WHAT IS PRAYER?

What is prayer?

Is it hiding and seeking?

Is it grumbling?

Is it complaining?

Is it demanding?

Is it not--?

 Surrender

Admit defeat

Give up

Helplessness

Aloofness

Coldness

Nakedness

Vulnerability

Defenselessness

It is trust in God.

Becoming hopeful.

Believing in God.

Feel secure

One’s relation with God

Be faith to Creator.

Seeking accompaniment

Constant touch with God

Pilgrim to God

A Journey to God

Frequent cry to God

Longing for life (God)

How lovely you are in reality

Be in the bike

It can take any side

One can go wherever feels

The world of speed

There is no greed

It is the desire of the goal

Which comes from the soul

Ou

RUN

As fast as possible

Walk in your tender age

Taught by our parents.

Start running

Run to school

Run to college

Run to university

Run to become a lawyer

Run to become an engineer

Run to become a doctor

Run to accumulate

Run to study MPHL

Run to study PHD

Run to office

Run to hospital

Run to ration shop

If you are still young and charming

Run to fashion show

Run to kon banega corpati

Run to becoming hero and heroines

You are good in sports!

Run for cricket

Run for footballs

Run for hockey

Run for Olympic

If you are good in policies

Run to become a politician

Run to panchayat

Run to VDO

Run to become MLA, MP

Run to parliament

Run to become CM

Run to become PM

If you are little tired

Run to old homage

If you can’t run

People will carry you to cemetery

If you have money

Ambulance carries y

THE MORE I SEE YOU

The more I see you (nature)

Better I know you

And give myself to you. Aloof

O lovely your face (surface of the earth)

Filled with glory and grandeur

Let me have some pleasure and leisure.

The beauty of you (nature) is unlimited

With space, freedom and liberty

Why do you call me?

Again and again

Just to be with you

Doing nothing

But listing to you

Deep within my heart

You kept alive the beauty

Bubbling all around

Crossing music and sound

Glittering smile with sincerity.

SOME TIME I SIT

Some time I sit and sit and sit alone

Not knowing what I was thinking

But looking around so pleasant

No nice, sweet air, calm nature.

My heart bit goes on

But I couldn’t comprehend my mind

Travelling from one things to other

I am not able to tell you.

What is my thought.

Still I like to be like that

Peeping into my self

Me and my word alone

Don’t you think so?

I SAW MY DAD

I saw my dad

Middle of the deep sleep

Came close to me and

Taping my head

As usual he used to do

In the age of three or four

While I used to climb on his shoulders.

He asked me-shall we go for a walk?

Without further resistance,

We walked few steps silent.

Not knowing I wondered-

What is the message!

 I saw a barren plant –

He continued –in your garden of love?

Usually I never replied to my father.

I maintained the deep silence.

I was killing time after hearing his concrete undefined question.

Though we walked together physically

My mind was roaming

Like an orphan

Hanging here and there under the tree

Aimlessly doing nothing

Very irritating to the task master

Who demand the work to be done?

Either now or after.

‘Cactus or any desert plant’- he forced me with look

-People keep them out of their door

But you have nurtured and cherished the barren life.

 Sometimes mushrooms come up

Without expectation of the gardener

Children sit around and examine the beauty of it

Some admire few plucked them

Children spend time

Here and now

Touching, smeling and crying.

Actually my father had hit the nail on the head

As I got up from the sleep

I saw the family framed picture

 Father is staring at me.

JAHER BELONG TO WHOM?

Couple of months or more then that there was a sharing on Jaher raising questions that it belong to whom?

I am not interested to scratch wounded or hurt feeling but to clarify some of the terms as I feel.

Question

Is Jaher belongs to whom?

You or to me?

Similar question can be raised

Sky belongs to whom?

Since none of us are having access to it

There will be perpetual silence.

But not for JAHER!

Coin of the word JAHER done by santal

Before Christianity comes to India.

For any religion

There will be, CULT- CODE- CREED

I thought of elaborate them to understand JAHER argument.

The idea of inculturation

For any religions

 There will be effect on

CULT (material, object, space)

CODE- (Moral theology)

CREED (faith and doctrine).

To make at ease people

Through tangible adaptation of space

Which is more sacred in the name of Jaher?

 Jaher is sign of sanctified and purified place

In one   word Holy place

Question is how you keep the sacredness?

Question is not! Who is having or not having

But what value you attached to it?

The whole argument is                                                     

Why did you take this name Jaher?

This is mine.

This is ours.

Is it not greed, bias and selfishness over all playing from either side.

MISERABLE LIFE.

Finally I was caught

 Between heaven and earth

I tried to cry

Failed bitterly.

Then sit back

Nothing worked

Finally wrote a sms

-‘I am going to commit suicide’

One, two days passed

Nobody answered me.

I was locked in my selfishness nature

Me, myself, mine only I

I could not talk to my dear mother

Not even to my brother, sister

My father was too far away from my heart. 

The person has left me alone

I felt deeply hurt

Felt cheated

Caught miserably

Between lie and truth

Lie was for my friends

Whom I left behind with tears.

Truth was I thought I could manage one bird in left and other in right.

I could handle my life.

I lied to all the innocent, near and dear ones,

Popping in illusion of having no root.

Busy with ideas, thought, without reality.

I made my dear one to wait at the bus stand

While I took flight with strangers

To make myself happy, joy

Time to time looking down

Consoling other things would be in order.

The higher I flew

Other had better view of my bitterness

One day the fuel got over

And the pilot could not respond any more.

ELECTION

It comes and goes.

People remain with problems!

Leaders’ seats in the chairs.

Road remains as before.

Water problem continue

Sick dies without doctor

Youth remain doing nothing

Parent’s worries economy.

Puja comes to celebrate

New clothes, new friends

Christmas cover the roads

With balloons, Christmas tree

Desire and heart are not free.

New Year knocks at the door.

New class, new dream, job,

Family organize room and door

Children go to school,

Mean time appear some fool

Leaving seat of panchayat, constituency

Again the same slogan

Please vote for us.

Why these fool repeat

Not doing any small bit

One need to convince

Commitment, contribution

Aim at others centered.

Desire is power and wealth

Target is fame, revenge, retaliation

Bottom line in the heart is

Me, mine, myself- only I

Fool in the school

Come without any tool

No plan for teaching

 Fool in the panchayat

Does not seen at all

Treat people as they have done wrong

As if fool is doing mercy to them

Fool makes them wait, subdue

Fool in the police station

Sharp the head in finance

Not the service of Solomon’s judgment

Smash the weak, butter the wicked

Re-establish unjust structure of economic

Unskilled labored is paid less

Vote has got equal power

Domestic need is compare

Kings is paid high salary

Slave is just kept alive.

Can you call it biggest democracy?

Only privileged ones can become leader?

Only same classes people are eligible to cm,pm

It is not MAYA to segregate humility

While ignoring responsibility MAYA comes

Neither it is KARMA (it is good in itself)

Karma block the development

Karma dehumanize the other

Karma is not illusion

Karma is the backbone of unjust society

Giving priority to lion, tiger, elephant ass

Ass has to move according to Karma

For lion can drink pond, lake, river, spring water

Therefore election comes and goes

Village remain as before

Beggar still cries in open sky

Dog still sleep outside the road

Cat continue to suspect snake

Moon keep silence

Though owl does mischief at night.

LOVE THAT

Love that makes you happy

Love that generate power to serve

Love that makes you dream

Love that inspires you to cries

Love that gives you time to wait

Love that which is lasting

Love that pulls you to people

Love that attracts you rejoice

Love that brings wonder in your life

Love that is life

LET YOU

Let you find out your ways

Let you go through the pain

Let you cry for achievement

Let you toil for reality

Let you built own carrier

Let you suffer day and night

Let you be humble

Let you search the world

Let you speak out to people

Let you express your desire.

YOU ONLY

You only assure future

You only be assistance

You be only helper

You be only light

You be only path

You be only salt

YOU CAN

You can be still creative

You can use logic

You can still decide

You can still deal

You can still imagine

You can still dream

You can further walk

You can filter truth

You can reflect past

You can comprehend your ability

You can go for confrontation

You can wait till the end

DO NOT

Do not surrender

Do not give up

Do not lose hope

Do not leave away

Do not let the things go

Do not hide

Do not cover weakness

Do not let tears fall

Do not depend on others

Do not blame others

Do not go along with current

DREAM

Dream always

Dream daily

Dream softly

Dream kindly

Dream lovely

Dream positively

Dream smoothly

Dream carefully

Dream before and after sleep

Dream while walking

Dream deliberately

Dream day by day

Dream in danger

Dream in hour of death

Dream generously

------ SALKHAN MURMU.

Our school headmaster got five daughters. After their marriage he still visited them with saris and asked all five separately not to mention about sari to other sisters at all and love the husband forever and ever. When the headmaster was sick there was a BIG MEALA in the house. Those ladies came to serve DADY with their kids and family. They realized his love for them equal and unique.

GOAL or AIM

There is a question mark for Majhi-Pargana & Manki- Munda whether they set aside a goal for the village or for the horhopon’s community. Those communities are good for, I think so-a)bongaburu, b)porob, c) bapla bhandan c) gal marao kiso, d) bicar –on the point of witch, handi nu tapam.

Below point could be considered for reflection:

Reforamtion> aiming at good moral life. Each individual is responsible for the family.

Working culture—head, hand and heart---

Finally we fall back to education. Majhi-Pargana & Manki- Munda did not initiate to educate people. This education is not of that degree of college. There is no platform where people come and discuss the issue and learn to confront the situation rather running away from the situation.

Horhopon travel :1HIHIRI PIPIRI2.HARATA,,,,,,,,,, till CAE- CAMPA,,,,,, none of theme thought JAL, JAmin JANGAL apna……

Forget about the ages   just see after SIDHU KANU what was the take up?

Another question is what kind of personality is made into-- Majhi-Pargana & Manki- Munda.

Again the schooling of the head is coming again and again look at MADARAASa. In one point hor wanted to be by themselves instead of learning from the situation.

Majhi-Pargana & Manki- Munda:

 if the administrative body is drunk in all the season of baha, bapla, bhandan,dibi kali,, how the hell is he going to lead the people and that is very practical point, people hate the character but only so called bearing administrative role people keep silence. In the case of company that kind of manager would have been thrown out immediately. Similarly in the case of BARABAU in thana or in case cm of the state.

Now not to blame any individual or history but that was the fate for horhopon.

Bond and unification:

On what ground Majhi-Pargana & Manki- Munda going to keep the villagers united………Faith? Morality? Human ethic? May be socialization, social being, without responsibility?

Faith could be ok, but distorted not organise for all family members to share together.

Muslim come running to mosque during prayer hour. Quran makes everybody to bow down.

There is a bond and unification in a concrete way Muslim people experience.

Over the years lots of homework not done step by step and therefore suddenly getting up and shouting for liberation, liberty sound painful.

I am sorry there are many good things are there with horhopon,, you know it,,,and you know more then what I have reflected, so please bear me as you go.

The issue is much more complicated and serous things in the life of horhopon.

1. Creed (dogma, doctrine)

2. Cult: (hereditary, traditional)

3. Code: (moral teaching, theology, philosophy)

May be as I think above mentioned disciplined were not clear and majority never bothered detail about ;;; however I am not suggesting to have them but in some level it is compulsory. Take for examples HINDU-all HINDUs do not have same understanding, creed, cult and code. North and south there is a difference again there are reformation stages,

Let us come back to horhopon

1. candobaba

2. Maranburu

3. Bonga( spirit- benevolent and malevolent )

4. jaher era.

5. Morkoturuiko.

I may be wrong, neat and clean reflection was not there, another possibility it was in my experiences elders

1.Manjhi haram

2.jok manjhi

3. godet'

4,paranik

5. Naike

 It was like their business and no one else. It was not sanctified with everybody bringing together and make it heart of the horhopon in daily life.

Oral tradition did not support and that is the tragedy we face today.

Apart from this there are some more factors;

1.Ojha

2.janguru

to secured life from

1. bongas

2.sickness

3. witches

Hor lived in stage of fear and death. It is still with us. Role of 1.Ojha

2.janguru was not clear so the bongas and all the sickness  were indicated to bonga or witches.

And the personality of double game for office holder  ---- Manjhi haram,2.jok manjhi’3. godet'

4,paranik,5. Naike and the same people can be 1.Ojha,2.janguru.

Above all lack of education made the things worse.

Balakuṛi

am do balakuṛi ạḍi saigať saigať em roṛa

ńapam pichạ balawa joharem johara

haṭ pata, bajare ekaliń botorama

balakuṛi kantem cekateń hiṛińmia.

Hanadom bon ńapamlenre kaṭhaṛem kulaťlia

Daraidom ma ar hom kulikan ona jo ko dole cekakeda.

balakuṛi amaḱ dular do maraṅburu lika ạḍi maraṅ

balawa johar johar teń laṅgayena mone ho loŗaoena.

JÂWÂI DHUTI

 Ceťlaka le dhutibina JÂWÂi

Cekateben taṛama? Ona miť

Jangatedo tinạḱben don baŗaia

Aleren hoponera caḱben duk kosṭeya?

Lahareben lạiale khać caḱle haronḱa

ạḍi sader biṭikan talewai

Mundrile hohoai reho ạḍi mundridoi baṅkana

Ekal dinạm hilạḱe ạrsi nakijoa setaḱ tora khoć

Ma tobe nondegibon ikạkaḱa

Enteť nuiaḱ met’dak’gi aleaḱ jingi

Cekatele ṭhelao pạsirgoť kia hahankarre

Cekate hoŗko ṭheć met’ha kole uduga/

Ruạ

bại bạitem laṅga kdińa

hoṛmo ma ekal  laṅga cabayen

banar ḍạbikin tiril bili lika lubus lubus

oko baṛai tinạḱ din coń jaṛaḱ.

reheť raṅ

haspatal raṅ okaṭaḱiń ńui

nowa ma janić ontor reaḱ ruạkan

nowa ma pasec’ dulaṛ baṅte ruạ

KAMASUTRA LESSONS:

Murder of Horhopon

 hoṛaḱ katha dikutem( bengoli) ola

cilikanam amdo?

akuaḱ hudisre sanam hoṛhopon bon

diku cabakowa.

oṛaḱ ko putaolika hoṛaḱ katha diku

tebon chapawa.

Bangla chapate ạkil budhan hoṛ

Diku lakai ḍoboḱama

Sukri jil ńelte methor ayu lika mui bedoḱa

Ar ho peṛakoi ataṅ daramkoa

Bramin, khatria, baisho, sudro lika,

hoṛtei roṛ ama hoṛ bankan lika

katha re soṛom sibil ceť ho banuḱa

aćaḱ motlab redo bangla te roṛme

hoṛ roṛdo boṅga suṛạ lika uku ukotei galmaraḱ

(protest against the idea of printing hoṛ roṛ in Bengoli word)

Among ourselves ( Dumka & Gorda)

From Pokhra chalk  i followed you

It was just after the breakfast

The time in Dudhhani tower 8.30am

you never looked back.

I run and run enjoying the fun

You were not seen under the sun

O lovely beauty

Got scared in SP college

By seening new railway track

Finally Guihajuri

 O lovely juri

Turned the road with trees and plants

Wild flower

We broke down to laughter.

It was a big argument

You never listen to me

Just damped in Karmidha

With your idri and Gussa.

I boiled and suffocated

Missing you in the air

I know it was not fair

You left me my dear.

Afternoon I reached Ramgar

I saw you leaning against the tree

You called me with your smile

I forgot walking the entire mile

After reaching Raghunathpur

I remember the childhood tour

The hardship on the way

That is what kept me alive all the way

Nowa dibirem hijuk kana se baṅ

amaḱ koioḱ hor re mińańa

hana dom ma bam hećlen

am baṅte hoṛmo ko lamjhaḱ cabayena.

Ceť ado onkam usạt kana

Cilie ruheťket mia

Ma am lagiť taben khạjạṛi ḍạlićre menaḱgia.

Tua dahi ona karahi rele potom akada.

Handha latar mone tam

Tabenhole huṛuṅkeda, jundra hole atakeda

guṛ, dặἯe  sanamaḱle teyarkeda

lặi ale nendai maha

guṛdaḱ tele aruṕ ader mia.

teńaṅ menaigia, bai calao hataṛoḱa

am hajuḱ eiote sukri jile ặguakať khalaḱre

arhoi menda bole, hặnḍi se buluṅdaḱ

jặṛuṛ khać, talabai ńam ạgua.