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.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Commissions and fees : Mad Men

What is there to be said of Matthew Weiner? Of Jared Harris? Of David Carbonara? Of John Hamm? And Episode 12 of the fifth season of Mad Men? 'Creation at its best' would not suffice as the correct admiration. If there is one thing unbounded that we can feel, it is art. It is worth being a human being only for these reasons. Someday this post would make me watch the episode again. 

Monday, February 29, 2016

Snow

Out there in the depth of the night,
Along the snow washed city streets
Resides a cello, amidst fiery winds
A new dawn awaits, cold and burning.

I write for the thousands of hands
Within each of us, writhing in pain
And suffering from mutation; psychotic
Violins hysteric in lost words; unsympathetic.

And the letters will tumble upon you
As the Sun rises to shine on the golden Earth
Future and its toys are waiting ...
The prison keys are dinging; blood symphonies.

White reflects your need and your sorry deeds
Flakes defy only to match steps to gravity
Runs the blade through my soul, Holy Trinity
Purged of and in my sins, I wake to chastity.

The notes are high again
The drums are keeping up
Sirens run through four strings
In each submits the other three.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Cookie

Do you want a cookie, my friend?
A soft, juicy one to fill your mouth
I still have one left in my pocket
My cookie is cute, alone it lies.

FUck off.
It's mine.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

A Toast to Amsterdam!

Singing to you for just another bite
Another rainy afternoon, another Amstel
Another Ouderkerk, another tart-de-apple
Another Rumbaba snack, another bike ride.

Another windmill, another fight
Another two-Euros show, another night
Another wrong left, another missed right
Another waffle,  yet another red light.

Another flea market , another green field
Another story-telling, another 'American dream'
Another Tropen, another Apotheek,
Another Flixbus, another Sloterdijk.

Another Travis shot, another red Berlin Sky
Another John Mayer, another Laser Night
Another Czesc, Another Canal, Ethiopian style
Another -8400, another Burgerij.

Another breakfast, another green parantha
Another scolding, another smoking Salmon
Another slow tram, another Science Park
Another Harem, another length-over-breadth.

I know you're tired of my anothers
But not just another 29/01, each in fact ...
Unique in its staging of diversity
May everyday shine your Amsterdam.



p.s. May be next time, I Amsterdam

Irodion, Tiramisu and David : And a fabric

What does a good piece of art actually do? Apart from completing the hyperspace puzzle, it lends us hints for further pieces. We, the artists, the puzzle solvers let our fingers dive into the labyrinth. This is one such moment. I am experiencing immense power. I know I'm about to write something powerful. I also know that I have no idea about the content.
I have travelling for the last one month and finally at this hour of the night the calling has come. I now realize that I have travelled a lot recently. Dresden, Amsterdam, Berlin and now Tel Aviv. If that's not enough, I will be at Jerusalem tomorrow. Each place has enriched my experience in its own way. Sadly, experience kicks out innocence. But well, I still am innocent as far as being street smart is concerned. Anyway, this post is not about my experiences or experiments. It is solely about a new form of art that has engulfed me from every dimension. My first tryst with this friend was in a restaurant named Irodion Pallas. Now I'm infatuated by its intoxication. The friend is Greek music. A simple fish salad, ouzo and the music. It is quite a place to be in. The next meeting was in the same place when we had gone to try a slice of Tiramisu. Again, that Greece and Italy go hand in hand was brilliantly experienced!
Cut to three weeks later.
Tel Aviv ( a solid place!) : Prof. David Andelman decides to take us out for dinner. His treat, his choice of restaurant; a Kosher restaurant that serves fish. He surely is a man of resources, David. The restaurant, Meatos has two branches side by side. One serves only two kinds of fish courses along with a variety of Kosher food. The other branch not only serves fish but also plays 'loud' Greek music on Monday nights! This loudness made David take us to the other branch. It was exquisite, the place!
In a restaurant all you need is a good staff and great food. It was more than great on both fronts. An after dinner trip to the other branch finally inserted Greek music into me.
There is sensuality written in every note. Ancient to new, the thread is too long to talk about now.
It is in these varieties of art that we find parts of ourselves. There floats somewhere in the fabric of abstracts a detached soul that looks back at us, smiles and turns away. We recognise the missing part, the past that left us when we grew up. In each jumps of growing up, we released certain energies. There still remains an unexplained connection with us which, we will always be chasing.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Sona ma


I question myself often why I write my blog. The most common answer is that it helps me connect my present with past. On a bigger scale, this means that I write for myself. This post for sure is for myself only. My aunt passed away today. 4th of February, 2016. I don't remember when was the last time that I had talked to her. I never had a fight with her. I 'm sure in my heart that she would have wanted only happiness for me. But alas! Such are human relations and the cobwebs which fabric them are too thick for me to dilute. I wish life was simple. I wish people could forgive easily. I wish we all understood that smiling and letting go is the best and the easiest thing to do. Life is difficult by its choice but it has also given us the freedom to make our own choices.

Tumi chole gele
Hoyto bohu dure
Shoto samudrer pare
ei samudra ki kore peroi?

I have very few memories of my childhood. I do not remember her scolding me much. The strange thing is I failed to know you as a person. I started becoming my own person after I left Balurghat. But even since leaving Balurghat, I do not remember interacting with her. Nine years. I grew up in this nine years. I developed my own thinking in these nine years. I stayed away from her during this time. As a person, she thus will remain unknown to me forever. I do not know how my sister is doing right now. For her, her parents are everything. I know I will always be there for her. But will she ever be able to come to me given the screwed up family we share?

I am sitting in Germany doing nothing while my family bleeds today. What achievements do we brag about? What are the gains in our lives? I grew up in her arms and then I didn't talk to her during her final years. May be I am right in not making close interactions with anyone. It is may be better to remain aloof. It is better to not let people know that you do not care. In my heart, the truth lies.
To remind me of you, I will be eating fish during the next ten days. If the customs are there to respect our loved ones, these customs should be individualistic. I loved you. You will always be my family.

Deep

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

gaachh

Bheja abohaoay shukno gaachh pran khonje
pata charai aj bnachte hocche tader,
sobai bole ei to koto jol, ashubidha kothay
gaachh bojhay na kichu, dariye thake opekkhay.

abar thik Surjo uthbe, ful futbe
chiroka- i dhoirjo dhoreche thanday
manush ra ei thanday jeno pran pay
gaachh tai manush der nirjib bole.

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