Thursday, 20 August 2020

 

 

The Year No One Wanted

 

This is the year no one wanted.

Homes turned to prisons.

Livelihoods, hated

Born as gilded dreams

 

 

This is the year we didn’t want.

It forced us

Think.

Of yesterday, today,

The

If, of tomorrow

 

The far distance of another day

Has never looked so close

So shadowed

Till today

 

(The photograph is of two children in Sungra, Kinnaur, Himachal 

Ⓒ Raaja Bhasin)

 

Friday, 19 June 2020


Galwan

Bugle, parade
Sharp creased trousers.
Honour.
A life. A bank account.

 Money to send back home
 For an old man, an old woman
A sister to be married,
A brother in school.

A flight, a truck, a posting.
Gun between my knees.
A name I’d never heard before.
But ours

A first.
Friends.  Brothers in arms,
A week; two.

My phone,
Clear screen, no connection.
A girl, some pay-cheques down,
Shallow waters by the Harmandir Sahib; the temple, the imam by the masjid, the SDM’s office.

We would marry.

June, my father, his white beard flowing
Sweat across his body
Hand on the wheel of an erratic tractor.

June, I, icy, freezing.
Nails on a cold rod.

One patrol.
Just one.

My father, his white beard flowing.
The boy from school.
His bag, his lunch box.
Me in a box.










Thursday, 14 May 2020

Partition (Again): To the ‘migrant labourer’.


Partition (Again):  To the ‘migrant labourer’.

Go,
Gather what you can in minutes
No, less.
Run,
For the last train, bus, lorry
Something that moves.
Walk,
For miles; days you must.

Take your life, your family, your dreams in a bundle.
This country has been divided.
The tarmac, the railway track is the line.

But we care,
We are watching you.
From a distance. Safe for us.

Don’t worry.
This will pass.
We will call you back.
When we need you again.
©Raaja Bhasin 2020

Sunday, 19 April 2020




We let things happen


We let things happen. It suited us to look the other way till it all slapped us in the face and locked our doors.

We let rivers die; we let forests shrink.

We let highways that were not required be built. We let thousands of  trees be cut. 

We complained among ourselves, but we did nothing about it.

We ignored the basics that humans must have and we let the poor become poorer still, for it suited us and gave us lifestyles we could not otherwise hold.

We ignored our rich natural, built and intangible heritage that had been built over millennia.

We are responsible for the way things are, because we let them happen.  

For worse, or if we choose, for better.

(The photograph is of the Rosa Brunonii, the Himalayan Musk Rose)

Wednesday, 8 April 2020





The Noisiest Spring

Past the blooming calla lilies
The struggling petunias of the garden 
Beyond iris flowered and gone

Fleabane on stone
Bergenia along still-dry moss.
Madness
Of red rhododendron in the woods.

Air-polished,
The distant snows shine.
The river water, as we are told,
Is clear,
Drinkable

A leopard, or was that two?
Wait for the lights to change.
A foursome of deer move
From the rough to the green.
A civet cat not seen
Sets out to examine the marketplace.

 We watch from our windows,

The noisiest spring of the century goes by.

© Raaja Bhasin 2020


Tuesday, 31 March 2020

Karma Corona


Karma Corona

On the eve of April Fools’ Day, 2020 this is my take on how things will change when the business of the Chinese Virus get’s over – let’s call it that, after all we do have Delhi-belly, German Measles and Spanish Flu.

I included, many of us men will emerge with first-time beards and hands that now know how to deal with soap, water and dirty dishes. The art of forced smiles and equally forced family conviviality will be another great acquisition of these weeks of quarantine. We have also had long and deep chats with the Man (or Woman) Upstairs. However, the cacophonies of birds that inhabit each individual’s attic have not really helped and we are sure our god will save us, while the other’s is dragging us on the path of doom.

Well, all this is nothing new.

When the two world wars ended, they taught us one basic thing about world affairs. That no matter how strong your military might, at the end of the day, the stronger economy would win the war, if not the occasional battle. This virus has taught us another thing, if the country’s health goes awry several other things do too and this is an insidious enemy. It creeps up stealthily and can drag you under.    

In our country, this is what I think will happen:

In the short term -
The obvious: many businesses will take ages to recover and many will simply go under. The leisure industry (tourism, event, hospitality) will be among the worst hit.
Not so obvious: Polarities in the country will sharpen. Minorities will be further isolated and the rich-poor, urban-rural divide will accentuate.
Hardly looked at: It will give rise to a new movement in the arts.  Theatre, film, poetry, painting  will find a fairly distinct genre.

In the longer term –

The economy will recover, but the polarities that have developed, will remain. The migration that made thousands and thousands leave cities, will see a return migration. Their villages cannot feed them, which is why they had left in the first place. They will continue having to depend on those who care nothing for them except the services that they provide and yet, on whom they are dependent for their livelihoods and existence.  

The role of the government will become even more overreaching. the monitoring and control mechanisms set in place during these times, will not be dismantled in a hurry - if at all.  

The nineteenth century British Prime Minister, Benjamin Disraeli had spoken of the two nations of England – the rich and the poor. He said: Two nations between whom there is no intercourse and no sympathy; who are as ignorant of each other’s habits, thoughts, and feelings, as if they were dwellers in different zones, or inhabitants of different planets. The rich and the poor.

This, more than ever, is applicable to our country – or should I say, the several nations that make our country.  

Across the world – this may well mark the end of physical globalisation as we have known over the past couple of decades. Countries will tighten their borders and turn more inwards. Unfortunately, that is the opposite of what should be done - more than ever we need to co-operate and share information. 

And as for China, it shall bash on regardless – the economy is too big, centralised and they couldn’t care less.

As I said, this is written on the 31st March, 2020. It is April Fools’ Day or All Fools’ Day tomorrow. We still don’t know of its origin. Among the many stories told of its basis, most place this to the time when the Julian calendar that started the year on the 1st April, around the time of the Spring Equinox, moved to the Gregorian calendar that began the year on the 1st January.

This left quite a few celebrating a ‘new year’ when there was none.