#gayejakyarona : Let’s fight together against COVID 19 – #10 (contribution)

I am publishing so many contributions in one day. The reason is the contributors are many and I wouldn’t be able to keep anyone out of it. With lots of dedication and enthusiasm they share it with #gayejakyarona. Each of the song talks of their feelings even at this time of crisis.

Hats off to their motivation.

 

#gayejakyarona: What do you have to say?

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Humanity is ashamed once more.

This picture was today in the daily newspaper, Dainik Bhaskar. It shared the plight of this family who had to walk down 700 kms to reach Buxar after the factory shutdown they were employed in. For three days they lived only on water for survival.

They were not alone. There are many who are forced to take the journey on foot to reach their homes. Of course, there are people and agencies who are lending help to them. However, is that enough? Just because they are illiterate and poor do they have to face this?

Wasn’t it the factory owner’s responsibility to shelter them during this crisis instead of forcing them to leave the premises?

Where is the accountability?

Do share your thoughts on it.

You can also share your thoughts on our facebook page now @gayejakyarona

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#gayejakyarona : Let’s fight together against COVID 19 – #7 (contribution)

Just drown yourself in this pagalpanti. There is no end of it. The fight goes on.
This is contributed from Satya and Kailash Vaishnav, Mamta Baghel and Abhilasha.
Thanks so much for your support.
Any initiative is unsuccessful without the support of people. Support is both ways. The one who is contributing and the other one who is appreciating the effort.
Thank you all so much.

 

Our children during lockdown

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I am an old school woman. So I don’t understand all these apps and their application. And frankly, I don’t even want to stress myself out for the same. Putting children to online classes and making them study online during lockdown is something I am unable to sink in.  When they haven’t got the opportunity to purchase their books or go to their new class how can one feel the new session. At least I feel the need for it.

I have only one logic – when the world has shut down who are you trying to equip to be a winner. I stand to my words. Today’s education is not nurturing human but robots to be a winner in the race. But what is this race all about when there is no finish line?

In my growing years, I lived in places that were turbulently affected due to Maoist, communal riots, floods. So curfew, lockdown isn’t new for me. We have been trained to live in limited resources. And it was an era of the 80s that I am talking about. So no phone, tv. These came into our lives in later years but then also the services weren’t available as it is now. Right on the fingertips.

I have never seen my parents or my teachers run after my life to complete the syllabus during these emergencies. It was more of an empathetic interaction during those days which I find lacking nowadays.

Education should be fun and not a burden both for students and teachers. It should target into making humans, not technicians and C.E.Os. Because life is not only about them. It’s about living. And this we are already facing. So why we are repeating the same.

During this crisis let the kids be on their own. Like adults, they don’t have access to their friends on social media and going out is out of the question. So let them be as they please. There will be a time once this lockdown is over when we can discipline them again for studies. For now, let them be THEM.

If a child is bored at home, they can be encouraged to do creative work, get him do house chores or they can read storybooks or maybe see and learn stuff on the internet. But studies shouldn’t be a compulsion just to finish syllabus.

I would never study during the lockdown. COME ON I NEED MY SPACE

 

 

 

 

#gayejakyarona: My case when I heard about the lockdown.

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For the last couple of months, I was absent from the virtual world. The reason behind this was investing my time elsewhere in the physical world. My creativity was being juiced up somewhere else. Hmm, you heard that right, I was building my dream house. Something which I have been sketching on paper since I thought of owning one.  It was very easy for us to shift into one of the builder apartments or duplex. However, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in a farmhouse.

So we waited and waited and waited. Finally, the opportunity was bestowed upon us. As if our prayers were answered. I could see my visualization turning into concrete. It is such an experience that I cannot define it in words. Whenever creativity transforms into reality the feeling is just awesome. So I was completely into the making of my creative pursuit. How to design the rooms, the furniture, the wall colours, the landscape. I was so engrossed in making my nest that the world didn’t matter to me anymore.

While the COVID 19 hit the world I was designing my home temple, planning the house warming ceremony. COVID 19 slowly it crept into our lives and my dream came crashing down. All of a sudden the orders of lockdown shook our lives.  No one knew what was going to happen next. All it directed was a complete lockdown on 22nd March 2020, Janta curfew.

Were we prepared for it? Did we had any backup plan?

I was shattered completely.  I was frightened of the uncertainty. I was terrified of the consequences. And it was clearly shown on my face and action. I was lost in my household chores with a sword hanging over my head ready to fall any time. The feeling was contagious it seems because my family too behaved the same way or was it my reflection.  The two-three days were too heavy on me. And then it was 22.03.2020, the day our respected P.M requested for Janta Curfew.

Not a soul was found on the streets. It was pin-drop silence all around. The entire day went by listening to the news on TV channels or checking upon Whatsapp forwards. It was one of the most depressing days for me. Since morning I was hearing only negative news. And then suddenly there was a shift of energy.

At 5.00 p.m people came out in their balconies and gates blowing conch shells, bells,  plates whatever they can get hold of. In a second the entire colony was roaring with life. That very moment I got my life back. It was a miracle. For the first time, it hit me that I was not alone. There are people who are as terrified as me. We all are in it together and together we can fight against this demon.

And with these thoughts, I faced life as it was. Confined, limited, uncertain. And eventually, it gave birth to #gayejakyarona. 

I consider myself an entertainer. And consider it my duty to entertain people and lift their spirits at this hour of the fight. Luckily, people joined in from all corners of the country and with small steps, we started walking towards our goal.  Fight with high spirits against COVID 19

I have compiled all that I received on my youtube channel and request you to share it and also contribute for the cause by sending your audio recording. The details of reaching me are mentioned in my youtube videos.

The link is here