Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Missing it, hardly

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 ?

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)

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".

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.

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 )

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 )

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.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Priyo Ornob-er jonyo. The Best lyrics I have ever come across

I dont know how to thank Ornob. A really great song that perfectly gave the words to what i wanted to tell myself. Even the music was something which I am fond of, it is my music, it is my lyrics, just made by someone who is the brightest light of our generation.


Sing your soul out, dear
Cheer up this breeze, without fear
Walk on the dew on the bed of grass
cheer up the breeze, without fear

While love makes its own kingdom
in a cup of tea, somewhere else
I'll guard the moon till then
in the stargrinded light

Plenty of flowers touched by all these colours,
That remind me of your eyes and all my mistakes.

So, keep singing, keep singing... keep on singing dear

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Few trivial facts

The things which I read or figured out and may be not that useful should be given proper consideration, since they might be useful for others...

1. This is what I read
'beauty is nothing
but teh start of terror we can hardly bear,
and we adore it because of the serene scorn
it could kill us with ...'

2. Punctuation and repetition of words and phrases was introduced in written form of language only to show the proper emotions more closely. Words are not important but how you say it is important.

3. In german when you describe anything past the verb comes at the last of the sentence. This is a really good strategy, it makes a person good listener and allows others to finish their sentence.

4. Tagore surprised me. Read Gora, apart from the last two pages of the novel, everything is for anyoen belonging to any philosophy. It is so abstract and so practical together. Probably true world was only depicted by Tagore in modern times (even Dostoyevsky would have agreed I guess).

5. The joourney of human being is from past to present , so a good way of learning should be going from present to past.

6. Every human being should be individualistically selfish. This will make this world the ideal one.

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8. I found a math book where in the table of conetnst they have listed 10 chapters. for chapter sic they wrote it doesnt exist. I dont know what does that mean...
9. This is the thing I came across while browsing, someone said something about poverty "
The history of poverty is filled with some really big events. Famines in Ethiopia. Floods in Bangladesh. Del Boy and Rodney from Only Fools and Horses. It's very difficult to measure precisely which of these is the most epic example of suffering. But one thing's for sure - we will come up with something that beats them all. Poverty History will be made!"

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Happy birthday to the only god I know

Be proud to be a human being, specially those of our generation, since we grew up with the god, the buddha of music, the true genius I have ever heard off. To start with let me remember the time when he first came in picture. That will be the best way to look at the ocean from a naive point of view. But when you are looking at Rahman , all of us are naive. I always give music and art as higher position than science or anyother thing. Music is the most ancient form of human expression and human understanding. With rationality irrationality , with dualism non dualism you can always associate music with it. And music is the only thing that is there in every thing in this world, not god nor science or some metaphysical entity. And if you search for the human being who has understood this infinite storage of music to some extent, your search ends at Rahman.

Rahman is a deconstructionist. He came to world music when it was going through a bad phase. Euroepan music lost its charm, american music was reducing to either loud headbanging or naked girl dancing, arabic music didnt have any innovator , african and carribean music was losing its path on only rap and indian music as usual corrupted by the north indian musical motifs. I will specially give strong importance to the Indian film music version. I can go to the extent to claim that when ARR came, the only music composer worthy of a mention was Ilaya Raja. And the other music composers in Bombay was as usual dumb to explore any other musical motifs other than the banal motif of indian dholakiya , and western (italian or russian ) style orchestra violin. There was a Bappi Lahiri, who is a disgrace on music, There was a anu malik, who had one leg on his father era and one hand in popular western music ( to copy), jatin lalit ( they did some good stuff, but nothing new).The non film music idustry in india sucked . The T-Series boom gave room to some worthless singers like kumar sanu and anuradha padowal, but at the end of the day, forget about the music quality, even the recording quality decreased considerably. Some of the elders i talked even said that the bhojpuri songs of those days sounded better than the hindi songs. Given Rahmans quest for new things he would have come and broken the old trend completely and would have given a completely new definition of music. Actually he has done that , if you consider the quality of Indian music now and before Roja. But still Roja was not a destruction of the old tradition, it was the realisation of old tradition but also creating everything new around. He gave Indian music many new dimensions , infinitely many at one stroke called Roja. I can recall the effect of Roja in Kolkata (that time Calcutta). I have few human beings to check out when music comes in question. My grandmother, my father , my brother and my cousin. My mother doesnt count since she always like something new. But my father , being grown up at in the genration of RDB and Salil Choudhury, was very skeptical about new musical forms during that time. But Rahman changed everything. I remember the strong debate I used to have with my father ( the only debate I had ever with him) , about who is better, Rahman or Burman. But his approval of Rahman being a contender of the versatility of RDB made me really happy since he ruled out the other composer Salil Choudhury. But anyway he was the one to buy me all the Rahman albums from his monthly saving. My grandmother was bowled over by Rahman, just like me, who , after all this years always feel the child like thrill when the african motif starts in dil hai chhota sa before the second antara with the base guitar bakcground.

To talk about Rahman is not a thing which I can do in my life. All these years, the only thing that didnt change in India is Rahmans quest for change and experimentation. The Rahman of Roja is still young, younger than any Indian , younger than any human being. Be his latest works with leit Motif in RDB, Boys, Jane tu ya Jane na, Slum Dog Millionaire, or his jazzy work of Sathiya , or Hindustani Motif Bose the forgotten hero or synthetic music Yuva. In this world there is only one religion and that is music and Rahman is our God. Happy Birthday ARR.