Age man Bhairon Singh Shekhawat – Role

Jai ho burn in the jag, wherever the holy virgin!

I heard Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat's name, for the first time in his life, from Father's face. They were on the summer of 1977 and Luo kept the whole atmosphere shaky. The political atmosphere of the country was too hot in those days, often used to do papa in the house. At that time I was a 15-year-old boy. After returning from the office in the evening, Dad had said that tomorrow Bhairon Singh Shekhawat will take oath as the Chief Minister ofRajasthan. On this I had asked child-friendly curiosity, how are these people? Father gave a laughing reply - strong Rajasthan is fortunate that he got the belligerent person as Chief Minister. On that very day I heard some things from Father's mouth about the struggling life of Bhairon Singh Shekhawat.

The opportunity to see Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat in close proximity came in 1992 when my selection was held in the Information and Public Relations Department in Rajasthan Government. At that time, another government of Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawataji was in the state. I had selected the date of its observation in the Directorate on December 16, 1992, even during those days the political atmosphere of the country was full of turmoil. Bhairon SinghShekhawat government was sacked just one day before my jayoning.

On December 16, 1992, when I gave my gaming to the Directorate of Information and Public Relations located in the Secretariat premises, there was a strange atmosphere in the entire Secretariat. The entire campus was echoing with the security personnel and the swiftly moving trains, which caused fear in the mind. Later it was known that President's rule has been imposed in the state, so Governor Dr. M. Chennaiardi is about to come. They are a disciplined person, therefore, today it sticks around. If a person is seen on the road or in the corridor of the Secretariat premises, the security personnel are playing the seats to remove it.

In the evening, it was known that the manoted paper was taken out from the chambers of secretaries located in the Secretariat. These were papers in which the wishes, desires, dreams and compulsions of millions of people living in remote areas of the state were written. There were remaining procedures on these papers, but now the paper has not left any work since the government left. New papers will be written in front of the new government to re-express their ambitions.

For the first time on that day, I realized that a Chief Minister who runs the entire government, is not a person, is the focal point of dreams of people's desires, desires and crores of people. It is surrounded by problems from around. Thousands of people are directly connected to him, millions of hands are always carrying some paper on their side, millions of eyes are seeing him with a hopeful look, and his own personal life is nothing, nothing happens.

There was a pain in mind. I had hoped that in this new appointment, I would also have the opportunity to see Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat closely and perhaps work with him, but his government was dismissed and the President's rule had begun in the state. My appointment from the Directorate was made in Jalore and I went to Jalore a few days later. Just a year later, on 4 December 1993, Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat formed the government for the third time in the state. It was awaiting again in my mind that now I can see them with my eyes. Maybe I also have the opportunity to work with them.

Thus, for the first time in the year 1994, I had the opportunity to see Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat with my eyes when he came to visit Jalore District and I got the opportunity to cover press coverage of his visit as district information and public relations officer. Seeing Shri Shekhawat, this idea came first in my mind - this is exactly what Dad said about them in 1997. Very simple, easy

I remained in the Jalore District till June 1997. Meanwhile, Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat made many trips to Jalore as Chief Minister and I had the privilege of his media coverage. I was very impressed by his oratory style. It did not seem that to understand their point of view, one needs to emphasize a little over your mind. Simple words, resolved point, short sentence and cheeky guess. I never got any difficulty or confusion in writing his speeches as a press note.

At the same time, in the year 1996, the general elections for the eleventh Lok Sabha were held. Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat came on a visit to Jalore District before issuing notification of Lok Sabha elections. During this time, he traveled from ahore to Jalore, Bagra, Bhinmal and Sanchor etc. by road. I was in the Chief Minister's convoy for media coverage. The way I saw him in this journey was enough to put me inexperienced like me. His entire journey was without any flurry, without any flap and no noise. Hundreds of people were seen standing on both sides of the road during the whole trip. The Chief Minister stopped seeing his car, shaking hands with them, and if someone was carrying a garland, he would wear garland with his hands. She used to talk to him in Marwari, with Shekhawati, who often had the name of that person too. I was surprised, A person can remember how many names last. Many people ask for gutka, share their gutkha with others and let them account further.

I was even more surprised when they asked people about their cow-buffaloes and farming by taking their name. Asked about his job by taking the name of his boy and inquiring about how his wife is in-laws. There were many old references in these things too. For the first time in my visit, I came to understand that lakhs of hands around the Chief Minister were not standing with paper, but there are millions of friends in the villages and villages all over the state. They are wanted and also for those who wish Mangal are also.

In the year 1997, there was a literacy program in Jalore district. Bhairon Singh Shekhawat was personally worried for this mission. When Jalore District Administration submitted its project to the National Literacy Mission, I was also involved in the team who had constructed this project and the team who presented it in front of National Literacy Mission in Delhi. When the national literacy mission approved this project, the happiness of the Chief Minister was not a factor. Chief Minister came in to launch this in Jalore district. District collector Rajeshwar Singh organized a huge program for the launch of this program at the district headquarters. By that time my transfer had been Nagaur. Therefore, the District Collector called me Jalore to conduct the program.

This was my first and last event that was conducted for Mr. Bhairon Singh Shekhawat in my memory. The program was very grand. The entire district was just like this. Between me and the District Collector, it was already decided how the program would be operated, who would speak and when and when. Everything went in the same way and in the end the Chief Minister stood up to speak. They must have spoken for four or five minutes that their Mike stopped working. Electricity was coming but Mike was locked. Someone did not understand anything. By now everything was fine and now everything was going to be junk. My mike was working. Three-four minutes passed in seeing that where Mike was spoiled.

This was my first opportunity to conduct any general meeting of any Chief Minister, but still I worked patiently and thinking that till the time the Mike did not come, I started talking about Jalore's literacy mission. So far it had happened which was decided between me and the district collector, but now it was going to be what was not decided. Speaking in the middle of the speeches of the Chief Minister was a very indescribable and unkempt thing but I did this misery while looking at the situation. The arrangement of Mike took about thirteen-fourteen minutes. In the meantime, I continued to speak about the future Action Plan of Jalore Literacy Mission. In the meantime, my eyesight was seen two or three times from the district collector, but they did not make any sign for me. I continued to speak and when Mike was right, the Chief Minister spoke the first sentence in this way - I got breath in my breath, now I was convinced that I am not going to say anything for this misery.

Before the 1998 general elections, I was appointed in Nagaur district. Prior to the code of conduct, there were many tourists in many towns of the district including Nagaur Nagar, District headquarters of Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat. This time too I did media coverage of their visits.

On October 1, 1998, Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat came to Nagaur on a two-day visit. After being busy in many programs throughout the day, in the evening, he went on a fasting feast of a Jain monk doing Chaturmas in Nagaur. I also went with them. Nearly one hour, he lived in the connivance of the Jain monk. There were only three people in that room during that whole time - Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat, Jain Sadhu and I In this period, listening to the topics on which the conversation took place between them, another new thing was understood. The Chief Minister is not only for thousands of millions, but also for millions of people, it is also for himself, he also harbors the concerns of soul, divine, ehelk and world.

The next day was October 2. The Chief Minister visited Gandhi Chowk to wreath the statue of Mahatma Gandhi. I was also present there with other officers of the district administration. By that time many people had known that Bhairon Singh ji stayed in Nagaur and in the morning Gandhi Chowk would come. At that time it was seven o'clock in the morning. Yet the entire Gandhi Chowk was full of chaos The same thing happened here too. The Chief Minister took the gutkha from someone, asked the names of the children of some people and asked them about them and their convoy had left for eight o'clock.

While staying at the post of Vice President in 2007, he came to Shantarpura Rajaram Ashram on the anniversary of Mahant Kishan Ram Ji Maharaj. At that time I was a public relations officer at Jodhpur Discom but I was hired to cover his journey. On that day millions of people were present in Shishrpura. The eyes on which to run, man is the man, Women only women There is no place to settle in the Ashram premises. The Vice President came around about ten in the morning. When he went to the main hall for Darshan, the place around was secured by putting wooden balls and the policemen were standing beside the balls. The common man did not have the courage to break that security circle and reach them. But when they came, millions of people ran unnoticed towards the main temple. They wanted to see their leader by paying attention. Such a hypnotized scene I've rarely seen in my life. This hypnosis was dissolved only when the then Chief Minister of Gujarat Shri Narendra Modi entered the ashram.

I last covered the journey of Shri Bhairon Singh Shekhawat's Nagana Temple in the year 2007. Then I was posted in Barmer district. This time, he was Vice President. Incidentally, this time the political atmosphere of the state was too hot. He was the Vice-President, had been uprooted from political matters, yet he did not know about the clay, he used to know how to shoot arrows. They always used to do something like that, the snake would die and the stick did not break even. From the stage in Barmer district, he named many such people who were sitting in front of him in the crowd. By mentioning some people, he also mentioned the things that happened in his past visits to Barmer district. It was like this that after the completion of the meeting every person felt that he was going to talk to Mr. Bhairon Singh Shekhawat personally. Satisfied and overwhelmed! Perhaps last time I saw him in the temple of Govind Devji in Jaipur. They came to the temple of Govind Devji with full accent but produced no sensation.

On 15th May 2010, his sad news was found. Large newspapers and pictures were published in the next day's newspapers. One day, the father raised the newspaper and said- "Bhairon Singhji should pay homage." In those days, I used to write a column titled third eye in the daily Navjyoti, in western Rajasthan, on the tongue of people. In the same column I wrote an article on May 18, 2010 - Where is the simplicity, simplicity and innocence of the world gone! This was a humble tribute to them from me. What could I give them apart from the literal tribute?

I have a Shantha Shankan in my heart. In the words of the nationalist Ramdharsingh Dinkar- Jai Ho burnt in the juga wherever Punit Das was born. They were only virgins!

- Dr. Mohanlal Gupta

Rajasthan History