9_a god’s fool
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A foolish God or a Godly fool…!! 9 Arun Babani VOLUME - 11, ISSUE - 1 • JAN.-MAR., 2012 TMTRANSCRIPT
I met a Sindhi journalist today. Just to make him feel
good, I told him I do read his articles in Sindhi
magazines. “But,” he said “I have already stopped
writing a long time ago, in fact it is almost two years
now that I have hardly published anything. There is
absolutely no value, respect and use for a Sindhi
journalist in our community.” I wholeheartedly
agreed with the senior gent of 70.He continued “you
know I was present at the function where the then
newspaper of Sindhis, THE HINDU, was being
renamed as HINDUSTAN DAILY. It was back in
Sindh and I was a child of 7 years, passionate about
Sindhiyat, even then” Taking a deep breath and
perhaps realizing my presence his attention came back
to me and he asked, “what do you do…I believe you
also write for our community magazines?” I nodded
hesitantly and he continued his sharp gaze on me,
asking, “Why? Why do you write? Do you get paid?”
Again I nodded and mumbled “well , some
peanuts…!” As if he knew the answer beforehand, he
asked, “Then why? Why do you get into such a sorry
situation? I have written four books and countless
articles in last 60 years…, what do you think…why do
we go on doing this strange thing?” I said, laughing
“We write ourselves, we read what we write ourselves,
and we feel happy ourselves…”He cut me short
asking “Why, why do we do such a strange
thing…that's what I'm asking you…”I laughed and
said, “You can call it Junoon…passion or simply a
madness…”That shocked him, “madness?oh my
God…! Do you think we are mad? Insane?” I smiled
politely and began to fumble for words because I
noticed that my answer had genuinely hurt the
gentleman and he was going into some deep thought
realizing the validity of that fact. “You mean to say
that it has all along been a nonsense thing to do, to
t h i n k a n d f e e l f o r t h e
community?”
His voice now trembled as if
asking me for support to stand up
and walk. I quickly gave that
support, saying “No no Dada, not at all, you have
done what you believed in. The fact that our work and
our passion has not been recognized and valued is an
unfortunate fact of history and of our culture. Today
priorities have changed, people's perceptions have
narrowed down to superficial stuff, but that doesn't
mean that your vision and values have gone waste, not
at all. Every age gets a vision that it deserves and this
age seems to be happy with the trivial and the twitter,
so be it!!” His face lit up a little but not quite and he
said, “You know I filled a sack of Sindhi books,
hundreds of them, carried the sack all the way to
Chembur, to a Sindhi institute and right at the door
the officer told me to take it away, 'we have not yet
opened many sacks of books sent by others…' and
then I took the sack back and brought it to Sita Sindhu
Bhavan where also they told me that they don't need
this garbage…”Picking a tear from his eyes and then
smiling a toothless smile he continued, “I'm over 70
now, weak, fragile…how old is Kirat?” “90”, I said,
“his library, we donated to the department of Sindhi,
Mumbai University..” “What would they do with all
that?” he asked, surprised at my revelation. “They'll
make a library..” And he immediately retorted “that's
because they get paid for it…. The staff there gets
money to do all that work…!!” I saw a strange
vengeful look in the old man's eyes, a look of rejection
by his own brothers and sisters and family members.
He feels a little foolish I thought, but looks Godly…
A foolish God or a Godly fool…!!
A GOD'S FOOL
Arun Babani
TM
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