Saturday, August 8, 2020

Not sure what am writing!

 

The breathing is now easy
and I hardly care about the world..
It’s not that I am dying,
If you have thought so then you are insane..

It is funny that I still care about the language that I use
See how Grammar restricts me… I am turning into a Correction Cell

Pity being brought up in a mediocre family,
I can’t honor the foreign language I paid highly to learn,
But I don’t care what you say
Cause mother tongue keeps me sane

Gulping down the second wave
I never felt stronger than before…
But still I kept correcting my Grammar
See how White has left us sored 

Neo-colonial domination that’s what I call you
because am a slave of thee
It pays my bill and other relish in life
Grammar I bow down to you.. see!


Monday, April 20, 2020

কোরোনার মায়া!



না না, একদম হাসবেন না!

মাথা ব্যাথা শুধু এই পায়রাটার একার নয়, আমরা প্রত্যেকটা মানুষ হয়তো একই কথা ভাবছি, শুধুমাত্র ভাবার ধরণটা আলাদা।
যেমন ধরুন বাড়ির গিন্নিরা হয়তো ভাবছেন যে কবে সব ঠিক হবে, বাড়িতে থাকা এই লোকগুলোর জন্যে রাতদিন রান্না করতে হবেনা আর কাজের লোক ফিরে আসবে।
(নেপথ্যে হয়তো কাভি খুশি কাভি গাম –এর সংগীত বাজবে আর জয়ার জায়গায় গিন্নি থাকবেন কাজের দিদি বরণ করে নেয়ার জন্যে।)

বা হয়তো ধরুন, ছোট পিকু ভাবছে যে কবে স্কুলে যাবে আর শেষ বেঞ্চে বসে ক্লাস ফাঁকি দেবে। বাড়িতে তো সেটারও উপায় নেই।

অবশেষে চাকুরিজীবিরা ভাবছেন, বাড়িতে এত খাটার থেকে অফিসে যাওয়া ভাল। অন্তত একটা বাধা সময় থাকে। এখন ঘরের কাজ আর অফিসের কাজ নিয়ে হাবুডুবু হাল।    

এগুলো নাহয় বেদনাদায়ক ভাবনা, দেবী করোনাময়ীর অবির্ভাবে, কিছু  অদ্ভুত ইচ্ছাও মনে টহল দিয়ে চলেছে। এই যেমন ধরুন, সেদিন বাজারে গিয়ে আমার মাছের  মাথা দিয়ে ডাল খাবার শখ হল, এদিকে আমি মাছের মাথা খাইনা,  তাও  কিনে নিয়ে এলাম, কিন্তু রান্নাটা  যখন হল আমি খেলাম শুধু ডাল বাড়ির অন্যরা রসিয়ে মাথা খেলো ।

আবার ধরুন এইতো পরশুদিন, রাতে হঠাৎ নিশ্বাস নিতে পারছিলাম না, ভাবলাম দেবীর কি করুনা হল আমার ওপরে! তারপর দুচামচ Carmozyme দিব্য মেরে ঘুমিয়ে সকলে চাঙ্গা। কিন্তু তারপর যেটা হল সেটা হল মায়ার খেলা। এই ল্যাধখোর শরীরকে ব্যস্ত করে, সকাল বেলায় হাত দুটোকে শূন্যে ছুড়ে ছুড়ে ছাদে হাঁটলাম এবং নাকের এক ফুটো দিয়ে হাওয়া টেনে অন্যটা দিয়ে বের করলাম।   

মোদ্দা কথা হল, আপনি যেগুলো করেননা, করোনার ঠেলায় সেগুলো আলবাত করে বসবেন ...... ভারী মুশকিল!

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Fly Away Phoenix


Fly away my phoenix
come back when you want to return
I will be waiting here for your care and love

Fly away my phoenix
I don't want to see you in pain
for the pain you bear to bring me here
can't be the same that tears you apart now

Born again from those ashes 
from those hopes and love I have always, 
fly away to rear me up again in your cozy arms, 
protected..
Fly away my Phoenix...
fly away...






Sunday, July 14, 2019

Goodbye Earth!



Oh dear sky, strapped in wires, 
no dark clouds around, and earth is on fire,
The leaves turn yellow, the young fruits die,
birds fly away, but no trees to stand high

The bears hunt for fish,
but the streams are now dry,
bones are all they get,
and the poles are left without ice.

Humans, are you done with growth?
Digging out the oil for greed?
Melting the mountains to make roads
and for other ravening needs…

Did you see the tears evaporate
from your eyes like the water from streams?
The heartless building stood lifeless now,
like the windless open streets..

Now you wail, now you cry,
Blame the world when you are about to die.
While the earth cried harder to tell you she needs care,
You were busy making wars and creating religious fear.

It's time now to leave the earth that once She loved and reared,
to someplace somewhere in the void, where someone will always care.




Friday, January 19, 2018

The Sage Singers - Baul Fakir Utsav, 2018


Looking at those people singing on the stage, wearing a knee-length attire kept me wondering, why do they choose a life like that?

Bauls..... that is how the world knows them, are basically the wandering monks, but there are many who taunt them as vagabonds. 

Renouncing wealth and proclaiming love is what they tune their life with. But don’t they need money to live a life? What is this life they look for even in this world where 2 months baby get raped or a man is killed because of his religion?

Sitting on the straws under a tent in a winter evening, I was enthralled watching them performing at the Baul Fakir Utsav, 2018. But these questions hovered my mind all the time.


This 2-day congress brings Bauls from various corners of Bengal. The embracing, selfless voice without an ego is enticing; and maybe that is what captures the heart most. You have to listen every word to understand what they want to convey. They talk of humanity, unity, truth of life, basic living and love. They sing songs of Lalan Fakir and their Gurus, they sing their own creation while whirling with their musical instruments lost in translating the meaning of life.

Wearing an ocher-colored attire and playing an Ektara doesn’t make a Baul. A real Baul lives a life based on Deho Sadhana, and Mana Sadhana, and that is not easy. Some say, they live a repulsive life, whereas, some say they are free birds.

This Utsav starts at 6 am in the morning and ends at 4 am. You can hop in at any point of time, only if you want to understand them.

A song is not only made of music, but it combines words as well. So when you hear them, listen to what they say. The songs have a rustic touch without any classy elements, yet very true to every strata of society. Bauls never bind themselves to the conservatism existing in the society and their songs reflect that belief.

A Baul once said, “The entire world is my home. We walk anywhere and are welcome anywhere. When you walk, you are freed from the worries of ordinary life, from the imprisonment of being rooted in the same place."


It is hard to realize what the Bauls have achieved, but these so called ignorant dancing monks are way more learned than the mass, and you can tell that from their songs. So, if you are in Shantiniketan during the time of Keduli Mela, or if you are in Kolkata during the Baul Fakir Utsav, give yourself a chance to experience the divine, love, mysticism from the earthen voices of the vagabonds and step into a land of fraternity.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Stagnant Valley

Google Image: @Showkat Nanda

Endless days and night
Endless hours that strike...
Stories begin without any endings,
and happiness now got a new meaning.....

The voice you can hear, laughs no more,
the voices tell you life that breaths no more...

Remember the valley you heard that lived, is now a desolate land…
where shadows hover childhood, while they seek asylum. 
They look at the canvas with disgust and hatred and speak not of dreams they believed. 

Now fear lives in that valley,
the fear of independence ... that which is a distant dream!

Monday, August 21, 2017

The Wisdom


People say, too much wisdom is never good. It results in nothing but collapse of the brain. Like how Socrates got killed because of his brilliance or maybe the madness that gripped doctor Nash. Too much of anything pushes you away or put you in an isolated state. Bearing the testimony of all those losses, if I may say so, I still tried to hold on to my wisdom for long.

Occasionally I tried to digest the pain of bearing it alone and ostracizing from the social acceptance; and sometimes I was rebuked incessantly for being so ardent in my decision.

I have carried my bold semblance for years, not bothering the care and concerns of my fellow beings. I have paid visits to the chambers to ease the boggling mind filled with wisdom. But alas, it always came back bouncing stronger than before and backlashing the jaws harder.

So with lots of vigor and subdued ego, after 4 years I decided to let it go.

On Saturday morning, when the sun got shrouded behind the black clouds of August, I got down from my apartment. My birth giver insisted to take a rickshaw, but I was not ready, because I want to let it go valiantly. So I walked the broken roads, the undulated terrain and the swarming marketplace. I crossed the faces of men and women I know and those I don’t.

And finally, I reached the chamber.

The chamber that will take away a part of my soul, caressed for years inside my mouth. Behind all the others, it stands, at the corner, where my gum kisses my tooth… yes my Wisdom Tooth, for years unknown.


Soon, the white coated man approached, accompanied by a woman nicely draped in seven yards. She got a pearl necklace around her neck and there was a smile studded on her face, mocking the very existence of those useless set of teeth. Now, was that comforting?

The doctor is an acquaintance of mine. He has an extremely brotherly affection that I cannot deny and has also a resemblance of a distant cousin of mine. And of course, I must say, he is handsome, well mannered and a man with an agreeable character.

He asked me to take a seat in a chair which suddenly turned my universe flat. May be this was the reason for the learned individuals of yesteryears to think the earth was flat, I presumed. Anyway, there was a light right on my face and I lay my hand on an extended armrest trying to relax my sinews. There was a holder beside the chair that had quite a number of instruments, many of which were beyond my knowledge. But they all look very much like the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Well, now the doctor asked me to relax with a 3 inch needle pointing towards my mouth. Destiny is definitely mocking me and I realized there is no way out. So I opened my mouth half-reluctantly and the 3 inch needle swooped in, pinching my gum.

Within a few minutes I realized I was looking like Sylvester Stallone, I am relating only to the facial part as the rest of the muscular thought is nothing but a fantasy. And when I mentioned this feeling my doctor said, “Relax, its anesthesia effect, your face is not deformed.”

Then comes the most astounding part of this event as I realized I can swallow a whole head at one go. The doctor could actually put two of his hands in my mouth and indulge in mechanical engineering with his god knows what toolbar. Can you imagine his two hands inside my mouth, which used to be timid? It is funny how the human body works; keeping you astonished revealing some of its dark secrets.   

After a little bit of pressure and gloves full of bloody affair, finally it was uprooted (literally uprooted actually). I must say, it was painless and a successful uprooting moment. The doctor showed me my wisdom tooth and I kept staring at it with mesmerized eyes, as if I was given an infant to hold that I just pushed out of my womb.

My mother, who was in the chamber for last 1 hour facing the wall and not turning around and trying to pretend as if she was invisible, excitedly plunged in to see the wisdom that I held with love for many years. And then immediately she asked to get rid of it. I, on the other hand, objected the decision and declared the full authority of my wisdom.

Wrapped in a tissue and holding it in one hand, I kept my mouth open letting the doctor perform the last rites of stitching the recently usurped throne and concluding what started 4 years back.

After I came back home and gobbled 2 chocolate cups of ice-creams (it has always been my dream to experience this feeling, which turned out terrible), I dug a hole in the soil of a potted plant belonging to my mother’s window garden and laid the wisdom to rest.      

May be some day when I will grow old and start telling my grandchildren the stories of my bravery, I will unearth the wisdom and tell them, “No matter how much you are in love with yourself, just get rid of this wisdom!!”