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The Mother

Shekhar Kapur - October 13, 2006

Oscars. Red carpet. Elizabeth. Vanity Fair Party, squeezing through. Frenzied media. Who's this guy in the Maharaja dress ? Better take his picture just in case someone pays for it. Elton John's party. Excuse me, did I step on your Prada shoes ? Oops, sorry, did I spill my drink on your dress as I was trying to sqeeze past ? Where's the bathroom please. Who am I ? What's this attention all about ? How did I get lucky ? Did I get lucky ?

Ah, the peculiar pungent smell of Bombay at night. Hits you every time you step off the plane. Drying fish competing with the hot humid smell of of 15 million human beings.

Home.

I need to walk. I need to breathe. I need to be grounded. I need to squash the hype.

Walking alone 2 am. Down Marine Drive. Leaning over the railway bridge at Charni Road. Families huddled together, sleeping next to the tracks. Exhausted from the toils of the day's labour. Or from beggng. No sleeping pills here.

Sound of laughter and singing, a few odd aggresive voices. The kind of threatening voices that send a slight shot of adraneline through your system. Your eyes impassive. Ready. There they were squatting in the middle of the road. Young men. Homeless. Drinking. Eating. Gambling. Laughing. And threatening. Like a tinder box. Knives would flash if ignited. Perhaps even country made revolvers.

Singing too, suprisingly haunting. Some rural voice, hoarse and full of pain peppered by laughter. Of loved ones left behind, never to be seen again.

And there she was. Young. Beautiful and graceful even in her torn and worn sari. . Even younger than some of the men. Unafraid of the supressed violence. Shouting at them sometimes. Digging her hand in the large worn alluminium pot, and bringing out handfuls of a mixture of rice and lentils. Slopping down the dripping contents on the days newspapers laid out directly on the tarred road. Even as she forcibly shoved handfuls of food into the protesting mouths of the young men far preffering to drink and gamble,

One of the the men looked at me.

Hey, You !

The observer suddenly became the observed. The stranger had been stripped naked. All eyes threateningly on me.

"I know who you are. You can either stand there and stare, or you can come and drink with us".

An invitation or a threat ? I sat. Tasting the food. Watery. The odd vegetable and the crunch of not fully cooked lentils. But the warm familiar comfort of rice in the mouth.

Don't drink the water ! Sip the country brew politely. It's safer.

A young man arrived. So drunk he could barely walk. Thin and scrawny. His sparse clothes slipping off him. Drawn face, like the city had sucked life out of him. He sat down, eyes averted and downcast. Not daring to meet the young woman's gaze. She stared directly at him. Eyes blazing.

And then she attacked him. Ferociously. Slapping him. Even as he went down, sobbing as he tried to avert her blows. His sobs turned into wails. They all watched the spectacle impassively. Not one interfered. The young man's arms reached out to her, his wails coming now in pain racked sobs. The sounds of loneliness and abandonment.

She softened. Touched his cheek, and gently brought his head to her lap. He gave in and buried his head in her. Still wailing as she tried to pour some food in his mouth. Still chiding him, while she cradled him like a baby.

Dawn was breaking when I left. Less than sober.

She lived alone. In something that coud possibly pass as hut just under the bridge by the railway tracks. Young men re-built it every time the slum lords took it down. They protected her. She cooked for them. Worried about them. Fussed about them. She was the constant nagging presence that once was home. An eon ago for those that had migrated to the streets.

No one knew where she came from. Or even when. For no one stayed long enough to find out, moving from one street to another. I asked her what the name of the poor young man was. She did not know. She called all them all her 'Baccha's". Her children. He came to this street two weeks ago, but spent all his time drinking. That made her angry.

'Somebody has to look after him'

Not one of the young men called her by her name. They all called her 'Maa". Mother.

'Accha Maa, ab main chalta hoon' I had said as I was leaving.
(Ok, mother, I had better be going)

'Phir zaroor ana' Said the young woman" Tum bhi mere Bacche ho'
('Come again, you are also my child')


Shekhar

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Posted by Shekhar Kapur at October 13, 2006 08:08 AM

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Dear Shekhar,

I to have walked amongst the two extremes. Usually those of the more fortunate extreme are unawares of those at the other extreme.

Those at the unfortunate extreme are aware of the others more fortunate but know not the experience of fine linens, meals, and service; they have never traveled to other countries and cities, or stayed in a fine hotel.

What disturbs me most is that often having the more fortunate experience, I know that I am also having the unfortunate experience.

I cannot hide from my Self, I know that the unfortunate are me, I can feel myself in their point of view because they are me. I know me.

So I struggle never really being happy because I know that I am not happy in so many places.

So I struggle to bring myself wherever I am a life worth living.

Perhaps if more of me, the more fortunate of me, could realize the rest of me less fortunate, these things might change.

That is one of the goals of Infinite Play

I can say one thing about mother. She has created for herself purpose, a meaningful purpose. I look at others often the fortunate ones and they have not created a meaningful purpose and their lives are empty yet filled with things to take their minds off the truth that resides in the places of poverty.

I offer all of myself a purpose, with meaning, to allow all of my lives to be worth living.

Such it is, it is the current system that creates such disparity, and it is this system we must change.

With a single thought... that we is me, I just flipped the first character.

~Richard Thomas

I say to all of you who are reading here, you have a purpose, a role to play. Soon you will get a chance to engage in the greatest performance of all. While many sideshows are played out as we speak, the Great Performance is yet to come, with a cast of Billions.

For many it will be as simple as a few mouse clicks, and a copy and paste here and there, and the simple act of registering your voice, your will, your intent.

Stand ready, the script is written in your heart.....

Till there have been only light showers....

The truth will rain in torrents upon this planet for forty days and forty nights, and from it no one can hide, for everyone will be touched by it's drops.... and from this rain a new garden will grow....

~Richard Thomas

I tried to ignore you. But when you write like this....I can't.

Cheers for Shekhar Kapur, THE storyteller.

Navin

Dear Shekhar, this is a story in the making!! This young woman; amazingly aware, that she, as a sister of God; compassionately tends to her brothers.

Her life must be so difficult; the men, so very fortunate to have a caring "mother" once again.

I have a lump of emotion in my throat, and my eyes are pierced with a flood of tears.

She, is the most signicant essence of unconditional love and compassion. Perhaps, Mother Theresa sent her?

What did you learn from this experience Shekhar? The imagery of your post, was most, acceptional!

You must write a diary Shekhar, and publish it!!

Write about--The young man in the praying place, with no legs; yet, he, on first glance, looked exceptionally handsome and healthy/wealthy. Write about--This woman, so young and ragged on the outside; but, a pureness of godness... inside.

How many of "us" would take her place, I wonder? And, how many of "us" would walk miles on hands; to pray each morning?

I am not ashamed, to admit--I wouldn't(blush.)

with loving kindness,
North

Dear Shekhar,
What a great story. Thanks for sharing. One never knows what might happen around the corner.
Instead of sitting by the Gate of India, you had a taste of the 'real' life in the city.
How beautiful are mothers of all kinds.
Love,
Donatella

'Mother' needs to get a grip and become a tax-paying part of the economy instead of wasting her time trying to feel superior to those homeless untouchable cretins.

Peace

Craig,
do you think she feels superior? My impression was one of love, not feeling superior.

Shekhar,
thanks for sharing.

Love, Kristin

Please Kristin. So she is guilt tripping about something that happened in her life.

We all can feel 'love' for the wife/husband (until the divorce), and sometimes we can even like them afterwards; and for our own kids of course we can feel 'love'; and even for the starving baby in India or Africa we can feel sorry for . . .

We all need to believe in love, just like we need to believe in God . . .

But no more! I am convinced; it is all about the 'survival of the fittest.'

Let's get that Temple in Jerusalem rebuilt, and then see what happens. By the way, do you have an extra 44 magnum with just one bullet I can borrow . . .

Har har, just joking of course

Peace

(P.S. I have always appreciated your and Scotts' posts Kristin, keep the faith wonderful [as in you are wonderful, but I suppose keeping faith wonderful is what it is all about too, hmm, kewl!]).

I'm sorry for all of the negativity people in my recent posts, here and in other threads, I can't shake it [damn school loans, child support, the powerless voice of a felon, Linda . . .], and this booze ain't helping.

Anyway, no hijacked threads here people, Shekhar's post is reall kewl, even kewler if true. I guess I am just typing . . .

Sorry.

Peace

Such a great Freedom there is "under the bridge", No?
Sometimes I miss it.
Sometimes I fly on a plane off to a certain city I have loved, without suitcases or reservations, and ride a bus downtown. And from there, for a time, I have disappeared into the fog and the darkness, into grifters camps where no one cares what your name is or what you "do".
I am one of them, really, just masquerading as one of you tonight, here by this computer...this portal...
See ya 'round maybe sometime, Shekhar...or maybe not.

Dear Shekhar & friends,

This is to inform you all that a great INJUSTICE AND FRAUD is about to take place at the MTV India Style awards 2006 to be held in Mumbai a few hours from now. MTV is starting a new category of the Most Stylish Person - online from this year. Photos of shortlisted candidates were uploaded on the Styleawards Mtvindia website:

http://www.mtvindia.com/styleawards/ratemostspo.php

The winner was to be decided on the basis of online voting by the public. If you go to the above page (within the next few hours, coz today is the day of the show) you will see my rating as 3.64 (currently), out of a maximum of 5 points. which was substantially higher than anybody else's. I have been continuously ahead for the last four days and my nearest rival had a score of 3.10 with less than half the number of votes polled as compared to me. I received a call from one Priya representing MTV on 11th Oct,06 that I was a potential winner and she interviewed me, and I answered all her questions satisfactorily. But when I did not receive a call from MTV till right now, even when the show is just hours away from starting, I got anxious and gave MTV a call. I was shocked to be told by them that they have chosen a person by the name of Anoop instead of me. But would you believe it that this Anoop's picture was not even there for the voting! If it was then it might have been with some other name. It would have been understandable if they had picked the second or third person in the race down the line instead of me, but to pick up a rank outsider!

It is clear that MTV has corruptly chosen someone who was not even in the race as the winner for this award. I am really sad to see such blatant corruption and nepotism in giving these awards, first hand. It makes me wonder whether all (or most) of the awards given in the Indian Entertainment Industry are rigged?

I am really at a loss to think what action I should take against such corrupt practices.

No cheers!
Navin

Dear Navin,
I can understand your frustration. What happened is not fair. I hope you'll get the recognition you deserve.
Love,
Donatella

Dear Navin,

Just voted for you :)

I agree with Donatella.

Stay put and things will work out by themselves.

Love, Mieke

You are a person taking a world cruise for 90+ days. Sailing on the ocean with red carpet treatment. Coastal Living, Cottage Living, Country Living, Bon Appetit, Women's Health, Men's Health, Parenting, Food and Wine.
The cruise ship pulls into the dock. Once off the ship pictures are taken with the "natives" - his markets, his living conditions, his natural habitat. You board the ship and sail away to the next place. Oddly enough the pictures, when they are developed, show similar but not matching environments.

You are a person belonging to a humanitarian cause. Your flight takes you to a disaster stricken destination.
Time, Newsweek, Life, National Geographic. Your plane lands. You get your assignment and you embrace your fellow human being and for a space in time you not only live with them, but you ARE they. When you come home, there are no pictures. There was no time. Your only pictures are embedded in your mind.

You are a person who has not only seen the pictures from a world cruiser, but also has seen disasters, been a part of humanitarian efforts, watch the travel channel, and every year take a vacation.

Constants don’t ever change. Everyone is a mother’s child.
Variables can change. Everyone is equal.

Shekhar, The Mother, or The Brotherhood?

Kindred Spirits to ALL!

Hello Shekhar,
I'm sure another man would have percieved the same scene differently.Ur writeup surely proves that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

My interest in this blog site was cultivated by my Dad (Harb)hajan Singh whose book 'Self-Designed Universe'(about the four basic physical forces-gravity,electromagnetism,strong and weak-and the Spirit's attempt at freedom from them unfolding Evolution)seemed to have had caught ur rare attention enough to reply back that U would like to go through it after U are free from Ur commitments with 'The Golden Age'.
I,30, am a knower of Krishna as a kshetrajna would be a knower of kshetra, for in myself I see him a lot.U for one seem to be just the right one by both the East and the West's standards to tell the world what Krishna must really have been.Vishnu if reincarnated today, I believe, would have to manufacture a conciliation between the powers of materialism and that of spiritualism rather than a war between them to aid the triumph of Spiritualism a-la Mahabharta.In that project we seem destined to meet.For so long till next inspiration-Happy eternity.Harpreet(Jim)

Shekhar:

"Tum bhi mere bachhe ho". The beauty of universal motherhood! Very well put!

Harpreet: Beautifully said!! Like Father Like Son!! You have a very fresh and amazing thought!

Cheers,
Desh
Drishtikone.com

Dear Navin, I am sorry to read what is happening to you. I wish you come out of it even stronger. Remember, when the darkness is at its worst, the light too is around the corner. "Jabi Baan Lagio Tabi Ros Jagio" Go towards your aim with even greater force...

Hi Mieke!

Harb

Dear Harpreet,

How nice to get acquainted with you here, on Intentblog, welcome :).
Good to read your thoughts here. Hope to read more from you.

Hi Harb, how are you doing?
Nice to have two Arjuna´s here now lol. I mean this more astrologically because i remember that certainly you, but Harpreet perhaps too are Sagittarius?

Love,

I guess the following is worth mentioning here, cause it is in line:

Tuesday next, 17th October, a special event is occurring in our Universe. That day Sun, Moon, Venus and Mars will be in conjunction. And this in the constellation of Libra :).

This will evoke a beautiful energy that will strengthen your intention more than a million times.

So Donna in order for the MotherBrotherhood to start rolling i repeat your last line:

Kindred Spirits to ALL!


Hello Desh, Mieke!

Desh, thank you.
Mieke, thank you, I am fine. No, Harpreet is a Scorpion, and this too is for the best, for, if he too were a Sagittarius, One would not have broken into two again (supersymetry would not have broken to say it in other words)for the beginning of the new cycle of at least our family lol! But interestingly, Harpreet's Son and my Grandson is again a Sagittarius! Perhaps Two will again become One at some suitable time in future to complete the cycle...

And interestingly again, my other son is a Libra lol. Should we take that from October 17th he is going to get the things moving in his way...Given his present position this really seems to be the case....

(Sorry Shekhar, these couple of comments became unintentionally personal...My son was just visiting me and as he was interested in you since long - in fact it was he who first mentioned you to me years back, he was then very enthusiastic about your way of making films - I just felt like showing him your blog...)

Harb, wish Navpreet good luck from me.

Shekhar, thanks for the universal title and content of your article, that has evoked such nice personal reactions :)

Stirring post.

Kudos to you for sharing with them. And double kudos to you for having the sensibilities to pay respects to Maa.

She's probably 10 times the woman than most of the ladies at the rich folks' party.

Visit with them again. They are your family too.

Hi Harb:

Good to see you around! Have missed you a lot and your wisdom.. Harpreet seems to use his "genes" quite well :-)

cheers,
desh
drishtikone.com

Through strands of recognition,
I curl my fingers tightly;
around the reign of fire
that burns,
deep within my soul's
tunneled fortress;
that finds itself buried
under cascading and creviced,
rounded walls;
down into the pit
of my heart-place;
where the sun
and the moon
dance, with Grace.

DDS: 17/04/2004
Love, North

HI Harb, great to see you post at IB!! Greetings to your son Harpreet, the Scorpio... hello! My son is a Scorpio as well(11/13)

Hello dear Mieke,
The pleasure of aquaintance is all mine.U have been quite a pleasant surprise for Dad who had his own apprehensions about his book and the 'cumbersome'(as per him) language and content therein for someone to understand it.Least of all did he expect,in this whole wide world,a dutch girl to not only understand it but translate it in her mother-tounge as well.Thanks for what U are.love.Harpreet.

Hello Desh,
Thanks.Cheers.
Harpreet.


Dear Shekhar,
Hello again

It crossed my mind to ask U if Ur observation of 'the Mother and her bachchas' was as ethically clinical as of a zoologist who does not interfere with the processes of Nature to save the prey from the predator. OR did U actually think of playing God and parting a few lacs of Ur well-earned crores to provide them with a decent shelter/hut away from the clutches of slum lords.
Is it not for people like us to strengthen the faith of people like Maa and her bacchas that- angels do visit the really good/humane at heart.Harpreet

Dear Donatella, Mieke & Harb,

Thanks for responding with kind words. When I narrated this incident to some friends & acquaintances in the industry, they laughed and said something which meant like, "tell us something we don't already know".

This experience has taught me an important lesson......that most awards are a farce. Henceforth, I will give as much importance to awards as I give to the dirt beneath my shoes.

Mieke,
As per my info, Venus will enter Libra on the 19th of Oct. Mercury and Jupiter are also there in Libra currently.

Harb,
Being a true Centaur, this incident will, ofcourse, put greater force in my arrows....don't worry.

Harpreet,
Welcome to IB.

Cheers!
Navin

Dear Navin,
I am sorry for your disappointment.
May you feel the embrace of understanding from this 'Maa'
~ Katie

Dear Shekhar,
A mother always knows her children. No matter the disguises. And, oh, we do wear so many ...

Hello to Harb,
It is nice to read your comments.
Harpreet, your Dad is amazing!
Mieke is too!

Love,
~ Kate

Harb: It appears that your son has inherited a considerable gift with words--I wonder that maybe you two will co-author some books together?! Dave

Hi North, Mieke, Navin, Desh, Kate, David!

Hi North, send my best wishes to your Scorpio son! I hope he converts the pains and pressures his mother had to bear into gold...In fact, this is how I envision the precious metals to form within the rocks...

Mieke, thank you, I have delivered your best wishes to Navpreet. Indeed, he seems to be on the verge of breaking some fresh ground regarding his business.

Navin, yes, the sooner one goes beyond the awards thing the better. The greatest reward one can receive is from oneself in the final recognition of Who He Really Is. Then even the Nobel awards being given fail to win his interest.

And thank you for welcoming Harpreet. He too may soon come to Bombay for a few days as he has been invited by Raj Babbar for work in Maharaja Ranjit Singh Serial after his name was recommended by Barry John. May be he will need your guidance/assistance in finding a suitable place to stay initially for a few days. I am sure you will be able to help him in some way.

Kate, thank you, but only amazing people themselves can find others amazing...Lots of love.

Desh, one needs to outgrow something to use that thing otherwise the thing rather uses one. Perhaps Harpreet is yet in the process of outgrowing the "genes" inherited by him, but I am sure that once he does that he will find those very genes quite helpful in achieving his life's goals.

David, thank you. Yes indeed Harpreet seems to be a gifted wordsmith. Perhaps he will bring my admitedly difficult book more nearer to the understanding of the general-reader/times while keeping its basic substance intact rather than we both writing a new one. May be he will add far more details too. But I dont feel like having the energy to write one more book, one has been enough for me. Perhaps some people are born to write only one book.

Harb

Hi Harpreet,

Thanks. The moment i read the excerpts of the book on your dad´s website, something resonated with a deep truth i felt inside and something greater than me took over i guess. I told your father i wanted to learn from him and believe me i did :).

Hi Navin,

You are probably right on the constellation in the Universe, after all, you are the expert lol.
I received this email about a cosmic trigger event occurring on October 17th. If you google it you receive some links to websites and newsgroups that talk about this.

To me it means that Libra seeks at this moment balance as well as return to beauty. With the state the world is in right now, this would indeed be a good day to meditate all over the world for harmony and peace. And since i am a Libra.... :)

Cheers to all and have a nice sunday.

Hello Kate,
Yeah thanks,He's amazing indeed.
Love.Harpreet.

Thanks Harb!! Lee is doing well in his first of three years of college. He says he may go onto university after college. I just pray he is able to make himself a good, decent life after graduation. It sure is strange and empty, not having my only child at home anymore. I hope you are doing well Harb....

Dear Shekhar,

Lots of us observe and experience similar settings in our lives but, we all move on without reflecting - it takes someone as insightful as yourself to transform such abstract emotions into words. And thats what makes you "Shekhar Kapur".

Best regards,

Sanam

Navin:

Sorry to hear about your experience with awards. All you need to know about awards and prizes is that - Mozart never won one!

Also, do you remember that speech from Dharmendra on his getting the Filmfare lifetime achievement award from Dilip Kumar? I cannot never forget that this machoman and star of movies like Satyakaam and Anupama and Sholay and Chupke Chupke did not get even ONE filmfare in his entire life for any movie!!

Well life is like that.

Girte hain maidaan-e-jung mein seh-sawar;
Wo kya girenge jo chalte hain ghutno ke bal?

(Only people galloping in the battlefield fall down;
Not those who crawl on their fours!)

Cheers,
Desh
Drishtikone.com

Wow, what beautiful lines dear Desh...

Did Dharmendra ultimately win the award? What did he say in his speech?

Hi Katie, Desh,

Thanks. Yeah Desh, Dharmendra is another true Centaur who perhaps never got his due recognition from the media and the various award organisors. To my mind, he is the most under-rated actor ever in Indian cinema. In personal life, it is hard to find a simpler and more guileless person than him. Perhaps, it was his lack of diplomacy that went against him when it came to handling the media and the awards ceremonies. But his popularity with the masses as well as the class audiences more than made up for the lack of awards. He remains THE actor I respect the most alongwith the late Balraj Sahni. It was quite a moment to see him finally getting the Lifetime achievement award from another giant Sagi, Dilip Kumar.

Thanks for the reminder.

Cheers!
Navin

Thanks, Harb! I dont know the original writer of these lines though.

Like Navin said Dharmendra finally got the Lifetime Achievement Award from Dilip Kumar. I think he was drunk that day and extremely emotional... was literally weeping.. and said that every year he used to come to the filmfare awards ceremony dressed at his best - he would get a new suit stitched each year.. hoping that this year may be the one.. but despite so many award winning movies where he thought he should have won..in at least one of these:
- Bandini
- Anupama
- Satyakaam
- Sholay
- Chupke-Chupke

...but he would go home empty handed. It was sad but I thought he was redeemed finally! And quite honestly.. real art really doesnt require awards to be great.. the people recognize greatness! Critics and the politicos may do their stuff.. but does that take away the brilliance of a great poem or a piece of painting? Just because an MF Hussain painting gets the highest price does not mean that he is the best... the real measure of greatness is that it lasts for centuries! Like the smile of Madhubala.... the romance of Raj Kapoor.. the pathos of Guru Dut.. the drunk eyes of Meena Kumari as Chhoti Bahu in Sahib Bibi aur Ghulam... etc.. timeless..

So.. dear Navin entire life is your canvas ... start using it! One day I am sure you will make it big.

cheers,
desh
drishtikone.com

A Mother:
Mellowed and Mighty,
Omnipresent and Omnipotent,
Tirless and Tenacious
Holistic and Heartfelt
Efficient and Endearing
Resourceful and Resilient.

A definition so sound and pure.....it can be only for 'MOTHER'

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    Thanks, Harb! I dont know the original writer

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    Hi Katie, Desh,

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    Wow, what beautiful lines dear Desh...

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