A statement without a motive is rare, but a statement with a clear motive is rarest in our normal world. Today, like every other day, i started my day, excessively late, trying to do a dream fixing thing in the early morning. A lazy person dreams a lot, all those things which requires effort is easily achievable in dreams, so "me", the only protagonist of the only story i am part of, dreams about all the things and everything. But wait, manythings are missing. Are these dreams same as those i used to fix before. Is there anyone missing ? No, I didn't ask this question in the morning, I came back, tried to fix the trivialities of mathematics, had lunch, read useless blogs and suddenly there was a phone call. A call from the person for whom my way of looking to this world is so upside down, who made me belief that being heavenly happy is just a hypersurrealistic sad moment at the same time, who gave me the urge to be excessively violent for my rights and for all the others. And, what a shame, I just spent so many days without remembering him. It is sure that I am forgetting my sense of duties, it is sure I am forgetting my resolutions, it is sure that I have changed into a horrible human being. No more I venture into the unsure part, no more my jaws become hard after each example of bullying. Am I going faster to the middle ages ? As the voice from the otherside asked me where are you ? and said I am missing you ? I couldn't reply .
And the lines was disconnected, will I get another chance to become the same human being again ? Will he find me near him, giving him the confidence, independence and the happiness he deserves . I kept him as my soul purifier , as the search light, is he still there, or I left him behind ? What should be the punishment for this ?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
An imaginary truth........
andharer shima shesh shekhane jekhane alor shuru (the boundary of darkness ends where light begins)
godhulir patla ekta rekha beye
shohoj manushra kore shotabdi paar, ( along the thin line of twilight simple humanbeings cross centuries)
tader desh nai, bhasha nai, dhormo nai. ( they dont have country, language, religion)
jara ghor banay shagore
tader kobe theke dheu-er bhoy ? (those who builds there home in the sea, why will they fear waves ?)
jader dukkho shajay mathar mukut
dukkho ke tader dey ? (sorrow is their throne, who will give them more ?)
shamajik chetona, bhinno rupi bera,
na tader atkate perechilo na tader dekhabe bhoy. (ideals of society, different types of fences never managed to stop them nor will it scare them)
shyamoli, raghavan, iqbal, faiz, alex, tao
koto naame tara nijer mukhe diyeche agun, (shyamoli, raghavan, iqbal, faiz, alex , tao, in different names they have given fire to their face)
mrityukeo koreche ritwik ghataker image, (they have made death an image from ritwik ghatak)
tader osthimojja theke pawa petrol jaliye
amra nirlojjer moto torko kori, ( we burn the petrol from their bonemarrow and shamelessly argue)
torker khatire gori krittim shotyo, (for arguement we create artificial truth)
bhanga dhole shudhu ebong shudhu matro
murkhoder jatiyo shongit bajano jay. ( broken dhol can only be used to play the national anthom of stupids)
shobshomoy mone rakhbe kebol murkhoder-e potaka hoy, (always remember that only stupids have flags)
shadharon manusher na potakar dorkar howeche konodin na dorkar porbe. (a common man never needed a flag nor will he need)
desh jati bhasha dhormo borno
bivinnotar proti birup monobhaber probonota
eshob
hotey-e pare agami dine ekti kalponik shotyo. (country race language religion color
the tendency of adversity for pluralism may become an imaginary truth in our future)
godhulir patla ekta rekha beye
shohoj manushra kore shotabdi paar, ( along the thin line of twilight simple humanbeings cross centuries)
tader desh nai, bhasha nai, dhormo nai. ( they dont have country, language, religion)
jara ghor banay shagore
tader kobe theke dheu-er bhoy ? (those who builds there home in the sea, why will they fear waves ?)
jader dukkho shajay mathar mukut
dukkho ke tader dey ? (sorrow is their throne, who will give them more ?)
shamajik chetona, bhinno rupi bera,
na tader atkate perechilo na tader dekhabe bhoy. (ideals of society, different types of fences never managed to stop them nor will it scare them)
shyamoli, raghavan, iqbal, faiz, alex, tao
koto naame tara nijer mukhe diyeche agun, (shyamoli, raghavan, iqbal, faiz, alex , tao, in different names they have given fire to their face)
mrityukeo koreche ritwik ghataker image, (they have made death an image from ritwik ghatak)
tader osthimojja theke pawa petrol jaliye
amra nirlojjer moto torko kori, ( we burn the petrol from their bonemarrow and shamelessly argue)
torker khatire gori krittim shotyo, (for arguement we create artificial truth)
bhanga dhole shudhu ebong shudhu matro
murkhoder jatiyo shongit bajano jay. ( broken dhol can only be used to play the national anthom of stupids)
shobshomoy mone rakhbe kebol murkhoder-e potaka hoy, (always remember that only stupids have flags)
shadharon manusher na potakar dorkar howeche konodin na dorkar porbe. (a common man never needed a flag nor will he need)
desh jati bhasha dhormo borno
bivinnotar proti birup monobhaber probonota
eshob
hotey-e pare agami dine ekti kalponik shotyo. (country race language religion color
the tendency of adversity for pluralism may become an imaginary truth in our future)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Terrorist number one
Indians in general have the wierdest capability of turning the most gruesome situation of their life into a funny one. It seems that we dont have lack of entertainment in any given situation. Be it the worse situation of poverty covered villages and city ghettos, or vaguely supported sex trade without any official legal support, corruption, discrimination againts women, discrimination on the basis of religion and caste. You name one problem in this world, you find Indians under the threat of it, and like every chart we top in it. The bhnopu of election is being played, and it is now at our doorsteps. What should be the best deal for the Indian in this general election. First of all, it is clear that one party democracy is not for India, it shouldn't be, otherwise the local demands will not be satisfied. An no matters which coalition holds the office our problems will not get any easy solution as such.
Problems are many, there grave violation of human rights in every aspect of life, but what makes those problem stay with us for last more than 60 years. Isn't it the way we are totally ignorant about our electoral powers that makes our democracy the most flawed one yet the netas the most powerful democratically elected people of this world ?
Right to vote is a basic right , but always remember that not voting , though a basic right, is not the best thing to do if you are really concerned about your situation. What should a Indian think when he/she goes to exercise their electoral rights. Whether this procedure of general election is just selecting a few representatives or it is showing collectively your basic demand, is a big question. I still feel , we become very religious when we vote, we vote for the person , we vote for the party, we vote for certain political or social philosophy. We, in general selfish, Indians , become so selfless , when the turn of voting comes. Why we dont vote according to our daily needs?
Roti kapda aur makan, these three were once socialist indias primary concern. But what happened to this few decades long practise. Forget about kapda and makan, do we have anough rotis for us. can this government ensure that my next generation, every child will be well fed, no one will look like me , malnutritioned with a fading smile on my facing giving a pose with a phirang mother teresa. This country is mine, yes we die in hunger but we never chose to be terrorists, we never chose to leave our country, we never become destructive. All of them needs energy, we are chronically hungry, we even cant stand on our feet properly, we dont even know what a full meal is like. Still we work, somewhere in some tea shop, some, biri factory, red light areas, traffic signals, on trains on railway tracks, our organs are sold too disgusting arabs and westerners, even the light form our ahuti cant overshadow the glittering light of the upperclass shinig india. they eat in italian restaurant, they celebrate valentines day, they oppose valnetines day, they break masjid and mandir, they create massacre, they protest against mumbai carnage, they watch slumdog, those few eyes, which doesnt grant our existence in real life, looks at us with pity. Our crooked body, our fading smile increases the sale of the newspaper in western countries. hunger is a great thing my friend, it is the tourits attraction for sub saharan africa and india. We increase our number day by day, we see dhoni hitting sixes, sania going to top, we cant even run for a minute. we celebrate every great things of our country without getting any share of it, and all the evil things has its first effect on us. atleast Shiva was lucky, he had the oppurtunity to drink the poison of t his world. We dont get to drink , but we get the poisonous effect all the time. Our mothers are dead or ready to die, our fathers didnt know how to write, our borthers and sisters doesnt know whether tomorrow they will live or not. Isnt it an exciting western movie story. My brothers, my sisters, yes we dont hope anymore, we dont dream anymore, for that we need energy, we need food, who will give us that thing. Political parties like our castes religion and our votes, television channles like our ugly body, hospitals likes our organs, rich people likes our virginity, western people likes our poverty and hunger, our tea shop owner likes our numbers, as the number increases the competion for work increases and the wages decreases. We the hungry people will never believed that there is any other terrorist than the terror of lack of food. As the nation never gave us anything and the upperclass thinks we are the shame of the country, we the hungry indians wants a separate country for us. give us food or give us "bhukhastan".
Problems are many, there grave violation of human rights in every aspect of life, but what makes those problem stay with us for last more than 60 years. Isn't it the way we are totally ignorant about our electoral powers that makes our democracy the most flawed one yet the netas the most powerful democratically elected people of this world ?
Right to vote is a basic right , but always remember that not voting , though a basic right, is not the best thing to do if you are really concerned about your situation. What should a Indian think when he/she goes to exercise their electoral rights. Whether this procedure of general election is just selecting a few representatives or it is showing collectively your basic demand, is a big question. I still feel , we become very religious when we vote, we vote for the person , we vote for the party, we vote for certain political or social philosophy. We, in general selfish, Indians , become so selfless , when the turn of voting comes. Why we dont vote according to our daily needs?
Roti kapda aur makan, these three were once socialist indias primary concern. But what happened to this few decades long practise. Forget about kapda and makan, do we have anough rotis for us. can this government ensure that my next generation, every child will be well fed, no one will look like me , malnutritioned with a fading smile on my facing giving a pose with a phirang mother teresa. This country is mine, yes we die in hunger but we never chose to be terrorists, we never chose to leave our country, we never become destructive. All of them needs energy, we are chronically hungry, we even cant stand on our feet properly, we dont even know what a full meal is like. Still we work, somewhere in some tea shop, some, biri factory, red light areas, traffic signals, on trains on railway tracks, our organs are sold too disgusting arabs and westerners, even the light form our ahuti cant overshadow the glittering light of the upperclass shinig india. they eat in italian restaurant, they celebrate valentines day, they oppose valnetines day, they break masjid and mandir, they create massacre, they protest against mumbai carnage, they watch slumdog, those few eyes, which doesnt grant our existence in real life, looks at us with pity. Our crooked body, our fading smile increases the sale of the newspaper in western countries. hunger is a great thing my friend, it is the tourits attraction for sub saharan africa and india. We increase our number day by day, we see dhoni hitting sixes, sania going to top, we cant even run for a minute. we celebrate every great things of our country without getting any share of it, and all the evil things has its first effect on us. atleast Shiva was lucky, he had the oppurtunity to drink the poison of t his world. We dont get to drink , but we get the poisonous effect all the time. Our mothers are dead or ready to die, our fathers didnt know how to write, our borthers and sisters doesnt know whether tomorrow they will live or not. Isnt it an exciting western movie story. My brothers, my sisters, yes we dont hope anymore, we dont dream anymore, for that we need energy, we need food, who will give us that thing. Political parties like our castes religion and our votes, television channles like our ugly body, hospitals likes our organs, rich people likes our virginity, western people likes our poverty and hunger, our tea shop owner likes our numbers, as the number increases the competion for work increases and the wages decreases. We the hungry people will never believed that there is any other terrorist than the terror of lack of food. As the nation never gave us anything and the upperclass thinks we are the shame of the country, we the hungry indians wants a separate country for us. give us food or give us "bhukhastan".
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The school of Indian cinema
Harder it gets when you try to study local properties easier it becomes when you make general statements. I have problem with accepting a certain rule and follow it totally. If I have to follow rules then why not many rules and if I dont want to follow rules then why dont I follow no rules. The act of geralising is a in herent property of human mind. Following the arguements of J Krishnamurty it can be shown that theory making and generalising is an act of human mind , the biological system always deal with the present and local situation. We dont sometime acknowledge this fact in our working sphere and also we dont fall in love with our biology , what we tend to do is to find a beautiful mind. Generalising is always the most natural thing and the easiest step, since you are just using the knowledge of past and trying to make safe mechanism. It is this study of local things which is difficult as it deals with new things, it is in one way follwos the laws of nature and another way follows the rule of biological satisfaction and it never declares anyone as a winner. In Indian philosophy there were many attempts of generalising, looking closely to them you can find out that they always produced failed results. The caste system, the Vedas, the moral conducts. It can be shown the act of generalising is nothing but creating anew branch of superstitions. But then, unlike other civilisations Indian civilisation had this property of billion different ideas at a time civilisation. People complain that it makes everything very slow in India, but i ask them how long normally a biological decision takes ? Those more than billion cells of our body at any given time has different aspiration and our biological decisions are always a democratic decision taken after considering all those aspirations. Dont we function properly.
The main idea of this blog is rather non philosophical in nature and it talks about the different cinematic expressions of past or contemporary Indian cinema. Like anything about India, Indian cinematic expressions are like an ocean. This way it starts making itself distant from all the other types existing cinema of this world. The outside India world, which for me looks very small and ridiculously malinformed, never tried to grasp this reality as it is beyond their capacity of acceptance of truth. It can be proved that all the forms of discrmination hatred negative propaganda faced by the Indians from outside India elements has a deep root in their failure of understanding this ocean like pluralism. So some of them try to point out the non pluralist approach of Indian system to forget other apsects of the system and osme of them points it out as just total chaos , which is a part and parcel of uncivilized third world society. I am very skeptical about the word called civilization, and never fail to point out the fact that the sense of the word and the use of the word is not same at any point of time. The ntion of singularism is very prominent in western world, specially england france and germany. A small remark : Idol worship also comes from this lack of pluralism ( the civilized idol worship : like the british or french way of worshipping their so called great men, or communists worshipping Marx, bengalis (post colonial hangover) worshipping tagore . ). Anyway I read a comment of Mr Danny Boyle about Indian film making and british film making. He said the way they make films in England is completely different from Indian way, as their style is complete realism. Now whoever has seen slumdog will agree that the realism used in that movie is nota grim one, otherwise it wouldnt have got so many oscars. It is this magic realism that struck chord with the oscar jury. But , hey Boyle have you seen Jaane bhi do Yaaro, have you seen bari theke paliye, have you seen anything outside the western movie world ? I dont have much time now to write a complete list of genres of Indian cinematic expressions, nor do I wish to do so. I just want to keep my eyes open and use my biology to study the local properties , the way for thousand years my ancestors used their senses to deconstruct their world.
The main idea of this blog is rather non philosophical in nature and it talks about the different cinematic expressions of past or contemporary Indian cinema. Like anything about India, Indian cinematic expressions are like an ocean. This way it starts making itself distant from all the other types existing cinema of this world. The outside India world, which for me looks very small and ridiculously malinformed, never tried to grasp this reality as it is beyond their capacity of acceptance of truth. It can be proved that all the forms of discrmination hatred negative propaganda faced by the Indians from outside India elements has a deep root in their failure of understanding this ocean like pluralism. So some of them try to point out the non pluralist approach of Indian system to forget other apsects of the system and osme of them points it out as just total chaos , which is a part and parcel of uncivilized third world society. I am very skeptical about the word called civilization, and never fail to point out the fact that the sense of the word and the use of the word is not same at any point of time. The ntion of singularism is very prominent in western world, specially england france and germany. A small remark : Idol worship also comes from this lack of pluralism ( the civilized idol worship : like the british or french way of worshipping their so called great men, or communists worshipping Marx, bengalis (post colonial hangover) worshipping tagore . ). Anyway I read a comment of Mr Danny Boyle about Indian film making and british film making. He said the way they make films in England is completely different from Indian way, as their style is complete realism. Now whoever has seen slumdog will agree that the realism used in that movie is nota grim one, otherwise it wouldnt have got so many oscars. It is this magic realism that struck chord with the oscar jury. But , hey Boyle have you seen Jaane bhi do Yaaro, have you seen bari theke paliye, have you seen anything outside the western movie world ? I dont have much time now to write a complete list of genres of Indian cinematic expressions, nor do I wish to do so. I just want to keep my eyes open and use my biology to study the local properties , the way for thousand years my ancestors used their senses to deconstruct their world.
Monday, February 2, 2009
tomar ghore bash kore kara o mon jano na (who are dwelling in your house, oh mind , you dont know,)
tomar ghore boshot kore koyjona mon jano na (how many are living in your house, oh mind, you dont know.)
ekjone chhobi anke ekmone o mon (one draws picture with one mind)
arekjone boshe boshe rong makhe (another gets colored)
r shaichhobikhan noshto kore konjona (and who is the one destroying this picture ?)
tomar ghore boshot kore koyjona mon jano na. ( how many are living in your house, oh mind, you dont know )
ekjone shur tole ektare arekjone mondirete taal tole ( one picks up a tune in one strings (iktara) and another one picks up the rhythm in the temple)
abar beshuro shur dhore dekho konjona (and who starts this non musical notes ?)
tomar ghore boshot kore koyjona o mon jano na
(how many are living in your house, oh mind , you dont know )
rosh khaiya hoiya matal oi dekho haat foshke jay ghorar lagam (see there , losing grip of the horse's bit , after getting drunk with these juices)
shai lagam khana dhore dekho konjona. (who holds that bit ?)
tomar ghore boshot kore koyjona o mon jano na. (how many are living in your house , oh mind, you dont know )
tomar ghore boshot kore koyjona mon jano na (how many are living in your house, oh mind, you dont know.)
ekjone chhobi anke ekmone o mon (one draws picture with one mind)
arekjone boshe boshe rong makhe (another gets colored)
r shaichhobikhan noshto kore konjona (and who is the one destroying this picture ?)
tomar ghore boshot kore koyjona mon jano na. ( how many are living in your house, oh mind, you dont know )
ekjone shur tole ektare arekjone mondirete taal tole ( one picks up a tune in one strings (iktara) and another one picks up the rhythm in the temple)
abar beshuro shur dhore dekho konjona (and who starts this non musical notes ?)
tomar ghore boshot kore koyjona o mon jano na
(how many are living in your house, oh mind , you dont know )
rosh khaiya hoiya matal oi dekho haat foshke jay ghorar lagam (see there , losing grip of the horse's bit , after getting drunk with these juices)
shai lagam khana dhore dekho konjona. (who holds that bit ?)
tomar ghore boshot kore koyjona o mon jano na. (how many are living in your house , oh mind, you dont know )
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
keu bhalobasha pay keu bhalobeshe jay (few gets love , few keeps loving)
amra boshi majhkhanete . (we sit in the middle)
glass-er bhitor jol, chhap poreche , oi dekha jay, karor chokher (water inside the glass, a reflection of someones eyes)
takay ni keu, aj keu niyeche chul bhijiye, shukher, (no one looked at them, but today someone has made her hair wet with pleasure)
amra shudhu obak howe dekhi, ( we are just amazed and watching)
chokher tara, obak howe jol (the star of the eye and the amazed water)
faltu jara ashte ashte bashpo ( unimportant ones becomes vapour slowly)
howe majhkhanete bhrom jagano bayu. ( and creates a mist)
tobu jol fuleche jowar ashay, chul nai r chokh dheke (still the water swells as the high tide comes, even the hair is not anymore covering the eye)
amra dekhi chokh juriye kokhono ba shai glasser joler mon theke. (we just watch , eye fulfilled, maybe sometimes from the mind of that water of the glass)
obak kora lota, mukh unchiye, shurjo shudhu, bhabcho dekhe ? (amazing lota (vine), do you think it looks at the sun facing upwards ? )
tader moner koto dabi, (they have so many demands)
shudhu sporsho shukhey-e haar mane na, shikorbakor joriye diye (they are not defeated by the pleasure of touch, they hug each other by their roots and limbs)
joriye diye shakha, mukh unchiye shurjo shudhu bhabche dekhe ?(and do you think they only look for sun ?)
amra tader moto kore, chol pashpashi thaka shikhi, (lets live side by side like them )
amra tader moto kore chol jorajori kore thaki. (lets live hugging each other like them )
amra boshi majhkhanete . (we sit in the middle)
glass-er bhitor jol, chhap poreche , oi dekha jay, karor chokher (water inside the glass, a reflection of someones eyes)
takay ni keu, aj keu niyeche chul bhijiye, shukher, (no one looked at them, but today someone has made her hair wet with pleasure)
amra shudhu obak howe dekhi, ( we are just amazed and watching)
chokher tara, obak howe jol (the star of the eye and the amazed water)
faltu jara ashte ashte bashpo ( unimportant ones becomes vapour slowly)
howe majhkhanete bhrom jagano bayu. ( and creates a mist)
tobu jol fuleche jowar ashay, chul nai r chokh dheke (still the water swells as the high tide comes, even the hair is not anymore covering the eye)
amra dekhi chokh juriye kokhono ba shai glasser joler mon theke. (we just watch , eye fulfilled, maybe sometimes from the mind of that water of the glass)
obak kora lota, mukh unchiye, shurjo shudhu, bhabcho dekhe ? (amazing lota (vine), do you think it looks at the sun facing upwards ? )
tader moner koto dabi, (they have so many demands)
shudhu sporsho shukhey-e haar mane na, shikorbakor joriye diye (they are not defeated by the pleasure of touch, they hug each other by their roots and limbs)
joriye diye shakha, mukh unchiye shurjo shudhu bhabche dekhe ?(and do you think they only look for sun ?)
amra tader moto kore, chol pashpashi thaka shikhi, (lets live side by side like them )
amra tader moto kore chol jorajori kore thaki. (lets live hugging each other like them )
Monday, January 26, 2009
auction
I am living here in my bagpack
and loving things that are stored in racks.
If I offer you that for nothing
my bella.
There are words and music and a russian hat
and dostoyevsky and a funny cat.
And all these things are for you free
my bella.
And flying shoes,
I have left the best dreams
for you to choose.
i have left the best dreams
scattered in this jungle town my bella.
When you feel alone and fallen back
there is (also) a hand to put on your back.
If I ask you to hold this hand
will you bella ?
There is a watch to show infinite time,
for spicy meal you can find a dime, (too),
And that is not all, I have stories to tell you
my bella.
These smallest things,
I have left the best dreams
with these smallest things,
and so are the best dreams,
I have scattered in this jungle town my bella.
and loving things that are stored in racks.
If I offer you that for nothing
my bella.
There are words and music and a russian hat
and dostoyevsky and a funny cat.
And all these things are for you free
my bella.
And flying shoes,
I have left the best dreams
for you to choose.
i have left the best dreams
scattered in this jungle town my bella.
When you feel alone and fallen back
there is (also) a hand to put on your back.
If I ask you to hold this hand
will you bella ?
There is a watch to show infinite time,
for spicy meal you can find a dime, (too),
And that is not all, I have stories to tell you
my bella.
These smallest things,
I have left the best dreams
with these smallest things,
and so are the best dreams,
I have scattered in this jungle town my bella.
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