Skip to main content

I AM BIHAR


I found the lines posted below on a blog: http://coolbihari.blogspot.com/ and took the liberty of copying it and pasting it without the permission of its owner. I do not think he would mind though. And while this may appear to be a kind of ‘rhetoric’ from the native of a state which still lags behind on all the ladders of development, I do not think there is anything wrong in taking inspiration from the past to correct your present and future. I believe as of now, Bihar is in a transition phase where the inertia of the past few decades is trying its best to stall the thrust of the development. Thus you would hear every now and then how some student associations tried to ruffle up the college administration when the administration started to bring order into the system or how there is a spurt in crime once again when the police is tightening noose on criminals or how the encroachers are protesting the demolition of their illegal facilities. This seems to be a final and desperate attempt of ‘whatever is bad’ in Bihar to retain its control. I think the next few years would witness the final battle between the ‘good’ and the ‘bad’ in the state generally termed as the badland of India. And when that is over, irrespective of whoever wins the battle, a new system will be in place. I think a time will soon come, not only for Biharis but also for other Indians as well, to choose a side in this battle. It would be worthy enough at that time, before we choose sides in that battle, to visit the lines below and decide on the destiny we want for an idea called ‘Bihar’.


I am the history of India,
I gave the world its first Republic,
I nourished Buddha to enlightenment,
I gave world its best ancient university,
My son Chanakya was the father of Economics,
Mahavir came out of my womb to found Jainism,
My son Valmiki wrote Ramayan, the greatest Epic
Rishi Shushrut, the father of surgery, lived on my soil
My son Vatsayana wrote Kamasutra, the treatise of love ,
My son Ashoka – The Great was the greatest ruler of India ,
I gave birth to Aryabhatt, the great ancient mathematician ,
I gave Ashoka Chakra that adorns India's national flag ,
My son Dinkar is the national poet of India ,
I gave the world its first Yoga University ,
I gave India its first president ,
I am the land of festivals ,
I am brotherhood ,
I am humility ,
I am the past ,
I am the future ,
I am opportunity ,
I am revolution ,
I am culture ,
I am heritage ,
I am intellect ,
I am farmer ,
I am power ,
I am literature ,
I am poetry ,
I am love ,
I am heart ,
I am soul ,
I am yoga ,
I am global ,
I am inspiration ,
I am freedom ,
I am force ,
I am destiny ,
I am Bihar ,
...Come with your dream
I will make it a reality

By Mayank Krishna

P.S: My sincere thanks to the author of the lines and also to the owner of the blog http://coolbihari.blogspot.com/ for these lines and also apologies for not taking permission to use it in my blog.


Comments

Priya Joyce said…
oh well tats a true ode to Bihar...by ur friend :)
and yeh I dun understand why people look down upon Bihar..
Wen I ws in Kv i had many friends who belonged to Bihar bu were ashamed to say so...and i hated it..
I think It's as important and beautiful a state as any other :):)
6:10 PM
Priya Joyce said…
and yeh what u said is very true..taking inspiration from the pasr can surely help..and i feel about certain things..it's not just Bihar who has to take inspiration but also whole of India :)
6:12 PM
joie de vivre said…
buri baat
permission hona chahiye..
and yeas the post related comment goes to the original blog ;)
1:13 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Banku and Bhootnath Authorspeak: I was going through my old files when I came across this one. I had written it long back when I saw ‘Bhootnath’ and happily forgot about it. Thus, unfortunately it never saw the Blogworld. This post has taken few potshots on some of the best people I have been with and I know that they won't mind this narration. Now that I am a little busy to write anything of significance this may act as filler. I do not know whether I will ever continue with the narration though. Year 2060: Banku and Bhootnath are sitting on a rooftop staring at the beautiful sky. The vast expanse of sky has them captivated when suddenly Banku is bugged by a childish curiosity. Banku: “Bhootnath, tell me how these stars are formed?” Bhootnath: (Obviously forgetting the reasons behind the formation of stars, fumbled to reply. You can not blame him. He is dead for 30 years and has not opened books since then. And tell me how many living people have any
17 comments
Read more
The Institute: Another Home Dark clouds gathered and decided to show their strength to the sun. As the sky turned dark and wind and rain joined the coalition of clouds, our cab raced through the streets of Calcutta. The sun was overpowered and I and my brother prayed to reach our destination before the rain hits the accelerator button. That was two years ago and I was on my way to join one of the premier institutes in India for my postgraduate studies. I was in awe with everything associated with the institute. At the same time I was a bit nervous and perhaps petrified with the thought of matching the wits of some of the best brains in the country for two years. My brother, on contrary, was happy, excited and perhaps proud of the achievement of his brother. After the drive of about an hour my brother pointed out “Look we have arrived.”. There was a pang within me as I smiled and watched nervously at the board of the institute. As we entered through the gate, the two large lakes on eit
22 comments
Read more
Ragging A bunch of new joinees… Aha… One would think – Some change in the overall appeal (We will not pass the judgement i.e. ‘good’ or ‘bad’ until we have a thorough analysis done on the ‘impact’ of the new change) of the Office. However, since morning the excitement which usually accompanies such events is missing. There is some visible change with multiple groups of colleagues coming down to have a look at the new bunch of ‘Fachchas/ Fachchis’ and some going out of their way to extend a warm welcome to them and still I think that the ‘Occasion’ could have been grander. This preconceived notion about such an event can be traced back to my background. As an Engineering student (especially in second year), you wait eagerly for the ‘New Arrivals’ (at least it used to be that way when I joined Engineering and I think there is no need to mention the reason behind such anticipation). The much dreaded ‘ragging’ (Am I politically incorrect in using this term?) period eventually tur
14 comments
Read more