WEST BENGAL SCENARIO

SERMON FRM A HIDE OUT

Let Change be s timeljy welcome sight
but not a time for Renenge
let stalwarts on anyside win or fall
in battle of ' Power - range '.

If innocents and deprived are made the pawns
are dumped or killed to win
rather there be the worst of time
with heaven's wrath - for leaders' sin

Don't care to know who comes or goes
but the innocents be not the tool
Let Polititics not be the Canine -Game
nor Mafia's right to Rule..

DIVINITY - COSMOS - AND MY FAITH

Sunday, May 15, 2011
DIVINITY - COSMOS AND MY FAITH

I believe in DIVINITY but not in GOD if HE or SHE has a Belly-button or if that God is born out of a Mother ( Ref- Michio Kaku's view in-Parallel Universe).

I do not believe in a God that is regional , Ethnic , Sectarian , Geographical in origin and whose power and gift is limited to only a section of Homo-sap iens or does include all living sphere anywhere or every where.

Just as Electron or proton has no ethnic base and visual identity other than in the sphere of manifestation , my Divinity has no Identity -Card or detectable Shape.

Yes, I believe in 'Grand Design ' of Stephen Hawking but I do not believe that Grand Design is possible without a 'DESIGNER'

I also belive what Stephen Hawiking ,recently said that GOD didnot create the Universe nor his ( every- day ) interference is necessary; I agree here also with extended view and support of VEDANTA -Darshan (no t' phiosophy' that Like a spider bringing out a spider-net out of itself, this COSMOS was projected in the Cosmic -Intelligece- Fied of the Divine........The question of 'Creation' does not arise as , for creation one has to gather material from outside . And The real GOD( my Divinity ) has no outside or inside beyond.
As such the Word CREATION' is a defective term in English vocabulary , if applied in the Field of Divinity. In short, Divinity did not Create Cosmos but ' Manifested ' ITSELF in IT and reflected all manifestations through Spread- out
mirror-effect CONSCIOUS- FIELD , through Conscious -intelligent Homo -Sapiens.

Once the Chess-game was Designed,, even the Inventor himself has to play by its Rule and the Inventor need be present or poke his nose in each Game or Competition . Here also . Stephen Hawking is right.Like Rain-drops coming down from the SKY , rising from the ocean, every thing in the COSMOS is the terminal products of DIVINE-CONSCIOUSNESS ,

Thus is detailed my faith in DIVINITY , Also, I think I am like a PC within Field of limitation and without a n Internet-Connection by Conscious capacity is Limited likes an Eclosed tiny Capsule.

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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

MY Poem

RABINDRA JAYANTI IN WEST-BENGAL

To day , the 9th of May
and 151 year of Rabindra Jayanti day
its 12 noon on the Clock -IST
Should not everyone dance and sing in joy !

yes, they are doing just that
while on TV ,- I learn , as I watch
that Sabina Khatun,- a girl of only seven
poor and thirsty , like the story in 'Les Miserabewhile'
while stealing a watermelon
in the village of Harishchandra -pur
was beaten to deathi i
in front of a full village crowd
of un-masculine men.

While the girl was lying dead
the murderer was allowed to flee
by spineless cowardly men.!

No! -I didnot attend to day
any Rabindra Jayanti fest. or feast.
For me, this Rabindra-day
is smeared with deatth of a hungry child
Sabina Khatun of Harishchandrapur

And my 'Rabindranath' too
died ! -in the divided Land
'West Bengal ' as named -and
with residual Culture dumped
more than six decades back.
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MY LIFE : [Pre-Medical College days ]

Sunday, May 8, 2011
My Life - Pre-Medical -College days
Yes ! it was like "A tale of Two cities ' - the book that i read long long after.{was a riural wild boy , ever happy with and within Nature and did not ,happily , respect books or care much for the Universe outside our 7-villages ( tne name of our school was - Sapta-gram Sammilani -i.e seven -village Unitutary school).Nor had means or infra-structure of modern learning and i am grateful to God for that.. Anyway and retracing back, it was the worst time and best time as told in that great book of Dickens . Worst in tha sense that every day, - some people of other side(region were being stabbed and killed or some nearby area(lower Circular road) burnt to ashes. Once Coming out on Harrison road (now Mahatma G. road) i saw a poor young man runining with his tummy slit out -open. . I was not afarid nor even in agony. It was almost a sadistic joy of all the pains and sense of loss for my the -then codition as a refugee boy. Of course I almost hated all religions and communal attitude later and as i grew. But I learnt that real suffering and up-rooting can turn any ordinary man into an animal. That was the worst time of Post-war famine and communal killing in Benagal as a whole ,inspite of joy of attaining freedom, the value of which could not reveal much in me, -then .
But my joy of personal freedom and experience of big City-life was also overwhelming. , More particulrly the wild -freedom and personal liberty of attending and entering my college-class any time i chose or leave the class in front of the professor generating some sense of pleasure in myself or taking the back -seak ,with like minded friends and join a musical short sesson ( the professor looking helplessly)and behind more than 150 strong students was the first taste of freedom that I really enjoyed in that late 1940s (1947-48) when whole of partitioned- Bengal was an open field of inferno , communal Killing , every week-Strikes and what not else. Every day attending the class we would wait, eagerly, for some 'slogan' of any party and our student- leader immediately stared his practice-session of political slogans and would lead us to the street to our utter joy. The professor looked helpless but was , perhaps not un-happy to be freed from unruly students-crowd , more than hundred in strength.
So it was really my first freedom from strict moral regime of rural life and the outcome was - that I could not fill up even a single copy-book in three months. ........
I was writing poetry by that time and one was even published in college Journal and my prof of Bengali & Maths. liked it( perhaps )! But I came to my senses when , one day, my prof of math . adressed me and asked - what will happen to my future , after I failed in I.sc exam. approaching and with my Ist divn , in Maticulation.......!
Already tthe second or final year was to its mid way .{We managed the promise through agitations and strikes that all students of the first year final must be promoted to second year and we made it happen through further agitatios and strikes.. So ,i was really a happy boy in my early second year without caring for my future and lot of liberty to scatter around.
I got the first shock and came to my senses that my father (had his business in Delhi)was determined to put me in Mediacal or Engineering line and my monthly exam score mark in ist quarterly (2nd yr. was beteen 30-40 % --any subject).
Afterwards in ife I heard and learnt about 'SATORI' of Zen -religion and in retrospect I feel that, that was my experience at that time in 1948-march .and I made some U -turn to save my face and father's pride from the advancing disaster waiting ahead and a year after, if I could not reverse.
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My Life

MY LIFE 1947 - 49 ;( Snappy sketches)

I came back from my village to Barisal to learn about the reult of matriculation . ..[.got first divn. lettermarks(<80%) in 2-3 subj math,,sanskrit and geography(?)].....More than joy, the uncetainty of living loomed large on us . Worst! - scenarion of Cmmunal -riots with random killing & burning of houses and homes , all over Behgal staged the 'dance of death' and wild inferno was the story of India and with demand for freedom were the larger picture that even a boy of 15 yrs-age like me shall never forget.
Luckily there was no Riot or killing in our town! .Satin Sen the hero of Barisal saved our lives as he was hugely popular. powerful and influencial.Yet every evening the town -sky was filled up with 'Bande-mataram' and 'Alla-ho-Akbar'. We were taken into ' Defense-Clubb' and each of us (Ypung boys) was given a 4 -inch knife for self -defense . I still rememeber that I was to sit ,aone , in the dark with a knfe and nolight behind and 'look-out' in some bush with scores of mosquitoes feeding on our blood and with distant far-away -Allah -ho- Akbar' slogans on the outer margin of Barisal.
By june '47 we came to our village . Our village had about 100-some homes with 90 %muslims. And before 1946, we never knew what Communal clash or riots were! We even used to join Id & Mohurum ceremonials in Muslim hoses and they would join our festivals, moe particulaly , during Puja-time 'theaters' and 'Jatra'.
But the whole mood and mind turned in reverse way after the Famous ' Noakhali - Riot". My father now decided to leave our ancestral home and place and in July'47 we three brothers came to Calcutta for our further studies while the rest of our family members were left behind for the time.
That is how I with my two elder brothers came to KHULNA town by steamer and from there by train to Calcutta. That was a great experience indeed and yet adventerous and exciting! I still remember vividly that, the train was so full or packed and my elder brother had to pay 50 paise to a porter(Kulee) to push - me in through some window. There was no question of a seat and one had to thank heaven if one could get a standing base and could manage to control the bladder and rectum until we reached sealdah and yes, we reached Calcutta as refugee boys.....yet I was so much happy to have experienced a Train -journey first in my life and I was not mature enough to feel or experience the pain of divisin of my mother-land,
I was so excited to be in a tram while coming through Harrison road unto a stop where we got down to get to our temporary shelter on Beniatola lane in one of our relatives' two-room accomodation with eight-heads to live in.
I was admitted in Bangabasi college - Y-section (the last alphabet)and we were 170 students . Bangabasi College ( once a National College ) never refused admition to a refugee boy and was nearest to Seadh train-station.
I had a wish to be in Scotish Church College as there was co-education .I had never enejoyed the closeness of girls of my age as we were not permitted even to be close to our reative-girls in rural life with social strictures.. Though I had a good result and was entitled any coleges but as I reached Calcutta too late (july'47 ), admission in amost all colleges were closed.
But I made a last try .Met Madhusudan Sarkar of Scotish Church college( known to my aunt and even begged for a favour. When he knew that I was already in Bangabasee college ,explored my secret desire /motive in Sherlock Holmes style and became very blunt. He told me ,on the face, that coming from a village and now in Cacutta I was going to be a spolt , do-nothing boy inspite of better possibility. He advised me to concentrate more on books and study than dream of girls'-company and aked me to leave.
That was my first encounter with realities of Calcutta-life.(contd)

Boy-hood with Conscious growth & expeience

1945 - 47

After 1945 , late half I came to District town Barisal and admitted in Brajomohan School (B.M.School) , Barisal , whehere in B,M college my two elder brothers were studying . It was a great experience and excitement.... I can ,almost vividly visuallise the steamer left Nalcity and was nearing the Barisal Town. The visual beauty was so freat treat to my eyes that I kept on staring at the the lights from upper deck of the huge steamer almost mesmarised and as if all the stars from heaven landed down on the bank like a necklace , a sight and experience that only cosmologist , perhaps couldbetter describe when they first looked through the Hubble's telescope.''''..................................................
any way landed down on barisal town ike a boy on the wonderland and was put on a Tonga ( Horse- cart for 4 or 50 and was galloping to wards our destination Kaunia, the north-western part of the Town. The whole way , i was was almost licking on every brick and stone and getting dazzled by street gas-lamps and electric light here and there.
Our place was on the side oa canal and two rooms or a part of a pacca bulding.There was even elrctric light and as if i got every thing in life that a boy of my age could ask for.
I was a class IX -standard boy and there were so many bright ones around me and all accepted the vllage boy like me. My friends were Nripen and and the other Amritavo das Gupya who was so much brilliant that , n later time in 1947, stood @nd in the Matriculation of Calcutta university and got lettermarks in all the subject( a record first).
I shall like to skip over other so many events because it is almost a 65 yrs back-events and my mrmory may not be a full=oroof. But one thing : I can't forget the memory of my walking with my two friends on Barisal Riverbank in the afternoon. ... In after-life I have raored and travelled out of India to Europe to U.S.S and even Russia. I spent almost 17 years in U.S.A . Yet i dare to claim that Barisal River-view was or stil perhaps one of best visual -treat and even now alive within me..
The other memory ,in retrospect,, that incites joyous feeling within me is that Now famous Poet Jibananada Das was teaching in B.M College and I must have seen him many times there or on River banks ,

In 1947 I passed Matriculation and was dreaming of cllge life in B.M college but my dream was shattered like a greek Tragedy and Motherland was stabbed and teared into two and I had leave my mother-kands lap and was transferred to western part of Divided India I.e Calcutta.Certain tragic experienc does not leave after deathand this seperation will ever live with me, even beyond Death.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY :Sprouting Consciousness

1944-45 Era
['greatest liers are autobiographers' - said Mark Twain and i don't disagree,if it is anything but Truth]

So I shall be selective and print the field of general issues and some perresonal expwiences that I can still remember ,even after coming out side eighty yras of life span.

It was early 1940s when I was in the remotest part of Indian Villege -life where even a bi-cycle was a news or excitement. Of cuourse I was in a school, perhaps class viii or ix and started leaning about the out- side world beyond our villeges and a steamer that steamed with exciting churning noises , creating waves ( the river was in front of our school and initiated lots of imaginations in me.. I was not a bad student by villege standard and our school had good reputation wihin 5 mile-radius.
Of course to m,e the Sun was always rising (did not matter, what the world was doing then) but was ever flat enough for us and as we experienced and it did not matter to me what the Science books said. but one thing bothered me too much.
I had to read 'Dying Sun ' in my text book that told that the Sun was just a burning huge furnace of Coal only and would get finished within measurable time. There was no Einstein -era in our world and that did not make any difference . but of Course Hitler, Big war (W.war II), Netaji Subhash and the knowledge that English People were our' Master' were the scattered outside-knowledge around us and that also did not affect by rural joy and juvenile happiness.
But this burning -out of this limited coal-reserve in the SUN, in my text-book teased my sprouting consciouness first and for long.
It was 1944-45 , perhaps but before the Atom-Bomb dropped on Hiro shima .So, the reader , if there is any, can very well understand where was I on the Cosmic Scale of knowledge with my book of knowledge in my school- syllabus where the SUN was just a burning Coal -reserve, ....... And to day I am reading about "Endless Universes" by Steinherd & turok ! ...
.Metamorphosis of what !!(contd)