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.

miru and som

You( river) are calling me now

At the evening, just before the night

O the beauty of you

Calm and quite, nothing to worry at all

Full of sands, water flowing

Silent trees around

Open sky the above

I am free with you

You never mind to tauch you

You never mind while lying on you

You never mind while leaving you

You are there whenever I come

Dirty paradise ( sumita and her verginity)

With freedom and beauty

Lily sprang up with sincerity

Tender and green spread everywhere

Whole creation praised and admire

How lovely the beauty

Got tremendous capacity

Passer by stand for awhile

Forgot to walk thousand mile

At night in darkness

When village sleep in happiness

Lily walks in dream

Unknowingly enjoy swim

Gardener never knew

But some flower along with dew

Noticed the reciprocate smile

When Lily dance and dine

Mosquitoes, flies and crane

All became Lily’s friends

That was the time of feast and celebration

Lily forgot its ambition.

some body special

You kept alive the beauty

Bubbling all around

Crossing music and sound

Glittering smile with sincerity.

Dark eyes and wet lip

Having no cliff

In the hair

It does not matter

Whether some body care

It is an outstanding personality

With genuine quality

To be simple and humble

praising nature:

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

not able to comprehend:

Some time I sit and sit and sit alone

Not knowing what I was thinking

But looking around so pleasant

so nice, sweet air, calm nature.

My heart bit goes on

But I could not comprehend my mind

Traveling 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?

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.