MOTHER'S DAY

He was pruning the plants.. in the posh gardens of an International school, heat and dust didn't seem to affect him.

*"Ganga Das, Principal Ma'am wants to see you -- right now"...*

The last two words of the peon had lots of emphasis on them, trying to make it sound like an urgency.

He quickly got up, washed and wiped his hands and headed towards the  Principal's chamber.

The walk from the garden to the office seemed never ending, his heart was almost jumping out of his chest..
he was trying all the permutation and combination, figuring out as to what has gone wrong that she wants to see him urgently...

He was a sincere worker and never shirkedfrom his duties...
knock knock...

"Madam, you called me?"
"Come inside..." an authoritative voice laced with crispness made him further nervous...

Salt n pepper hair, tied neatly in a french knot, a designer sari-sober and very classic, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose...
She pointed out towards a paper kept on the table...
"Read this"...

"B..but Ma'am I am an illiterate person.
I can not read English.
Ma'am please forgive me if I have done anything wrong... give me another chance... 
I am forever indebted to you for allowing my daughter to study in this school, free of cost... I could have never ever dreamt of such a life for my child.."
And he broke down almost trembling:

"Hold on, you assume a lot...we allowed your daughter because she is very bright and you have been our sincere worker.. Let me call a teacher in, she will read it out and translate it to you... this is written by your daughter and I want you to read this."

Soon enough the teacher was called and she started reading it, translating each line in Hindi...

It read-

*"Today we are asked to write about Mother's Day.*

*I belong to a village in Bihar, a tiny  village where medical and education still seem like a far fetched dream. Many women die every now and the while giving birth. My mother was one of them too, she could not even hold me in her arms. My father was the first person to hold me.. or perhaps the only person.* 
*Everyone was sad.. as I was a girl and I had "eaten up" my own mother.*
*My dad was instantly asked to remarry but he refused.* 
*My grandparents forced him by giving all logical, illogical and emotional reasons but he didn't budge.*
*My grand parents wanted a grandson, they threatened him to remarry else he will be disowned...*

*He didn't think twice... he left everything, his acres of land.. a good living, comfortable house, cattles and everything that counts for a good lifestyle in a village.*

*He came to this huge city with absolutely nothing -- but me in his arms. Life was tough, he worked hard day and night.. raised me with tender love and utmost care.*

*Now I understand why suddenly he developed a dislike for things that I would love to eat when there was only one piece left in the platter.... he would say that he hates eating it and I would finish it considering that he does not like it.... but as I grew older I realised the reason and what sacrifice is all about.*
*He gave me the best possible comforts  beyond his capacity.*

*This school gave him a shelter, respect and the biggest gift-an admission to his daughter...*
*If love and care  defines a mother... then my father fits in there.*
*If compassion defines a mother,my father fits in well in that category too...*
*If sacrifice defines a mother, my father dominates that category.*
*So in nut shell.. if a mother is made of love, care sacrifice and compassion...*
 *MY FATHER IS THE BEST MOTHER ON EARTH THEN.*

*On Mother's Day, I would like to wish my father for being the best parent on earth... I salute him and say it with pride that the hardworking gardener working in this school is my father.*
*I know I may fail this test after my teacher reads this -- but this would be a very small price one would pay towards an ode to the selfless love of my father.*
Thanks"

There was a deafening silence in the room... one could only hear soft sobbing of Ganga Das.... 
The harsh sun could not wet his clothes with sweat but soft words of his daughter had soaked his chest with tears.... he was standing there with hands folded..

He took the paper from teacher's hands... held it close to his heart and sobbed.

Principal got up.. offered him a chair, glass of water and said something... but, strangely the crispness of her voice was taken over by a surprising warmth and sweetness....

"Ganga Das.. your daughter is given 10/10 marks for this essay... This is the best essay ever written about Mother's Day in the history of this school. We are having the Mother's Day gala event tomorrow and the entire School Management has decided to invite you as the Chief Guest for the event... 
This is to honour all the love and sacrifice a man can do to raise his children... to show that you do not have to be a woman to be the perfect parent...

And most importantly this is to reinforce/appreciate/acknowledge the strong belief of your daughter in you, to make her feel proud.. to make the entire school feel proud that we have the best parent on earth as stated by your daughter."

"You are a *True Gardner*, who is not only looking after the gardens, but also nurturing the most precious flower of your life in such a beautiful way...."

"So Ganga Das, will you be our Chief Guest for the event?"

INDIA LOCKED

After a sudden imposition of LOCKDOWN with a four hours notice to fight pandemic COVID19 by the Prime Minister w.e.f 24th March, have put the  migrant workers and other section of millions of stranded people across the country with untold sufferings leading  to hunger, starvations, evictions from jobs, deprivation of wages and deaths of workers. The tragic Railway accident at Maharasthra of migrant workers with a toll of 15 deaths,  and many other deaths while on their tidious long journey to homes on foot, still being continued,  have touched the heart of the people of India with protests to which the Prime Minister has expressed his grief and sorrow. The Home Minster also promised all sorts of  quick steps  by the Railways for speedy repatriation of the  migrant workers and other millions of stranded people. But all those promises of the Central Govt. as announced by Finance Minister in respect of providing adequate ration and relief materials with a meagre monetary support under 1.70 lakhs of crores budget,  the P. M's much announced of no retrenchment and no deprivation of wages during Lock Down period by the employers,  have utterly failed. There are reports of small section of people receving the benifits as announced by the Finance Minister while a overwhelming majority of migrant workers still remain the non-recepient of Budgeted benifits which fuelled their anger and outbursts leading to desparate  leaving of their places for homes,  as reported in the news media and social media. 
On first May after 40 days of Lock Down, the  Central Home Minister announced about operation of Railways for repatriation of workers , the much celebrated day of Internstional Working Class on their right of 8 hours work a day,. But it is now  open  that the BJP ruled States unilaterally issued the Oridinance suspending of existing labour laws  increasing  the working hours of workers  from 8 to 12 hours a day.
The Corporate employers organisations are now openly advocating to Central Govt for this measure of suspension of existing Labour Laws in the name of fighting Pandemic and commencing operation of economy activities.The spree of rampant wage cuts and retrenchment with increased working period to 12 hours by the employers have started defying the Prime Minister's declaration.His Govts' inaction appears to be shocking. This will be a violation of ILO convention too what it appears and a beginning  of a slavery-type system for the Working Class,  not in consonance with the spirit of Constitution of India and democracy.

KARL MARX 202 NOT OUT

5,मई 1818 को 664 ब्रुस्केन गास्से मार्ग,जनपद त्रियेर,प्रशा में,हेनरिख मार्क्स और हेनरियेट प्रेस्बोर्क (दोनों पिता और मां)के घर कार्ल मार्क्स का जन्म हुआ।वह 14 मार्च 1883 को इस धरती को अलविदा कह गये। मार्क्स ने अपने जीवनकाल में,हेगल के दर्शन की समीक्षा,1841,कम्युनिस्ट घोषणा पत्र1848,पूंजी खण्ड-1,16,अगस्त,1867और क्रमशः दूसरे व तीसरे खण्ड की रचना की।1878में उनकी कृति ड्यूहरिंग मत खण्डन आयी।परिवार,निजी सम्पत्ति और राज्य उनकी अन्तिम रचना थी जिसका प्रकाशन उनके जाने के बाद 1884 में हुआ।कई रचनाए उन्होंने लिखी जिसमें उनके अपने और का.एंगिल्स के विचार भी हैं।
           उनकी महत्वपूर्ण पुस्तक पूंजी ने दुनियां के पूंजीपतियों को भीतर से भयभीत कर दिया और पेरिस कम्यून जो एंगेल्स के साथ आयी ने कम्युनिस्ट जगत को सावधान किया।
       मार्क्स ने स्वयं अपने दृष्टिकोण को जड़सूत्र की तरह पेश करने की अनुमति नहीं दी है।यह एक संक्रमणकारी दर्शन है जो विभिन्न देशों की उनकी अपनी परिस्थितियों में प्रयुक्त होगा।सिद्धांत और व्यवहार का एक कठिन समन्वयकारी मार्ग ही हमें लेकर चलना है , की सीख भी उन्होने दी।जब हम सिद्धांत पर अधिक बल देते हैं तब संकीर्णता के शिकार और जब व्यवहारवाद पर बल देते हैं तो संशोधनवाद के भटकावों के शिकार हो जाते है।
            कार्ल मार्क्स ने समाज के इतिहास की भौतिकवादी व्याख्या करते हुए उसके क्रमिक विकास की रूपरेखा ऐतिहासिक भौतिकवाद में की जो एंगेल्स के साथ आयी।प्रकृति के भीतरी द्वंद और उनके बीच के संघर्स को विकसित करते हुए उन्होंने समाज के भीतर स्थित द्वन्द को भी रेखांकित किया।सामाजिक व्यवस्था में क्रांतियां उसी छाया में घटित होती गयी।
          क्रमशः आदिम साम्यवाद से दास युग,भूदास, कुलीनतंत्र और राजतंत्र,सामंतवाद फिर पूंजीवादी व्यवस्था का वर्णन एक अनोखा दर्शन है।पूंजीवाद के गर्भ से ही समाजवाद का जन्म होता है जो आगे समाज को साम्यवाद के चरण में प्रवेश कराता है।यह ही अंतिम अवस्था होगी जब मानवों के मध्य के संघर्ष शून्य हो जायेंगे।हमारा संघर्ष सीधे प्रकृति से होगा।
        द्वंदवाद में नये -पुराने के बीच के संघर्ष ,संसार का अंतः सम्बनध,विपरीतों की एकता का नियम,अंतर्विरोधों का नियम,मुख्य और गौड़ अंतर्विरोध,निषेध का निषेध,समाज में मात्रात्मक परिवर्तन और फिर गुणात्मक परिवर्तन का बोध हमें कार्ल मार्क्स के दर्शन से ही प्राप्त हुआ।समूचा विश्व ऐसे महामनीसी का अनंतकाल तक आभारी रहेगा।
      हम आज उनके जन्मदिवस पर उन्हें सादर अपना क्रांतिकारी लाल सलाम पेश करते हुए उनके आदर्शो को अपने जीवन के प्रमुख कार्यों में प्रथम स्थान पर रखकर चलने का संकल्प लेते हैं।