Saturday, April 3, 2010

Fool

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He was an untold story. He walked his talk. He had unquestioned answers and unfinished thoughts. He knows Nature very well and he had got good nature. He was slave to the clock of sunrise and sunset.  Every morning he walked 4 miles into the forests, drinking the lush morning amidst wild animals, to collect water, drop by drop, in a pot from a  small dripping.  He would come  back to a road and would give the water pot to the people tucked in cushions and gaping at the beauty of the nature in the AC  Hi-Tech bus with colourful embellishments.  He had been repeating the same  activity thrice a day, since years, irrespective of the seasons and the reasons. Neither the sun burns nor the hot winds in the scorching summer had stopped him. His bare feet had left an indelible impression on the harsh paths of the forest. His gushing sweat used to wet his toes. His bleached bones could not separate the breeze from the wind. The water in the forest was still dripping, drop by drop. His walks used to bring out the memories of some horrible disasters and  trauma happened in his life. He  never drank even a single drop of water from that pot. People in the bus were so busy that they never bothered to pay him neither money nor attention. Everyone were blinded by the illusory version of success. He had never asked himself why he was doing this service to those people. He ran his own race. No one, including him, had the clarity whether it was his compulsion or determination or obligation or adaptation or sublimation or submission or satisfaction .

The number of buses kept on increasing and so were his trips in a day, but the pot size had remained the same. He was weak and dried up but he had never let his life to loose the sense of purpose. He used to push himself to the limit. How could he raise a reasonable doubt when no one were interested? He was enveloped by the emptiness by the strain of his frenetic pace. Nothing kept him on his feet, except his will. His dragging walks reminded him of his life he wanted to forget.  He no more gave those morbid and glum  expressions. It was him and yet it was not him. He was forced to work to the last atom of his strength. He moved like a prey of vultures. He was like a falling leaf that was blown and was turning around through the air, wavering and tumbling to the ground. One day, at the crack of the dawn, he died. It hadn't made any difference to anyone. Neither the dripping of water in the forest nor the AC in the buses had stopped. The grains of plain truth and hideous cruelty were still at game with mute spectators.  He was not a Fool, he was a farmer, Indian farmer. He drank something else on his last day. His precarious existence and obtrusive absence were nestled in the forest. His son continued the queer and quaint service with the same unquestioned answers and unfinished thoughts. The Nature smiled and the forest mourned.

Anyway, who is the FOOL then?
Some are born fools, some achieve foolishness and some have foolishness thrust upon them, and most people don’t realize the above three points.

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33 comments:

aativas said...

Very well said.. the plight of farmers is an unending story unfortunately...

geeta said...

Perfect merger of farmer's issue with BAT topic...
As always you've hit the hammer on the nails head...

Mural! said...

Your writings on the plight of the farmers is very very good.......at the very least you are going to make us readers spend some time thinking about these issues and our reactions to similar incident henceforth.....keep writing

All the best for BATOM

Sahil Sharma said...

you described well....
great post Mahesh: but try to avoid intermittent bold words. let the readers find their importance by themselves...

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ sahil....
welcome to wisdomism..
thanks for the feedback and i am donw wid ur point....

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Aativas....
thanks for the pat

@ Geeta...
Hey thanks buddy :)

@ Murali...
Yea,i have faced them literally in utter chaos...and hence the anguish .
Thanks for the response :)

swayambhu said...

Hey, well written! This is a nice thing you've done...like the way you have used the BATOM platform 2 bring out the reality about the Indian farmer. Wonderful work.

Krishna Chaitanya said...

So simple yet so meaningful! Great post! All the best for BAT 9. Hopefully, BAT will provide you the platform to spread the message to many more people.

Chetan said...

hey,
well written..
you have done justice with the topic in a unique and wonderful way..

cheers

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Swayambhu ...
thanks for the support buddy :)

@ Chaitanya...
Even am hoping for few responses atleast...thanks buddy :)

@ chetan...
am glad by ur response. thanks :)

Rachana Shakyawar said...

@ Mahesh

The more you read...the more one realise..there is still..Still a scope of change which is indeed still in hold and the skills and earthy tone ignored and the nature's uproar!

O yeah true and very true..we are born fools indeed...
~ and as and when we ignore the paddy cultivator...the foolishness is being achived..
~ and when despite your intriguing words in post one does not connect with the issue/post..then I guess the golden foolishness is thrust upon us!
~ Perhaps, I loved your expression everytime as an Absolute fool...

So much adore your complot lines for the CULTIVATOR...like:
"He was enveloped by the emptiness by the strain of his frenetic pace. Nothing kept him on his feet, except his will. His dragging walks reminded him of his life he wanted to forget. He no more gave those morbid and glum expressions. It was him and yet it was not him. He was forced to work to the last atom of his strength. He moved like a prey of vultures."

U indeed keep..and always
~Keep the Spark ALive..

Shilpa said...

loved the last lines... nice one :)

dmanji said...

I agree with people above that you have used the BAT platform effectively to convey the plight of farmers and yes the last two lines were simply superb...love them ...

Megha said...

It was a short and nice read. But I didn't get where the two fits in..

the Neeraj Norms... said...

You touched my heart Mahesh... Farmers and their problems have always been overlooked...

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Neeraj...
Thanks for the response buddy

@ Megha...
May i know what do u mean by 'two' in this case? Seems an interesting question. please lemmi know. Thanks

@ shilpa...
Am glad that u liked them. thanks :)

@ dmanji..
Thanks for the pat :)

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Rachana...

yep, thats what i meant regarding the last two lines and u have interpreted them more precise to mine and i had a hunch u will....
Yea, those lines on cultivator came out of my anguish as i have came across those people and their plight in real life....
Most of the times, their loud cry goes unheard to the DTS lives of urban india...
and ofcourse, they are more nearer to them....and my feelings/emotions are most nearest to theirs..... I find myself in them, writing about them.

Thanks for the sparkling pat :)

vEnKy said...

I heard about unanswered questions, what is unquestioned answers. I dont understand why the farmer is giving water for free and people in the Ac bus i presume that they would have Aquafina bottles :D

Jokes apart Nice of you to bring up the issue

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Venky...
Thanks for the lighter version..... :)
Yea, its abstraction and a macrocosm depiction in a lee way.

HaRy!! said...

touching tale of the backbones of our country mahesh.. yu sure rock!

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Hary...
thanks for the responsive pat buddy :)

Megha said...

i meant farmer and his son..

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Megha...
Thanks for coming back....
This post is regarding the incessant exploitation and brutal injustice to farmers in the name of corporate-consumerist-capitalist driven development through Globalisation....
Here, both the person and his son represent the plight of farmers where as the people in the bus represent the other side.

Coming to the question, who the fool is ....read the words below and i would like to leave it to the reader's conscience to decide who the real fool is..

"Some are born fools, some achieve foolishness and some have foolishness thrust upon them, and most people don’t realize the above three points"

Please do respond if u have any queries. I will be happy to discuss.

Thanks for enabling me to elaborate the post's intention.

Shilpa Garg said...

You have raised such an important issue with this topic. Wonderfully expressed, sad though it is!! And the last lines...just too good!
All the very best for BAT-9, Mahesh.
Cheers :)

Sahil Sharma said...

donw??

rsvblogger said...

hey Mahesh it is great post indeed.
you describe very well...
your blog is in top 10 social issues very rightly

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Sahil Sharma....
I did unbold some words and sentences.
The remaining are still in bold as they hold many untold stories behind their boldness. The post itself is an abstraction of many real time stories i came across in my state.
Each bold word has a reason and story behind.
Also, its bit difficult for the readers to get my intention as there are many posts in BAT5 besides the time factor.
My priority is to convey the message so that there can be few responses and some consequential actions....
Could you please read 'Destination'(http://maheshisms.blogspot.com/2010/03/destination.html) if possible

Wisdomism indeed welcomes all sort of rational inputs and objective feedback.
I do appreciate your suggestion. Thanks a lot.

Mehak said...

well-written post that brings to light an important issue!

Megha said...

thanks for elaborating.

Mahesh Kalaal said...

@ Mehak...
Thanks for the pat...

@ Megha...
You are most welcome buddy :)

Srinivas said...

Well said Mahesh your writings on Farmers and their struggles well depicted.

Tavish Chadha said...

Hey dude... sorry for not commenting earlier... last time came here... i started reading ur post on Telangana after reading this and forgot to put my comments here.... anyways like all ur other articles this one too is beautifully written... speaks allot on serious issue! All the best for BAT! :)

Cheers!
Tavish

The Fool said...

A very well written post on a very important social issue. Loved the imagery. Hats off to you. Will check out your other posts too regarding farmer issues.

However from a purely fiction perspective, it kind of felt incomplete. Did not have the satisfying feeling of reading a story by say Mulk Raj Anand or Munshi Prem Chand.

By the way, thanks for reading my post too.