Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Pablo

Glory be to the mothers
Famous and infamy-laden sons
Ones those were called Pablo
For it is a dangerous name
And yet a glorious one too
And O Mothers! Glory is yours.

Artists they have been
With colors they have played
Pastels and bullets, their pencils
But Picasso isn't the only name.

So who is Pablo Escobar my friend?
Where does he lie when the guitar plays?
Along the shores of blue and grey
Amidst the files and burnt evidence
You dug deep for the fountain's base
Where does he ride when the guitar plays?

Saturday, May 21, 2016

What Not to be! (A severe crisis looms before us)

Intellectual. The once-positive word has been stigmatized beyond repair.
I read an article about Mamata Banerjee's electoral win which hailed her as the real "mass"-leader, by
blaming all that has befallen on today's Bengal on the hypocrisy of the "dhooti-clad (wtf!), Kolkata-centric, Left-spoken upper caste" Bengali. The article was fun to read, no doubt. It, I felt, correctly diagnosed the disease. But the treatment that it welcomed, is horribly wrong!

Read : How Mamata has supposedly killed the gentleman of Bengal

Okay. So Mamata Banerjee has been voted back in power. She has more seats than she dreamed of, or she wouldn't have stayed inside her Kalighat house till Judgement Day! Anyway, her brand of politics has proved its mettle once again. The "intellectuals" must be wondering about the WHY and HOW aspects of  this result. Someday, political parties will wake up and know the answer. Let that be.

The problem is elsewhere. If in reality, alienating the educated class starts equaling retaining of power, we are in for a treat : A democracy that will tear itself via civil war. Enough has been said
about the current polarization continuum that is sweeping the country. But why are people actually getting polarized even in this age of technology? If everyone eats at the same restaurant, drinks the same coffee, rides the same cabs and sink into social media through identical smart phones, where does this seemingly connected generation begin to get disconnected?  As more and more politicians are investing into crass language and "humble background" to project their "mass-image", one can't help but notice that Indian politics has started to show self-similarity : What's happening in the states, is also happening on a large scale at the national level.

Our (by this I mean, the new generation) top leaders are fiery orators, cult figures and (so that the "mass" audience gets the point) "Dramebaaz". While dharna might be a few people's strong zone, selling tea becomes someone's jackpot mantra. In between all this, the middle class of India is allegedly getting "polarized". But how fickle this polarization can be, was proved by the assembly elections of Delhi and Bihar. So after religious polarization failed, neo-nationalism emerged.
But unaffected by the Central politics, West Bengal assembly elections took place on an entirely different theme : Development vs Corruption.

While the incumbent voiced development, the hopefuls pointed at corruption in those very claimed development policies (along with several other issues, of course). This is funny because even kids would not make such mistakes. You cannot criticize any populist policy that you never brought into action and take on a mass leader. This is one of several lessons the old pseudo-communists have to learn.  But then, there were other issues too. Scams, video footage, public threats... nothing seems to have provided the hopefuls with their potent weapon. How sad it is that morality has left West Bengal for good!

There is a cliched saying that "Everything is fair in love and war". But surely everything is NOT okay with a state where accepting bribes is accepted. It is neither love nor war. It is only lethargy. It is mental inaction of the mass. No doubt, their leaders show middle finger to law and order.
If the gentleman is silenced by these powerful orators, it calls for the truly educated to make the education count. It calls for a revolt. It calls for boycotts. But it certainly does not call for a 20th century style revolution. It truly demands its intellectuals to fight back. The war has begun. The fortifications have started to fall.

Any society must be led by the educated. Our politicians might be cunning but they are NOT educated. The country will do much better with an Educated dramebaaz rather than his/her uneducated counterpart. The earlier we learn this lesson, the better our future will be.

I am a fair-skinned, tall, practising-Brahmin who happens to be a PhD student in Physics. What this means is, I am one of the most privileged persons in this country. Statistically speaking, my sort is expected to face least hatred from our compatriots. Ideally, this should not be the case. But well, ideals don't stand on immoral lands. Sadly, this goes both ways. Seventy years of self-rule has given power to countless oppressed voices today. So it is as easy to put blame for the tortured history of the "lower castes" on the evil Brahmins, as it is easy to blame the country's present on its politicians. Let us for once accept the truth. The lower castes were oppressed for the same reason the Hindus once were and the whole nation once was : There was an Oppressor, who simply was more powerful than the Oppressed! Using today's style of oratory, the "lower castes" did not have big enough balls to fight against the Brahmins or the Kings. Later these "mighty" Kings surrendered to the Mughals and ultimately to the West. Don't be fooled by the hug your PM gives to the US Prez. The Predator is still eating its prey.
It is absolutely right to ask for demolition of the caste system. But it is useless to put the blame on the "Upper castes" for the genetic inferiority complex that you suffer from. I agree, the real onus is upon the "Upper caste" to let go of their ridiculous hang-ups if a better India is to be produced. But overthrowing of this particular hierarchy has to be smooth, attainable through the only medium : EDUCATION. 

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Half sentences

There is too much light nowadays
Nights are searching for new shades
My words once again have nowhere to go
And I'm a poet ready to miss the flow.

You sang to me when you were close by
And then you needed a newer alibi
Having grown up today I do realize
The dots never had meaning; they were shy.

The results are out; new kids on the block
I look back and find you steady like a rock
I was once there where the marbles still stay
As new footsteps count themselves, yearning for breath.

I wonder what lives on in actuality
The memories in me or our eroded footsteps;
 Or these letters and half-sentences
Or simply nothing since you never cared to stay.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Chutir rong

Robibar dupurer gondho,
Jodi chitrak hotam, chobi te bhashiye tultam
Shei chobi hoto lal,
Anyo rong jodi rakhtei hoy
Tahole kichu kalo, monder bhalo.
Hothat i bujhlam chutir rong lal,
Ei lal e dube ache poradhinotar anchol
Amar swabdochok aj boba
Amar swirdara bneke geche jonmer age
Jokhon ek hotyakarir Shonibar

Agamir sob chuti ke shekole bnedhechilo chirokal er moto.

Hay manush, hay Bangali, hay Bharatiyo
Tomar Raja ke marlo anyer proja
R tumi sudhui kandle, uthe darale na
Egole na, matha tulle na, araisho bochor.
Ki desh tumi, ki rong tomar,
Robibar dupur, chagol r murgir ahonkar!

 Doshir bichar korbe kon maha pnuthi?
 Kon rakhal kobe marbe bagh?
Amar r tomar itihash adote fyakashe lal
Tai ghure takano proyojon aj
Miche desh prem e nijdeke abar korcho poradhin
Angul tolo, nijer opor;
Ami r tumi kshoto-bhagyo, tai kichu kalo.

Author's note :

To give youself a context of this particular post, you may go through
the following links.

Your city still holds Histroy, albeit with neglect

The calm, yet no storm

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Run them down

Run them down
Run them down like a lawn-mower
Run them down, ruin them
And make a fool out of them
For they deserve to purify this land;
It is their blood that we will lick
To know what valor is, death is, life is.

Rivers will flow backwards if they have to
For we will burn the seas to fit ourselves
Flags, red, yellow, blue will fly
As we step on the shores of humanity's past
The cannons will be loaded again
And now there won't be a finish line.

So run them down as you would
Run them down as they should!

Oh Woman!

I haven't written in a long time
And neither have the mountains moved
But they say that change is inevitable
Even though eternity leaves theories screwed.

I haven't walked by your side
For we were too busy for life
And now the Sun is shining again
But the cycles are being unlocked.

So the next time you meet a man
'Hope you make him sing to you
His tunes, not yours;
And the next time I meet a woman
I wish the clouds sweep us away
To memories, not yours.

And when the respective oceans will be crossed
I will take your hand at the horizon
For there will be no regret to hold us back anymore ...

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Mawjaroo

Amol : Prosno tar uttor pele Santu da?

Santu : Kon tar? Babar tar na ma er tar? Thakur dar na choto kakur? Nera mittir er? naki class 10 er anko p0rikkhar? sokal sokal matha ta khechre dili haramjada!

Amol : Ah! egulo konotai na.

Santu : Tahole?

Amol : Sukumar Ray er.

Santu : Seki! Onake abar relevant banacchis kano hotocchara? Shyamal da parota baniyeche. khete de. Onar poutro to palon korchen bongsher proti dayitwo.

Amol : Aha yarki rakho na. Kal raate Hajabarala porechi abar.

Santu : O. Tai dekhi sokale parotay mon nei. Ta kon prosno ta shuni?

Amol : Oi je go... "Sawjaroo, kangaroo, debdaroo hote pare, mawjaroo kano hobe na?"

Santu : Oh! e to sohoj uttor. Mawjaroo rong khele na bole.

Amol : Mane? e abar kamon katha! yarki na kore bolo na.

Santu : Yarki marlam koi? bhab na ektu. uttor peye jabi.

Amol : Dhur ki sob heyali. bolo-i na khule.

Santu : Hya thiki bolechis. ja gorom poreche, jama ta khulei ni. (bole jama ta khullo).

Amol : majh rastay bhor sokale khali gaye parota khao. r ashol prosno ta heyali kore uriye dao.

Santu : Are na na! shon. Mawjaroo rong pochondo kore na. Tai se thakbe na.

Amol : Tao bujhlam na.

Santu : Uf ei chele ke niye para jay na! Bhabis na bapu ektu-o! Sukumar Ray ki bhebe likhechen r ki bolte cheyechen ta unii janen. Ami ajker context e katha bolte pari sudhu. Tahole bol to rong shunle tor mathay ki ki ashe?

Amol : Abir khela, chobi anka, potaka...

Santu : Hya jemon Samaresh Basu likhechilen... sob kichu tei rong... sob i rong er khela. Tor abir khela, deoyal likhon, chobi anka, potaka ei sob ek sathe rakhle ki mone hoy?

Amol : Desh, politics...

Santu : Anyo kichu ashe na? Talent, shilpo, ityadi? Tobe sudhu tor kano? Ja cholche tate sobar mathay politics ar desh i asbe !

Amol : tar sathe mawjaroor ki samparka?

Santu : seki re! samparka bole samparka? Mawjaroor kono rong nei je!

Amol : Mane mawjaroo sada?

Santu : Sada kano hobe? rong nei. Mawjaroo swaccho! jol er moto.

Amol : jol to sada!

Santu : kon duniya-e? jol sada hole dudh ki?

Amol : dudh o sada. anyo rokom sada.

Santu : Beyara chele to tui. Rong nei mante eto asubidha je sada-r o rokom invent korchis!

Amol : Besh. Rong nei. Fyakashe ?

Santu : Na! Fyakashe o ekta rong. Bari giye bhalo kore jol er dike takabi. Nahole r ei niye katha bolbo na!

Amol : Accha accha besh. Takabo. Ebar mawjaroor katha bolo.

Santu : Hmm. Mawjaroo kothay thake janis?

Amol : Na to! Kolkatay?

Santu : Ata-kelane tui! Mawjaroo thake mawja-e! Esob desh er concept tar mathay dhoke na. tai se nil, sabuj, lal, gerua kissu bojhe na. Ashole o jekhane thake sekhane Potakabaaj ra jete chay kintu pare na! Tai janyo tara desh toiri kore. tarpor bole "eta amar desh, ekhane ei ei niyom... r ota tomar desh. Tumi tomar desh ei thako. Amar desh e tomar dhokar permission nei."  byas ! ei janyoi Mawjaroo thakbe na! Bujhli?

Amol : Ektu bujhlam. Kintu Mawjaroo o ki nijer desh e oder ke dhukte day na?

Santu : Akath murkho tui! Mawjaroo abar desh bojhe naki?

Amol : Tahole to era Mawjaroor desheo dhuke jabe! Tokhon to mawja-i thakbe na r.

Santu : Otoi ki sohoj naki? Mone rakhbi sob ku-kirtir janyoi manush ke jobab dite hoy. Shawjaroo, kangaroo, debdaroo r mawjarror moto, ei Prithibi te Fyataru-o ache! Tara sob dekhe r chhando miliye rakhe!

Amol : Aya! Fyataru abar ki?

Santu : Ki abar? "Chandrabindoor cha, beral er talobyo shwa r rumal er ma niye ja hoy thik ta."

Amol : Chashma?

Santu : ami tor viva nite boshini hajabarala-er opor. Ahammok! Khunjbi, Porbi, Bhabbi. Tarpor katha bolbi. Sokal goriye dupur hoye galo! Ja chul kat giye. Ami borong dekhi hisheb ta kori.

ha ha hi hi he he ho ho !

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Badass

Oh yes! You are right
It is easy to pen a poem
Because you can do it;
Just that, mine are better.

My lines don't care to rhyme
And neither do they have time
I'm too small to light up minds
I'm just better at things where you are tight.

I'm bad for what the world high-fives
But I still have something : light in the night
And I have a wand; the lucky strike
I'm a little screwed out, Vedic relic type.

Oh yes! Poems are easy
For talented ones like me.
Take home message for your dick:
With great talent, come red hot chicks!

So the next time this thought occurs in your mind that writing a poem is easy, count your chicks. And yes, at times I'm impolite, merciless, shameless and bad. But I'm at my best when I'm a badass.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Eliminations

A few lines for you, my friend
For being with me, in me
For the times of calm and storm
For being invisible and omnipresent.
I heal under your spell,
Write for you when all the lies turn true.
As you walk by me, like no one else
I discover new meanings to showcase
Narcissist, Selfish, Introvert, Aloof
And happily so, since you're who I am.

It is me who lifts me up
When the shadows cease to exist
I am the friend who cares the most
For the nothingness that surrounds
And it is me, who has lived on
Through the movies, books and songs.
So as old and new lies circle
I stay in the center; calculating, eliminating.

It is time to wake you up, once again.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Mirror

This is a special post. This is an article that comes from the heart, after analyzing an old (rather young) me. The social service that these websites do by saving our chat histories, is enormous. We rarely experience the process of growing up, while being respectively good/bad at it. But internet provides us with the mirror, one which keeps capturing our present and reflects the past when we need it.
Looking back, I was not someone whom I would be proud of today. I was bad at talking, bad at listening, certainly bad at humour and not at all as innocent as I would like to believe. In summary, I was not better than what I am now. But these are just answers which I could have easily got from little introspection only. The funny part of studying a subject for some time is that we start to seek examples from the subject to apply in our lives. It gradually becomes ingrained in the way we talk. Using this scheme, I would say that my life has undergone a continuous phase transition. While the two phases by themselves are not-so-interesting, the real novelty lies at the critical point, i.e., when the shift in me actually took place. No surprises here though; it was my break-up that shook me up. It was then that I learnt that I could not get away with lies, and that karma bites deep and hard. I was at crossroads then. I could have become a tyrannical asshole, who sees only evil in goodness or I could have become a much less judgmental, practical human being. But none of these would have been possible if not for the external drive in my life, a random force with strange boundary conditions who changed me. We look at steady state systems in physics because they make our lives easier. But serious work only comes from including the fluctuations. These fluctuations might not matter in the end in a mean-field treatment. That's what we generally do, don't we? We use the same eigenvalue for all the spins in our society. It gives effective results for sure, but incorrect ones nonetheless. A deeper theory cares for fluctuations, renormalizations. We do not live in an exact world. So we keep renormalizing until we are tired and accept the norms of a perturbation theory, where the higher order non-linearities are ultimately neglected. In life, we ride through these fluctuations. We soar through the crests and fall into the troughs, and let ourselves ride the flow until we realize that a steady state has arrived. (The real fun is to write a microscopic model at this stage but it is outside the scope of the present article.) Some people fall into the equilibrium states and relax, while others might feel trapped. But for some of us, these equilibrium restrictions are not intellectually satisfactory. We opt for the uncharted territories, the non-equilibrium steady states.  Till now, I don't know what states lie above the non-equilibrium regime. For now, may be I am approaching a steady state. I have heard of certain terms, e.g., quantum, strong correlations, etc. As of now, I am just a student in the non-equilibrium regime. Someday, may be, the fruits of life will again be plucked from the tree of knowledge.


Monday, March 7, 2016

LIfestyle

Rahul : You know dude, academia is sick.

Shubhra : What happened to you?

Rahul : We are supposedly scientists. In science the only moto is to not suck up but to speak up! Just look around you. It's the complete opposite.

Shubhra : Ignore korte ki problem hoy bolto tor?

Rahul : setai kora uchit. manchi. tao dhoirjo thake na.

Shubhra : Lok e ja bolar bolbe. tader onek samay ache. Gaaye makhis na.

Rahul : Amay niye bolle makhar jhamela nei. But amar bondhu der niye bolle kharap lage. Tui to janis my friends are really close to me.

Shubhra : I know you stand up for your friends. But are you supposed to stand up to every Tom, Dick and Harry?

Rahul : Don't give me this bullshit je kaj kore mukh bondho kore debo.

Shubhra : Nijeo janis setai ek matro upay. You live your life on your terms. You are a passionate person. Anyera seta bujhbe na. You are like Kohli. It's just in you. Toke Sachin hote bola bekar. So I would say, react if you can't control. Let it out. BUt only talking won't help. You have to keep working hard.

Rahul : Yeah, but my reaction hurts people at times.

Shubhra : So they would know better not to mess with you. Dakh ekta katha boli. Khub simple. Anyo keu januk, na januk, tui janis tui ki chas. Tui janis tui ki korte paris. Tui nijer fault janis. So keep making yourself stronger. You are rough. Toke ghoshe anyo shape deoya jay na. Sometimes we forget the difference between a stone and hot molten lava. You know what you are.

Rahul : Eto funda kotha theke pash?

Shubhra : Toke dekhe.

Rahul : hya re banchod. shei.

Shubhra : By the way FAN e to Darr ke tribute diyeche mone holo trailer dekhe.

Rahul : amaro seromi laglo. Initial teaser theke expectation chilo hodol kutkut er kanna kati niye cinema hobe. Tar theke thriller genre better.

Shubhra : SRK all out neme poreche.

Rahul : Hya. He is a brilliant actor. He really doesn't give a shit about critics.

Shubhra : Exactly. So should you.

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