Anuj Lugun Received Bharat Bhushan Award

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When we read the Hindi poem “Aghoshit Ulagulaana” by young Jharkhandi poet Anuj Lugun, we could not hold back our tears. These were tears of happiness on the excellent quality of the poem with a tinge of sadness on the plights of Adivasis.  A young man in his twenties has shown remarkable maturity to weave magic with the words, to come out with an insightful poem that tells the contemporary story of Adivasis; long forgotten by the big and powerful people who holds the reign of our state Jharkhand and those who rule our country India.

As we read the following poem, the amazing collection of thoughts, we could instantly feel the hurt, anger, pain and helplessness felt by large sections of Adivasis.




अल सुबह दान्डू का काफ़िला
रुख़ करता है शहर की ओर
और साँझ ढले वापस आता है
परिन्दों के झुण्ड-सा,





अजनबीयत लिए शुरू होता है दिन
और कटती है रात
अधूरे सनसनीखेज क़िस्सों के साथ
कंक्रीट से दबी पगडंडी की तरह
दबी रह जाती है
जीवन की पदचाप
बिल्कुल मौन !




वे जो शिकार खेला करते थे निश्चिंत
ज़हर-बुझे तीर से
या खेलते थे
रक्त-रंजित होली
अपने स्वत्व की आँच से
खेलते हैं शहर के
कंक्रीटीय जंगल में
जीवन बचाने का खेल




शिकारी शिकार बने फिर रहे हैं
शहर में
अघोषित उलगुलान में
लड़ रहे हैं जंगल




लड़ रहे हैं ये
नक्शे में घटते अपने घनत्व के खिलाफ़
जनगणना में घटती संख्या के खिलाफ़
गुफ़ाओं की तरह टूटती
अपनी ही जिजीविषा के खिलाफ़






इनमें भी वही आक्रोशित हैं
जो या तो अभावग्रस्त हैं
या तनावग्रस्त हैं
बाकी तटस्थ हैं
या लूट में शामिल हैं
मंत्री जी की तरह
जो आदिवासीयत का राग भूल गए
रेमण्ड का सूट पहनने के बाद






कोई नहीं बोलता इनके हालात पर
कोई नहीं बोलता जंगलों के कटने पर
पहाड़ों के टूटने पर
नदियों के सूखने पर
ट्रेन की पटरी पर पड़ी
तुरिया की लवारिस लाश पर
कोई कुछ नहीं बोलता





बोलते हैं बोलने वाले
केवल सियासत की गलियों में
आरक्षण के नाम पर
बोलते हैं लोग केवल
उनके धर्मांतरण पर
चिंता है उन्हें
उनके ‘हिन्दू’ या ‘ईसाई’ हो जाने की




यह चिंता नहीं कि
रोज कंक्रीट के ओखल में
पिसते हैं उनके तलबे
और लोहे की ढेंकी में
कूटती है उनकी आत्मा


बोलते हैं लोग केवल बोलने के लिए।




लड़ रहे हैं आदिवासी
अघोषित उलगुलान में
कट रहे हैं वृक्ष
माफियाओं की कुल्हाड़ी से और
बढ़ रहे हैं कंक्रीटों के जंगल



दान्डू जाए तो कहाँ जाए
कटते जंगल में
या बढ़ते जंगल में

For the assistance of those who would like to understand the pain of Adivasis hidden behind the maze of words, we would very humbly try to look beneath the surface to look for the hidden meaning. This is being attempted, with our sincere apologies to Anuj, a brother and fellow Jharkhandi.


Deciphering Aghoshit Ulagulaana

I. Every morning, the large groups of long forgotten marginalized Adivasis from nearby villages, the daily-wage earners, the labour-class (we also call them Reza – female and Coolie– male) come to Cities / Urban centres to earn their daily living, so that they can keep their kitchen going. They are compelled by circumstances to work in unorganized sectors under the most exploitative conditions. After another of those back-breaking day long labour work, they return to their villages before nightfall, just like flock of birds; only to come back next day. This is punishing schedule, day-in, day-out.
II. The Adivasis’ daily struggle and miseries remain untold stories. Many of us, the people hardly ever notice them; they remain invisible, silent, distant and complete strangers, unless we need their services for us. This has been going on since 1947, when our country and countrymen supposedly got independence from the exploitative colonial regime. But is it reality?
III. In the distant past, Adivasis belonging to the agriculturist and hunting communities, they used to live in their self-governed rural habitats. In that era, Adivasis like a true, confident masters of jungles they used to hunt with bows and poison dipped arrows to supplement their meal. But never really indulging in commercial hunting, thereby maintaining fragile ecological balance for thousands of years. However, these days, in the modern Concrete-Jungles, many of them struggle to feed their huger and the empty stomachs of their family members, they barely survive.
IV. In the modern day Concrete-Jungle, the Hunter Adivasi has become the hapless victim, a prey to be hunted. They fight and participate in daily struggle that seems to continue endlessly. It is an “Aghoshit Ulagulaana”, the “Undeclared Revolution” of the marginalized Adivasis.
V. The Adivasis are fighting to save themselves from the threatening deluge of non-Adivasis in their mineral rich land, from the ongoing decreasing population-density and the general declining population. These Adivasis are fighting desperately to keep their head above the water, to survive, even going against their own choices and will.
VI. But only two classes of Adivasis are livid and angry, firstly who are poor and deprived or secondly those who are emotionally strained, tense and worried about the present status of Adivasis in this modern era. Rests of the Adivasis are either indifferent or actively involved in the ongoing loot and exploitations like the Adivasi Politicians. These Politicians do politics in the name of Adivasis’ welfare; but they have long forgotten their Adivasis’ roots and the plights of the Adivasis especially after getting attired in the fashionable clothes, somewhat like Chameleon.
VII. Nobody speaks for these poor and deprived Adivasis, for the deforestations, for the blasting of mountains, for the drying of rivers and they do not even speak for the orphaned Turia, whose abandoned dead body lies on the railway track. Nobody speaks out.
VIII. They (Adivasi Politicians) only speak in the corridors of Politics, on the issue of Reservation, on the subject of Proselytism of the Adivasis, they are only concerned about the religious-conversion to either Hindu religion or Christian religion. (Though as a Sarna Adivasi, I humbly beg to differ with my converted brother Anuj. but I would certainly not join issue with him. As we can peacefully co-exist with our difference of opinions and perspectives. And certainly issues like poor-governance, corruption, non-development, lack of basic infrastructure, et al figure way above in my and other common people’s priorities unlike the Leaders, both Political and Religious, who generally tend to divide people rather than unite.)
IX. They (Adivasi Politicians) are not at all concerned about poor and deprived Adivasis; whose feet are crushed in the concrete jungle and whose souls are squeezed under the Lohe Kee Dhenkee, now let me try to describe it, as I could not find an exact word for this. Dhekee is big and strong manual hammer usually found in Adivasis’ houses, it is used to separate the grain from the chaff; like modern-day threshing, the entire process is called Dhekee-kutnaa and generally performed by the female members of the house. And Lohe as many of you might know is Iron metal.
X. They (Adivasi Politicians) speak only to speak, not to heard by their masters.
XI. The Adivasis are fighting in “Undeclared Revolution”, while trees are being cut by the axe of Mafia and the Concrete Jungle expanding relentlessly.
XII. Where should Adivasis (Dandu) go, in the shrinking Natural Forest or in the expanding Concrete Jungle?

When we read the poem for the first time last year, we knew that the poem was something special, something that needs to be celebrated and treasured by all the Adivasis, regardless of our ideological and philosophical divide. It speaks of the marginalized Adivasis in most powerful and profound manner.

Anuj Lugun from Simdega
Anuj Lugun from Simdega

And when our Jharkhandi poet Anuj Lugun received Bharat Bhushan Award for the year 2011 for the same poem “Aghoshit Ulagulaana”; this came as no surprise to us. The Bharat Bhushan Award is given annually to the best poem by a Young Poet. Here is wishing him all the luck; but we, Adivasis need to go beyond the Aghoshit Ulagulaana to counter the modern-day challenges that confronts all of us. Johar.

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