यह एक संयुक्त ब्लॉग है I
इसके दोनों कवि मीरा पाणिग्रही और प्रशांत पांडा रक्त सम्बन्ध से माता और पुत्र हैं I
मीरा पाणिग्रही अंग्रेजी विषय से अवकाश प्राप्त व्याख्याता हैं जबकि उनके पुत्र प्रशांत पांडा अर्थशाश्त्र के व्याख्याता हैं I
और दोनों लेखनी की रूचि साझा करते हैं I
A very disturbing picture emerges when we see such news of farmers' suicide
and this reality happen so often in India be it cash crop or regular crop.
Farming is the most riskier occupation as we are open to weather
irregularities. More than 60 % of Indian workforce is engaged in this
occupation both directly and indirectly. Small, marginal and landless labourers
are taking the baits to make India self- sufficient and self- reliant in
agriculture. Big farmers are having some advantages appropriating a large
portion of government largess/ subsidies. And in addition, diversified
occupation in terms of non-agricultural employments and assured stream of
income support from such streams help them monopolizing little advantages that
agricultural sector offers from time to time.
Labour cannot be saved thus disguised employments are prevalent in
agri-sector , which helped retaining some dignity to workforce claiming to be
engaged at least. Present statistics of offering engagements to 60 % workforce,
prevalent of small landholdings, wide spread disguised unemployment, relative
price disadvantages with limited capacity of storage are big hurdles to be
addressed before dreaming of remunerative agri-production growth that justifies
required income growth commensurate to production growth and risk mitigation
efforts. Though agriculture is labour intensive now more 60% of the energy
requirement in the process is machine power rather manpower. That means the
extent of zero/ minimum/ negative productive labour numbers must have
increased. Taking in to consideration the cost factor due to mechanization,
seeds,private irrigation, current weather hazards, productivity growth is not
translating into any positive spin offs to stakeholders here except the
consumers in most of the times. Other group may be the traders.
Mechanisation and use of industry products and practices give it a shape of
organized industry or trades. They have in fact alienated conservative farmers
business system and poor farmers' imitation of practices have made them more
vulnerable. Calorie-gain policy, food availability policy by Government, have
disturbed the relationship between price and distribution dynamism from
agricultural sector in India. So easy mechanization of farming and industry
practices are new buzzwords in agriculture practices. This definitely creates
dreams of more production and prosperity in the eyes of farmers. And this also
to the costs of production, distribution, selling of products. So we dont see
much group financing here though group vulnerability has increased. Industrial
inflation is a bad news here as farmers have to absorb it in costs and helpless
in pricing. In short farmer accommodates all shocks regularly either
complaining or remaining voiceless with no change in outcomes.
On the other hand enthusiasm and expectations from 7th Pay Scale / Seventh
Heaven is gradually rising in Central and State Government employees. Though
the learned mass of government employees know that the growth in jobs and
incomes of private sector has fallen, tax growth has fallen . Still a market
anticipates a cool or steep 30 % rise immediately after 2016-17. The country
has stopped thinking about the plight of poor producers or poor farmers. Demand
for earmarking special agro-zones and agri-insurances and weather coats
policies have fallen into deaf ears for want of funds and more so for vision to
carry out. And yet some sectors have grown or get support from government
though their services can be dispensed with as accountability is yet to be
seen. Yet these farmers with zero assets and all liabilities to themselves, to
families and to us are seeing Heavens with non-viability in each production
cycle.....
कभी तुझसे ऐ यार, मिल ना सके, तुझे ढूंढा हर डगर हर नगर पर पा ना सके I ना बुझ पाई वो प्यास, जिसे थी तेरी आस, न भेजा हमने वो खत जिसमे था तेरा एहसास I क्यूंकि खतों की दरकार एक अदद पता होती है I ******************************************************* खुद को नाम देने से परे, सूरज खामोश ढले, हर घड़ी तूफान से घिरे, तोहफ़ा क़बूल ये ना बोले I मेरे हमदम क्यूँ हर अशिक जीए और मरे, ज़िंदा हो इश्क़ , लेकिन इज़हार से डरे I
दूर गगनके, पंछी को देख,
मन बहके और पंख लगाए,
हे भगवन तेरा आशीश माँगे,
मन उड़े और उड़ते जाए I
इंसान बने, इनसे काहे घबराए ,
तेरी सृष्टि हमे, अप्रम्ब लगे,
ऋतु आए, पर रीत ना आए,
रीत के नीत दिख, ये दिन घबराए,
तेरे रचना हम ना रख पाए, सृष्टि विपरीत सृष्टि रचाए,
देव की काज इस जनम ना होये,
मानव को फिर देवता माने ?
दौड़ ये देख इंसान की कीर्ति,
जनम सीध जनम की रिति,
जनम की राज़ जब हम सीखे ,
इंसान अलग हू, इंसान बताए,
ऐसे में मुझे शरण मे लेले,
चरण शिर हो, इतनी जगह दे ,
मेरे प्राण निछावर हो उन से,
जो दिन दीन, तेरे शरण मे आवे,
इतनी अक्ल मुझको दे दे I
तेरे जो ख़ुशी, मुझको ख़ुशी दे,
तुम समर्पण सुदामा सम सुख दे,
हे ईश्वर अब कुछ राह दिखा दे I
I was born to a family of acrobats. I had been raised on the
diet of trapeze acts. Both my parents were skilled trapeze artists. People used
to clap profusely watching their daring acts.Be it static, flying or swinging trapeze they were master at
everything.
I used to watch my parents from back stage while taking care
of my baby brother. Elder sisters are supposed to take good care of their
little ones. And I was assigned the job of handling my brother while my parents
performed their art.
People used to say that I would be a very good trapeze
artist as I had the trapeze art in my genes. I also used to imagine myself
performing before a packed crowd and acknowledging their applause.
When I was 6 years of age, my parents had started giving me
the training in gymnastics. Today after 5 years of training I know that my body
muscles have reached a level of flexibility that is required to be a trapeze
artist. I knew that I had the required combination of agility and flexibility
to be a successful trapeze artist. I had been doing all the exercises to strengthen
my muscles. I had taken the right diet to increase my stamina. In summary, I thought
that I was all ready to make a foray into starting my trapeze lessons.
On my 12th birthday, my parents thought of
initiating me into the flying trapeze acts. As I reached the top, my heart
started racing with excitement.I played
it down and tried to focus on the action ahead. My father showed me one act
where he went from one trapeze bar to another with making smooth transition
from one bar to another. I also tried to emulate my father but failed. I could
not catch the second bar because I could not leave the first bar because of the
fear of falling down.
Despite my training in the gymnastics, flying acrobatics
seemed a different ballgame all together for me. I observed that I was stricken
with the fear of heights. I was not provided the safety rope assuming that
being the daughter of amazing acrobats; I could manage without the safety rope.
Of course there was a safety net, but that didn’t help my confidence either. I just
kept clinging to the first trapeze bar.
When I came back, I explained my problem to my parents. My father
got disappointed in me big time, my mother tried to make him understand that I would
feel better with time. But he was really dejected seeing my performance.
I kept thinking whole
night about the incident. I could not sleep well. I had lost all confidence in
myself. Next day, when my parents told me to go to the flying trapeze training,
I pretended to be suffering from headache. I could hear smirk of the fellow
trapeze artists of my parents at circus. They were whispering that I was a
coward and making excuses to avoid the training.
Though they were right that I was making excuses but I was
not a coward. Yes, I was scared… and that too… to death.
I had left the trapeze training altogether and was happy
attending to my brother. One month had passed since my first day fiasco. On night
I heard sounds of sobbing coming from my parents’ room. I tried to overhear. It was my father sobbing and discussing my
unwillingness to try trapeze again. That hit me like a thunderbolt. I didn’t
know that my father rested so much of hopes on me.
The next day in the early morning, I went to the trapeze
training area. I overcame my fear by falling several times on the net (I didn’t
use the safety rope). After falling for ten times I succeeded in catching the
second bar in the eleventh time. Hearing
my father sob filled me with courage and boldness to try my limits and that
courage helped me start a new life. Today, I am a successful trapeze artist and
my parents are truly proud of my trapeze antics.
