Mera gaon ,mera desh ......

Nothing like sitting in the comfort of your house ,listening to the melody of rain ,and the feeling of not going to the work ,well priceless! back from home last evening only, though it was a hush hush affair and uncalled for, i somehow managed to make the most of it ,only regret being not able to spend time with the parents ,but i needed this break desperately ,just wanted to run away from everyone ,to the comfort and solace of my ghar ....got the chance to spend some time at my paternal village i dont know when was the last time i stayed there,i had always enjoyed visting my village but this time it came out to be a heart warming experience ....one of my collegue asked "tera gaon kaisa hai ,omkara main jaisa village dikhaya waisa kya ?"well let me then tell you about the place, who's roots i have got ....

Cheria bariarpur, is the name of my village its a small block around 24kms away from the begusarai town where i live .when on the morning of 2nd i took off to my village i had little idea that five or six days later i will be writing down something about my gaon ....thankx to nitish babu the drive down was very pleasent ,well good roads ,that's one visible change you will find if u visit bihar these days ....it took me merely 20 mins to reach there from begusarai ,i was stunned to see how time travels by the speed of sound at such places everything was same as it used to be ten to fifteen years back not even an iota of change ,the smell of cowdung will welcome you no matter where ever you go ,people will stare you like, you have suddenly become a superstar of sorts ,flattering though......

The moment i stopped near my home ,there where ten odd kids playing there ,rushed inside shouting bhaiya has come ,it was now time to greet the elders {greeting means touching the feets ,and if u miss you are finished } there were 20 odd people there inside the house sitting in the aangan ,i recognised only a couple ,everbody dreesed in white kurta and dhoti ,i exchanged the pleasentries and looked behind ,ma was there smiling and with tears in her eyes ,feeling good to see her son ,suddenly as i touched her feet i felt i have achieved nirvana ...soon papa came with few men carrying something under the plastic and i knew "ab yahan bhi mareez dekhna hoga ?god gimme some break "well poor men they ,i felt bad how for some financial gains few docs really made a loot ,unwanted investigations ,medicines ,i thanked god for keeping my soul still uncomercialised .....it was now time to visit the village river ,boodhi gandak is the river blessing my village ,the moment i stepped on the banks ,cool breeze welcomed me ,i looked on the left, that old peepal tree was still there ,pata nahi kab se hai wo ?i looked towards the river ,the moment i found few kids bathing ,i couldn't resist my self and took the dive ,it was fun ....

night arrived, atfer the bhoj i was very tired drenched in the sweat i went to roof for fag ,looked up towards the sky ,my eyes got fixed ,BEAUTIFULL i exhaled ,i dont know when was the last time i saw so many stars and constellations ,well that's pollution free skyline for you ...."ROHIT "papa called ,i asked kya hua ?somebody is here to meet you ,"oh not again "thinking i rushed downstairs with mint in my mouth ,it was 80 years old master saheb waiting there ,he looked at me and said "beta khana waana nahi khatey ho kya ?then he went on saying how the village library is now 10,000 books library and they have now named it "azad hind pushtakalya ". he said, its really hard to believe that i reside in delhi coz my angika{my native language } was still ok,i replied back "master ji hum har jageh par apni bhasa aur apney accent main hi kaam chala lete hain"i had hardly met him before but the kind of love and affection he had for me was really moving ....suddenly the old help of ours phulwa came and said "maalik khana kha lijiye "i was ashamed this is one thing which i hate the most, the colonial prefixes ,the only place i like prefixes is at workplace ,i replied ye maalik waalik nahi chalega ,but in vain.....along with old generation there also lives young guns wanting to take the world head on ,the football WC fever was also there, i was amused to see the level of information ,i am sure all those facebook people who comment on every win or loss they have got some competition there .......

I am back in delhi now ,with the memories playing inside my mind ,thanking lord for making me belong there ,i just pray that someday i could be half as good as those people are ,i know one day hopefully i will be ....and yess rajeev,, iss baar bhi humko mummy se maar pari ,but thats ma....as you say always ,hum nahi sudheringe .....time again to post it ,next post when? i dont know ,likheinge bhi ya nahi pata nahi ,till then lets keep buzzing each other .....gotta report to duty kal .....cheers !