A grief can be sarcastic
A smile can be tearful
A dream can sustain a life
A commitment can just be poetic 
.....Moments woven bit by bit, yet time to be torn apart .....
April 4, 2014, 11:37 IST

O'Bit

To blink my eyes with him,
....and then and then....
   - come close by close, bit by bit, as we murmured this and that :

To revisit notes, with him
….  and wittily reviewing eye to eye,
  - little by little, nose onto nose, till I shrugged him apart :

To trail UP the stairs with him
....and thus and thus
  - knit hands to hands, slack and tight, continuing on the chit and chat:
.
.
.
….and quitting DOWN those stairs …
as he sternly slit the clutches
- step by step and bit by bit - - -

...and claimed I omit every such ha-bit, with jestful spirit....
.
.
 .… at those flight of stairs Today
.....I clutch to the raililings and commit to the split
...Yet Richter the tremor to erase the bit of bits,
'AS IF ' his murmurs of  'this and that' have blotted my being - brace and bit

....Just permit, O-thee-BIT, to re-fit the fate-zones once again a bit
...and give the stairs a nostalgic twist

......To tred with him-  'Bit and Bits' - ALLL OF  IT  ….
...  A BIT, A BIT ....OBit !

Shedin (That Day)

Jeebon indrojaler bibhido mudra dekhe
Hotobak holam
Jege chilam, shedin sojag holam
Tumi chile pashe –
Tomar montai khanik hijibiji chobi e(n)ke
Stobdho hoye roilam
- Tumi dheer, gambhir
Tobu asha nirashar godhulite
rokteem ek swapner sporsho pelam
Shudhu mele dhora tomar aakankhabhora aanjali dekhe
Shedin khubdho r shonkito holam

Tomar anunoy erate parini shedin
Tai nibhite nirjone, Ningre dilam indriyo gulo,
Abluptir majhe bujhi pelam amar thikana
Du- pho(n)ta bhalobasha diye lekha…

CTRL+ALT+DEL corruption

Concepts like 'freedom', 'choice' are
(i) very individualistic AND hence relative,
(ii) with shifting priorities and competing choices they alter over time
(iii) they cannot be absolute, for forces of governance, civil-society, market and media act and react at an individual and collective level for sub-sets of populations to experience 'freedom'/'choices'.

Thus the dividing line between corruption and anti-corruption is not just thin and sensitive, but mostly marked with a lens of convenience. It’s also philosophized and justified as "a bit of lie for a bigger good is fair enough" and taking it even further stretching to tickle our mortal and moral quotient by saying "beyond these there is an after-world, wherein the mathematics of good and bad, right and wrong are seemingly clearer, so better be-ware'.

Well, public-good vs private benefit, if that is the indicator to draw that line, with corruption being endemic one wonders where to begin from, and whom to end with.... Weeding it out bit by bit or ensuring mechanisms to wean the system, too domesticated to the 'itna to chalta hai ji' strategy, or insulating our selves apathetically from large-scale scams, while continuing with the small scale ones?

Moral-policing of self might be the first step to CONTROL greed and desirous expectations), ALTER(the ways/means to reach/achieve)the goals and finally DELETE malices and malpractices- corruption in thoughts and practice...WHAT SAY ???

falgudhara

Premer ek gobheer ashwad, aaborno swapnaguloke rangiye tulechilo,

Asharer meghe shedin bujhi jouboner baan uthechilo-

Unmotto mon, naki churno kuntol ...naki rondhe rondhe ek ojana spandan?

Hatre berai ek swapnil oboyober, naki tora bandhe kichu jhore pora swapner?

...E klanti noi, bibranti noi...srantir shupti matro.....

A new year's break

It was around 11 in the night ...27th December in Delhi...the mercury must have dipped down modestly below 5 degrees. i was feeling too cold to wash the utensils after dinner.....and was in a mood to procrastinate till the next morning......dwindling between when i would feel less cold to wash them in the night or early morning ..... almost like a choice between the Devil and the Deep Sea...

Nothing 'new' all through the day other than the 'news' of the assassination of Benazir Bhutto. it moved me ....may be more coz when the mind first started getting signals of the political colours, it was the Rajiv Gandhi and Benazir Bhutto regime....and of course the aura of these two young leaders was amazingly appealing...when i was in my teens.

In retrospect was just wondering, how the ''means" to their "ends", were so similar. If i tend to forget the fact that there are so many socio-religio-political forces, whose interpplay determine such consequences, it just boils down to one question....'how powerless are the powerful too".....and how must have these individuals felt ....at that spur of the moment ....when they are blown to a thousand pieces or when the bullet smashes those gray cells...which have been trying to determine the future of many.........

....as a common (wo)man, without the strokes of RK Laxman, as much as i thought of which would be the best time to wash the utensils...may be these are people who think which is the best way to kill and what is the best way to die....Dont know....small minds ...smaller worlds ...

Standing at the threshold of 2007...when, otherwise it would have been natural to browse through Yahoo or MSN Greetings and send you all wishes for 2008, i am just recapitulating. Last year also, while half the TV channels were busy with the new year fervour of 2007, live shows filled with jazziness and glitter the rest of the news channels were showing the execution of Saddam Hussain.....and how he wished that his head is not covered when the hangman performs his act.... This year also it would be similar ....analysis of Bhutto's assassination at one end, fear of its aftermaths....and the 'new year celebrations.

As a plebein, i find very difficult oscillating between such contrasting happenings...in fact bewildered and baffled, not being able to decide, which faculty of mine should reign, the responsible citizen, or the free one......and finally it might be another cold weekend for me, some special cuisine for the householsd, some paintings for myself and flickering thoughts of some pending work in office....we all have our own ways out !! as Tagore mentions in "Threshold" :-

The child cries out when from the right breast
The mother takes it away..
In the very next moment to find, in the left its consolation .......

Yesterday, Today... Tomorrow.

I might not
Crave so much to die
or even
Strive so much to live

IF
You - 'the tempting tomorrow' werent
OR
Me - 'the today', would've been less greedy
AND
She - 'the yesterday' wouldn't be a sexy addiction

But that's it how it is
All because she came between us
the haggereing 'she' who kept eating between 'you' and 'me'

Till the blasting coercion
When all exploded
In blood and flesh
A sweatful mesh
Morals maimed
Wishes nailed

..And still I'm afraid
I might crave so much to die
..and yet, survive to live