hey #HumanOfUniverse - sabkuch dikhta nahi hai...
Saturday, October 8, 2022
Teach management this way - try to write story to join the DOTS...
Monday, October 3, 2022
Human Of Bharat - the Freedom that you are enjoying has not come automatically - we had to pay the price by giving away our lives - so please wake up...
Freedom that we enjoy today did not come freely - we had to pay by offering our lives
#wakeupHuman of BharatNever Forget #whoweare
বন্দী বীর (bondi bir)
পঞ্চনদীর তীরে
বেণী পাকাইয়া শিরে
দেখিতে দেখিতে গুরুর মন্ত্রে
জাগিয়া উঠেছে শিখড্ড
নির্মম নির্ভীক।
হাজার কণ্ঠে গুরুজির জয়
ধ্বনিয়া তুলেছে দিক্।
নূতন জাগিয়া শিখ
নূতন উষার সূর্যের পানে
চাহিল নির্নিমিখ।
"অলখ নিরঞ্জন'
মহারব উঠে বন্ধন টুটে
করে ভয়ভঞ্জন।
বক্ষের পাশে ঘন উল্লাসে
অসি বাজে ঝন্ঝন্।
পঞ্জাব আজি গরজি উঠিল,
"অলখ নিরঞ্জন!'
এসেছে সে এক দিন
লক্ষ পরানে শঙ্কা না জানে
না রাখে কাহারো ঋণ।
জীবন মৃত্যু পায়ের ভৃত্য,
চিত্ত ভাবনাহীন।
পঞ্চনদীর ঘিরি দশ তীর
এসেছে সে এক দিন।
দিল্লিপ্রাসাদকূটে
হোথা বারবার বাদশাজাদার
তন্দ্রা যেতেছে ছুটে।
কাদের কণ্ঠে গগন মন্থ,
নিবিড় নিশীথ টুটে--
কাদের মশালে আকাশের ভালে
আগুন উঠেছে ফুটে!
পঞ্চনদীর তীরে
ভক্তদেহের রক্তলহরী
মুক্ত হইল কি রে!
লক্ষ বক্ষ চিরে
ঝাঁকে ঝাঁকে প্রাণ পক্ষীসমান
ছুটে যেন নিজনীড়ে।
বীরগণ জননীরে
রক্ততিলক ললাটে পরালো
পঞ্চনদীর তীরে।
মোগল-শিখের রণে
মরণ-আলিঙ্গনে
কণ্ঠ পাকড়ি ধরিল আঁকড়ি
দুইজনা দুইজনে।
দংশনক্ষত শ্যেনবিহঙ্গ
যুঝে ভুজঙ্গ-সনে।
সেদিন কঠিন রণে
"জয় গুরুজির' হাঁকে শিখ বীর
সুগভীর নিঃস্বনে।
মত্ত মোগল রক্তপাগল
"দীন্ দীন্' গরজনে।
গুরুদাসপুর গড়ে
বন্দী যখন বন্দী হইল
তুরানি সেনার করে,
সিংহের মতো শৃঙ্খল গত
বাঁধি লয়ে গেল ধরে
দিল্লিনগর-'পরে।
বন্দা সমরে বন্দী হইল
গুরুদাসপুর গড়ে।
সম্মুখে চলে মোগল-সৈন্য
উড়ায়ে পথের ধূলি,
ছিন্ন শিখের মুণ্ড লইয়া
বর্শাফলকে তুলি।
শিখ সাত শত চলে পশ্চাতে,
বাজে শৃঙ্খলগুলি।
রাজপথ-'পরে লোক নাহি ধরে,
বাতায়ন যায় খুলি।
শিখ গরজয়, "গুরুজির জয়'
পরানের ভয় ভুলি।
মোগলে ও শিখে উড়ালো আজিকে
দিল্লিপথের ধূলি।
পড়ি গেল কাড়াকাড়ি,
আগে কেবা প্রাণ করিবেক দান
তারি লাগি তাড়াতাড়ি।
দিন গেলে প্রাতে ঘাতকের হাতে
বন্দীরা সারি সারি
"জয় গুরুজির' কহি শত বীর
শত শির দেয় ডারি।
সপ্তাহকালে সাত শত প্রাণ
নিঃশেষ হয়ে গেলে
বন্দার কোলে কাজি দিল তুলি
বন্দার এক ছেলে।
কহিল, "ইহারে বধিতে হইবে
নিজহাতে অবহেলে।'
দিল তার কোলে ফেলে
কিশোর কুমার, বাঁধা বাহু তার,
বন্দার এক ছেলে।
কিছু না কহিল বাণী,
বন্দা সুধীরে ছোটো ছেলেটিরে
লইল বক্ষে টানি।
ক্ষণকালতরে মাথার উপরে
রাখে দক্ষিণ পাণি,
শুধু একবার চুম্বিল তার
রাঙা উষ্ণীষখানি।
তার পরে ধীরে কটিবাস হতে
ছুরিকা খসায়ে আনি
বালকের মুখ চাহি
"গুরুজির জয়' কানে কানে কয়,
"রে পুত্র, ভয় নাহি।'
নবীন বদনে অভয় কিরণ
জ্বলি উঠি উৎসাহি
কিশোর কণ্ঠে কাঁপে সভাতল
বালক উঠিল গাহি
"গুরুজির জয়! কিছু নাহি ভয়'
বন্দার মুখ চাহি।
বন্দা তখন বামবাহুপাশ
জড়াইল তার গলে,
দক্ষিণ করে ছেলের বক্ষে
ছুরি বসাইল বলেড্ড
"গুরুজির জয়' কহিয়া বালক
লুটালো ধরণীতলে।
সভা হল নিস্তব্ধ
বন্দার দেহ ছিঁড়িল ঘাতক
সাঁড়াশি করিয়া দগ্ধ।
স্থির হয়ে বীর মরিল, না করি'
একটি কাতর শব্দ।
দর্শনজন মুদিল নয়ন,
সভা হল নিস্তব্ধ।
Translation
On the banks of the rivers five,
His locks coiled upon his head,
Has risen the Sikh
Inspired by his Gurus' writ
With unrelenting tread.
Waver or fear he does not.
"Hail the Gurus," the quarters resound
With the cry that rises
From voices that in thousands abound.
Thus has the Sikh risen,
His gaze fixated unblinking
Upon the new sun of dawn.
"Alakh Niranjan," -
The great cry breaks all fetters,
Scatters all fears.
While close to the breast,
With a joy so great,
Rattles the sword.
Today, all Punjab raises the roar
"Alakh Niranjan."
Today is the day
When a million hearts
Know no doubts
Nor bear any debts.
Life and death
Are as slaves at their feet
Of all worries are their spirits freed.
Such a day has arrived indeed
Upon the ten banks bounding
The rivers five.
Upon the ramparts
Of the palace in Delhi
The Emperor worries
Unable to sleep -
'Whose voices churn the heavens,
Shatter the night so silent and deep,
The fire from whose torches
The brow of the sky scorches?'
On the banks of the rivers five
Gushes blood devout
From a million hearts so stout.
As flocks of birds, souls so many
Rush to their nests.
The mothers of the braves
With blood anoint their brows
Upon the banks of the rivers five.
In war, each other
Mughal and Sikh face,
And fall
Clasping in a death embrace.
One the other battles
As a falcon, poison rent,
Battles a serpent.
In fray so terrible that day
"Victory to the Gurus," the brave Sikhs say,
The cry from a deep store of peace hails.
While the Mughal, blood maddened,
"Deen, Deen" yells.
At the fort in Gurdaspur
Was Banda captured
By the Turani legion.
Chaining him
As they will a lion
Delhi's road they take.
Thus of Banda in battle
A prisoner did they make.
The Mughal soldiers lead the way,
Upon the road, clouds of dust appear.
The severed heads of Sikhs they display
Impaled upon spears.
Seven hundred Sikhs, their chains rattling,
In the soldiers' wake walk following.
Multitudes gather by the way, jostling for space,
Many windows are thrown open, many eyes gaze.
The Sikhs roar, "Victory to the Gurus,"
For their own lives, they do not sorrow.
Thus, today,
Mughal and Sikh walk Delhi's way
The Sikhs jostle in impatience
To be the first to die,
As a day ends,
And night draws nigh
Line they up and at terminator's hands
Saying "Victory to the Gurus"
A hundred braves give up their hundred heads.
Thus, a week was past
And the seven hundredth life
Was taken at last.
Then a Qazi put on Banda's lap
One of his sons.
"With unconcern
Must you slay your son,"
The Qazi said.
With these words, his hands fettered,
Was Banda his little son given.
Banda's speech lay at rest.
Tenderly, his little son
He drew to his breast.
For a moment, he put his right hand upon the boy's head,
Once Banda kissed his turban red.
Then from his girdle
He pulled his dagger.
Looking upon his son, "Victory to the Gurus,"
Banda whispered in his ear,
"Fear not my son," said he.
That form so new
Shone with fervour.
A song from that young voice flew
Over the court which was a-tremor.
"Victory to the Gurus, all fear is a mirage,"
Sang the little boy
Looking at Banda's visage.
Then Banda curled his left arm
Around the boy's neck.
While his right hand, unwavering, firm
With a dagger did the child's breast rake.
"Victory to the Gurus," the child cried
And fell upon the earth and died.
The court stood silent!
Banda's form
The terminator did rend
With heated tongs.
Banda died a death stoic,
Not once did the brave moan,
He was a man heroic.
Not once did Banda in pain cry.
Of the onlookers,
Horror shut every eye
In stunned silence, the court watched by...
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
The Vaimanika Shastra -the ancient #Sanskrit textbooks on aeroplane...
Here we go...
Please don't make the voice of science silent...
And here we go...
Tuesday, September 20, 2022
If we don't learn a lesson from the #History, History will repeat itself...
धर्मो रक्षति रक्षितः
Chanakya (c.350 - c.275 BC)
also known as
Kautilya
is one of the earliest known political thinkers and kingmakers in the literal sense of the word.
The commonly told tale is that after Chanakya was humilated by the Nandas, and chandragupta being thrown out of the nanda army, chanakya was walking in a forest when the kusa grass hurt him by tripping him over. Since the grass is extremely difficult to uproot, people let it grow without destroying it but chanakya poured sugar syrup on the grass. When Chandragupta asked him why, Chanakya replied that he was making the root of the grass sweet which will attract ants and the ants will destroy the grass. And that did happen. When asked why a simple grass was being destroyed for vegenance, Chanakya replied that everyone owes a duty to the society by removing noxious things, and he would remove even a king if the king adopted adharma. Seeing Chanakya's intelligence and foresight, Chandragupta asked to be accepted as a disciple.
Chanakya entered the palace of the Nandas. He saw ten gold plates and thrones. He was told that nine were for the eight Nanda princes (who were brothers) and their father Sarvarthasiddhi. The tenth was for the most learned person in Vedas. It was occupied by Subandhu, whose incompetence was widely known. Chanakya sat down in the tenth throne. The nine princes and Subandhu entered the place and noticed Chanakya sitting on the throne. The youngest two brothers, Sukalpa and Dhanananda, asked him to get up and leave. Chanakya replies, 'I am the most qualified for the tenth throne. It is my right to sit on it. If subandhu defeats me in a literary debate, I will readily step down.'
The princes become angry but Chanakya remains calm and continues his request for a debate. Sukalpa insults him by calling him a monkey but Chanakya continues to be calm and says that the duty of the king is obey the dharma. Since the tenth throne is to be given to the most learned man, it is dharmic that a contest be held. Further, Chanakya notes that he may be black like a monkey but scholars are noted for what is in them.
The princes get angry and ask the guards to throw him out by pulling him by the tuft of the hair. At this instance, Chanakya takes the famous oath, 'I will not tie my tuft of hair until I uproot the whole Nanda dynasty and establish dharma in magadha. Rulers like you have spoiled Bharat. The tuft of hair which you arrogantly pull now will be like a serpent which comes back to bite you.'
The lesson that should be learned from the first paragraph of this write-up - is especially important for the next Prime Minister Candidate of #Bharat - Yogi Maharaj...
Just don't shut down the madrasas...
But destroy it completely in the Chanakya way
so that they cannot pop up again...
Enjoy the poem written and recited by my wife...
#Reema