Sunday, January 27, 2013

My Poetry


শীতল সভ্যতা 

হে মৃত্তিকা তোমার উষ্ণতা
আমাকে শীতল করে
তোমার শীতলতা
মৃত্যুর চে য়েও  হিম
ভঙ্গকর

সন্ধিকামি এক যোদ্ধার
নির্মম হত্যা শাল পিয়ালের জঙ্গলে
এক শীতের রাতে রক্তে ভেজা মাটি শীতল
হত্যাকারী পুরস্কৃত
উল্লাস ক্ষমতার অলিন্দে
কী ভয়ঙ্কর

শ্রেনী শত্রুর বক্ষ ভেদী বিপ্লবী বুলেট
রক্তাক্ত করে না মাটি
সে মৃত্যুকে স্পর্শ করে না
তাই সে মানবিক

হে সভ্যতা তুমি গোপন থেকো
লজ্জা বাঁচিয়ে রেখো
নিরন্ন জঠরে

 ---------শেখর রায়
  ২৭ জানুয়ারী ২০১৩, সকাল সাড়ে দশটা . 





Friday, January 18, 2013

J Speaks A Lot - A Short Story


Life responds from a lifeless object if one passionately loves it. J is my car. It has been responding to all my needs whenever called for. Its an unity of the opposites - a man with full of life and a car that has no flesh, bones or blood. I groomed with it that imparted me lessons to drive in any unfavourable condition. Its strength of tolerance is limitless. Many a time I gave it pains by dashing or crashing with other objects, discoloured it and broken its body parts. Sometime I was able to get those repaired or sometime not for no money in my purse. Yet it glitters for my personal care by washing it most of the days including in dull winter. The passerby would still look eagerly on to it and would regret the cute berry red coloured car moves with damages over its body clearly visible for regular wash.  

Some would kind enough to suggest, " Mr Roy, please be careful while driving it". That meant the driver was looked as a villain and the car a hero. Its my elation to feel my J is loved by others.  

A police officer managing traffic on road who is also a friend of mine started behaving with a difference and would love to tender free advice, "Roy, it would be a great pleasure if I could take you with your car to my locality during Rash Utshab* ". 

I replied, "Yes, of course, I'll be there next''.  

The most fun I enjoy while I fail to stop at a good looking girl waiting on a road side for a lift. The unknown lady would desist herself to watch my wife sat on the back sit. Suddenly, J would raise its speed without pushing the accelerator too much in total disarray to the driver. May be the naughty landau felt happy and tried to appease her mother. My face crumbled pale.  

My lovely J while carrying two donkeys on a day with me, the duo discarded for getting it too old and would suggest fetching a new version for more comfort. Listening the uttered rejection, my J would growl like a wild beast and would jerk those donkeys to alert that it still remained a strong car amid newer versions. While stopped at a place, its silence raised a question at me with its ever open eyes, "will you sell out your own son to get more comfort?"                    

                                                                                                                    
*a religious ceremony performs also by ISCON in Nadia district of West Bengal.

                                                                                                                                              16 January 2013

 

Monday, January 7, 2013

AN ISLAMIST- A TRUE PEACE LOVER

My mason Shyamal a Hindu sent to my residence a Muslim youth to repair a damaged portion of my toilet. The young mason has visibly attracted to come closer to him and tempted me to know his life. He is a Madrassa educated man and is qualified to be a Moulavi to organise prayer in the mosque. He did so for years in Murshidabad district of West Bengal at a meager wage what was insufficient to meet his family commitment. They are 3 brothers and 2 sisters. He has taken responsibility of his younger brother right from the childhood to bear the expenses for his education. Now that little kid is studying graduation in geography. A son of daily wage labour he shared liability of his family. He shared the liability of marriage of his elder sister. He is married to a Muslim girl and being his husband Mustafa left no effort unattended to impart higher education to his wife who is also a college goer. Mustafa understood from his life, the Madrassa education to become a Mullah has no future except allowing Taliban fanatics to misuse his youth against Kafeer, the Hindus. His sense of contemporary politics is also sharp. While asked whether he tried to avail benefits of dole for namazies extended by Mamata Bannerjee government in Bengal, he politely refused to be obliged.He experienced how those few wealthy men enjoyed central government subsidy for Haz yatra in Mecca. He totally opposed to talibanisation of Islam and never supported attempts of islamisation of civic society. He always loved to live in a multicultural society. After the conversation, I commented. "A true Islamist is more welcome than a bad Hindu element in a Hindu dominated India'. He did not respond but indicated his highest faith in humanism.