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       “If the radiance of a ten thousand suns

        were to burst into the sky

        that would perhaps be like

        the splendour of the Mighty One. “

On July 16 1945, when the first atom bomb was experimentally exploded in the desert of Alamogordo, New Mexico & as the stupendous conflagration lit up the entire sky, Robert Julius Oppenheimer, standing ten thousand yards away, began to hum spontaneously, the above lines from the Bhagavad Gita.

       Cutting down to the present day in the Indian context - the Left are out to prove a point with their ideology against “US Imperialism” with regards to the Indo-US nuke deal. I sometimes wonder what it is it that they are after? Is it a knee-jerk reaction that they are experiencing, especially since the US is involved or is it genuine concern for India’s sovereignity? Well, if its the latter I think they are trying to hoodwink the average Indian - what with one of their prominent comrades openly proclaiming support & apparent justification for China’s attack on India’s borders during the Indo-China war of 1962.

       They really need & could do with “The Mighty One”  someone who can show them the way out of the mess of ideologies that they have woven themselves into.

      I happened to catch up with a recent episode on Devil’s Advocate - a primetime show on CNN IBN, hosted by Karan Thapar. Couldn’t have asked for anything better! Check it out!

    Its been quite sometime that I thought about penning down something serious…but with motley happenings going on in the political amphitheater of the sub-continent, I guess this should be serious enough! What with the average Joe getting really excited & worked up on encountering the forbidden word!
   
     The publisher of some American porn magazine was faced with a dilemma - now that they had the full Monty where do they go next? Should they have X-Ray plates tinged with colours representing the human anatomy from up close? That perhaps is all there is to it - pornography does not need any external censor to block its existence; it self-destructs! It represents an impoverished sexual imagination. I am sure many of us “matured”  individuals would not be able to distinguish between pornography & erotica! Erotica essentially represents the complex cartography of desire, full of mystery, inviting endless exploration & admiration. Pornography on the other hand is a dumbed-down diagram leading to a cul-de-sac whose only aim is libidinal claustrophobia. Here’s a simple example to justify my claim: Contrast the nude with the naked. The nude is always cloaked in a veil of mystery perhaps accentuated by the inviolate anatomy of the model portrayed. The naked portrayed in the flickering images of a blue film or even a Nazi death camp are stripped of all self-possession, made into zombies, flesh turned to dead meat to be sold by the kilo as off a butcher’s hook.  

       What finally divides pornography & erotica is perhaps the test of time? We all remember having seen the Kamasutra, Lady Chatterly’s Lover or for that matter James Joyces’ Ulysses. But frankly, how many of us remember the last “Letters to Penthouse” article or for that matter the last blue film? In the end it boils down to the individual, very true, but how many of us would actually relish the very repulsive thought of recollecting instances from the Penthouse!

     Take the example of the much fashionable F-word - everyone is using it nowadays! Come to think of it, is it a lingual enrichment of our vocabulary or manifestation of erotica?

    I leave it at that…! Let me know what you guys feel about that! Adios!

Well, am back after a pretty long hiatus….the mind has not really got to wander of late & therefore a paucity of quality intellections, I guess!!

          Had been to NJ out of compulsion…but then am not here to regret it! It was here, in NJ that I got to experience my first interaction with a Pakistani - a Khan from Lahore, one evening!! Thought of penning down the excerpts of my conversation with him at his place in Lawrenceville, NJ.

Khan: “Good Evening, where you from?”

Me: “Evening, am from Kolkata , India…out here on work!”

Khan: “Oh I see, you are a bangali babu, is it? Kolkata…was that part of Bangladesh(East Pakistan) earlier?”

Me: “(wtf)!! Yes, I am a Bengali…oh no, Kolkata was never a part of Bangladesh!!”

Khan: “I see…so where do you work?”

Me: “Am working for Dow Jones out here…as an employee of Cognizant!”

Khan:” Ok…Software guy…eh!?! So, you must be watching Bollywood movies…?”

Me: “Yes, I do..but am not a regular at it!”

Khan:”You must have seen Rajesh Khanna in…Anand…Babu Moshai…(smiles)!!”

Me:”Yes, but not the whole movie..!”

Khan:” How about Pakeezah….don’t tell me you have not watched it!!…Man, Pakeezah was brilliant…Meena Kumari, Raj Kumar….Inshallah! When will we get to see another like that? Meena Kumari…she was what passion was all about!!”

Me:”I plead ignorance, Mr. Khan but have just heard of the movie…!”

Khan:” Hmmm….so are you a fan of SRK?”

Me:”(cursing him under my breath)…Oh not much…I would prefer Amir Khan, I guess..!!”

Khan:”(smiles)”

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Khan:”Its getting late…hope you liked the brownie..?”

Me:”It was awesome…wouldn’t mind dropping in for more!!”

Khan:”You are most welcome, my boy!! Good Night…Allah Hafeez..!”

Me:”Good night…Allah Hafeez!”

     Well, talk of confidence-building-measures (CBMs) between the two countries & all the parleys between our governments..!! That I guess, speaks volumes about the present scenario between the two countries..what with Kolkata being at one time a part of Bangladesh-which reflects the average Pakistani’s utter disregard for the territorial integrity of India…& his passion for Bollywood icons & their films. 

 

 

 

Oh N..!!

        I had kind of promised myself when I started off with my blog that it would be on concrete, rational stuff that I indulge in or would love to someday..!! Probably, the ”indulgence” part got/is getting the better of me for quite sometime now! Not that I am not enjoying it…but then I would rather not let it go too far..!! Well, out of all this came out :

                                                    Oh, N (sigh)
                                                   Oh, oh, oh, N
                               I can tell by the dimple on your chin
                     You’re in beautiful shape for the shape you’re in
                                            An’ I’m in shape for N

                                                      Oh, N
                                               Oh, oh, oh, N
                           When you wander inta my dreams at night
                               Your remarkable form is a pure delight
                                            I go, go, go for N

                                                        NN
                             You’re a little bit like ev’ry girl I’ve ever seen
                                Oh, your separate parts are not unknown
                            But the way you assemble them’s all your own

                            All yours and mine, dear N (yours and mine, dear N)

                                                                      Oh, N
                                                                 Oh, oh, oh, N
                                            Say you’ll wait for me out by the rocket base
                                               And we’ll both blast off into outer space
                                                           At oh, oh, oh-oh, N

                                                                       NN
                              Come away with me now in the rocket-propelled machine
                                        We’ll come home by the way of a drive-in spa
                                                Just a little this side of Shangri-La
                                     And there I’ll stay with N (there I’ll stay with N)
                                                          There I’ll stay with N 

     Now for all of you bewildered readers as to from where all this evolved, check this out! So much for indulgence & irrationality!

It had to happen. And it happened. But it happened so elegantly, so smoothly, so unabrasively that Marx, had he been alive, would have died of shock. Rest in Peace..!!

    Marx had a great apprehension about the future of Communism. In his much acclaimed, Manifesto of the Communist Party, he wrote, “A spectre is haunting Europe - the spectre of Communism. All the powers that be have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise the spectre: Pope & Czar, Metternich & Guizot, French radicals & German Police spies.”  In spite of his apprehensions Communism did survive & flourish in Europe. In fact it cost the Czar & his family their lives in the aftermath of the Bolshevik Revolution. Communism conquered half the world till 1991 when the death knoll was sounded by none other than Mikhail Gorbachev, the last of the mighty Soviet Premiers.

         In spite of his profundity & erudition, I am pretty sure that Marx had never estimated the suppleness of mind & skill of a Bangali Bhadrolok belonging to the priestly class of Bengal. Yes, Buddhadeb Bhattacharjee is doing exactly what Gorbachev did about a decade & half back. In an interview to an Indian daily not long back he said, “What we are practising here is Capitalism. Socialism cannot be created in the given situation even if we preach it. I am a realist & not a fool.” Bravo…! I am sure it is music of the highest octave to capitalists (read Opportunists) like me!! He repudiated the Marxian thesis that “The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggle. Freeman & slave, patrician & plebeian, in a word oppresor & oppressed stood in constant opposition to one another, carrying on an uninterrupted fight - a fight that ended either in revolutionary reconstitution of society at large or in the common ruin of the contending classes.”

        My sincere apologies to my readers if I sound a trifle trite after all these months, but if Singur & Nandigram are anything to go by in Bengal’s recent turbulence Mr. Bhattacharjee has denied the inherent contradiction between capital & labour by collaborating with Capitalists(read TATAs, SALIM Group) of the highest order. In doing so, he openly acknowledges the fact that erstwhile Marxists & Communists are nothing but prisoners of their own ideology, which perhaps is better off in bookshelves & debate motions. Its time perhaps CPI-M should read as Capitalists’ Party of India-Marketists!!

Of Soldiers & Heroes

General Douglas MacArthur once made this famous comment, “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.” He was probably talking about a time when honour, bravado, chivalry were facets to live for & die by. Not anymore, I guess.

   I came across this article in the newspaper a couple of days back of Captain Bana Singh , the only living Param Vir Chakra awardee today who happens to make do with a “princely” sum of Rs. 166 a month as honorarium from the state government of J&K.  General MacArthur couldn’t have been more apt…it is only today that Captain Singh is in the news. Am very sure our generation or even the generation of yore never heard of him & his breed.

      Then there was this issue of whether the serving chiefs of the armed forces(Army, Air Force & Navy) should be exempted from security frisking at the airports. Much to the anguish of every sane & rational Indian, the Ministry of Home Affairs turned down this petition filed by the Defence Ministry - citing reasons that this request might give rise to other “similar” requests from other quarters. To add insult to injury, our honourable politicians & MPs - who very often have a dubious background & in certain cases even there extended family members are exempted from this “ordeal”.

        Fathom this - Our government is not very comfortable trusting people who have been entrusted with the job of ensuring the country’s security!!!

         I met up with a close friend of mine from school after almost a decade! He is a Major in the Infantry arm of the Indian Army currently posted at the front. When I asked him for his comments on all this….he gave me a curt reply,” Writs, am not there to fight for my country, am there to ensure the safety of the men under my command!!” Incidentally, the credo of the Indian Military Academy goes like this “The safety, honour and welfare of your country come first, always and every time. The honour, welfare and comfort of the men you command come next. Your own ease, comfort and safety come last, always and every time.”

   The times they sure are a changin’…….!!

To Paradise & Back….

      It was exactly after a decade that I finally managed to make time for a proper vacation. City life & work does take its toll on you, especially when one fine morning you suddenly realise that you have been merely EXISTING & not LIVING a Life!

       I have always nurtured a “strong” weakness for the hills & so it was to the hills that we went! Shimla, Manali, Rohtang, Keylong…I guess I will never have enough of it!! 

  I wanted my snaps to do all the “writing”  for me &  so this should be it .

    

Dont know the reason, but I never fail to come across interesting snippets on the Bong! Serendipity, one might say…..!! Here is one I came across while archiving my inbox, couldn’t resist the temptation to put it up…enjoy!!

         A - is for office. This is the place where the average Kolkatan goes & spends a day hard(ly) at work. If he is in the Government (read Gor-ment) he will arrive at 10, wipe his forehead till 11, have a teabreak till 12, throw around a few files till 12:30, break for lunch at 1, smoke an unfiltered cigarette at 1:30, break for tea at 2:30, sleep sitting down at 4 & go home at 5. It’s a hard life.

   B - is for Bhision. For some reason most of the bongs do not have good bhision. In Kolkata, most people are wearing spectacles all the time. The effects are pretty much evident in the city.

C - is for Chappell. This is the Bong equivalent of the devil - the worst form of evil. At night, mothers put their impudent children to sleep saying, “Go to sleep, esle Chappell will come & take you away!” 

D - D is for Debashish. By an ancient law every fourth Bengali Child has to be named Debashish. So you have a Debashish everywhere and as an effort at creativity and distinguishing one from another they might also be called Deb, Debu, Deba, Debo with other variations like Debnath and Debprotim thrown in.

E - is for Eeesh. This is a very common Bengali exclamation made famous by Aishwarya Rai in the movie Devdas. It is estimated that on an average a Bengali uses ‘eeesh’ 10,089 times every year. (That’s counting eeesh and other eeesh-ish words).

F - is for Feesh. These are creatures that swim in rivers and seas and are a favourite food of the Bengalis. Despite the fact that a fish market has an overpowering and overwhelming odour, it takes but a sniff for a Bengali to determine if a fish is all right. If not he is liable to say ‘eeesh what feeesh is theesh!’

G - is for Good name. Every Bengali boy will have a good name like Debashish or Debopratim and a pet name like Shontu, Chontu, Dinku while every Bengali Girl will be Paromita or Protima as well as Shampa, Champa and Tuki. Basically your nickname is there to kill your good name.

H - is for Harmonium. The Bengali equivalent of a rock guitar. Take four Bengalis and a Harmonium and you have the successors to “The Bheatles!”

I - is for illeesh. This is a feeesh with 10,000 bones which would kill any ordinary person, but which the Bengalis eat with releeesh! 

J - is for Jhola. No self respecting Bengali feels complete without his Jhola. It is a shapeless cloth bag where he keeps all his belongings and he fits an amazing number of things in it. Even as you read this there are 2 million jholas bobbing around Kolkata- and they all look exactly the same!

K -  is for Kee Kando. It used to be the favourite Bengali exclamation (something like what chaos) till ‘eeesh’ took over because of Aishwarya Rai (now Kee Kando’s agent is trying to hire Bipasha Bosu (nee Basu)).

L - is for Lungi. People in Kolkata manage to play football and cricket wearing it. Now there is talk of a lungi expedition to Mt. Everest.

M - is for Minibash (minibus). These are dangerous half- buses whose antics put those speed-demons on the Formula 1 race track to shame.

N - is for Nangtoe. This is the Bengali word for Naked. It is the most interesting naked word in any language!

O -  is for Oil. The Bengalis believe that a touch of mustard oil will cure anything from cold (oil in the nose), to earache (oil in the ear), to cough (oil on the throat) to piles (oil you know where!)

P - is for Phootball (football). This is always a phavourite paasshon (favourite passion) of the Kolkattan. Every Bengali is born an expert in this game. The two biggest clubs there are Mohun-Bagan FC and East-Bengal AC and whenever they play, the entire city comes to a grinding halt (of course it also comes to a halt as a result of strikes called by some union or political party which could vary from once-a-week to daily during elections).

Q -  is for Queen. This really has nothing to do with the Bengalis or Kolkata, but it’s the only Q word I could think of at this moment. There’s also Quilt but they never use them in Kolkata.

R - is for Rabindranath Tagore. Many years ago Rabindranath got the Nobel prize. This allows everyone in Kolkata to frame their acceptance speeches and walk with their heads held high and look down at the humbler and less accomplished denizens of Delhi and Mumbai.

S -  is for Sardarjee who the Bengalis are very envious of because sardars are born with a semi-monkey cap on.

T - is for Trams. Hundred years later there are still trams in Kolkata. Of course if you are in a hurry it’s faster to walk.

U - is for Umbrella. When a Bengali baby is born they are handed one.

V - is for Violensh (violence). Bengalis are the most non-violent violent people around. When an accident happens they will shout and scream and curse and abuse, but the last time someone actually hit someone was in 1979.

W - is for Water. For three months of the year the city is under water and every year for the last 200 years the authorities have been taken by surprise by this phenomenon!

X - is for Xmas. It’s very big in Kolkata with Park Street fully lit up. Y - is for Yeshtarday (yesterday). Which is always better than today for a Bengali.

Z - is for Jeebra, ..Joo, Jip and Jylophone.

   

                                                     

A Saturday afternoon after a sterile week is not exactly the time when one would suddenly have the urge to visit a cemetery out of all places…but this is exactly what I did yesterday, & here I am penning down my thoughts on it. Yes, I do love visiting cemeteries, more so when it has a lot to tell..!!

         I am sure not many of us were aware that Kolkata is one of the two cities in India & probably in Asia(the other one being Imphal, Manipur) which boasts of a Commonwealth War Graves cemetery outside Europe.  Me & a friend of mine were among those once-in-a-blue-moon visitors to this place eliciting curious glances from folks, starting off with the cabbie who took us there. 

For the uninitiated, The Commonwealth War Graves  is the resting place of all those defence personnel who lost their lives serving under the British Crown/Allied Supreme Command during both the First & Second World Wars. The CWG in Kolkata was initially a civilian cemetery a section of which later was demarcated as the resting place for the Allied personnel who lost their lives in the Burma Front during the Japanese Invasion.  The place is immaculately maintained by the authorities - the Commonwealth War Graves Commision, UK is responsible for the general upkeep of this section. A must-visit for anyone interested in the history of this city & its role in the great wars.

Sweetheart….

Bob Dylan has always captivated me with his insightful lyrics….I think he has them for each & every occassion of life!

    Came across this from the song “Sweetheart Like You” …..something which Indian politics & politicians can identify with, I guess! Here it goes,

          They say that Patriotism is the last refuge

          To which a scoundrel clings.

          Steal a little & they throw you in jail,

         Steal a lot & they make you king.

         There’s only one step down from here, baby,

         It’s called the land of permanent bliss.

         What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

Adios, folks!!

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