Tuesday,
November 19, 2002, Chandigarh, India |
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Govt College wins trophy SAS Nagar, November 18 According to the press release issued by the college of the final results, PMN College, Rajpura, secured the second position while Mata Gujari College, Fatehgarh Sahib, bagged the third position. In the one-act play, the SBS Khalsa College for Women, Patiala, won the first position while the team from Mata Gujri College, Fatehgarh Sahib, won the first position in the traditional costume parade. In the creative costume parade, Government College, Ropar, won the first prize and students of Mata Gujri College, Fatehgarh Sahib, won the first prize in histrionics. The BZFS Khalsa College for Women, Morinda, won the first prize both in group skit and mime. ASBASJS Memorial College, Bela, won the first prize in mimicry. |
HC directive to JCT, union Chandigarh, November 18 Issuing the directions in the open court, the Bench, comprising Mr Justice Swatanter Kumar and Mr Justice Amar Dutt, also fixed December 13 as the next date of hearing in the case. The management had earlier challenged the orders passed by the Labour Commissioner.
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Sheets of poems on a spread of loneliness CHANDIGARH: Negotiating the traffic bottlenecks of the Sector 22 rehri market here, asking the way to the house of poet Manjit Indira draws a blank from a few gazetted officers buying vegetables from vendors.
After a couple of bumps in the bylanes, I heave a sigh of relief when I find her watering plants in a corner house. The poet flicks dust from mustard paper roses arranged in a copper bowl. Her gold and silver rings ill-fit her wrinkled fingers. She lifts her recently fractured right arm and points to the bric-a-bric sofa. Adjusting her aching back to the slipping pillow, she requests you to sit. As one parks on the mildly-cushioned seat, she begins. ‘Owe! You don’t know what pain it is to live alone.’ Born with the Achilles’ heel, Manjit has been accident-prone since childhood. Forty years ago she fell from a second-storey window of her father’s house in Ludhiana. The head hit an edge of the cot. Her minor optic nerves were snapped. Perhaps, the brain lobe responsible for creativity got pressed and she gained in poetic vision. Rukhhaan nu le ke kalawe ‘ch apne, rukhhan di chhavein bhali neendein sutte. Na rukhh hai, na chhan hai, na dilbar kalawe, bhajjian ne baheen ja supne cho utthe. (Hugging the trees, I reposed in the soothing shade. No tree, no shade, nor all-giving embrace, The dream broke my arms). "My mother passed on before my marriage. She was my age — 52. Soon it will be me. My father survived her only for a few years. In him, I lost the sheet-anchor. My kid brother, whom I reared like son, lives away from me. I am like an abandoned cow licking my wounds. I married the tall and handsome Jat, son of a Punjabi literary giant. He lifted me to cloud nine in love and dragged me to courts in hate. Na babul da vehra, na ammi di lori, sakhhian de sang chiroke ne chhutte. Na pairan di aahat, na ghungroo di chhan chhan ghungroo panjebon kadak karke tutte (No longer my father’s security, no longer my mother’s lullaby, The frolicking with friends is long over. No footfalls, no tinkling anklets, They have long been snapped.) A beam of light filters through cream curtains, rests on the tinted glass table-top and encircles the bowl of paper roses. She moves on the dark blue rug with a mild limp which she got after she banged her car against a wall. She parts the curtains on the window opening to the pot-holed lane. "Soon it will be time when the curtains won’t be drawn for days. Then my ever-curious neighbours will break open the grill, doors and find me lifeless." Booha na baari, na koi banera Diva jagake vi rakhaangi kitthe! Mere sir te chhattan, mere mudhe kandhaan Eh kandhaan, eh chhattan vi rakhangi kitthe. No door, no casement windows, not even a parapet No place to keep a lamp! The head bears the roof; shoulders hold the walls No place either for the walls or the roof The miscarriages of loves and marriage have shut her into herself. Now also she prepares the face to meet the only face she must meet. "Ouch!" She rests her left shoulder against the pillows. "I broke it two years ago, but the obstinate pain is here to stay". She lifts morsels of dal-roti. Stares at it. She looks at each dining chair as if feeling the presence of her parents and siblings. Pointing at red, blue, violet and green tablets, she says: "this is my support system". Ittran de sarwar suk challe, murh gaye hans thihaye Jogi murh ke pher na aye... Din dhalian dastak ne dende. Bal bal bujh bujh raat katende, pahu phutde na nain milavan, Raatan de humsaye jogi. (Parched are the lakes of scent Having quenched thirst swans have gone away The unattached has gone never to return... He turns up in the fading light. There is rain, fire all night; But averts contact at daybreak; For he is a night owl.) Her phone rings frequently, but not
the doorbell. She answers chatter with chatter and watches the
idiot-box till her eyelids fatigue. Wreathing in pain she tosses about
in her bed full of pillows and sheets of poems. Her hope in life, like
lovely mustard flower, its stem bruised by plough, drooped, dwindled
and died. She collects it in her poems. |
Garhwalis celebrate Raibaar-2002 Chandigarh, November 18 Organised under the name of Raibaar 2002 by Garhwal Sabha, Chandigarh, yesterday’s programme at Shanti Kunj was filled with nostalgic tunes of songs from across the Garhwal hills. And interestingly, some 5000 persons had flocked the Shanti Kunj premises to watch the action. Holding the fort was a famous singer from Pauri Garhwal, Anil Bisht, who had recently composed and sung in a Garhwali album. In the presence of a Central Minister, Mr B.C. Khanduri, the folk artistes kept regaling the strong crowd that danced away on the sound of percussion instruments. Yet another commendable performance came from Uttam Das from Garhwal, who is famous for his skill of playing two percussion instruments together. He hangs the dhol in his neck and plays on to the other smaller dhol, which is a traditional instrument of Garhwal, played there no longer. Uttam Das has also received the President’s Award for safeguarding the age-old rich musical heritage. After the release of Garhwal directory, the cultural function progressed from music to comedy, with comedian Kishan Bagot narrating satire on politicians of the country, who mar the society more than they ever make it. Other performers included Shashi Joshi and Padam Gosain from Delhi. The programme featured many Garhwali folk dances and songs, even as the gathering kept asking for more of the musical treat. |
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