Tuesday, December 25, 2012

purple

this love for you
is like this purple ocean
i drown in it
i die
i emerge again
and i smile

because such is this love
- this pond of purple hyacinth
you and i
we may drown, and survive therein
we may drown, and i may, die therein
it will still be there
purple as ever
smiling as ever




Thursday, December 20, 2012

and
wen u leave me, my fren
do not mek the world an excuse

our frenship is too great,
the world, but a small place

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

i m nt ur poet


no
do not look at me, donot question me
i m nt ur poet

tat gal sitting dere, sipping her wine
she is ur poet, she is ur poet
she oftn smiles, like she understands life
she often nods..
like she is nodding at life

and look at me
sitting here, ogling at her, dying at her smile
i m nt ur poet, i m nt ur poet
i m jus a guy in love wid her
she is ur poet, listen to her
she understands life

may be
one day
she wil teach me a bit about life
till den, i wil die at her smile
and if she at all refuses to make me her disciple
i wil die and further die
until i m saved by another smile
may b nt as beautiful as hers
may b much more beautiful den hers
dsnt matter to me..
a smile is a smile..it speaks of life
it speaks of so many unspeakable things i m med of
it speaks of so mny unspeakable thngs i wil die for

actualy, i m jus an unspeakable atom
or may be an unspeakable molecule
surely, i m nt ur poet
i m a part of the unspeakable society
donot listen to me, listen to her, she is ur poet
and if u donot like me..
donot come and say so to me..i am nt ur poet
if u donot like me..
go to her..
she is ur poet, she is ur poet.
i m nt ur poet, excuse me!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

hold me

hold me
like u hold ur sin
close to ur heart
and never to part

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

in a day or two

in a day or two
we will become thinner
we will redo ourselves
we will buy new clothes
- we will not fit into earlier saggy ones

we will hit the gym
and just strut and moan
because we do not need to work out more
we will just be a part of the "see you can slice tomato on my tummy" regime
all, in a day or two, in a day or two, the world can bet a dime!

we will go to fancy places and just nibble
and look down on all who gobble
we will not utter a word, but our actions will say
you are a pig, and if you gobble like this, a pig you will stay
we will just sip the sparkling water
holding the glass with our perfectly toned fingers

all in a day or two, all in a day or two, dear friends
and such is the prospect, its a crime to not make ammends
so lets meet today when the day is over
and each order that legendary burger
lets gulp it down with the best cocktails
and have some finger fries, on the trail
let us be merry, let us be a gay
lets start the dance, let us all sway
you bring me cake, i will cook lasagna for you
because we all will be thinner in a day or two !!

Monday, December 3, 2012

lullaby

i eat my sleep
my dream
my hope 
my love
my faith
my memories

i chew them in my leisure
and let them grow on my bones and skin
heart, lungs, eyes, face, hair, kidneys, nails
and i grow tall, tall, talll
till i reach the moon

and then i eat the moon
and the stars
and get drunk on the clouds
and fly through them too,
till i reach the rainbow

the rainbow - 
its violet is just like the colour of my dream, when i dream of you  - my hyacinth dream
its indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red - the colours of your laughter
the black is missing - the colour of your eyes

i close my eyes and think of you
you, and your black eyes
i can almost touch you then
feel the dreams on your skin, eyes
i touch you gently
so that you do not wake up
    - i know, you are dreaming a lullaby
i hum it, silently..bit by bit
as i fall asleep too .












i sit by the river kali

in the evening
i sit by the river kali
i weep
i cry
i pull my hair, like
i am pulling out each bit of life left in me

the evening takes it leave
night comes and sits with me, by the river kali
i show it my scars
i weep
i cry
i pull my hair, like
i am pulling out every bit of darkness left in me
 - the night gets darker, 
the scanty stars, dimmer

slowly
from the river bank
i pick up my scattered grief
i pick up the bits of me, which had fallen away from me while i was weeping, crying
i hold all of them to my bosom - my grief and the scattered bits of me
and together we jump into the river kali

every evening
i drink my coffee,
and then, 
thus i think of the river kali




**kali is a river flowing through te state of karnataka



lapata

sau baar guzre apne gali se
phir bhi hum lapata hi rahein
tune jo bheji nahi thi chitthi
meri pata ne usike lifafe mein dum toda hai

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

i dream of you

in this city
i do not dream of you
i meet you
share my coffee, 
and an evening with you
but no,
i do not dream of you in this city

but often
my soul travels to another world
another city, same place as this
there 
we do not like coffee
so 
we just meet in the evening
and share our souls with each other

in that city, same as this
i dream of you



Monday, November 26, 2012

gaanth

jo khul jaaye gaanth toh dori,
jo bandhein rahein toh rishtey

Sunday, November 25, 2012

one fine day

one fine day
we would disagree
to everything we had already agreed upon

the smiles would not be such happy things
we would see the layers of sadness within them
the tears too would not be such a disaster
we would know, we were only hoping for things to be better...hence the tears

one fine day
we would agree
nothing had been worthwhile
and yet, everything a treasure


Friday, October 26, 2012

alzheimer's disease

now
i remember
only those jokes of yours
that could never make any of us laugh

how we ranted about them then
how we tried to escape them then
how we tried to escape them !

now all other memories have escaped
only they remain
as a cruel joke

i tell them to you now
and you burst out laughing - you are a kind soul
i know - now you donot remember them to be your own jokes

i too burst out laughing
because
its funny to see you laughing at your own jokes
you think i laugh because of alzheimer's disease
no dear, i am laughing at you

do you remember?
you always used to laugh at your own jokes
while we tried to escape them
how we tried to escape them !


now all other memories have escaped
only these jokes remain
as a cruel joke

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

pepsi

always,
lola ran
with nike on her feet.
but just doing it was not enough...
she wanted more

Sunday, October 21, 2012

journey

things take me to u
like i do not belong here anymore.
i come back each time,
drifting further apart from me

Saturday, October 20, 2012

aaj shaam

aaj shaam 
phir wapas aaya hai
ye chand, ye gham
aur teri ye justajoo

kabhi aisa bhi hua


aisa bhi hua kabhi
maine apne aap ko yu gale lagaya
ki samjho tujh ko khud mein pa liya
aur jee bhar ke roya

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

the witch's lament


the witch cried and twisted
trying to say the words not in her mind

she travelled dark woods
and nightmares
…in search

blue rivers turned black
as she crossed them

undithered
she travelled across -
towards the heap of rubbles -
in search of words,
as cold as the deserted stones

at midnight stroke
the fairy godmother will come,
turn her to a fairy once again.
she must find the words to stop this.
the witch cried and twisted
trying to say the words not in her mind
trying to not say the words in her mind !

Sunday, September 23, 2012

joba phool

baari'r
joba phool paah
raati
aru olop besi ronga jen hoi

thik tetiyai
jun tuwe
naak muhari muhari tololoi naami aahe...
aru kothal gos jupa't auji auji
joba paah sai sai cigaret hupe

laaj'ote joba paah aru olop ronga pore

rong dekhi unmad picasso
ghohi ghohi ronga soki aru ronga kore
ekhon nimontroni sithi di thoi jai mondir'ot -
sithi'r xironama: woman in a red armchair

purohit'or montro't aboddho kali guxani
mondir'ot usspisai thake spain jabo nuwari

oboxekh'ot
putou jonmi
jun tuwe
ronga joba paah singi aane
aaru
kali guxani'r haat'ot guji thoi jai

thik tetiyai
picasso'r ronga soki'r
aasol ronga rong tu futi uthe

jun tuwe xekh cigaret tu xekh kori
akou akaakh'oloi ubhoti jai

baari khon'ok di thoi jai
pun'or ubhoti naaha'r eta misa protishruti !

rain drunk

the coffee i sip turns into tea
inside my mouth
gradually

i sit by the window
watching the rain
the tea flows through me
like the rain water flowing by my garden

the coffee remains stuck in my head
like the clouds in the sky - struggling not to rain anymore

i sip my wine once again 

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

distracted

distracted
i forget to be astray

the path is moonlit
i search for darkness

i dismiss the sea
my tears are more saline,
suits me better

just before
jill comes tumbling
i stop her
carry her pail
and pour it back to the sea
to return the favour
of the last twenty years


the ungrateful sea
recedes away
its pride is hurt

refused by the sea
i look up
the sky is moonlit
no clouds
there will be no rain tonight


disappointed
i close my torn umbrella


the street lamp 
suddenly turns off
all is dark

and there was no moonlight
only electricity


distracted
i again forget to be astray

the moonless sky starts raining
distracted
i once again forget to be astray 

and now
everywhere i go
i go astray

the moon remains hidden behind my torn umbrella



Tuesday, September 11, 2012

...

half the moon and a bit more
for you
and all your favourite colours too, for you
i carry, as i walk beyond myself

your fists are clenched -
in refusal
i pry them open, finger by finger
ten moments of lifetime memories!
i touch them
as if i touch my life again

i slid the half and more moon on your finger
it fits like the perfect ring
i put down your favourite colours by your bedside
they look like the perfect dream

then
i walk beyond myself, and away from you


Friday, August 31, 2012

trail


in the morning hours
i beckon you
to come with me
and stroll by the green

together, we take out the blue
and return it to the sky

later
tired of the blue
the sky rains

you pick up the blue
from the wet grass.
you return home
I follow you

we leave behind a trail
one step blue…
one step rain…
one step green…
one step sky…

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

the inverted umbrella


sometime
in her blue and yellow frock
happy as a five year child
she turns cart wheels,
she turns upside down
and catches all the rain
while i remain sleeping by.
...
sometime
she hides the rain below my pillow
and later, in a silver dream, i swim in it
sometime
i wake up
when she sprinkles them on me
like the morning sunshine


Thursday, August 9, 2012

the rain is inside

always
in the sunny afternoon
when 
the children play at the park
the wives bargain hard for the bangles
and the man steps out to breath a smoke,
i hurry home
wet and cold
----
and they wonder


always
in the sunny afternoon
i wrench my drenched soul
and lay it out in the lawn to dry

----
and they wonder


always
in the sunny afternoon
when i visit my neighbour
and sit for a cup of tea with them
the smell of rain soaked soil floats around

----
and they wonder


they do not know
always
the rain is inside






Friday, August 3, 2012

yellow

that day
i had made the world a little yellow
and had tried my steps on it
and later,
tired and scared,
i had run away to you.


now 
as i go away
i leave behind my yellow footprints with you


and ever
if the night is a tad too dark
follow them
for they will again lead you to sunshine





Monday, July 30, 2012

butterfly dreams

the butterfly dreams crawl by
and slowly moves towards a yellow dawn

in the meanwhile

the night takes twisted turns in its caterpillar length
till the day breaks out as murky moth

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Thursday, July 19, 2012

55 word story 2

Aphrodisiac


Chocolate, viagra, alcohol, oyster, psychoanalysis. She tried all. Finally she gave up. She realized that without love, nothing works.

He gave up on love the day he realized it is not an aphrodisiac. 

Theirs is a happy marriage; they were compatible in their mutual absence of love for each other.

Forbidden

Husband: Do you love him?
Wife: No, its forbidden. 




Scream



She screamed out loud. She wanted to move away, move out of the room. But fear had her paralyzed. The servant was in the next room but he didnot hear her; her loud screams were silent. Fear had taken away her voice.

She stood there, screaming silently.

The cockroach kept staring at her nonchalantly.


Damage

Priya: How dare you! I needed the job badly; otherwise I would have never slept with you. I have a good character.

Boss: Baby, there is this thing about character. Once sold, always on sale. Tonight. 9 p.m.

Priya mentally calculated that she would still have some time to go shopping with her boyfriend.


Possibility


Chandan, Kalyan, Amar, Bijay and two crates of beer. And an endless discussion.


An endless discussion on the smile Seema passed Bijay today. What could the smile possibly mean? This is a matter of life and death and they need to figure it out !


Indifference 1

Her husband did not love her. She was okay with it; love anyways happen only in romantic flicks. She wanted to know if he was also indifferent to her. If so, she will file for divorce.


She left tell tale signs of the afternoon affair with her neighbour all over their bedroom and went shopping.


Envy


"They leave behind their lazy habits for you! They meet you in their best behaviour and best dress!"


" And when I am around, they spend half the time sleeping! And the rest of the time, stinking !


" Its like..people are wooing you and ignoring me! I envy you !"


What sunday said to monday.



Indifference 2

Blue is her favourite; green her husband's. She asked the green dress to be billed and hurried home to remove all trace of her illicit affair.

She suddenly realized that she is too much in love with her husband to face his indifference.

And thus love spoilt another well thought of attempt at sane life.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

55 wordstory

mouth




She opened her mouth.

And shut it again and put down the chappati she was about to eat. If this rain continues, this chappati will be the only food for her one year child tomorrow.

She wished she had not kept her mouth shut when people were asking her the name of her child's father.

fire

She remembered again the way he had looked at her yesterday; it's obvious he loves her as much as she loves him. Then she put to fire the love letter she had written him.

Sometime, the best love stories are the one which never happened. And now, there's will always be on fire.



fairytale

She knew he was cheating on her. But every day, she sends him to office with a warm kiss on his lips.

Every night she puts her kid to sleep with the story of the frog who was turned to a prince by a warm kiss.


train

Her train is at 5.45 p.m. I really need to hurry if I want to see her this last time. I entered a CCD and ordered a Cappuccino. I took my first sip at 5.45 p.m. The sip felt like the first puff of a long waited smoke. 

A train of memory began its journey.




Thursday, July 5, 2012

"you n me, i this beautiful world"

the sunlit shadow of love in ur eyes
beckons me to you in a thousand way
a thousand and one time i go to you
a thousand and many time i return back
a thousand and so many time you call me again
a thousand and so many time i run to you again

now the path between you and me has lost its way..
whichever turn i take, it leads me to you
while coming back to me, i find you again

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

eye-opener

and suddenly
as love blindfolds me
and takes me to moonlit places
the unseen becomes seen, green
the unknown, known, yellow
the silence, a beautiful song !

banana peel

aah!
tat phase in love
wen we happily step on a banana peel
n kp hoping tat wings wud grow
b4 v reach th edge of the ground!

Saturday, June 30, 2012

true colour

one by one you throw your colours at me
one by one i wash them away
by the time the game is over
we both stand shamelessly colourless

sometime

sometime
the river of my grief is too deep
and this city too small to hold it all
then the skyscrappers drown in ivory tears
while i drift aimlessly in my silver bathtub

fawkes

my heart had to be broken precisely this way
before the soul could seep through the cracks again
like the night has to give itself away at the perfect hour
before the sun can claim it again 

till then the stars silently mourn the brave heart
while the pale moon gets ready to die

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ebhaag dukh
ebhaag mrito xondhiya
aaru ebhaag kola suli're
kotkotiya koi bandhi thuwa mur dighol beni...

nisthur xomoy'e
baare baare
beni'r ronga fita khuli thoi jai...

dreams

in the dark hour
as the stars close their eyes one by one
so my dreams light up one by one.

at such nights
the sky is my mind
my dreams, the shining stars

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as we silently carry the sea in us
...drop by drop i give away
river by river u give back...

Facebook, Public Opinion and the Environment



Why do we need to create public awareness and public opinion? Can these change the society? Can these save the environment? Can all these blogs, videos, etc on environment, nature, etc. actually save the earth?

Well, I believe they can. And today I want to share a short story.

The story started in February 2004 when a friendly giant was born. A big giant it was and to live and grow bigger, it needed a lot of foods. It ate all the trees it could see around itself and kept growing happily. But nature suffered; people working for environment started getting worried. And one day, one such worker wrote a petition to the giant saying that instead of eating the green trees, it can start to sustain on alternative food. Many people read the petition and signed it. Some people say that the giant had a change of mind by itself; some say public opinion changed its mind. The fact remains that the giant decided to change its food habits and slowly it started to get itself accustomed to alternative food.

Well, the social network giant, facebook was launched in February, 2004. Needless to say, due to its nature of operation, it consumed a lot of electricity. This was a concern to the environment. By 2010, Facebook and its creator, Mark Zuckerberg had to face severe criticism from Greenpeace, one of the most famous environmental organizations of our time. It was in 2010, that Facebook finally announced its mission of “going green”. It added a site “Green on Facebook” (https://www.facebook.com/green) which admits that with millions of Facebook users in its kitty, Facebook can play a unique role in promoting efforts to achieve a sustainable future.

Also, in November, 2011, Facebook announced that its Prineville data center in Oregon has received LEED Gold Certification from the U.S. Green Building Council, with the company noting that the facility (which recaptures 100 percent of rainwater, includes a solar array and uses cool air from outside the building to reduce heat) uses 38 percent less energy than comparable facilities. And this was just the beginning; after that Facebook had many such good news to share.

In the end, I would like to share that famous video by Greenpeace: “Facebook: Unfriend Coal”. This video was launched in September 2010. The following November, Facebook announced its decision to go green.

This is an interesting video; do watch it.

And in the meantime; keep spreading the awareness. Mother Earth needs it.


Tuesday, June 19, 2012

wings

in my dream
the wings keep growing
till i fly away to you

its only when i perch in your heart
that they become what they are..
..the imagination of a drunk soul

Monday, June 18, 2012

silent sperm

bohu din'or pora
eta pitol'or murti' rup'e
ekhon xundor thapona't
puhi raakhisu tumak

saki dhup jolai tumak ghorosiya korisu
oporajita, podum'ere tumak puhoniya korisu
xonkho bojai tumak xaaxon korisu
boot, moog di tumak boxotiya korisu

thik jen tumi 
porohi kini anaa
mamoni hotor bhatou tu he !

aaji bhatou tuwe maat dhorise
good-morning good-morning gaaboloi xikise
ki je xundor eta "mahol"or srishti hoise

tumar xos'ote saage kiba xaanghatik gondogul ! 
aajiu tumi nirbaak nimaat
kali'r pora moiu okol bhatou he puhim




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down the road
just past the darkest corner
shyly stands
the owner's pub


inside
the customers
proudly fights, laughs
fights back
cries out in pain as he steps on the broken glass
swears ungodly words at anyone who cares to hears
boasts of his love affair with that shop girl
and asks for more drink
before he goes back home
whistling a happy song of his youth


the owner's pub
shyly stands
holding all this




up the road
just past the holy church
proudly stands
the rich man's house


inside
the wife
stifles a cry as she reads 
her husband's secret affair with the maid
and then secretly calls the doctor
to make sure that the maid does not deliver
and later
gulps down a cup of poison
the same doctor brings her back to life
the husband asks the maid to go away
calling her too candid to be anyone's maid
the maid goes away before the sun and
the wife rises
the wife wakes up next day
as if nothing has happened
and goes to the park to gossip about her neighbour's cat
only her handkerchief mysteriously remains wet
the rich man's house
proudly stands
holding all this




Thursday, June 14, 2012

thikona hin

thik ene eta muhurto
jetiya dhoribo bujibo nuwari
pani khini niyor ne borokhun ne sokupani
thik xei muhurtote tumi ubhoti juwa

tumar thikona moi pahorisu
khali monot aase tumar duwar'or rong neela
khirki bur xeujiya, neela porda're dhaka
tumar thikona moi pahorisu
monot aase
tumar soku juri kola

neela bisarisu akaah'ot, sokupani't
duburi bon'ot jiliki thake niyor
niyor'or maje maje xeujiya bisarisu
gumutha dawor'or borokhun'or maajot
tumar soku'r kola khini bisarisu

kintu
thik ene eta muhurto
jetiya dhoribo bujibo nuwari
pani khini niyor ne borokhun ne sokupani
thik xei muhurtote tumi ubhoti juwa






Monday, June 11, 2012

random

we all have our burdens; some carry them with understanding and acceptance; some with complaints and reluctance. this is where all the difference is made; some live; some just imitate life. and its a very rare moment when we can differentiate one from the other; this is why the game is always on !

bixakto xopun

mokora jaal
ekhon bixaal morokra jaal
mur ghor, duwar, phool'or bagan
bondhu bandhob, mod'r dukaan
paro dujoni, rasta'r kukur tu
aaru mur atma
xokolu fosi aase ei jaal khonot
bhumikompo aahile aami xokoluwe ekeloge jukar khaisu
bohorkhun'ot eke loge juruli jupuri hoisu
rod'ot pani bisari ekeloge hotax hoisu


mokora tu put khai aase mur gaaru'r tolot !




Tuesday, June 5, 2012

riverdale railway station

in the riverdale railway station
others try not to cry
you try hard to smile
and so each train pass by



her shoes
they specially smell of wet rain
as she waits for the last train

expiry date

earlier 
all my fingers were not enough
the stars were not enough
the grasses were not enough
tears and smiles were not enough


it was never - ending
i would count and count
the end would still be far away


now the fingers of my hands are enough
and the thumbs and one little finger still remains extra



Monday, June 4, 2012

recycle

i play with the sun
i play with the moon
i play with the stars, the trees, the rivers, the seas
the hills, the mountains, the oceans, the sky
the wind
the grass
and the stream that flows by my little village




and all day long
they whisper madly
"we are the original green toys -
recycle us -
or tomorrow you won't have any to play with"

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

hostolipi

tumar haatot emuthi kuwoli !
douri douri aahisu tumar usoroloi


haate haat dhori ekeloge khuj kaarhim aami - 
bojare bojare, xomaje xomaje...


haate haat dhori ekeloge khuj kaarhim aami - 
xokolure alusona- xomalusonai...


aaru xokolure maajot olop olop bilai dim
tumi puhi rokha kuwali'r xitolota,
roi juwa khini jaapi lom 
amaar buku't


douri douri aahi tumar haat thaap maari dhorisu
kintu eiya je kuwoli nohoi
tumar haatot eiya
moraxaali bisoron kori oha emuthi dhuwa !


etiya bilai furisu
bojare bojare, xomaje xomaje, 
xokolure alusona- xomalusonai
ejaak kesema kesem durgondho'r gorom botah
aaru roi juwa khini jaapi jaapi xaajisu
tumar mur mukhagni'r sita 





The Persian Worry



“A sudden decline of the birds was noticed since 1995. Surveys in different parts of India carried out by the Bombay Natural History Society (BNHS) proved that the vulture population, especially the Indian white-backed, long-billed and slender-billed ones had declined by more than 99.9 per cent.” – 12 Feb 2011

The Persians, in many ways, are quite different from the followers of other religions. What deserves special mention is that they do not bury or burn the body of their dead ones; it is against their religious ethics to pollute the air, water, earth or fire while performing ones last rites. Instead they have tall towers called “tower of silence” where they put up the bodies of the dead – to be eaten up scavenger birds like vultures. But there has been a nose dive decline in vulture population in the recent times which has made the performance of this ritual quite a difficult task for the Persians. The problem is of such paramount importance to them that they have now started captive breeding vultures in an attempt to solve this issue.

Vultures, because of their food habit, act as a natural cleanser of the environment. But with reduced number of vultures, disposing of dead body has become a problem. Also, they are a competitor to the feral dogs. But with less number of vultures, the population of feral dogs is rising rapidly leading to rise in incidence of rabies.

The chief suspect behind this mayhem is the Non – Steroidal Anti-Inflammatory Drugs (NSAIDs), Diclofenac which compared to other NSAIDs is cheaper and hence widely used for treatment of livestock. Vultures which feed on dead bodies of livestock earlier treated with Diclofenac are believed to suffer from diseases like Kidney failure, Drooping Neck Syndrome and Avian Malaria. This Diclofenac is one of the major reasons for unknown deaths of vultures. Ofcourse, Diclofenac is banned. Ofcourse it is widely used; as said, it is cheaper than its safer counterparts.

Also, cutting of trees, specially the Ficus (peepal) tree and Shimalu trees, which are the favourite nesting sites of this bird, has also affected its population. The sadder story is that these trees are cut down mostly because vultures nest on them and the superstitious local people want to get rid of this ‘dirty” and “unlucky” bird. The irony is that because of people’s superstitions, not only the vultures but economically and ecologically valuable trees also suffer.
Irony does not end here. Earlier, people used to leave dead animals in open fields for vultures to eat them. But with decline in vulture population, to avoid foul smell, people now prefer to bury dead animals. Thus the remaining vulture population is left with scarcity of food, leading to their further decline!
But are vultures actually dirty birds? Because vultures live on carcasses, many of us regard it as a big, old, dirty bird. But we cannot be more wrong! If we notice, we will find that most vultures have almost no hair on their head. So though their head often gets smeared with blood etc. of the carcasses they eat, one or two dip in the nearby pond is enough to make their bald head as clean as ever. They are not just clean birds; these birds also keep our vicinity clean! But we human beings are always slow at understanding others help!

Innovative “vulture restaurants” are proposed to combat this food scarcity of vulture. These “restaurants” could be a part of a field near slaughter houses or some designated places where villagers may be asked to keep their dead animals instead of burying them. The first vulture restaurant was set up in South Africa in 1966. Maharashtra is to set up five vulture restaurant soon; one has already opened for its customers (http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-01-25/nagpur/30662409_1_vulture-population-vulture-conservation-programme-vulture-species )

We can do so many things. Stop using dicofenac. Start captive breeding of vulture; it can be quite successful (http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-05-29/flora-fauna/31887551_1_vulture-population-vibhu-prakash-diclofenac). Start disposing the dead bodies of livestock in the open. Stop cutting down the nesting trees of vultures. And those, on whom reasoning do not work, they may just care to remember that Jatayu, who once helped Rama in the rescue of Sita, was but the king of vulture. Can we have a bit more reverence for this divine bird please?



Monday, May 28, 2012

THE HOLY PEEPAL TREE, ETC.


Is conservation of nature a way of life for us? It may sound a bit surprising but the answer is more a yes than a no. Yes, we cut trees, waste water and pollute the air with our cars. But sometime, we also participate in conservation of nature, though may be unknowingly. Let me make my point clear. Every time we pass by that neighbourhood peepal tree, we do a pranam. Yes, the tree boasts of a trishul placed by some holy saint long back and we are devotees of Lord Shiva. So we pay our tribute each time we pass by it. But let us look at this subject of our everyday worship a bit more closely.
India has thousands of such holy peepal trees spread in our cities and villages and towns. Now it is interesting to note that these peepal trees (Ficus Religiosa) are actually endemic to the Indian sub-continent (i.e Ficus trees are found only in the Indian sub – continent) and has great ecological and medicinal significance. Various parts of this tree is used in traditional medicine for about 50 types of disorders including asthma, diabetes, diarrhea, epilepsy, gastric problems, inflammatory disorders, infectious and sexual disorders. This is a tree that bears fruit all-round the year, thus supplying a continuous supply of food to the wildlife of the place where it is flourishing. Besides, it is home to many birds and animals like squirrels. This aspect of the tree assumes great importance specially in a city where wild life habitat and wildlife food are scarce. And such is our way of life that by attaching a religious sentiment to the peepal tree, we have always tried to ensure that these trees are not cut down.
This recent news, published on 22nd of May 2012 in an English daily called Greater Jammu proves the point:
“Jammu, May 22: Cutting of a 'Peepal' Tree at Cremation Ground sparked protests by various organizations including political, social and religious. Greater Jammu in its Tuesday's edition published a news item under the title 'Cutting of 'Peepal' in cremation ground evokes resentment' following which various bodies and associations were today up in arms in one voice.
The protestors including the Rashtrawadi Shiv Sena today expressed anger against 'Sewa Samiti' and Jammu Municipal Corporation (JMC) for allegedly hurting sentiment of the community. (http://www.greaterjammu.com/2012/20120523/state.html)

It is difficult to belief that the importance of these trees and their “sacredness” is a mere coincidence. Generally it is seen that species which give value oriented services to the ecology, economy and the community of a region are deemed as sacred by the people there. Of course, on the face value of it, their belief is not steered by any economic or ecological perspective; rather the whole guiding force for the people has always been religious.

This kind of ecological ethos are most common among the tribal people of the country. The North East region of India is home to many tribal and ethnic groups. The religious practices and folklores of most of these indigenous societies maintain a conservationist ethos which in turn has helped them to sustain their base of natural resource. There is the famous example of the Sacred Groves of Meghalaya. The trees in this grove are considered holy by the local people and it is believed that bad luck will befall the person who harms these trees. According to local belief, one, however does not face any harm if they utilize assets of such sacred groves (say, eat a fruit, etc.) right at the spot but it is considered ominous to carry the assets away from the sacred spot. Also, interestingly, if one unknowingly breaks the religious code, no harm will strike him. Such beliefs, no doubt, endear the concept of sacred groves to its immediate influence circle.
This kind of conservationist religious sentiment is not confined to the plant kingdom alone. A cursory look at our mythology will prove the point. The rat and the elephant are associated with Lord Ganesha, the owl belongs to Goddess Lakshmi, the swan is always seen with Goddess Saraswati, Goddess Durga is incomplete without her ferocious lion, the bull and the snake are the favourite of Lord Shiva, the cow is the friend of Lord Krishna, and so goes on the list. We hold these animals sacred and are opposed to harm them because their partners are our Gods.

We Indians are religious people and since ages, religion has made a conservationist out of us. What we need to do is consciously realize the conservationist sentiment behind our religions and try to incorporate them with greater meaning and greater role in our daily life.


sonagachi, etc

money can buy so many things
that some time i fear
i can sell everything


and then i remember
money and me
we are old enemies


we had our first fight
when my mom sold me off to aunt
i was bought for just two hundred bucks
i was angry, i am atleast worth a crore (tai na?)
i did not talk with money for a year and a half
but i live and cry and breathe
and i was too hungry finally
so
that time 
money won the fight




we had our second fight
when my aunt sold me off to my manager
now i do not mind being sold off
i mean, after the first time, 
i am now kind of okay with it
but i do not like this manager
three of his girls were murdered last month
thats why
he was giving a better price
my aunt could not resist
(she gets hungry too, you see)
and money again won the fight
that time
i did not talk with money for three  nights


since then,
we have been having our fights
we fight
i do not talk
money wins
i eat my dinner


each night
i lose to money


each night
i am on sale
because some one always has the money


each night
i am all yours
because you always have the money




yes
everything is on sale
but you cannot kiss me


yes
each night i am all yours
but you cannot kiss me


this is how i fight money !
this is how i still have a soul - untouched by money !

Sunday, May 27, 2012

tigers

tigers are bad
they eat us
but we still need to save them, my mom says
it is called conservation, my mom says
i ask my mom:
but tigers are big and bad and strong
no one can harm them
so from whom should i save it?
and then mom tells me an interesting story
i never  knew but we man are also strong
strong, big and sometime bad
very bad actually, my mom says
and we man kill tigers.
so i tell mom not to worry
i will kill men who kill tigers
but mom says killing is bad
i will just have to stop those men, without killing them
this is a bit difficult, i think
i am small and big bad men will not listen to me, i think
but i have one idea and mom says it is a good idea
so i write a letter to all good big strong man
and ask them to talk to those bad men
and stop them from killing tigers
today as i sleep
i pray for the good big strong men
and i hope
tomorrow they speak to all bad men
and stop them from killing tigers


tumar naamei prem !

hazaar baar tumar prem'ot porisilu
ebaaru tumar prem'or pora ulai nopora ke !


prem enekuwai
gaan bur xekh hoi jaai
smriti'r rumonthon xekh hoi jai
prem akou aahi uposthit hoi urai ghurai !



tumi enekuwai
gaan bur xekh hoi jaai
smriti'r rumonthon xekh hoi jai
tumi akou aahi uposthit huwa urai ghurai !


tumar naamei prem !


Thursday, May 24, 2012

dark hours

in those dark hours
when silence strikes the soul as a loud noise
the moth of dark thoughts
dies its last flutter
and lies in death - 
beneath 
the creeks of voices stifled 
all day long


in those dark hours
when silence strikes the soul as a loud noise
alights a light
from the stricken soul
and a glow worm slowly raises its head
from beneath
the creeks of voices stifled 
all day long


in these dark hours
we face the mirror
and cry for ourselves


in this dark hours
we face the mirror
and fall in love with ourselves





Wednesday, May 23, 2012

junkyard 2


bondho kutha'r bhitor'ot
kebol cigaret'or dhuwa he xumabo pare
xei kutha'r pora baahiroloi
kebol cigaret'or dhuwa he ulai aahe


kutha'r bhitor'ot 
xopun'e atmohoitya kore
kutha'r baahir'ot
usor suburiyai porosorsa kore


khirki'r bhanga aaina
ceiling'r mokorajaal
rong erai juwa wall
aaru ghor'r maalik - 
xokoluwe jotno kori gutei khini pahori thake ...




Tuesday, May 22, 2012

untitled

as i drag forward
first my left foot
then my right foot
through the sand
the sea goes back a little more


for
many days, many nights
i drag ahead

for
many days, many nights
the sea recedes hurriedly


and thus one day
the sea reaches the sky
this is the day
the sea and the sky becomes one
this is the day
i shrug off the sand from my feet
and fly in the sky


till today
the sea has not left the sky
i know so
because i have tasted the tears in your eyes





akou borokhun, akou jhinti

ketiyaba
borokhun jaak jen ejaak junaki poruwa
bohu duroloi mon uruwai loi jai


ketiyaba borokhun jaak
ehaal ui'r nisina
kolija'r kaath ruki ruki khai

Thursday, May 17, 2012

if josephus daniels were an atheist

after the thousands of devotees had left
and after the offered flowers had withered
came in the atheist
in search of a quiet place to read his book


god came up to him,
sat beside him and turned his pages for him
and quietly whispered:
"the greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do"


the atheist looked up
smiled and said
i still do not believe in god
you are just the ghost of walter bagehot



Tuesday, May 15, 2012

dreams

and in that dim corner
where i meet and talk with myself
i have hidden my dreams


they remain piled up in the darkest spot
away from all curious eyes, and nose
away from the sun that rises
and asks me to wake up, and stop dreaming


away from you
who do not believe in these dreams


i carry this dimness, pregnant with dreams 
in the kohl of my eyes


and when i meet you at  the corner road
i only smile 
so that tears do not wash away
the dreams that i carry within


hyacinth dream

your steps are like dream
light and fragrant

or may be
my dreams are like your coming to me
light and fragrant
and beautiful

sometime
in my dream
you are a pond full of water hyacinth

and sometime
you come to my dream
crossing this pond of hyacinth

each morning i wake up
with my bosom full of purple sunshine

Friday, May 11, 2012

parasite

jun tu je laahe laahe baarhe
aakou maaje maaje komi jai
mur dukh'or xote taar mitiraali
mur sokupani bur xi gili gili khai


besi sokupani pet'ot xumaale
xi gongatup jen fuli jai
mur oshru baan taakor hole
xi kaasi tu hoi gaan gai


xeyehe

jun tu laahe laahe baarhe
aakou maaje maaje komi jai


Thursday, May 10, 2012

chewing gum

tuponi khini eta chewing gum
xodai raati
duwaor'or tolor faakere eta ojogor xumai aahe
paakoit saal'ere xi chewing gum tukura butoli loi
aaru
subai subai khaai
(chewing gum bule taar priyo khaidyo)
moi roi thaaku room'or daati't
roi thaku ketiya ojogor tuwe chewing gum tukur mukhor pora pelai dibo
taar paasot
jutha chewing gum butoli moi tuponi jau


hoi, mur tuponi khini eta jutha chewing gum

Monday, May 7, 2012

night

i picked my fork
the silver one
then picked up 
the choicest piece of moon with it
a solid chunk of silver it was.


silver clashed with silver
it dazzled my heart
a tear or two rolled down.
i do not remember surely 
whether they were the sad or the happy tears.
sometime, happiness and sadness are just the same
they make you cry and smile at the same time.
i smiled up at you.


and then
quickly i
gulped down the moon
with a bottle of wine
aged by the cool breeze of the night.


memories became stars 
and kept shining all around 

Sunday, May 6, 2012

aboddho

moi akaah bogau junak bisari
pahori jau
tumi neela shirt'r pocket't 
butam maari thoi disa
xeujiya pahaar'or sinaki junbai joni !

Friday, May 4, 2012

odhoirjyo

imaan doura douri ke tumi ubhoti gola !
ekhon sithi'r uttor napautei gusi gola!
kintu thikei, tumi xodai odhoirjyo -
tumi xodai odhoirjyo !
monot asene..kimaan hulosthul kori tumi iyaat xumai aahisila
iyaar pora aaha egaal xobdoi
tumaak baare baare haat baul di maatisil
iyaare naas gaan haahi otto-haahi mondir'r xonkho, uruliye
tumak taate thakibo nuwara korisil
aaru tumi xokolu niyom kanun bhaangi
xaat maah noi houtei aahi uposthit hoisila
tumaar aai'r xidina bor kosto hoisil !
aaru aaji 
ekhon onuttor sithi'r
kulahol'r xunyotaat
akou odhoirjyo hoi
tumi ekekube ulai gola
obolombon maathu edaal sipjori
tumar aai'r ajiu bor kosto hoise !


kintu tumi sinta nokoriba
moi teo'k bujai kom
tumi je xodai odhoirjyo  - 



puhor

puhor'ot bhekur laagile
thik jimaan khini ondhokaar hoi
xeikhini ondhokaar'or amej'ot 
koru jug, biyug, bhaag, puron
aaru joto ji bikhlekhon


tonno tonno koi khusori sau 
tumar, mur, xihotor soku, naak, kaan, mon
tej ulai, sokupani ulai
sokupani ulai, tej ulai
xeiyai ejauli ejauli aani
aakou puhor dhui nika koru


taarpasot
bhekur hin puhor khini
aalphul koi aani
xuwoni kutha't xojai thou

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

untitled

moi nau meli diu


ure raati
mehg junbai, maas, kaaso
aaru ojoshro xopun otikrom kori
teo'r usoroloi kaakh saapi aahi thaaku


moi nau meli diu
karon duror pora teo'r asol khon noi jen dekhi

byebodhaan

kobita buli kole tumi ki buja
kobita buli kole moi ki buju
aaru ei bujabuji'r maajor paarthokyo khini - 
eiyai amaar hridoy'or byebodhaan

closed door

sometime i ran away as a deer, in fear
sometime i ran away as that red ant, in war
sometime i flew away as the blue bird, in search
sometime i flew away as time flies by, in habit


but each time i became myself
i again found myself waiting at the threshold
of that ivory painted closed door


smile

if i could have cried;
i would have
but i have spent all my tears - 
some spent well, some spent waste
now smiles are all i am left with
and so i smile
and so i smile back

epaah gulap'or xondhan'ot

tumak bisaari puwar paasot
edin epaah gulap bisaari habathuri khaisilu
agoteo
bohut'ok bohut gulap dilu
kintu ene epaah gulap prothom tumakei disilu .
eipaah mur mon'or baagisaa't phula prothom paah gulap
(ei mur mon bisaari je koto habathuri khaisilu!)


Tuesday, May 1, 2012

prem'or aan eta naam borokhun

borokuhon'ot
bhiji jai
ketiyaba ejaak junak raati
ketiyaba ehaal umaal xopun
aaru ketiyaba bhiji jau moi


thik jenekoi
tumar prem'ot dubi jai
ketiyaba ejaak junak raati
ketiyaba ehaal umaal xopun
aaru ketiyaba dubi jau moi


saage prem'or aan eta naam borokhun

prem maane

ketiyaba prem maane hoitu
byestota
monot thakiu pahori thaka protishruti
kulahol xomoi
osinaki kuwoli
aaru duta sinaki mon


sepia

i come back from the taj mahal alone
you follow me in sepia memory


aatmogupon

ekhila boga kagoj'or bukut
eiya mur aatmogupon


aatmogupon - 
office'oloi juwa ojoshro nor-naar'ir pora
metric't fail kora lora tur pora
metric'ot prothom bibhag'ot uttirno huwa suwali joni'r pora
(tyr kaali biya, apunaluk'e jen aaxirbaad kon diye dei ! )
aatmogupon -
baki khaboloi bhoi khuwa bonuwa tur pora
alzebra xikabo goi nijor ghor'or onko't juruli jupuli huwa
gaaon'r rothin maastor'r pora 


kobo paari
eiya mur aatmogupon
moi bhaal nupuwa kintu mur nijor 
ei xomaj khon'or pora
--
baa eiya hoitu mur aatmogupon
mur nijor pora !

ratipuwa

eta xundor ratipuwa
rod'r mitha aamej
barenda't bohi saah kaap'r opekkha - 
kobi'ye thikei koise
ketiyaba opekkha'u modhur !
taate akou mridu mridu boliya botah
juwa bosor ruwa gulap jupau aaji prothom baar'or baabe fulise
botah jaak'k gulap bur'e jen aaru amul mulai tulise
aaru thik tetiyai loi ahaaila tumi saah kaap
taaru ek xubaah botah't mili gol tot khonot - 
botah jaak bes motoliya jen laagise ei ratipuwa
aaru tetiyaai
bor aamej'ere luwa saah'r mur prothom sumuk


--


xokolu muhurtote xekh hoi gol
saah'ot jukh'ot ke esamus seni besi hol aaji !

Monday, April 30, 2012

snake

the unquenched thirst
it crawls all over the body,
like a snake.
and rests on my feet
--
so my feet take me
everywhere...
place to place
people to people
house to house
river to river
--
sometime i slip by them, like a snake
sometime they slip by me, like a snake

Sunday, April 29, 2012

the boy

the li'l boy
who wanted the whole world
only to himself
but was scared to sleep alone in his room

he has grown big and tall
now he is scared of the world,
never ventures alone
feels safe only when he is alone is his room
with all the lights switched on
...
people say
the world has grown faster than the boy