Shabd Sakal Prithvina: Maine Mandu Nahi Dekha

Ajay Singh Chauhan

As soon as you hear the name Doo, your mind starts to fly to the ground. One reaches the verdant hills, lakes bursting with water, ruins telling the story of the medieval Rajput-Mughal conflict, amid the music of Rani Rupmati and Baz Bahadur. Perched on the tip of the Malwani Hills, Mandu is a town full of mystery and dreams. But, when I talk about 'Maine Mandu Nahin Dekha', it is a painful story of a writer's life. It is a collage of the fragmented life of noted Hindi writer Swadesh Deepak. Swadesh Deepak wrote novels, short stories, poems, but he became known in the Hindi literary world with his plays 'Court Martial' and 'Kaal Kothari'. In 2004, he received Sangeet-Natak Akademi honor. An English teacher in a college in Ambala is a magnetic personality that makes girls gravitate around Swadesh. The life of such a person is caught in such a cycle of illusion that this creator who went for a walk one morning in the year 2006 has not been found or found a body till today. It happens in the first month of the year 1991. Swadesh meets a beautiful woman after the show of his play 'Court Martial' in Kolkata. After praising the play, he asks, 'Maine mandu nahi dekha.' Swadesh says, 'Then go and see Mandoo.' The answer from the front is, 'But I want to see Mandoo with you.' Hearing this, Swadesh Deepak's brain bursts and insults the woman. So the matter should end here. But, a phrase for Swadesh 'Maine Mandu Nahi Dekha' becomes Kal Kothri. In the second meeting with that woman, he is captivated by the beauty of her body and personality. Now it is illusion for them. For Swadesh she becomes The seductress of illusion. They constantly feel that black magic has been done on them. Became a victim of psychic fear; Attempted suicide three times. Stop going to college. Smoking cigarettes all day. During these seven years he could not write a single letter. No contact with literary friends. Finally, he was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder and was admitted to the psychiatric department of Chandigarh PGI for five months. An electric shock is given there. Leave is granted for not being kept in psychiatric ward for more than six months. After coming home, life is slowly getting adjusted again. The play writes 'the saddest poem.' Another writes a memoir; 'Maine Mandu Nahi Dekha'. This book, which was published in the year 2003, was not discussed at that time, but today its new edition, which came out twenty years later, is being discussed. Swadesha's life is fragmented into tense fragments of past, present and future in this text. Along with the personal life, there are good and bad aspects of personality of many Hindi creators like Nirmal Verma, Krishna Sobati, Arun Kamal, Rajendra Yadav. Without any fuss. In the role of the book 'Yahan Koi Pul Nahi' he writes: 'Sabse pahale muze ye moral decision take tha ki kuch bhi chipaya nahi jaana.' I personally found this book fascinating because of its language. There is a kind of freshness in it than many texts written in Ghisel-Pitel language today. Talking about Mayavini, he writes: 'A beautiful woman ka sara itihasa prem ka itihasa hota hai. Tumane ek aurat aur uske soundarya ko mith bana diya. Fiction Mythology Mein Badal Diya. Sundar Aurat jab mith main jae to savarnasha karte hai. Wow Helen of Troy was the one who allowed the entire Greek civilization to end. Draupadi, the deadly beauty of the Twelve, is slaying one warrior at a time. Pashu-jangal ki samrajni kisi shatru-yoddha ke rakta se pahele sir ke bal dhoyegi, phir samvaregi. Mith Badalte Hi Soundarya Ka Niwas Jungle Mein. Animal outside. Even the animal inside.' While reading this, one constantly feels that how can a person who has to be held by many people in the hospital describe his dire situation, doctors, relatives' words, gestures in such a subtle way? The structure chosen for the book can also be said to be surprising for a person of this status. All this makes 'Maine Mandoo Nahin Dekha' special. It seems that Swadesh recovered by writing this book. The three years between the writing of this book and the disappearance of that home were no less than a nightmare for him and his family, as his son wrote: 'Vah sair par nickele aur kabhi nahi laute. Jab hum-meri ma, bahan aur mein–ashwast ho gaye ki ab vah wapas nahi ane wale, to hamne ek saath rahat ki sans li. Kahna chahiie ke almost jashan ka mahol tha.' The place of Mandu and the life of Swadesh have become one and the same. Krishna Sobti writes: 'Muzhe maloom hai swadesh deepak kisi aur graha par hai' but I think Mandu is watching from some hill in Malvani. }