This is the poem from the movie Ardh Satya. Every time I read this, I get this feeling of indecision in understanding this in detail. This particular poem by Dilip Chitre is read by Om Puri in a scene where he picks up a book of Smita Patil’s and reads one poem out to her.
The poem explains the three different situations of a person. He compared the system/society with CHAKRVYUH, the complex maze in Mahabharata. The three phases of a person, before entering the system, during the time in system and after exiting from system. The same person was brave at one point and same person was an impotent at another point. It reflects a phase of person going through with uncertainity own identity. He feels strong at one point and coward at another. Even though his inner voice always provokes him to stand against to the evil of the society, he could not quite do that as his hands tied down by the big guns of society. In a way, an individual will be affected by system, not other way.
The poem explains the three different situations of a person. He compared the system/society with CHAKRVYUH, the complex maze in Mahabharata. The three phases of a person, before entering the system, during the time in system and after exiting from system. The same person was brave at one point and same person was an impotent at another point. It reflects a phase of person going through with uncertainity own identity. He feels strong at one point and coward at another. Even though his inner voice always provokes him to stand against to the evil of the society, he could not quite do that as his hands tied down by the big guns of society. In a way, an individual will be affected by system, not other way.
"Chakravyuh mein ghusne se pehle,
kaun tha mein aur kaisa tha,
yeh mujhe yaad hi na rahega.
Chakravyuh mein ghusne ke baad,
mere aur chakravyuh ke beech,
sirf ek jaanleva nikat’ta thi,
iska mujhe pata hi na chalega.
Chakravyuh se nikalne ke baad,
main mukt ho jaoon bhale hi,
phir bhi chakravyuh ki rachna mein
farq hi na padega.
Marun ya maarun,
maara jaoon ya jaan se maardun.
iska faisla kabhi na ho paayega.
Soya hua aadmi jab
neend se uthkar chalna shuru karta hai,
tab sapnon ka sansar use,
dobara dikh hi na paayega.
Us roshni mein jo nirnay ki roshni hai
sab kuchh s’maan hoga kya?
Ek palde mein napunsakta,
ek palde mein paurush,
aur theek taraazu ke kaante par
ardh satya."
When I was searching few details regarding this poem, I came across this translation. Someone translated this poem into English, with simple and effortless words without losing the essence of the poem or the intenstions of the poet, thanks to that 'individual'.
"Before I walked in, who was I ?
Now that I’m in, does it matter ?
When I exit, what then ?
Can’t a mercenary be a victim ?
Can a sleepwalker walk into his dreams ?
Won’t the lights of justice blind him ?
Between impotence and courage, how do the scales tip ?"
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