আমরা যারা বুদ্ধিজীবী, বাতানুকুলে থাকি,
সময় পেলে কাম-কাজ ফেলে নগ্ন নারী আঁকি,
দিদির বাড়ীতে খুচরো দাঁড়িতে বাম-বিরোধী ঢেউ
মোদের মতো গরীবে প্রেম করেনা জগতে কেউ।
আমরা যারা বুদ্ধিজীবী, মাথায় পুরুষালী ছাঁট,
গরীবের তরে কতইনা হেঁটেছি সিঙ্গুরের মাঠ-ঘাট।
সানস্ক্রীনের দৌলতে সেদিন বেঁচেছে নায়িকা-সত্তা,
জাপানীবউ এর প্রচার সেরেছি যেখানেই গণহত্যা।
আমরা যারা বুদ্ধিজীবী, শুধু সিরিয়াল করি,
জন্ম থেকেই শহিদ ভঙ্গি, আজ মরি-কাল মরি।
এবার নায়ক হবই হব, রয়েছে দিদির হাত,
মিডিয়াতে শুধু বলতে হবে, বামেরা যাক নিপাত।
আমরা যারা সাধারণ-জন মাস-মাইনে পাই,
বিধাতার দেওয়া মগজখানিতে কোনো বুদ্ধিই নাই?
স্বপ্রচারিত বুদ্ধিজীবী, স্বার্থলোভীর দল,
ভোটের দিনই টের পাবি তোরা গণ-বুদ্ধির বল।
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Hare Krishna
"Hare Krishna". This was the third time I heard the sound. This time with more thrust than the first two. I could guess those words have more purpose than just showing devotion. Suddenly, my wife dragged me off the defined road. I realized I was in the way of a monk. I was never taught that, "side please" can also be expressed by "Hare Krishna". As time passed on, I learned words like "hello", "good evening", "had your launch?", "bye", "seat here" and many more can be expressed by those two magical multi-meaning words with a bit addition of facial gestures. I was wondering how most of the daily needed words can be expressed by only two domestic words. Every sentence I heard, had multiple presence of "Hare Krishna" in it. I don't know, may be doctors there also use "Hare Krishna" as medical terms. Like, "Don't smoke, else you can have Hare Krishna" or "Chest pain can lead you to massive Hare Krishna".
Don't believe me? Pay a visit to Mayapur. Lack of energy restricts me to provide you a map to make your journey easier, you can easily get it from Google as the website is more energetic than most of the human beings. Its not far away from my home. One worst hour of your life in train and you are nearly there. Name of the station is Krishna-nagar. I think Lord Krishna starts ruling the universe from this very station. Then 20 minutes in auto on a road, which I think a strong point to fight for opponent political party. Then couple of minutes in boat where you can feel how much heat the sun consists of. And you are in Mayapur, the land of "Hare Krishna". After detailing you the route, I think its no-where near from my home. Anyway, I could reach there in couple of hours.
First step out of the boat, and you can hear multiple people calling you unanimously from their respective hotels. Every one has same caption "Good hotel. Cheap rooms available. No one will disturb you." From the way they were representing themselves, you can guess with no effort, that their intentions are not legal at all. As luck stays away from me, I was traveling with my wife, my very much legal better half, as they say. Every time I go out with her, I leave my rational half at home. My rest half and my better half make a complete person, my wife. And I obediently follow her. That's called a good husband and you must agree.
In Mayapur, ISKON temple is the most visited place. Their gestures suggest as they have the copyright of worshiping Lord Krishna. Everyone there has almost shaved head with a thin line of hair to make you clear that they were born with hair . They are taught only two words, "Hare" and "Krishna". They call themselves Prabhu. My father has one familiar Prabhu there and by definition I had to meet him. I discovered him in a building of senior Prabhus. Too much security. As if these senior Prabhus belong to the 1411-left group. After answering dozens of questions I was allowed to visit him but without my wife, who recently turned into "Mataji". Oh no... Prabhu started briefing the greatness of Lord Krishna, which I already was suffering from. My father might have real cruel ideas. After 10 minutes, I manged to make the Prabhu understand that I am very much influenced by Krisna and need to go down to roam the entire temple area with great faith on Krishna. I came down and found my wife under a mango tree. Fortune always favors her.
Next, we visited the main temple. Like every less-important religious places it has the rule of non-photography. After submitting the mobile phones and camera, holding each others hands, we started walking towards the temple. On the gate, a policeman gestured me to leave her hand. And that is the most irritating thing I have faced in recent past. I feel like saying, "Hey, we are a valid couple. And I am not holding her hand to prove the validity but to restrict her from shopping." Though there wasn't much to shop, but when it comes to shopping, its the gender whom you can't trust. Inside the temple, there are eight idols. One of Lord Krishna and others are of his girl-friends. One of them is Radha, who is the closest. Don't ask about the others. Oh boy, he is the damn lucky guy. Out side, every one is talking about him and in here he has seven girl-friends. Now, I am influenced by him. Hare Krishna....
They have some other places too to visit like a museum and some other smaller temples and all.
But I didn't get enough encouragement to write about them. We left the temple at afternoon and follow the same route to return back to my home, my temple.
Don't believe me? Pay a visit to Mayapur. Lack of energy restricts me to provide you a map to make your journey easier, you can easily get it from Google as the website is more energetic than most of the human beings. Its not far away from my home. One worst hour of your life in train and you are nearly there. Name of the station is Krishna-nagar. I think Lord Krishna starts ruling the universe from this very station. Then 20 minutes in auto on a road, which I think a strong point to fight for opponent political party. Then couple of minutes in boat where you can feel how much heat the sun consists of. And you are in Mayapur, the land of "Hare Krishna". After detailing you the route, I think its no-where near from my home. Anyway, I could reach there in couple of hours.
First step out of the boat, and you can hear multiple people calling you unanimously from their respective hotels. Every one has same caption "Good hotel. Cheap rooms available. No one will disturb you." From the way they were representing themselves, you can guess with no effort, that their intentions are not legal at all. As luck stays away from me, I was traveling with my wife, my very much legal better half, as they say. Every time I go out with her, I leave my rational half at home. My rest half and my better half make a complete person, my wife. And I obediently follow her. That's called a good husband and you must agree.
In Mayapur, ISKON temple is the most visited place. Their gestures suggest as they have the copyright of worshiping Lord Krishna. Everyone there has almost shaved head with a thin line of hair to make you clear that they were born with hair . They are taught only two words, "Hare" and "Krishna". They call themselves Prabhu. My father has one familiar Prabhu there and by definition I had to meet him. I discovered him in a building of senior Prabhus. Too much security. As if these senior Prabhus belong to the 1411-left group. After answering dozens of questions I was allowed to visit him but without my wife, who recently turned into "Mataji". Oh no... Prabhu started briefing the greatness of Lord Krishna, which I already was suffering from. My father might have real cruel ideas. After 10 minutes, I manged to make the Prabhu understand that I am very much influenced by Krisna and need to go down to roam the entire temple area with great faith on Krishna. I came down and found my wife under a mango tree. Fortune always favors her.
Next, we visited the main temple. Like every less-important religious places it has the rule of non-photography. After submitting the mobile phones and camera, holding each others hands, we started walking towards the temple. On the gate, a policeman gestured me to leave her hand. And that is the most irritating thing I have faced in recent past. I feel like saying, "Hey, we are a valid couple. And I am not holding her hand to prove the validity but to restrict her from shopping." Though there wasn't much to shop, but when it comes to shopping, its the gender whom you can't trust. Inside the temple, there are eight idols. One of Lord Krishna and others are of his girl-friends. One of them is Radha, who is the closest. Don't ask about the others. Oh boy, he is the damn lucky guy. Out side, every one is talking about him and in here he has seven girl-friends. Now, I am influenced by him. Hare Krishna....
They have some other places too to visit like a museum and some other smaller temples and all.
But I didn't get enough encouragement to write about them. We left the temple at afternoon and follow the same route to return back to my home, my temple.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Why I am here?
Until last night... The trauma lasted until last night. Don't know from how long I was thinking of giving my thoughts some literal shape. But never got enough courage or time to jot them down. Once or twice before, I tried to write but after one or two lines my handwriting used to start scaring me.
It was till last night, when I had the urge to write but hadn't enough cause to publish. Last night I had a dream, so far the dream of decade. I met Sister Mamta, the Goddess of Publicity in my dream. Like in many other dreams, I was trying to write something and stopped. Suddenly, Sister Mamta appeared and started to stir my inner-self. I didn't realize that she was there, I even didn't realize what was going on there in my inner-self... thought may be the Chicken Roll was messing with my digestive system, but the absence of enough ache made me clear that what was going in wasn't that simple or in-digestive. I look upwards and found Sister Mamta standing just before me. In one glance you can be sure how much effective Goddess she is. In white sari and green blouse she was looking a marvelous Goddess with some pimples allover her face. Perfect as a lady for an advertisement of a cleansing cream before using the cream. I could guess her estrogen might have dried up just after flowing for couple of hours. Her deadly look can dry any liquid particle flowing in your body as well. It took her a second to shoot first sentence to me "Hi Bro". Her voice was enough loud to awake my wife from her dream. I said "hey Sis. How are you and why you are here? I am quite happy."
"Happy? This you call happiness? Can't write even your thoughts! Look what your Govt. has made you in 32 years. No electricity, no water, no job only corruption." she burst.
I stayed silent as my turn was also robbed by her. "There are only two ways to drive your points home." She continued. "1. Write down what you think about your Govt. and try to think screwing it. 2. Block the busiest road in the city. Though there is another way too but that is beyond the scope of this dream. But I can tell you off the record . Support Maoists." She suggested. I tried to convince her how much trouble I faced earlier when I tried to write something but in-vain. She suggested me to write something in Blogspot. I was wondering if she was getting any en-cashable credits form Blogspot. Anyways, at last I agreed to join and post something to Blogspot. And that's how I am here.
It was till last night, when I had the urge to write but hadn't enough cause to publish. Last night I had a dream, so far the dream of decade. I met Sister Mamta, the Goddess of Publicity in my dream. Like in many other dreams, I was trying to write something and stopped. Suddenly, Sister Mamta appeared and started to stir my inner-self. I didn't realize that she was there, I even didn't realize what was going on there in my inner-self... thought may be the Chicken Roll was messing with my digestive system, but the absence of enough ache made me clear that what was going in wasn't that simple or in-digestive. I look upwards and found Sister Mamta standing just before me. In one glance you can be sure how much effective Goddess she is. In white sari and green blouse she was looking a marvelous Goddess with some pimples allover her face. Perfect as a lady for an advertisement of a cleansing cream before using the cream. I could guess her estrogen might have dried up just after flowing for couple of hours. Her deadly look can dry any liquid particle flowing in your body as well. It took her a second to shoot first sentence to me "Hi Bro". Her voice was enough loud to awake my wife from her dream. I said "hey Sis. How are you and why you are here? I am quite happy."
"Happy? This you call happiness? Can't write even your thoughts! Look what your Govt. has made you in 32 years. No electricity, no water, no job only corruption." she burst.
I stayed silent as my turn was also robbed by her. "There are only two ways to drive your points home." She continued. "1. Write down what you think about your Govt. and try to think screwing it. 2. Block the busiest road in the city. Though there is another way too but that is beyond the scope of this dream. But I can tell you off the record . Support Maoists." She suggested. I tried to convince her how much trouble I faced earlier when I tried to write something but in-vain. She suggested me to write something in Blogspot. I was wondering if she was getting any en-cashable credits form Blogspot. Anyways, at last I agreed to join and post something to Blogspot. And that's how I am here.
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