GROWTH & ENTROPY --A FACE OF SIMULTANEITY

Growth or - Entropy
a face of simultaneity!

When now in my eighties
I walk on the paths and lanes
in rural town that was once some village
or rural fields; where -
the paddy fields once that were ---
Now all crowding houses, taking urbane shapes
And the remnants of old buidings , -
shelter some-one's industrial hope
with vital desire or aggressive greed.

The villages that were once some Konnagar and Panihaty
are now satellite towns of KOLKATA, the Metro pol
Thus growth of township --and
entropic vanishing of rural face
that was once so-green--and -signifies now
both progress and Entropy
a variant face of simultaneity !

DELHI -DELHI

DELHI

Not difficult to find out this DEHI, -now
For , the Raj Path and Jana Path cross each-other
at NINETY DEGREE
for each.
( Published in Bengali in the book -CACTUS, , from Calcutta , 1969 - edired)

UNIFIED WORLD

The Media lie
the killer-feminine faces with anesthetic smiles
or the painted faces of BIG-BAZAR -Time
Over Loaded News -paper ;nothing much to tell
other than murder, rapes and Sex lives
The copy -Cat Baptism Bollywood/Tollywood type
The millions of masked faces ever ' zig-zag '
all around
like snap-shots of Urbane -life.
The morning NEWS with Scams - and Schemes
POLITICAL TRASH-CAN Over stuffed !

T.S ELIOT
You could not experience the real World
of WASTE-LAND --and for that
have to be re-incarnated or Re-born
or Re-visit the ENTROPY in RE-CYCLED form.

INDIAN STAGE

Was told, -darker the night advances , brighter shines the stars
Was told , bursting the pale MORN , ENTERS THE MORNING SUN
was further surmoned,--trampling this anaemic -TIME
Once the LIONIC - Past Ruled this Ancestral LAND
This MOTHER Land Existed and Expanded beyond all shores
with this much consolation, I searh the Banyan -Time and walk the talk'

Was told, more the SUN climbs the blue, more Matures the Day
turning all stones, -I search and seek those golden way
Appealing to the deaf SKY,-- laughs loud the Cynic TIME
and the Modern days come , shouldering the IMPOTENT MILLENIUM now
DESpair is mounted like the hoisted NATIONAL FLAG
After each Coal-tar night enters the more threatened Morn !

Then where can find , the washed-clean aftermath-way
Or the temple-space with adoring loving day
All manuscripts , i search, are studded with knitted lies
after each deadly bleeding night, Q-es up the gasping morn
Tears roll down from the potential pregnant hope
the conspiring CORRUPT Minds, are aborting all possible births.

Then Re-Establish the other day with clenched teeth and iron-grips
Then, promise and plan for another better way
Then over-throw all suffocating built -up , opressing stones
Barter for the Golden shine ,- betting even life as last exchange
Listen once more the weeping cry of pregnant Time
( Was written in Bengali (1970-75 ); Now translated and posted)
and pray not or beg but Liberate the Baby -the CAESARIAN -WAY !

VIJAYAA

Thursday, October 6, 2011

VI JAYAA
বিঁজয়াWho won the 'Battle' in the end
the Divine ? or the Demon
who can tell --OR
the Vital LION wounded or Dead
don't know yet
the Earthly Divinity , in Thousand , drowned or -
Immersed on the Gangetic- belt
Now , 'skeletons' float or go' under-ground'
To scan or analyse is not additive , --I know
while the final RESULT is yet to come.

Who won the Battle or the 'Game'
the Demon or the Divine
who can tell ?
OCT. 7, 2011
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PEOPLE IN MY LIFE - RAJ BALLLAV

No I CAN't forget him nor I shal. It was i twas between 19 55 and 1960. He was just a sales man in his brother-in law's shop in Gole Market , , near Cannought Place , New Delhi. He was 5 or 6 years older than me and lived in Paharganj.... Short-built very fair and ever jovial. He knew how to smile and laugh in any situation and infecting every one around. Most impressive was was his face . When he aughed with his shining teeth you could butjoin him1

He was then abot 30 as already told a service -man in 'Great Eastern Stores'. And I. a doctor doing my House jof in Irwin Hospital ., used to live in the Boarding House busines space of my father at 13 Lady hardinge road and my spare time hobby was just to observe this MAMU's(As I adressed him) in-born talent to deal with peope of any ranks , ordinary or high, Secretary level( then Mr.S Dutta Ambassader to USSR used to vist this Great Eastern Stores,-often)

What invoved me mostt that every one woud come and seek this 'Mamu' for their shopping and other help. And ike al iving magnet his presence and smile and talk would keep every one stuck to the counter like iron file to the magnet,

I have seen, even, his convincing a client that SULEKHA Kali , is an Impoted material, makeing the client look at him with dropped jaw and almost willing to beieve. His metod of convincig was that the shipment carrying that SUEKHA was diverted to another country during a storm and then was redirected ti India. I was standing by on the counter that day and wanted to take in every word and the way he said it.

How can I forget such a charming and joly good fellow who coud keep you aughing even when you have painful gum ! And i can go on and on teling about him !

MY BOY-HOOD EXPERIENCE AND THE FAMINE

When a boy (1940--43) and ever living in rural set -up of the then EAST -BENGAl, (in our village in Dist Barsal), where I was ever happy and never knowing a metropolitan life. I stili rememember three good things that I did and shall ever remember and be proud of until the last day of my conscious living.
I. I was 10 or 11 yrs of age then and first ventured to our weekly market place (Juluhar) abour 2 miles far and at the end of our next village.. After doing the marketting I gave the full account to my mother, My labour -tip was the stamdard 2 paise ( copper coin) out of which one paise I spent for a ras-golla( ball of paneer soaked in seet juice and the other was my saving. Suddenly I found that I had extra 3 paise with me . and on rechecking with my mother's help , I suddenly rememebered that I forgot to pay the Beatle -sellar his due.. The Sun was already sliding down and the nexxt marketing day( Hut-bar) was 3 days -far. So I decided to make it before the darkness came down and covered the distance and met the man ewatning and panting and paid him his 3 paise. The man looked ant my tuin body and sweating. The beatle -seller received it and blessed me profusely. ano on return , my mother too. I think , these blessingss had lasting effect on my life.

II.It was (1942--'43) or Famous Bengal famine -time ( 1350; Begali Calender) Almost 80 percent people of our village and all aroun and beyond were starving. Though we were not poor ( my father had a Boarding house business in Delhi), I found al most all my cousins and play- mates did not have full meal each day. one of my distant cousin ( kartik ) living about half a mile away was my friend too. they were really in a very wretched condition. They were three brothers , had a sister with a widowed mother. They were always poor and now almost starving.
One day he came to me at our house and told that he had no meals last night this moring had only somr boied rice -poder (.IKhud ). I felt his hunger within me that day , don't why.I was only 11 or 12 . And I went in got a pot and filled it with enough Rice grains ( abour 5 seers - [6kgs by togays term ] and gave him . My mother was busy in the kitchen and brothers also not in the house. So nobody knew. and that was my first stealng from our own house. And it was ,perhaps a theft, for which I shal ever remain proud.

III.Within months our whole area was engulfed by FAMINE ( I was not much aware about the outside world ). Soon there was COMMUNITY feeding Centres opened in our area . and more than half of our villagers used to come there with full family (children too), to eat at the FREE MEAL CENTER (only rice-soup with some DAL(pulsees).
I used go there almost daily to know how they can eat that balnd liquid rice and boiled leaves ! and one day , just to know by direct experience , I sat with them and tookk and swallowed that meal of (NANGAR -HKANA)'. That was then only my life to know but not enough wide awarenees to absorb anf feel.,