[11/01, 03:37] Shama Sinha: ॐ
SAHIARRA. my native village has always quizzed by its name. Its sandhi vichched(sahi +arrah) made me think why it is named so and if it is correct it should have been more developed than the Arrah town
Anyway it stands with the same status as before with innumerable memories making it SAHI +ARRAH(REAL ARRAH for my late father ,NPSinha who was born and brought up in its beautiful natural rich surroundings a long time till our grand father late Uma kant Sinha moved to Patna to be employed as secretary to the governor then.
However my father continued his studies partly in Jila School, Patna and also Jila school Ranchi too because the whole office of the governor shifted to Ranchi in summer.Brigbtest of all in family he stood first in his matric exam.
He often recalled how people from different villages came to see him
His grand father late Abhilakh lal was a lawyer and had stablished his landlord status by hi earning of only one month in calcutta,then. The big campus stood with 4 huge courtyards,each defining areas meant for particular purpose. The third and fourth were private areas.there was a Hathi darwaja from which elephants entered the premises iñ the 3rd one which was meant for entertaining male guest but the 4th one was secured for family residential purpose.
I remember clearly it had many rooms spread spaciociosly on all its 4 sides.My father showed us the room on west in which he was born.
We often visited our village with our car loaded with aĺ provisions from coal and wood to fruits and groceries.
My father late NPSINHA was recruited à Superintendent Engineer in Bihar StateElectricity Board then.,after he had resigned from DVC Tenughat. Returning from France he had purchased a brand new Ambassador car ,we were treated like princes on arrival . In ithe village . AHEAD of our arrival the local authorities of my papa’s department took special care in repairing the kuttcha road and would make sure that our car passed over the bridge of 9th HARPUR LOCK of SONE CANAL running along our village. This also was the reason why our village wass a prosperous location.
[11/01, 09:14] Shama Sinha: OumPapa continued his studies in Patna Science College and
He was fond of spending time in Sahiarra and its neighborhood using his imported gun in hunting birds on banks of Sone River. That was always a picnic trip for me and bhaiya.
The” Banihars”(bonded laborers who were our farm laborers and were paid in terms of produce,not money)carried leafy shades to attract birds.later when my grandfather and grandmother started living.,hunting was adventure activty for both, my father and my grandfather. On these hunting trips we all accompanied them.My younger sisters followed my mother while me and my brother accompanied my Papa. The Banihars prepared chura dahi or cooked chuda doodh kheer “fo us on the banks itself. It was an exciting trip always.
Ma and grandma would use it to visit families of Bahadurpur zamindar”Kripal Pade Baba and another ascetic with ephantisis . I forget his name but his soft and peaceful expression still mark my memories.we called him “Daadhi waale Baba”.
On returns ma would bring loads of “khoya and laal dahi” which she carefully stored to carry back on return. She often got the curds dried by maids. Dry curds curry tasted yummy. We still remember.
We were many cousins but except us none visited Sahiarrah.शुभदायक गणतंत्र दिवस “
शुभदायक गणतंत्र दिवस “
समस्त भारतीय भाई बहन को,गणतंत्र दिवस की अनेकानेक बधाई ।
समस्त भारतीय भाई बहन को,गणतंत्र दिवस की अनेकानेक बधाई ।
“है उन सहस्त्र जाबाजों को बार बार प्रणाम, समस्त देशभर का,
साहस से जिनके है वजूद, हम करोडों हिन्द देश- वासियों का।
उठा झंडा,भर कर शक्ति से श्वास ,चरणो में मां की कसम का ,
नापते सहज पथ ,रक्षक इसके ,थाम तिरंगा जमीं से नभ तक का ।
” शीश, मां का ऊंचा रहे सदा,”ओढ़ कफन आह्वान है, इसके दुलारों का।
है खेलते जहां बच्चे शेरों से, देश है यह ऐसे वीर अहिल्या और भरत का।
हरआगंन मे है वास यहांअगणित शान्तिदूत,लौहपुरूष,झांसी की बेटी का।
देखना तनिक इसकी ओर ,है नही सामर्थ्य किसी माई के लाल का।
प्रत्यक्ष विराजे राम जहां है और सुरक्षा कवच है वीर भद्र लक्ष्मण का,
सदा सचेत समस्त नारी है जहां,रहेगा सदैव
सुरक्षित सम्मान भारतीय माटी का।”
शमा सिन्हा
26-01-’21
[30/01/2021, 19:33] Shama Sinha: Many a time when we hear unexpected words and expressions from people whom we think, are too young to experience life situations so unexpected,far from our site too,we are emersed into a pool of philosophical thoughts.
In particular ,my state is of a child in confusion. I am unable to justify my own ignorance. I feel extremely low and childish. I wonder why such wisdom, not dorn on me though my age and so accountable experience is ,if not more atleast double to that of the speaker.
I am bewildered and have no reasons to shroud my illiteracy in learnings of life’s realities. I don’t want to elaborate my confession anymore,as it will be alike eating up Cadbury chocolate without sharing with you. Therefore instead of beating around the bush,it would be good if I come to the point.
Last week, we celebrated my daughter’s marriage anniversary. It being a working day,the environment at home was extraordinarily “lack enthusiasm “.
My contribution was nil .
On the eve, I was rather perplexed as to how could the day be made a special one. The morning woke me up early. I thought, if not anything ,I could send them good wishes and blessings on WhatsApp identity. I prayed for them and extended my blessings.
When they woke up. I also added my idea of celebration “aaj to kuch special hona chahiye.”
“Working day hai ma,sham ko kartei hain.”
I couldn’t ask for more. I kept quiet. The Sun set and day was ending.I was anxious to ask about the program they had planned.
There was some activity. I could make out as my granddaughter was now and then running from one end of the house to another while my daughter was instructing her to “keep away”.
Soon I was asked to come for the cake cutting event. I was surprised to see the beautiful decorations with balloons.
There’s always a touch of professionalism visible on every occasions though my daughter hasn’t acquired a training. The event followed. The two were busy in taking snaps to create memories while I was satisfied to see the couple participating together . My eyes were capturing the items in the table.which was ethnically spread.
There was a big cake,topped with the cutout of the couple of the evening .small pots of plants, bouquet and box of cookies sent by my son and daughter in-law . Colorfull balloons hung neatly on the edge if table. After snapping of pictures, the cake cutting followed. The first piece was shared by allowing us. A few more photos followed. Suddenly my daughter said “bahut bhook lagi hai!”
I was awaiting for food too
What special do we have today?” I asked.
“Food order karna hai.”
Hearing this my hopes despaired. It was already past 9pm. But service was faster than expected. Soon I was in bed without giving a second thought to the need of helping in cleaning work.
Next day as I scrolled my Facebook page,I saw pictures of last evening’s celebration at home. Together with it I found a note written by my daughter. And as my eyes moved from one line to the next, my thoughts got stuck to one of its quoted line, “After the last guest has left and the marquee lights are out, that’s where a marriage begins”
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I couldn’t move further. I am overwhelmed with appreciation and applaud for maturity and sobriety of the understanding embedded in it.For me that small sentence holds a treasure of thoughtful gems. It seemed to echo a truth,to which inspite of my years,I had never realized.All these years,I had been a great fool,I felt. Numerous findings with new approach percolated my mind.
Don’t you think our education should extend its syllabus also to make our children aware of ,their individual role in fulfilling demands of life and its fulfillment before they go for choosing a suitable partner for themselves?
Life is not an entertaining cultural event but a garland of numerous buds of challenges that are stringed to bloom together to make it a garland .
Whenever we attend a wedding, make arrangements for our children, last but not the least, the remembrances of that very moment when we stood under the beautifully,decorated”mandap”,extremely excited for our nuptial bonds to be tied,in deep ignorance of its real meaning ,its rights and duties woven into it,rather thanthefestivities,customs, guests,wedding-trousseeau,mehndi-makeup,journeying honey moon destination..etc. All these romantic events stand far away from the actual spirit of conjugal life.
We forget the essence mutual commitment, mutual consent,mutual honor , mutual understanding ,mutual sharing of everything, in possession now and in future and above all accepting each other as we are,with abilities and qualities in knowledge or beyond….
It is not only important rather essential for us to understand today that the two persons in nuptial bonds have to carry out their lives ,not their parents elders or guests. Any lacuna in thisunderstanding leads to disturbances.
Life is a social phenomenon, not an absolute one. There is interdependence in all respects. No aspect of any kind can be left on anyone ,singly to be undertaken. It is conditioned to be borne mutually.
Only when this awareness is understood ,living will become harmonious and peaceful. In absence of it,crying out to elders, accusing each other,knocking door of court etc only severes life beyond recovery.
Therefore accpting it is rightly said that marriage begins” when the last guest has left and marquee lights are out“
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