Internet shut down vs democratic show down?

Internet shut down vs democratic show down?

December 19, 2019 was a black day in the history of the capital of the largest state in the country—Uttar Pradesh—as rampaging crowds thronged Lucknow’s streets in protest of the Constitutional Amendment Act (CAA). Their violent dissent was a blot and so was the government move banning Internet services (perhaps for the first time in several parts of the state) from that day onwards. While violent protests still continued albeit in other parts of the state but Digital Activity came to a standstill for almost a week in 21 districts where Internet services were suspended.

This brings us to a pertinent question: Will India’s aspiration in general & premier Narendra Modi’s vision of Make in India, in particular, to make the country a digital leader be realized if disruption in the Internet services become so common in the name of Law and Order and other sensitive issues in the country? Does it look a reality if we find that 67% of the world’s documented shutdowns have taken place in India!

In The Anatomy of an Internet Blackout: Measuring the Economic Impact of Internet Shutdowns in India, the Indian Council for Research on International Economic Relations (ICRIER), a Delhi-based think tank, has noted that at a time when India was leveraging a generative technology like the Internet to boost its economy, the rising number of communications shutdowns “epitomizes the difficulties on the pathway to realizing India’s digital ambitions”.

In 2016, the UN declared that access to the internet is a human right—the resolution emphasized that “the same human rights that people have offline must also be protected online”. “People sometimes think that banning Internet only means that people cannot stream stand-up comedy or order a pizza online. But for a lot of people, the internet has become a very vital way to connect them to their professional and personal lives”.

It’s really concerning that the powers-that-be in the world’s largest democracy decided to shut down internet services thereby cutting off its citizens from communication at least in the virtual time space. This has severely impacted the common man, who has become dependent on digital services. It literally feels like losing a limb. “Does the internet shutdown even work to bring down incidents of violence or is there another way?” one cannot help but ask.

All those who did not have broadband /Wi-Fi and were completely dependent on data services on their mobile felt completely frustrated.  Education is now inextricably linked to the internet. Most of the online transactions like: Google Pay, paytm and other App-based functions could not be used. Indeed education is only one casualty of the repeated internet shutdowns. The humanitarian and emotive impact is far greater.

For women, the smart phone has become a tool to assuage safety concerns and provide a means to alert their loved ones or the authorities in times of uncertainty. Imagine the ongoing shutdown in Kashmir and its cascading effect.

The internet today is not only a platform where dissent can be registered meaningfully, creating a democratized space cutting across distinctions of caste, class and gender in an unprecedented way, but also directly affects the lives and livelihoods of citizens. In Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s Digital India, it is a lot more. Many of the schemes rolled out by the government are linked to the internet. Many of them use digital payment options. So obviously an Internet blackout means most of their socio-economic existence is threatened or stalled. Further, given that every hour Google receives more than 2.3 lakh search queries shows how much people rely on the Web for information gathering today.

Internet shutdowns simply cut off these channels of information for teachers, students, researchers, entrepreneurs, etc. So, shutdowns that last over months can literally paralyse almost all sectors in the region.

For instance, the Ayushman Bharat scheme, which provides subsidized medical care in government hospitals, depends on the internet—several subsidy payments are made electronically. Even availing of rations now relies on biometric authentication. It impacts people who are the most vulnerable.

Internet now is not a privilege rather it has become a basic need. At the end of the day, the biggest takeaway is like silencing people’s voices.

When a country like India is aiming to become a $5-trillion economy and wants to anchor the growth on its information and communication sector, Internet shutdowns send the wrong signals to investors and consumers. With India’s e-commerce sector poised to touch $150 billion by 2020, it makes business sense to leave the Web as open as possible.

 

Clean India Campaign

Clean India Campaign

Cleanliness has always been an area of great concern. Usually, we have this tendency of keeping our place, our dwelling neat & clean and prefer to conveniently ignore the surroundings, even the immediate ones, out of our premises turning them into the dump yards of litter. At the same time, we never stop expecting the civic authorities to clean our filth with promptness and never let any opportunity go without chiding them for their ‘slackness’. This mindset often makes the scenario full of huge mounds of filth at different place in localities a common sight in the country. Riding high on absolute majority, BJP-led National Democratic Alliance (NDA), under the leadership of Prime Minister Narendra Modi, when formed the government, took up the issue of cleanliness with an unprecedented enthusiasm and launched a nation-wide Clean India (Swatchh Bharat) Campaign. Picking up a broom to clean the dirt himself, Modi launched the campaign from Rajghat in New Delhi on October 2, 2014 espousing the Clean India Vision of Mahatma Gandhi with the rhetoric :“Na Gandagi Karenge , Na Karne Denge” (We will not litter nor will we allow others to litter). “A clean India would be the best tribute India could pay to Mahatma Gandhi on his 150 birth anniversary in 2019,” said Narendra Modi. He, in fact, initially invited nine eminent persons to be a part of the campaign and exhorted them to make other nine to join it thus shaping up the drive with a missionary zeal. In this quest, circulars were passed to open the government offices and the schools and make everyone sweep offices and school buildings clean. Bollywood celebrities, including mega star Amitabh Bachchan, Aamir Khan, Kailash Kher, Priyanka Chopra, Salman Khan, and some television stars came forward and joined the initiative actively. Even the prominent sport stars like Sachin Tendulkar, Sania Mirza, Saina Nehwal and Mary Kom’s were not behind and picked up broom to express solidarity with the Mission which had taken the country by storm. A very good initiative indeed! But the sense to cleanliness can hardly be inculcated among the countrymen by just a few politicians or celebrities picking up broom. It rather ends up being a mere photo opportunity for them than anything else. Perhaps the sense for cleanliness has to come from within us as a discipline of life for the success of such drives. One can certainly find some difference in the last five years however there is hardly any significant change in the attitude or mindset of the people and one can see garbage and unhygienic conditions continue to prevail in and around us. Here are some clicks which narrate the state of affairs on ‘Clean India’ campaign.

हम भी कर लें……… मन की बात

हम भी कर लें……… मन की बात


नीम का पेड़ , खटिया ; मछरदानी ; अंगीठी ; घर की बगिया जिसमे हर मौसम की सदाबहार ताज़ी और हरी सब्जी, घर में एक साइकिल , खपरैल का क्वार्टर , बड़ा सा दालान और उसी में बना बैडमिंटन कोर्ट , ट्रांजिस्टर जिसमे सुबह और शाम के समाचार ! इतवार के दिन चित्रध्वनि से कार्यक्रम के अंतर्गत आने वाली फिल्म का साउंडट्रैक को बाबूजी से छुप कर सुनना और महीने में टपरा टॉकीज (खुले आसमान के नीचे) फिल्म का दिखाया जाना…..
आप सोच रहे होंगे यह क्या लिखा जा रहा है !
जी रील रिवाइंड हो रही है। बहुत पीछे जाएं तो लग रहा है जिंदगी की दौड़ में कहाँ से कहाँ चले आये हैं !
नीम के पेड़ की छाँव कूलर से बेहतर थी ! फोम के गद्दे जिन्होंने आज गठिआ और कमर तोड़ बीमारी दे दी हैं , से कहीं अच्छी खटिआ थीं जिनको रोज कसा जाता था , क्या नींद आती थी ! गुड नाईट और कछुआ छाप से बेहतर मच्छरदानी थीं जिनसे मच्छर बाहर से झांकते मिलते थे ! अंगीठी की आंच में अम्मा ताजा और गरम खाना बनाती ! डाइनिंग टेबल न होकर परिवार घेरा बनाकर जमीन पर पटली पर बैठ कर खाना खाता था !
फ्रिज थे नहीं तो कोशिश यही होती की खाना बचे नहीं, नहीं तो आखिरी में कटोरा भर कर किसी एक को ख़तम करना पड़ता था क्योंकि खाना ख़राब नहीं होना चाहिए ! दैनिक कार्यों के बाद लड़को को दालान में ही नहाना पड़ता था ! ठंडक में पानी गरम अंगीठी पर होता था !
बिजली एक सपना थी सो पढाई लालटेन – लैंप से कर १० बजे रात में सोना अनिवार्य था क्योंकि सुबह ४ बजे ही होनी है नहीं तो बाबूजी लल्ला – भैया कर कान पकड़ कर उठा देंगे ! नियम यही था सुबह की पढाई याद रहती है ! स्कूल पैदल ही जाना है १० से ५ के समय पर ! खेलने की छूट इतनी कि एक तरफ बाबूजी और दूसरी तरफ आप ! मन करे तो खेलिए नहीं तो पढाई ! मेहमान के आने पर कॉपी – किताब लेकर दूसरी तरफ चले जाने में ही भलाई थी नहीं तो यह कौन सुनेगा कि पढाई कर रहे थे कि बातें सुन रहे थे ?
हफ्ते में दो बार बाज़ार लगता था तो मानो दावत हो गयी क्योंकि गोश्त खाने को मिल जाता था ! जिंदगी क्या थी , मस्त थी !
बुखार आने पर Tetracyclin , resticlin और hostacyclin जैसे antibiotics से ऊपर कोई दवा नहीं सुनी वह भी CMO अंकल के कहने पर नहीं तो घर के बने नुक्से या carmative mixture काफी था ! कट -फिट जाये तो देसी इलाज बहुत थे ! चोट लगने पर दूध में हल्दी ! आप चंगे हो ही जाते थे ! टाइफाइड – चेचक जैसी बीमारी मतलब , घर में मुसीबत आ गयी है क्योंकि चर्चा शहर में रहती – स्टेशन मास्टर साहेब के बेटे की तबियत ठीक नहीं हैं ! पोस्ट मास्टर , स्टेशन मास्टर , प्रधानाचार्य या फिर CMO यही “प्रतिष्ठित ” माने जाते थे !
गर्मी में आम एक -दो किलो नहीं टोकरी भर कर लिए जाते और बन्दर बाट में एक के हिस्से में १६-२० आम आते थे ! जाड़े में मछली टोकरी में उतारी जाती थी जिसे आधी भून कर और बाकी अम्मा शाम से बनाना शुरू कर देती थी !
पीछे मुड़कर देखो तो लगता है हम किस अंधी दौड़ की तरफ भागे जा रहे हैं ! यह artificial शैली हमें कहाँ ले आयी है ! किताबो में कैद रह जाएँगी यह यादें और आज की संताने शायद विश्वास ही न माने क्योंकि whatsapp , Facebook और E Mail हमें किस दौड़ में ले जा रहे हैं , पता नहीं !
बाबूजी कहते थे बेटा हमने देशी घी एक रूपया में १६ सेर खाया है , हम मज़ाक में उनकी बात उड़ा देते थे ! अगर कल हम कहेंगे कि हमने गोश्त दो रुपये किलो खाया है तो क्या यह मानेगें , शायद कतई नहीं !
सच बस इतना है हमने रील rewind कर कुछ पुरानी याद आज ताज़ा तब कर ली जब आज तरोई ९० रुपये किलो खरीद कर लाये !
फिर मिलेंगे किसी प्रसंगवश मन के साथ…….

Surpassing dark clouds, i did reach my silver lining…!

Surpassing dark clouds, i did reach my silver lining…!


“Tough times don’t last, but tough people do.And I’ve been through some tough times,and I know a lot of people can recall tough times,and maybe are going through some tough times right now,but they don’t last.” — Alonzo Mourning Born in the lap of luxury with a silver spoon in their mouth the rich and pompous often fail to experience the vagaries of nature. They remain sheltered from adversaries and hence life for them turns chaotic as they steer forward. More often than not an upbringing of high standards is not enough to make one battle ready.
Life for these people can be downright difficult at times. It is a no holds barred fight that can punch you and beat you down. Having seen problems at different levels from close quarters, life for me has never been easy. Repeated suffering , failures and setbacks of different nature have been my soulmates.
But like they say in Hindi – Bhagwan Ke Ghar ,Der Hai Andher Nahi. God has been great enough to give me strength and helped me rise like a phoenix.
I vividly remember the evening of August 13, 1980 when I got the biggest shock of my life when I felt all my dreams had reached its dead end at the age of 20.
I had just joined Asia’s biggest Drug Research Institute CDRI as Junior Research Fellow. I had been diagnosed with Bone Tumor in my right knee and malignancy was not ruled out.
Orthopedic Surgeons asked me to get the knee operated immediately as Tumor was growing and could break the knee plate.
By now I was already a patient suffering from Glaucoma in both eyes barely managing to maintain it with drugs. I have struggled for years to get adjusted with the only drug available in India which caused constriction in eyes after inoculating drops for two hours which had to be used four times a day.
My miseries had trebled given my sisters’ marriage was due in November later that year and all responsibility was on my shoulder. I went for surgery immediately and as luck would have it the tumor was “Benign”. It took me six months to get back on my feet again. I had quit my CDRI Researcher job since I had offer from India’s premier news agency, the PTI to join as Journalist. I was in for a turning point in my life. From Scientist to Journalist . I thought a tough time has passed.
But you can’t change destiny. Life had even tougher times for me in the years ahead.
I skidded off my scooter and broke the other knee and dislocated my shoulder. As a science student I always knew the angle and not the impact matters in such road mishaps. This hence goes on to cause a bad fracture and I was forced to be on bed for another six months with a plastered limb and chest. I was completely dependent on others for my daily routines. My God here too turned out to be my guiding light.
My better half was always on my side but it took quite a toll on her to strike a balance between work and taking care of my day to day needs. With some love, care and support from nears & dears I was back on my feet again.
When I started thinking that life will now sail smoothly at 28 I was father to a baby girl. There was joy and merriment at home. The responsibility of parenthood was looming large on mind. I suddenly started feeling a sense of pride in bringing home my little embodiment of Lakshmi, but there was another bout of bone tumor waiting to haunt me.
A tumor of the size of a guava was detected. While the talk of malignancy and amputation did not seem to stop, doctors had their wonder weapon Cryosurgery something unheard of in 1990s medical science parlance. The technique is such that special gas freezes and kills cancerous tissues at temperatures as low as minus 40 degrees Celsius . A 10 member team of top surgeons from prestigious King George Medical College performed the marathon six hour surgery to save the limb.
God once again was kind to me as pathology of the excised tissue came out to be benign though of high grade. The limb was saved. “We knew a Journalist (Reporter in my case) should have his limb otherwise how would he run around & our focus was to save your limb though the odds were stacked against him”, said elated surgeons after a biopsy report ruled out malignancy.
This time recovery process was longer since doctors took all precautions of periodical check-up and strictly warned me not to be involved in any kind of adventure since bony tissues had been grafted.
By now life had become like that clichéd Bollywood one liner – Picture Abhi Baaki Hai Mere Dost.
Ten years later I slipped in my court yard and broke my Tail Bone and the hip joint got defused . Life and aches and pains have been two inextricable entities. I avoid pain killers because they don’t work and are often harmful for human health.
Diabetes , Hypertension and Cholesterol are these days considered Royal Diseases so how can I be away from these.
I will be turning 58 and God has been kind to me as well wishes from my family and friends have helped me in my voyage on my chosen path. As a journalist who boasts of a three decade plus body of work I still work 18 hours a day , enjoy a good position and have a never ending desire to experience life one moment at a time. Of my two kids my daughter is a Network Engineer ( Canadian Citizen ) and Team Leader in Deloitte (London) & Son In Law an Electrical Engineer with Blackberry London .
Son is a Professor in Economics & International Affairs and wife, a perfect partner.
Pushing past difficulties and surmounting adversities, especially in the face of very trying times, is a monumental undertaking.
To add to that, if you have the regular stresses of everyday life like repeated medical problems, financial crisis, domestic concerns among others, it can be trying.
What makes me happy is that I have been able to weather life’s many storms. Haven’t I ?
Cheers …
(Dr Sanjay M Johri )

STOP HATING YOURSELF FOR EVERYTHING

STOP HATING YOURSELF FOR EVERYTHING

 
Time goes by pretty fast, doesn’t it? The dusk of every passing year settles and we look forward to the dawn of new year and hope we will have a great year ahead with lots of promises for everyone. January feels like just yesterday, where has the year gone? Don’t you think we need to introspect how the year has been and what we wish to do the next year. I always believe setting personal goals for myself, the family and my work place I like to look back and see all the wrongs I have done and how I can better myself. I find each passing year highly satisfying with ups and down as everyone witnesses. For 40 years of my professional career, I never asked any of my friends for personal favours but I made promises to help poor families to the extent I could. These people have been an integral part of my life; my successes & failures and they made sure to keep me and my family happy by virtue of their loyalty. I always thought I have to pay them back as they struggled for their Roti, Kapda & Makan and always looked up to me. Last few years brought cheers for each one of them and I will always remain indebted to my friends who helped me in my efforts. The poor people had been deprived of some basic amenities and comforts of life and I am happy I could bring smiles on their faces by doing my bit. We had been thinking of raising a Girl Child and giving her best education and finally we succeeded in getting her admitted in one of the best schools. Am happy that she is doing well in her studies and we take pride we have adopted for her basic needs including the all important education. To work for a social cause is something which brings lot of satisfaction and pride and such issues are always on top of my agenda. I am indebted to the almighty god for sending this opportunity to us and we are happy as each one in the family had this desire to contribute. On family front Tanushree & Abhishek (Daughter & Son-in-Law) moved from Canada to London to explore Europe on their respective assignments while Son Deepanshu continued to strengthen himself in Economics and International Affairs as a Professor and proved he is a prolific writer too. He has made deep inroads in academics and gained strength in his current assignment with Jindal University. Better half Sadhna continued in her role as Counselling Specialist in family welfare under the Government of India’s National Health Mission. Currently she is in Consultants role and year by year has proved her worth in the organizations she has served under USAID projects. The year 2018-2019 was an amalgamation of both happy and sad memories as Chachiji, the last one in the older generation in my family and Mummy Ji ( mother-in-law) left us for their heavenly abode. May their soul rest in peace. I continue to struggle with my diabetes, Hypertension, pain in knee joints & tail bone as a result of fractures and eyes due to Glaucoma but I have learnt how to live with all these pains. There is no point complaining because I am satisfied with all the blessings that I already have. Professionally I find myself stronger as I took up regular teaching and happy that my mentoring to a 

‘बैचेन दिल’, हिसाब –किताब’, चम्बल की भूख’, डॉ नसबंदी’, मम्मी न्यू’ , ‘पापा-2’…जरा गौर फरमाइए

‘बैचेन दिल’, हिसाब –किताब’, चम्बल की भूख’, डॉ नसबंदी’, मम्मी न्यू’ , ‘पापा-2’…जरा गौर फरमाइए


बैचेन दिल’ , ‘ राय साहेब’ , ‘सपना सुहाना’ , ‘जासूसी नजरें’ , ‘हिसाब –किताब’ ,’ प्रलय’ , ‘मुराद’ , ‘धुरंधर’ , ‘नादान’ , ‘चम्बल की भूख’…….
क्या यह सभी नाम आपको किसी पुरानी फिल्म , मैगज़ीन या आज कल की स्टाइल के किसी टेलीविज़न सीरियल की याद दिलाते हैं ? जरा सोचिये !
‘काशी जी की जय’ , ‘डॉ नसबंदी’, ‘सूरज कंडोम’ , ‘आशा नैपकिन’ , ‘विनोद बढ़ई’ , ‘जज –अपने’ , ‘वकील – निचले’ , ‘तहसीलदार काम वाले’ , ‘धोबी- धुलाई वाला’ , ‘धोबी -प्रेस वाला’ , ‘मम्मी न्यू’ , ‘पापा-2’ , ‘पत्नी-दूसरी’ , ‘पत्नी-पुरानी’ , ‘सासु माँ- JIO’ , ‘नाई- अलीगंज’ , ‘नाई -गोमती नगर’ , ‘भटकती आत्मा’ , ‘कबाड़ी’ , ‘बैंक न्यूसेंस’ , ‘बुलशिट कॉलर’ , ‘खा-मो- खा’ , ‘पता नहीं’ , ‘आलतू –फालतू’ , ‘रामु हल्दी वाले’ ‘दूध वाले भैया’ और पता नहीं कैसे कैसे विचित्र नाम !
श्रंखला जारी है जैसे राधे राधे , हम तुम्हारे , जोनी १२४५६ , डार्लिंग , पप्पू की प्यारी , किल दिल….
आपको लग रहा होगा यह क्या अनाप शनाप लिखा जा रहा है ! जी हाँ , यह रोचक तथ्य आधिकारिक हैं ! पहली पंक्ति के सभी नाम जैसे बैचेन दिल , राय साहेब , सपना सुहाना , जासूसी नजरें , हिसाब -किताब , प्रलय , मुराद , धुरंधर , नादान , चम्बल की भूख — उत्तर प्रदेश के गली मोहल्लों से निकलने वाले अख़बारों के शीर्षक हैं !
दूसरी पंक्ति काशी जी की जय ,डॉ विनोद नसबंदी, सूरज कंडोम , आशा नैपकिन , विनोद बढ़ई स्मार्ट फ़ोन के कांटेक्ट लिस्ट की है जिससे आप अंदाजा लगा सकते हैं कि लोगों ने आपने कांटेक्ट लिस्ट में कैसे कैसे नाम रखे हुए हैं जिनमे कुछ नाम का लॉजिक भी है ! काशी जी की जय नाम इसलिए रखा गया क्योंकि माताजी प्यार से बेटे को घर में ऐसे ही सम्बोधित करती थी तो बेटे ने कम से कम फ़ोन की लिस्ट में यह नाम दर्ज कर माँ का सम्मान बढ़ाया है ! डॉ नसबंदी इस लिए क्योंकि स्वास्थ्य विभाग डॉ विनोद को प्रदेश में नसबंदी कार्यक्रम से जोड़े हुए है और यह डॉक्टर साहेब जहाँ भी जाते हैं इनकी पहचान इसी रूप में है! यही सन्दर्भ सूरज कंडोम का है क्योंकि इनका काम कंडोम सप्लाई करना है जबकि आशा नैपकिन वितरण का कार्य देखती हैं !
हर व्यक्ति सुविधा के हिसाब से लोगों के नाम भी दर्ज करता है जैसे अगर एक धोबी कपडे धोने आता है और दूसरा प्रेस करता है तो एक का नाम धोभी धुलाई और दूसरे का धोभी प्रेस वाला याद रखने के लिए आसान है ! जैसे एक साहेब ने बताया पहले वह अलीगंज कॉलोनी में रहते थे तो नंबर नाई के रूप में दर्ज था लेकिन जब से गोमती नगर में शिफ्ट हुए , नउआ बदल गया तो नाम को नाई -अलीगंज और नाई – गोमती नगर में याद रखना उचित है क्योंकि काम दोनों से पड़ जाता है !
मम्मी न्यू , पापा-2 , पत्नी दूसरी , पत्नी पुरानी समाज के उस आईने को दर्शाती जहाँ पारिवारिक झंगड़ों और तनाव तनाव के कारण पापा मम्मी एक नहीं दो हैं ! सासु माँ ने JIO का नया नंबर लिया है तो उनका नाम JIO के साथ जुड़ गया ! जज -अपने ( वह हैं जो कोर्ट कचहरी के काम में अपने पद का प्रभाव का इस्तेमाल कर देते हैं ) वकील – निचले ( मतलब लोअर कोर्ट से है ) तहसीलदार काम वाले (यह वह हैं जो भ्रष्टाचार में लिप्त आपका काम कर देते हैं ) . अब आप समझ गए होंगे इन सभी नाम का लॉजिक है !
इसी श्रंखला में भटकती आत्मा , कबाड़ी , बैंक न्यूसेंस , बुलशिट कॉलर , खा-मो- खा , पता नहीं , आलतू -फालतू भी हैं और इन सभी का बेहद तार्किक उत्तर मिला ! भटकती आत्मा उन साहेब के लिए था जो जब चाहे आपको फ़ोन कर सकते हैं ! स्क्रीन पर यह नाम देख कर आप फ़ोन न उठाएं बेहतर होगा ! बैंक न्यूसेंस उसका नंबर है जो आपको रोज फ़ोन करता है और वह भी जब DND सर्विस के तहत इस नंबर को बंद करवाने का प्रयास असफल रहा ! स्क्रीन पर यह नंबर आया नहीं आप सचेत हो जाते हैं ! बुलशिट कॉलर , खा-मो- खा , पता नहीं , आलतू -फालतू का तो किस्सा ही अलग है ! जानकारी मिली है यह नंबर प्रेमी प्रेमिका के एक प्रकार के कोड हैं ताकि घर वालों को पता ही न चल सके कि सच क्या है !
राधे राधे , हम तुम्हारे , जोनी १२४५६ , डार्लिंग , पप्पू की प्यारी , किल दिल मेल के बे सिर-पैर पासवर्ड है और इनकी संख्या अनगिनत है !
नाम रखने के इस अजूबे तरीके पर केवल याद आता है वह जमाना जब हमारे नामकरण के लिए कभी कोई दिमाग नहीं लगाया गया बल्कि उस दौर में गुड्डी , गुड्डन , कल्लू , पप्पू , लल्लू , छोटी , बड़ी , मंझली , सद्धो , बन्दों सब चलता था और हमको फरक भी नहीं पड़ा ! ७०-८० के दशक से नामकरण पर काफी अनुसन्धान शुरू हो गया ! नाम का अर्थ भी होना चाहिए और उसमे सुंदरता भी ! आज के नाम रखने पर कुत्तों से लेकर हम मनुष्यों के लिए एक द्वंद्ध चलता है, नाम विशुद्ध रूप से तार्किक हो या फिर उसमे अंग्रेजी का पुट भी !
मुझे बताने की अधिक आवश्यकता नहीं बस अगल -बगल पूछताछ करिये उत्तर आपको मिल जायेगा !

The Postman – Dakiya Dak Laya …

The Postman – Dakiya Dak Laya …

Ask any youngster today has he heard about Indian Postman ..( Dakiya – as the postman is referred to in Hindi) ? The famous yellow colored Post Card or light blue Inland Letters & Money Orders ? They will give a blank look.

In the era of WhatsApp, Email and private courier services that offer overnight trackable deliveries , it will be perhaps difficult for us to explain to this generation what yesteryears Postman ( Dakiya) meant for us.
They might find it amusing that khaki clad Postmen jauntily rode around on bicycles, and the trring of their bells drew us out of homes to check if the mailman had anything for us. We have not forgotten a popular song, Daakiya daak laaya, sung by Kishore Kumar & featured Rajesh Khanna as the beloved postman in the film Palkon Ki Chhaon Mein.
There was a time, not too long ago, when the khaki-clad postman with his satchel bursting with postcards and letters was the most popular visitor to any residential area including the rural india
Besides delivering telegrams to anxious recipients, and letters to families awaiting news from loved ones, the Daakiya, , was also privy to the secrets of many families, often having to read out letters to many of his illiterate customers.
The postman was a beloved figure in literature and popular culture too. In a short story by the chronicler of small-town India, RK Narayan, a postman held out on delivering bad news to a family so that a joyous wedding could go on without a glitch.
In any case, khaki wasn’t always the colour postmen donned. Even the design of postal uniforms has changed several times over the years with earlier mailmen wearing dhotis and turbans. In a book titled The Post Office of India and its Story, published in 1921, author Geoffrey Clarke wrote how the uniform was a badge of honour for most postal employees. “It adds a certain amount of dignity to him and, like the soldier, he is the better man for having a distinctive badge of office,” Clarke says.
“There [wasn’t] any uniformity even in each circle about the uniforms supplied by Government. In one town red coats and blue turbans were seen, in another khaki coats and nondescript turbans, while the men who supplied themselves with uniforms presented at times the most extraordinary appearance. The pattern of postmen’s uniform has now been standardized for each circle….” He added.
In his book, titled Typical Pictures of Indian Natives (1897), Frank Morris Coleman wrote:
“The familiar ‘rat-tat’ of the English postman is unknown in India, possibly because there are no knockers, and in many cases no doors. But we hear in its stead the remark of the butler, as he brings us our morning dak or English mail. ‘Chitti hai…Government provides the men with a good serviceable blue dungaree uniform, and a waterproof cape during the monsoon. Sandals are worn more often than boots, and, when the rains arrive, the trousers are exchanged for knicker-bockers.” In some parts of India, it was common to see postmen dressed in turbans and crisp dhotis. Over the years, the dhotiwas abandoned for trousers and the turban gave way to Nehru caps. Now, if the latest proposal goes through, India’s postmen may soon sport baseball caps.
Today the present day generation gets an interaction with Postman only when his/her Passport is delivered because Passport Office has made it a rule that Passport will be delivered through Speed Post and by Postman only.
History reveals The Indian Post Office started its service on 1 April 1774. It started with a bang but gradually got replaced with other technological advances & the day is not far when the postman will only be remembered through novels and films..
There was a time when letter was the only means of communication between people. However, in this age of Internet, everyone wants to communicate at lightning speed. Amidst the flurry of texting, tweeting, online chatting, whatsapping; the art of letter writing seems to be disappearing..though writing a letter was full of emotions as you used your feelings while writing letters through pen.
Ram Niwas my Postman friend for 25 years claimed his was a weird job as the people used to hug you on getting good news and blame you for bad news.. However with the advent of the internet, the jobs at the post office have reduced in an assorted manner. Today, the post office only survives on official works, and it won’t be long when the postman will be extinct from the society, Ram Niwas said with disappointment in his eyes. He has put in 30 years plus service with Indian Postal Department.
Collection of postal stamps is certainly part of a philanthropy but an excursion or museum on Postman , his life and Postal and telegraphic services in last 150 years might interest present day generation 

Of trampled childhood & crushed innocence

Of trampled childhood & crushed innocence

How do you define a street child …? Well, a street child is the one for whom sky is the roof and the earth is the bed. Streets are their unoccupied dwellings, devoid of the cosy walls of a house. Streets are rather their habitual abode which also serves as a source of livelihood to many. It is a freedom forced on them by the undefined moves of their destiny even if they keep craving for perpetual parental protection and elderly supervision. They seem to be omnipresent. A common sight on the streets, temples, railway platforms, cinema halls, however, no accurate data of these wanderers is available. But according to rough figures, these small victims of fate could be around 4-8 lakh in the country. Annually, some 80,000 children run away from their homes to land on railway stations. Poverty, family conflict, the responsibility to feed the family and many such reasons drive them out leaving behind everything, including the innocence of their childhood. They also have normal wishes. They also want to play, study and enjoy life like any other child of their age but life scripts a different story for them. As per the figures, majority of street children in India are boys with little or no education. Do child rights activists need to step out of the boxes of ‘development’, ‘survival’, ‘protection’ and ‘participation’ into which they have confined these children of lesser fate? Do we need to interrogate child rights programmes and the somewhat limited notions of childhood around which these programmes formulate? Cinema, one the strongest modes of communication, too, unfortunately, focuses on cute voices of conscience with very few genuine roles written for children as persons. They are rather portrayed as instruments in the unification of the male and female heroes. Coverage in newspapers invariably focuses on stories of child rights being violated in one way or the other — children dying of malnourishment, run over by vehicles, neglected by parents, committing suicide or forced into various crimes. Of late, with the focus on the Right to Education Act, 2010, it often seems as though childhood and the rights of children are determined by the schooling system. So what does childhood in India mean? And how do we perceive it? I, as a journalist, wish to run a campaign focusing on plight of these children through the eye of camera by budding scribes and students of photography. Perhaps it would be one little step towards the cause of the children who stand in the open to brave the blows of life.