HAIL ANNA HAZARE: JIYO INDIAN CORRUPTION
Posted on | September 12, 2011 | Comments Off
This is not an essay on corruption. This is story time. Since I would require writing few thousand stories to present the panorama as to why corruption would be perpetuated in India, I have only depicted the journey of Munnalal of village Kanakhali in eastern Bihar. If you like this I will narrate few more stories involving aam aadmi.
I had earlier written an essay: Indian Corruption beyond Anna Hazare (April 12, 2011) not with a view to belittle him, but to highlight that Indian corruption perhaps, runs through genes. In that essay I had presented nearly all available data regarding India’s standing in the committee of nations in corruption rating. I request the readers to browse through that easy in this portal.
We hail Anna Hazare for his moral strength, conviction and dedication to the mission of fighting corruption in various walks of life and governing system of our republic. He is the third Indian leader who has had succeeded in galvanizing the grassroots for building up spontaneous mass movements. M. K. Gandhi had rescued the Congress’ nationalist movement from the elites and provincial leaders and connecting with the vast masses (mostly Hindus). His weapons of satyagrah and fasting were unique to India, though most of his satyagrah movements had taken violent turn, which was beyond his control.
The other national leaders who succeeded in connecting with the people during the independence movements were Subhas Chandra Bose (secular-all segments of people) and Mohammad Ali Jinnah (only Muslims). Subhas had chosen, following Bengal’s tradition of armed struggle against the British, the path of international geopolitical power conflicts to join the enemies of Britain for frontal war against the British empire. He failed because of frequent changes in warfront alliances and fortunes. The Congress and Communists at home also betrayed him by collaborating with the British.
Jinnah’s movement was backed by vast majority of Muslims (a finger-full remaining with Congress) and his collaboration with the British had made him achieve what he wanted for himself: a country to rule; a home for the subcontinental Muslims.
Gandhi, despite his unique sacrifices and moral fads did not succeed in achieving his goal: independence to a united India, in which Indians of all faiths, cultures and languages could live together unitedly. The saint had not realized that India was/is a country where even before and after partition people of various faiths lived together separately. He did not aspire to be the king of India; though, ironically, his mausoleum is called Raj Ghat. But his closest followers like Nehru, Patel, Rajendra Prasad etc aspired to walk into the shoes of the British when they were ready to escape from India. Disillusioned and devastated Gandhi was not in Delhi on August 15th when Nehru made the midnight declaration of tryst of destiny. Over the remains of a British dynasty Nehru established his own dynasty with tacit approval of Gandhi. Gandhi was helplessly sitting, fasting and weeping with hundreds of dead bodies of communal carnages in a slum area of Kolkata.
Gandhiji generally attributed corruption to the centralized governance policy of the British and their protégés in the Princely States. His idea was that with swaraj the people would abandon the slavish habits of surviving by bribing. Nehru, the new king and founder of a new dynastic rule had loudly declared in the parliament that he would hang the corrupt people by the next lamppost. He never found a lamppost; and his dynastic successors had also gone light-blind and did not see any lamppost. Under them, slavish corrupt Indians continued to be corrupt and turned to worst type of corruption, as the political dispensation and the governing systems encouraged corruption and thrived on the juices drawn from the emaciated, hungry and deprived Indians.
I should share two small hitopodesh I received as a child of 12 and a youth of 25. Way back in 1956 I was cycling back home at 5.30 pm from soccer ground. In front of the police station a fat bellied havaldar stopped me with a long baton. He enquired about light in my cycle. There was daylight in the June evening. I had the audacity to say that the Sun was not yet down. He shouted at me and said it was he, who would decide when the Sun would set and rise. He threatened me with a chalan if I did not pay Rs. 2.00. I did not. Got a chalan and had to appear in a court to pay Rs. 5.00 as fine.
On my 25th year I joined the All India services. Following mother’s wish I visited my eldest aunt to get her blessings. She was surprised to see me with a box of sweet. She asked: what service was it? Could be Audit & Accounts or police, I replied. So you have become a Daroga? No aunt, little bigger. Do you have upri income? Probably not. The lady was highly annoyed and said: You are not a Daroga and don’t have Upri. What bloody job is that? Job without Upri income is just majdoori. She flattened my ego. I did not like the comment. Now I realize what the wise lady had said when I opted for police with the foolish intention of reforming it.
As ASP in Naxalbari in 1965, I received a complaint that my Additional SP had purchased gold worth 20,000 from Nepal through a subinspector. But did not pay. Later as SDPO Kalimpong I received complaint that the Additional had given a lavish party to Dilip Kumar, Saira Bano etc in a hotel costing Rs. 12,000. The Officer in Charge had to pay. I dared him by taking the complaint to the SP, an honest gentleman. He forced the Additional to pay up. I was threatened by the Additional that he would spoil my ACR. He could not write one.
When in IB and posted in the northeast I noticed a colleague was forging letters purportedly written by A. Z. Phizo from London and taking Rs. 5000.00 per letter. After some research I discovered that my colleague was forging the documents borrowing known information and data. Boss was made wiser and my colleague was posted out.
These are few instances of Indian corruption. But I must acquaint you with the experiences of some of my friends living in rural India, urban slums and urban middle class societies, if you have the patience of reading real-life thrillers.
Friend Munnalal lived in village Kanakhali in eastern Bihar. He owned two bighas of land, two cows, two buffalo, had a wife and three kids. In off season he made baskets with split bamboos and sold in the market. In 2008 flood he lost two cows and his home. Flood sand had covered his land and he did not have the money to rebuild his shack and remove the sands from his field. Munna approached the gramsabha. The pradhan had received some fund for relief works in his village. After several visits, the pradhan offered Rs. 30.00 to Munna and took a thumb impression on a receipt of Rs. 300.00. The money was well spent for daily needs that lasted for a few days.
Munna was advised to approach the Panchyat Pradhan to help him with a certificate that he had lost his cattle, home and land in the flood. The PP demanded bhet (graft) of Rs. 50.00. Munna sold the nathni (nose ring) of his wife and borrowed Rs 30.00 from the sahukar (loan shark) and paid the PP. After obtaining the certificate Munna visited the BDO’s (Block Development Officer) office and after paying Rs. 5.00 bhet to the chaprasi reached the BDO after seven days. Mahamahim (His greatness) BDO examined the documents and jotted down on a paper that Munna could get Rs. 5000.00 from Rajiv Gandhi Gramin Griha Nirman Yojana (rural house building scheme), but his name was in the waitlist. He should come after three months. As he emerged out of the office the chaprasi caught him. He advised that grant could not be availed without spending some bhet. To whom? Simple arithmetic, the Chaprasi declared. The bhet should be offered at several levels. Rs. 1000.00 for him, Rs. 1000.00 for the baboo and Rs. 1000.00 for the sahib. You agree to pay and I would get your grant in three days. Munna calculated in his fingers and concluded that he would be left with only Rs. 2000.00. How could he build a shack with that amount? Out of Rs. 2000.00 he would have to pay Rs. 30 + 20 as interest to the Sahuhar. He would have to pay Rs. 200.00 to an affluent neighbor with whom he had pawned his buffalos. He would have to bear the expenses of visiting the nearby dispensary at a distance of 5 km to get some medicine for his daughter suffering from malaria. That would cost him nearly Rs. 300.00. He would be left with only Rs. 1000.00 for rebuilding his home. Munna decided to avail of the grant, live under plastic sheets and decided to spend at least Rs. 150.00 to remove the sand cover from his field. There ended the story of Rajiv Gandhi Gramin Griha Nirman Yojana.
Munna retrieved his land after two months hard labor. In late June he decided to plant paddy. He borrowed Rs. 300.00 from the mahajan @ 50% annual interest. Munna hoped with a good harvest he could pay back the loan and have enough grain for the family. He purchased seeds and some fertilizer with the borrowed money and irrigated the land by drawing water from a well. That year monsoon failed in Kanakhali and surrounding areas. Feet long paddy plants did not survive despite irrigating through well water. The well also nearly dried up in late August. The earth cracked, the plants wilted and Munna was back to where he was, burdened with extra loans. The mahajan of Kanakhali, Ravidas impounded the land of Munna for failing to pay back the loan amount and the interest. Thus, Munna had no roof on his head, his buffalos were gone and his land was impounded by mahajan Ravidas. He was on the streets with his wife and three kids. He pitched a tent under a mango tree outside the village.
Some neighbor advised him and his wife Kamla to visit the school ground of next village Sitapur to hear the big minister from Delhi visiting their area in a flying bird (helicopter). Few thousand villagers had assembled near the school ground of Sitapur Raja Vikarm Singh Higher Secondary School. Helicopter seemed like a heavenly bird to the villagers. As the rotor blades churned air with sounds the villagers looked up. From a tiny dot it gradually materialized to a flying machine bird and landed in a specially prepared helipad, which was surrounded by a posse of armed policemen. Over one thousand policemen were deployed in and around the ground. The big minister from Delhi stepped out from the chopper. With a well starched pajama and a white kurta and a heedful of pepper-salt long hairs he looked like a film star from Mumbai. He was escorted to the podium by local MP Sangram Singh, the district collector, SP and a minister in the state government, Jagvilas Paswan.
The minister from Delhi looked around and was nauseated by the dark mass of crowd clothed in some bare cloths and most having no upper apparel on their bodies. They were stinking. His nausea was partly removed when a group of nicely dressed school girls performed a dance and sang a few eulogia songs. Sangram Singh and Jagvilas Paswan announced on the microphone: Dearest villagers. Our honorable minister has come all the way from Delhi to remove your poverty. Now onwards you will not have any problem with your two square meals, roof on your heads, drinking water, irrigation water, medical care and schools. You will have enough clothes for your women. Wait, the minister has some special declarations to make.
The honorable minister Sanchar Nigam started with a eulogistic speech praising Mahatma Gandhi, Pandit Nehru, Indira Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi, Rahul Gandhi and said that the legacy of Gandhi-Nehru-Gandhi was the most valuable contribution of Gandhiji. He had driven out the British Raj and had handed over India to Nehru-Gandhi Raj. From 1920 onwards the Gandhi forces fought the British and the Gandhi family was still committed to fight for the improvement of the poorest of the poor in the country. He elaborated on several Yojanas (schemes) adopted for the rural poor by the Gandhi Raj; named after Indira Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi, and other Gandis of the Gandhi Royal family. NREGA, Sampoorn Gramin Rozgar Yojana, National Food for Work Yojana, Swarna Jayanti Gram Rozgar Yojana, National Service and Assistance Programme, Diksha, PURA, Bharat Nirman, Pradhan Mantri Gram Sadak Yojana, Rural Housing, Rural Water Supply Programme, Central Rural sanitation Scheme, Indira Awas Yojana and Priyanka Priyadarshini Balika Yojana etc. He asked the villagers to wait for Sonia Kanya Vivah Yojana. Sonia Ammaji will grant Rs. 10,000 for each daughter’s marriage. Rahul Siksha Yojana will provide free schooling in all villages. Nehru Swayatha Rakhsha Yojana would give free medical care to each villager. All these Yojanas were being implemented to lift up the rural people to the level of people living in Delhi, Hilli and other big cities. Garibi (poverty) would vanish in the air. People would be able to bathe in milk and eat cakes, sausages and pizzas. Children would go to school; girls would be married out at government cost. Gandhi Raj would usher in Swarg Raj.
The minister’s speech pumped in some fresh hope in Munna and Kamla’s minds. On advice from some neighbors they went to the BDO office, stood on queue for 5 hours and enrolled in the NREGA scheme, which ensured 100 days work in a year. Kamla opted to join the Sampoorn Gramin Rozgar Yojana. Munna was directed to meet the field officer who supervised NREGA in his area. Vishal Yadav, the supervisor, noted down the details of Munna, checked his muster roll and shouted back. Munna was a cheat. He was already enrolled as a NREGA beneficiary and was drawing Rs. 300.00 per month for last one year. It was news to Munna. Yadav showed him the list and left thumb impression as proof. Munna, he said, would be handed over to police for cheating the government. Munna was illiterate and he was not aware of uniqueness of finger prints of different people. Mere threat of calling the police sent Munna urinating in his tattered dhoti.
“Hujur mai baap,” Munna begged, “Sher ko bolana cahte hai to bola lijiye. Police mat bulaiye. Galti muaf ho sarkar” (You are my father and mother. If you want to call a tiger, please do. Don’t call the police. Pardon my mistake.)
Munna was not aware that Yadav and his higher formations had employed 5000 villagers from the constituency of Thakur Sangram Singh. For five thousand people Sangram managed to get Rs. 15 lakhs per year. Out of those only 500 supporters of Sangram and few lackeys of the district and block officials were paid for 100 days in a year. Rest of the master roll was faked and the allotted amount was divided amongst Sangram, the officials and local self government representatives.
“Fine. I can give you a job in Swarn Jayanti Gramin Rozgar Yojana.” Yadav offered him another hope. He explained that Munna would have to work for three months in a year in road construction and canal digging works. He would be paid Rs. 1,500 for the job. Out of that he would have to pay 1000 to him, panchayet pradhan, sahkari samiti (cooperative body) as their share. He could take rest 500. Yadav explained that if he worked one full year he could earn Rs. 2000. Rest Rs. 4000 he would have to pay as taxes to the providers. He simplified the matter by explaining that to please the gods people offered flowers, sweets and other costly items. Like gods these money suppliers were very important. It was a give and take situation as it was prescribed in Hindu dharma. Munna was convinced and enrolled as a privileged worker in the SJGRY, locally pronounced Segi Rai.
Kamla had a different experience with the Sampoorn Gramin Rozgar Yojana (SGRY), locally pronounced swargy (divine). Panchayet pradhan Budhan Kewat was surrounded by a group of women seeking SGRY employment. Budhan explained that they would have to work in some local spinning mills, dyeing the threads and handing the same back to the spinning mill manager. They would work all seven days a week and would be paid Rs. 300 per week. Monthly income would be Rs. 1200. Out of that 700 hundred would have to be returned back to the pradhan as work guarantee money. Once they left the job they would be given back the guarantee money. If they were ready they should put thumb impression on a paper against their names. Kamla, like other women in the group, signed up. Both Munna and Kamla expected to earn a neat income of Rs. 8000 to 10000 in a year. That would cover up the cost of atta, some lentil, salt, chili and onion. They could also invest some money to maintain a buffalo. Once the kids grew up to eight years or so they could also be pressed into the services of affluent villagers. Sitting under the shade of their plastic tent Munna and Kamla calculated that in another few years they could pay back the mahajan and get their land back, cultivate and grow some grains. He could purchase a dhoti and a sari for Kamla from the local haat (market) in another six months. It should be possible to purchase a frock for the daughter and two knickers for sons, who roamed about with makeshift langotis.
Munna’s problem was compounded when one evening Kamla did not return home from the spinning mill. Munna visited Budhan Kewat and enquired of his wife’s whereabouts.
“Have I taken contract for your wife? Look at my attendance register. She came in the morning and left at about four. I’m not a cowherd to run after cows like Kamla.” Budhan rebuffed Munna and threw him out.
Kamla had another tryst with destiny. About 30 years old Kamla was known in Kanakhali area as a beautiful lady. In happier days she used to wear a choli and blouse and cotton saris. Her oiled and groomed hairs were shining. Her youth was attractive. Even in these days of drudgery and poverty she had not lost her luster. Budhan had allured Kamla to the residence of the mill manager and advised her to do some domestic work if she wanted to retain her job. That night manager Chotelal Kurmi ravished Kamla and left her only in the morning. Worried Munna and the children had spent the night under the mango tree. Kamla did not share with her husband that she was raped by manager Chotelal. She silently prepared some roti and locally collected green leaves with salt and chili. The kids went to sleep.
Kamla shared the tragedy of being raped. She told Munna that earning a living in the village was impossible for poor people like them. Flood and drought were their constant companions. The Yojanas were meant for sahibs, baboos and pradhans. They should better go to the sahar (town) for earning some living. Munna had no idea about a sahar. Kolkata and Patna were big cities. But what would they do there?
“Look at Mahavir. He was like us in Kanakhali. He went to Delhi. Now he is a rich man. He is constructing a brick house in the village. His kids in Delhi go to school.”
“Should we ask him?” Munna was yet undecided.
Kamla pushed him. Mahavir was in the village. He advised them to come to Delhi. He would arrange some jobs for them and a jhuggi to stay with monthly rental of Rs. 300. One fine morning Munna, Kamla and the children went to nearby station Sitapur and boarded a train for Delhi with only Rs 100.00 in their kitty.
Mahavir rented one of the 500 jhuggis to Munna, set up by him on government land in an east Delhi locality. Mahavir had to pay Rs. 600.00 to MCD officials, Rs. 400.00 to electric company and Rs. 400.00 to Jal Board supervisor for maintaining his jhuggi cluster. In addition he charged Rs. 20.00 per family for the Sulabh Sauchalaya facility set up in the cluster. In fact, Mahavir was a landlord, who purchased all services from government officials to run his empire. However, he could not provide an instant job for Munna. Again Mahavir came to his rescue. He offered a rickshaw pulling job to Munna. He was required to take out a cycle rickshaw out of 300 owned by Mahavir, all parked overnight on PWD roadside. For the parking space he had to pay Rs. 500.00 to the havaldar of the area and Rs. 500.00 to the PWD supervisor. At the end of the day Munna had to deposit the rickshaw and pay Rs. 40.00 in cash to Mahavir. Hardworking Munna earned about 200.00 per day.
Kamla started with cleaning and washing job in nearby apartment blocks. For three hours she charged Rs. 400.00. Her monthly income was about Rs. 1,500.00. Gradually Munna and Kamla dreamt of sending their kids in a local primary school. The Headmaster interviewed Munna, Kamla and the children. He demanded Rs. 2000.00 for admitting the three kids. After acute bargaining they settled on Rs. 1000.00. Munna and Kamla paid up and purchased the dress and school bags after cutting corners and reducing some kitchen items.
That was not the end of Munna’s tryst with the law and procedure enforcers. One evening a police constable cornered Munna and asked him for identity card. What was that? Prove that you are not Bangladeshi. How to do that? Do you have a ration card? Do you have a voter ID card? Do you have a MCD token number for plying a rickshaw? Huzoor mai baap, how does one get all that? The constable forced out a gratis of Rs. 20.00 and asked Munna to approach Mahavir.
Mahavir scratched his head and said that all these documents could be obtained in seven days. But Munna would have to spend Rs. 500.00 for the ration baboo, Rs. 200.00 for the PDS owner, Rs. 200.00 for MCD token and Rs. 400.00 for the voter ID card. By spending Rs. 1300.00 Munna could prove his legal existence as an Indian. Mahavir was sympathetic to his village pal. He agreed to realize the amount in three installments. An employee of Mahavir took Munna and Kamla to different offices and spent some money on ‘chai-pani’ of the baboos and finally they became proud possessors of identity proof and the right to draw ration from the PDS and plying a rickshaw. Munna’s neighbor was Abdul Naskar, a Bangladeshi national. Mahavir had performed the same trick in his case too. Naskar was turned to a proud Indian citizen.
After about eight months a Congress leader accompanied by the municipal councilor and local leaders was ushered in by a huge gathering organized by Mahavir. He directed all the jhuggi dwellers to enroll as his party members and vote for him in the next election. He promised to construct drainage system, brick paved lanes and Jal Board drinking water pipe to the jhuggi cluster. On his direction an employee of the municipality affixed identity plates before every jhuggi and promised them 70 sft lands in a new development area for construction of their own homes. The municipality issued token cards to each jhuggi dweller. That would be the basis for claiming land in the new location, when offered.
Mahavir acted very fast. He collected all the tokens from jhuggi dwellers like Munna for safe custody and liaising with DDA baboos. Surreptitiously he contacted a builder, Bharat Sundar and sold the tokens to him. His formula was simple. He would take from the builders Rs. 2. 5 lakh for each plot and the jhuggi dwellers would be given only Rs. 5000.00 as compensation. They were advised to visit the DDA office to enroll for the promised plots. The DDA baboo demanded Rs. 500.00 from each jhuggi dweller for registering their names. He pumped in some hope that they would soon be eligible for land allotment.
The election fever also inspired Munna to mobilize voters for the Congress leader. He won with a comfortable majority with support of about 30,000 jhuggi dwellers, 50,000 Bangladeshis and etc votes. After a few weeks of celebration, a DDA official visited the jhuggi clusters and announced that the unauthorized juggis would be demolished in four weeks time. The dwellers, having valid token and names registered with the DDA would be allotted land at Zundli phase III. Mahavir also delivered a lecture that he would invite top leaders to prevent demolition. He even arranged a rally headed by a retired union minister who declared that the demolishing forces would have to walk over his body. Finally, DDA demolition bulldozers started demolishing the jhuggis and the residents were thrown out. Mahavir turned out with a crowd, but they were driven away by armed Rapid Action Force personnel.
Someone, from an opposition party, gathered the dislodged Jhuggi dwellers and organized a demonstration before the Deputy Director of the DDA. He heard a delegation of the uprooted jhuggi dwellers and finally disclosed that these unauthorized land grabbers were not entitled to have land at Zundli phase III. These cheats had already sold their jhuggis and lands to a builder called Bharat Sundar.
They all turned to Mahavir. He expressed helplessness. The jhuggi dwellers had sold their tokens to Bharat Sundar for consideration money of 70,000 per jhuggi. However, he was not a cruel person. He paid Rs. 5000.00 in cash to each of the former jhuggi dwellers.
Bharat Sundar paid Rs. 20 lakhs to DDA, Rs. 20 lakhs to MCD and Rs. 10 lakh to police and floated Indira Gandhi Awas Yojana at Zondli phase III. He constructed 400 apartments on the land earmarked for allotment to the jhuggi dwellers and sold each flat for Rs. 45 lakhs.
Mahavir constructed another three storied 30 roomed building at Rajiv Gandhi Nagar and rented out each room for Rs. 3000.00 per month.
Munna again turned to Mahavir:
Mahabir bhaiya, where should we go?
Don’t worry Munna. I am here to protect people like you. I have constructed 300 new jhuggis on the Jamuna flood-basin land. Out of Rs. 5000.00 I paid you, you pay me only 2000.00. It is a special consideration, because we are from the same village. For others I’ll charge Rs. 4000.00.
How is that place?
Fine, open space, Jamuna water near you. And in spare time you can grow vegetables and sell in the market.
Munna had changed. He understood the entire charade of Mahavir. Only relief was that in the village the mahajan exploited him and the mill owner raped his wife. City brought a big change in him. The debauchery of the system was unfolded to him after he was cheated several times.
On a day in mid August Munna and few others like him picked up small national flags and went to Ramlila ground to offer satyagrah on the call of Anna Hazare. Finally he realized what corruption meant.
He had an opportunity to ask Anna: Anna Bapu Lokpal se corruption khatm ho jayega?
Ummid rakho aur larte raho. Mashal jal utha, abhi nahi nivega. Main to tumhe larne sikhna chahta hu. Ees andherako hatao. Roshni ekdin aayegi.
Mahavir visited the Jamuna jhuggi clusters with a gang of five.
Hai Munna tu neta ban gaya?
Nahi bhaiya. Main khetihar majdoor se rikshawala ban gaya, aur larne sikha. Hamare iha mat aao. Lathi hamare ghar me bhi hai.
Mahavir retreated.
What would happen to him if people like Munna start shouting against corruption with a national flag in hand? He called on the Congress MP.
Mahavir, forget these rats, said the MP. They will shout for a few days, but we will continue to rule. This royal family cannot be displaced by a donkey called Anna. I have decided to give you a ticket in the next municipal election. Start campaigning now. Election is our strength. Right from municipal council to sansad we will have our royal sovereignty on the nation. Why worry? People like Anna and Munna can be tackled by police, income tax, enforcement directorate, criminal cases, slander campaign and communal riots. If Munna and others trouble much pay the Bangladeshis to start communal riot. We will send police to evict people like Munna and flood the Jamuna flood basin by releasing extra water from Haryana. You can get some banya tran (flood relief) tents constructed on the road bunds with Delhi government help, and earn gratitude of the flood affected people. Yeh sale, humse banchke jayega kaha?
Mahavir was reassured. The royal family was there to protect him. He took out a procession near the residence of the royal family and shouted slogans wishing: jug jug jiyo maharani.
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Niraj Kumar
February 22, 2012 at 5:51 pm Subhashis Das This is really interesting the Sriyantra part...the golden mean part.. that's very interesting. I need to direct my studies to the yantras as well. Thank you for your insight on the manifestation from anuswar to the visarga.i presume this has something to do with Ma Kali deemed as the adi varna as she wears 51 heads symbol of the same number of alphabets with the lower left hand holding (perhaps) the visarga.when she is the explosive form of the primeval energy and the Shiva as the inactive one. In Bengal many such Dakshna kali with her Dakshin leg protruded has her Shiva made pregnant.
February 23, 2012 at 7:32 am
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Lord Shiva is the most influential character in my life. He is simple, loving, caring, bold, vast and creator of the universe and destroyer of all bad things.
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Niraj Kumar Dhatura's bisexuality was ot known to me. Thanks for this lovely information, Dada. And I fully agree with you that fertility cult was widely prevalent in pre-Brahmana period. the cult of yaksha and nagas( former closely related with the boon of child) was appropriated by both orthodox Brahmins and heterodox Shramana like buddha, Jina for popular acceptance. I am onto tracing the genealogy in a coming piece. pi has a very important significance in sacred geometry across the world. but, for the triad/triangle shape,I will posit for the structural homology with the generative organ of the fertile women. ANOTHER WAY IS TO THINK is THAT EVERY DRAWING presuppose putting up dot. When single dot, become many(two)-see the journey from anusvar to visarga; potency to manifestation). Linking the single dot with two dots form the first shape, Triangle which contains the signification of manifestation of the universe. Interestingly, in the Sriyantra, the largest triangle has side ratio in proportion of godlen mean, phi, which is also found in the pyramid. The correlation between these constants in sacred geometry itself will be a fascination studies. thanks again for illuminating us with forceful insights, Subhashis Das Dada.
February 23, 2012 at 5:52 am