son’s fatal battle with cancer which lasted 14 long years. Gloom Behind the Smile is his first book and served as catharsis for Kamlesh. The overwhelming response to the book made Kamlesh write more about his life’s experiences. One to Tango … Ria’s Odyssey is his second book that underscores the subject of single hood with an interesting twist of suspense, now catalogued in prestigious Connemara library, at Chennai. It is a story of a single girl who deals with life’s struggles in her own way and which is difficult to fathom by those who are alien to the experience of singlehood.

It is rightly said, that one may leave Lucknow, but Lucknow never leaves you. Kamlesh’s third and recent title is Aadab Lucknow… fond memories which is co-authored by his wife Sujata. This is a labour of love dedicated to the city of Lucknow!

The story is about a group of friends, called the Langotia Gang, who spend their childhood and teen years in the Nawabi city but, like most us, are forced to move to other places to make a living.

They eventually return to see what Lucknow is up to? Smiling, giggling, laughing or weeping? Let’s figure out! This inquisitiveness brings them back to their city which shaped their respective lives.

The book gives a nuanced account of Lucknow’s unique Tehzeeb, cuisine and Hindu-Muslim brotherhood,  but doesn’t spare the political arrogance and vendetta that contemporary Lucknow is also infested with. Every Lucknowite is bound to relate the book because of the candid and vivid narration of the Tripathis that is gripping. The authors have deliberately made use of colloquial words spoken in Lucknow but for those unfamiliar with the vocabulary there is a glossary.

Kamlesh’s next title is a collection of short stories. He does not want to say more about the still to be published book but in his own words it will “definitely touch your heart.”
Having been through many a soul stirring experience, Kamlesh says that he likes to write for children battling deadly diseases.

“Let me also confide I only write to help poor children suffering from life threatening diseases and this work is done through our NGO ‘Shravan Charity Mission.’ The satisfaction of helping such children is immense. Perhaps God gave me this pain to realize this,” he adds.

Kamlesh is a writer that city looks up to and now his writing is making waves even beyond Lucknow’s borders. His writing is catalogued by many leading libraries like Library of University of Chicago, Open Library, Ames Library (Minnesota USA), Library and archives (Canada), Library of Cancer Aid and Research Foundation (Mumbai) along with the prestigious Library of Congress (Washington DC, USA).