Writer Anuj

First and last step towards wisdom… . After five year of my birth, my mother gave birth to one more child. His life originates in the same womb as mine. Till this time for me the word ‘brother’ is just the title given to a male child to describe his relationship to the other child of his parents. After his birth I first realized that, this single word ‘brother’ is not enough to describe my relation with him. My relation with him is seeing him growing, seeing him playing with my toys, seeing my happiness in his smile, feeling my looks in his face. People told me thousand of time that he just resembled to me, which I never notice, but I still love to believe them. In his increasing height and his strengthening arms, first time I felt life. I felt that life is dynamic, it is moving. Time is moving further and he grows up as time kept moving. I never taught him anything, I just let him whatever he was and whatever we was doing. Then after fifteen years, first time I tried to teach him...

Dhram na dekh, tu insaan dekh... Jaat na dekh, tu kaam dekh... Nazar na dekh, tu nazaria dekh... Khuda na dekh, tu khudko dekh... Dekh na Peeche, tu aage dekh... Na dekh mandir, na masjid dekh... Na dekh aalha, na bhgawan dekh... Tu har baande me inshaan dekh... Tu din dekh na, na raat dekh.. Kaam phda tera, adhura dekh... Tu dekh rukawat, na mushkil dekhe... Tu himmat dekh, tu hooslee dekh.. Tu wqat dekh na, na doori dekh... dusre ki Ummed dekh na, na apni majburi dekh... Na agyya dekh, na paalan dekh... na aankh dekh, na naak dekh... Na paaraye dekh, na aapne dekh... Na Nakhsa dekh, na disha dekh... Na kal dekh, na parso dekh... . Tu aaj dekh, abi dekh... Apna aap dekh, apna hisab dekh... Apna peet dekh, apni chaadar dekh... Khvaisye dekh, sapne dekh... Chahat dekh, mhaoobat dekh... Sacchai dekh, acchai dekh... Imaandari dekh, khudari dekh.... Apni partiba dekh, huunnar dekh Yogita dekh, kabilyat dekh... apni iccha dekh, apna jazbba dekh... apna dil dekh, dimakh dekh... Gyaan dekh...

Life in the ring… “This is the end of school Arjun. I have taught you whatever is to be taught by a teacher. But still there are many things you need to learn. Things that no one can teach, which you have to learn by yourself. From your experience, from your pain, from your practice. It’s time to close the book and face the real life.” he is my boxing coach. I call him ‘Bhai’. After the one hour warms up we are standing in the centre of the ring. He is wrapping the bandage on my hands. He and I both are drained in sweat. I can wrap my bandage on my own but today he is wrapping it purposely. I knew he is setting me for something else. He put my boxing gloves on my hands and put on his. This is not the first time that we are face to face in the ring but today is something different. Before today, he used to wear gloves to teach me but today he said ‘it is the end of school…’ I know what he meant.  Yes, that is the end of school. He had taught me rules, technics, and strategy...