No one speaks about their plight,
No one speaks about the cutting of forests
the breaking of mountains, the drying up of rivers. No one says anything about the unclaimed body of Turiya.
Lying on the railway tracks, those who speak speak only in the political alleys, in the name of a reservation, they are only concerned about their conversion, they talk about them becoming 'Hindu' or 'Christian'. People are fighting just for the sake of speaking, the tribals are being cut in an undeclared rebellion, trees are being cut with the axes of the mafia and the concrete jungles are growing, where should Dandu go, in the cut forest or in the growing forest?
This is discomfort. Anuj Lugun Born in the 'Munda' tribe of Jharkhand, this young tribal revolutionary poet, writer and social activist. It is a representative form of crores of tribals in the country.
Naxalism stands in front of our eyes when the names of tribal-dominated states are uttered. A decades-long conflict between mining, the ravaging tribals, and the oppressive capitalist system. The deprived life of the tribals, the sufferings suffered. What is anyone really talking about? On the contrary, all this was suppressed. Their voices were silenced inside the forest by armed guards with guns. This is an example of protectors becoming predators. But now the same grievances of the tribals have started to be expressed strongly in tribes. A new ideological movement is trying to stand in the tribal belt against the oppressive system. Art and writing are now trying to replace the armed Naxalites fighting.
' The arrow paine ho rahi hai, Kalam tikhi ho rahi hai, Raja fear raha hai, Jail ki ware ho rahi hai, Aur Bacha bada ho rahi hai.'
'This battle may not stop until we understand the tribals. No matter how many people and writings are broken, they will rise again like a phoenix from the ashes. This is what I want to say to the tribal, victimized and underprivileged writer like Anuj. The vigilance of survival in the tribal belts has been in full swing. The fight for rights and entitlements is intensifying. A new battle is rising against the looting of water, land and forest by the system. It consists of different parts of ideological enlightenment.Mahua majhi, Ranendra,Nirmala Putul, Gladson Dungdung, Ashwinkumar Pankaj, Anuj Lugun. Many such tribal writers can be named. On this new revolutionary path, Anuj Lumun is called 'Unannounced Ulgulan'.
Of Apurat Bhushan Agarwaland on receiving the National Liberation Award, Uday PrakashThe praise given to Anuj by such a senior poet speaks volumes. According to him, 'Undeclared Ulgulan is a cry that shakes the depths of history and communal memory, of broken dreams, of unanswered, unfulfilled, fallen aspirations which is perhaps the first time in Hindi poetry since independence that Anuj Lugun's poetry is heard again and again with such intensity and intensity.'
'Ulgulan' was the slogan of Birsa Munda's movement program of action. Uprising at all levels and in all areas at the same time. It has become the manifesto of the tribal underprivileged today. A famous writer from 'Aranyer Adhikar'mahasweta deviHe referred to it as a 'ceasing battle against injustice'. Here after 1985 came in Marathi literature Bhujang Meshram. His poem 'Ulgulan' is also memorable.
A similar slogan has recently been given by Anuj Lugun, Assistant Professor of Bihar Central University, in the name of 'Unknown Ulgulan', along with Indian literature. In fact, the thing to think about here is, why does this young professor, who is only 32 years old, feel the need to ignite this 'unannounced ulgulan'?'
Anuj' means rear born, younger brother. Who has really started thinking about the tribal brothers? Along with the orthodox system, he is ready to take all the risks of expression to break down all the strongholds and monasteries of classist-oppressive systems. He is writing against the discrimination and dictatorship of the rulers. ' Meghalaya shikari hoon, mere sathi mare ja chuke hai, humne chapamari ki thi, jab hamari faslon par bisoon né bola tha. We told him how difficult it is to make a barren land fertile, how hard it is to make the seed fertile. Mai ek budha shikari hoon ghayal aur ahat, lekein housala meri muthiyeon me hai, aur utmidhar Har humle mein, Mai ek akhri geet apni dharti ke liye gana hoon. 'This battle is all about justice.
Anuj's literature is a burning torch of tribal identity and struggle. It seeks to keep the tribals constantly burning for existence. Adivasis are being robbed in the name of development. It is separated from the cultural consciousness. In the name of 'Salvajudum', it is being done away with. Today, we are trapped in exploitation, oppression, injustice, oppression from all sides. We are fighting against them. It is 'Ulgulan Ki Aurate'.
Due to this, many women are also being caught in the law under false accusations. Gangaram Kalundiya, a soldier fighting for tribal rights, is also being shot. Many are stuck in jail. Even if many people are killed, the struggle will not stop. Are the heroes of his literature'bua jhanu’, ‘Sony Sori’, ‘Dayamani barla’, ‘Lingaram’, ‘birsa munda’, ‘Robda Soren’, ‘Turiya’, ‘Dandu' etc. Adivasi struggled with simple people. The subjects of his writing are also in the same context of life.
'Lalgarh', 'I am an injured hunter', 'This is the time for the flowering of the Palaash tree', 'Listen', 'Death of a zebra in the zoo', 'I will not be reborn', 'In the forest where I live there are wolves and men It is not there', 'In the midst of the essence of the forest', 'Birsum Baba', 'Dialogue with Eklavya', 'Free people', 'Our funeral cannot be royal' etc. The tune of this poem burst out in the throats of the tribals. It is known to you that 'our funeral cannot be royal', but it is also known to you that the royal Prem Yatra is known everywhere in history, and we will remain immortal till death by fighting for our rights and privileges.
This song is sung by these generations. Our demand is not for any royal palace or coronation. I will not only enjoy the water, land, forest and place, but will also destroy the world, and I will make this request to my king and the king will send his soldiers to fight against us. Now our fight has also started and we will fight. But when my feet got hit by a knife, my voice kept rising in the jail and my fist would come in contact with it. So give me the message.
‘O my fighting friend, never give up, O you will die fighting, in those forest paths, in those crossroads, in those ghats where life is most possible.’
