You were amongst those six; un chhay main tum bhi shamil thay: Swaang Songs January 5, 2013 This song in memory of the unknown citizen is produced by Swaang, a Bombay based cultural group, whose members include actors, writers, music directors, musicians and producers “all in the grips of the market-driven Bombay film industry, but whose hearts continue to pull towards progressive politics!” Composer – Rohit Sharma Lyrics – Ravinder Randhawa Singers – Rohit Sharma, Pankaj Badra, Pinky Narration – Pravishi Das, Ravinder Randhawa English translation of ‘Maa Nee Meri’ Mixed in every morsel, What was that chant you kept repeating? In the garb of concern and worry, Why was fear the only virtue I learnt of your teaching? Mother, I will not fear Mother, I will not become you. Drown! I shall drown, but not succumb into swimming with the tide; Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk, Slipper in hand, I shall stand! Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk, Drown! I shall drown, but not succumb into swimming with the tide; Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk Mother, I will not fear Mother, I will not become you. This is not the doing of cities, This was committed neither by the Day nor the Night, This is not the doing of lonely desolate streets, Neither are windows and curtains guilty of this crime, The length of garments are not responsible, This is neither the doing of men, nor impotents.. You were amongst those six, This is the doing of well wishers Mother, I will not fear Mother, I will not become you. Father, this is your doing. Every time you said to me, My child, come home soon, What was it you feared would be? I am luggage, I will be stolen, I began to feel that day.. It was you who gave them the audacity, Every time you reprimanded me that way.. They who fear and run from Dogs Are chased and bitten in the flesh, But stand your ground and look the in the eye, And watch them slink away, tail between thigh.. You were amongst those six, This is the doing of well wishers Your religion, even your God fears them, Perhaps that is why he sounds like them, “Woman is dwarf-like and weak, Looks best sitting at home, pretty and meek.” The priest, the cleric, the monk, the ascetic, May have showered this world with their blessings, But my forehead will not bow to them. I will die, but not come to you. God! I will not come to you! Drown! I shall drown, but not succumb into swimming with the tide; Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk, Slipper in hand, I shall stand! Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk, Mother, I will not fear Mother, I will not become you. Policeman! This is your doing Your thoughts are identical to theirs In the drawstrings of your pants camp typical male airs, “If you value your honour, stay at home” You sing along to their tune Your well fed tummy stands tall on boots, Tightly laced by crime and to injustice immune. What hope can one have of you, When he the head and you shoulder To live fearlessly on your guarantee is to gamble our lives and throw it over the boulder.. Your assertions of authority betray your hidden tail, And you wear in your neck the politician’s khadi collar! You were amongst those six, This is the doing of well wishers This is your doing Politician, O leader of men.. All those six were members of your creed 2002 and 1992 saw you too pull at salwars in lusty greed And when in 1984 that ‘great’ tree fell You too were a bloodsucking leech in those shadows of hell Your hands have fed grain to them They are mere glimpses of your sins You are all made from the same clay These are your comrades and brethren. Make the crocodile your symbol, your flag For these are the monsters you’ve fathered, and they wear your name tag.. You were amongst those six, This is the doing of well wishers I heard once that my land was free, Why then should I remain a slave? I never dreamt of Prince Charming, I never wanted to be Queen of his enclave.. Mother of mine! You poor doll of clay.. I will not remain a mute sculpture, not even today! Slipper in hand, I shall stand! Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk, Drown! I shall drown, but not succumb into swimming with the tide; Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk, And you who surround me now concerned Keep at it! Each time there occurs an ‘incident’ Discuss, debate, analyse Build mountains of argument When you suffer a crime It is a question of ‘life’ When I am attacked Why is the question of ‘honour’ rife? This is a battle to be equal To be counted as one who is Alive Hide not this searing burning wound In a two and a half inch hole, between the legs inside. Look Mother! Look how I fought I was one, they were six But afraid I was not Every time they touched me, I bit, I bit I fought, I fought and till they tired I hit I spat! I spat upon their faces I spat! I spat like they were shit Mother, I will not fear Mother, I will not become you. Mother, I will not fear Proud of myself am I I rendered them helpless and returned, I did not sigh I returned to laugh! To laugh without a care I returned to settle, to prosper, to live, to dare..
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 21:34:02 +0000
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