Tuesday, December 31, 2013



“A bridge of silver wings 
  stretches from the
  dead ashes of an unforgiving
  nightmare to the jeweled 
  vision of a life started anew.” 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Go Hell Talibans

Why a handful of Talibans unfamiliar to Bengali art and culture will be successful in censoring and banning a TV serial on repression against women in general scripted by none other than Taslima Nasrin? Its unfortunate the  local administration has toed with the demand to curb the telecasting of the serial. ndtv.com has the news. These Urdhu speaking self styled leaders of the Muslim community once driven out by Bangladeshi Bengali Muslims have found safe heaven in the city of Calcutta. I think the ruling party supremo who herself a Bengali writer should review her policy whether everything should be sacrificed for winning election and securing power? 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

A Poster

একটি পোস্টার

ও আকাশ আগুন জ্বালোনা
ও বাতাস যাওনা বয়ে নিয়ে
জলন্ত ফুলকি
সেই দাবানলে
যাক পুড়ে দাঙ্গাবাজ
ভোটবাজ বেড়াল তপস্বী

আর কাস্তেটা সান দিয়ে লাভ নেই বন্ধু
ওদের থামাতে গেলে বুকের ভিতরে
জমা করো এ কে ৫৬ রাইফেল
শব্দের গুলি ছুড়ে নি:শব্দ করে দাও
নিকেশ করো  সভ্যতার শত্রুদের

মরেছি তো চোর জোচ্চরের দুরাচারে
তবু কতবার মরতে পারি
একেবারে মরবার আগে?

শেখর রায়

Thursday, November 28, 2013



A world champ heavy weight boxer has devoted his life to charity for storm hit Philippinos in millions. A billionaire boxer has been fighting on the ring to win money for storm ravaged people of his country. The last such deadly fight he fought and won millions of dollars. But the fund he earned was not sufficient enough to the needs of hapless millions. Hence he borrowed fund to contribute knowing fully well he fell on risk of non payment. The Jesus has come down to earth once again. He has shown the path of resurrection for the suffering mankind.    

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Savitri Prashad Sing - an IT professional of Bangalore has propagated the following hate speech through social media.

Muzlims (islamist the terrorist) Propaganda in different country:--
1. When they are below 5% (China , Canada, Koria,Japan , Brazil etc.) , they tells ,’’religion never tell us to make violence, we are brother’’…..
2. When they are between 5-15% (Australia, USA,UK etc), they tell,’’ Sharia law dominating that country, they starts some terrorist activity at there, they blame ruling government is cruel for minor Muzlim’s.
3. When they are between 15-20-25%[India(16.5%),Singapore(25%),Verma(18%) etc.] , they tell,’’ We want our leader as a PM candidate , 100% reservation in government, Sharia (the terrorist law) for that country and always indulge in terrorist activity as they are College professors , School Teacher any one. If you tell about them ,then they blame on you that you are terrorist. Islam never teaches them about terrorism.
4. When they are about 25-40%( I am unable to tell which country because still that country become fully Muzlim’s country like Indonesia, Malaysia before 100 years),they tell,’’ They told,’’ Allah told them kill Kaphirs’’ . So it is our religious duty to kill all ‘’’’NON MUSLIM’’’’ ,’’RAPE THEIR WIFE, DAUGHTER, MOTHER ‘’ they submitted in front of you . If they become Muzlim then leave them
5. When they are above 50% (South part of Russia, West and East part of India at 1947 etc), They never tell anything ,they start their religious duty of killing , rape, I am unable to tell their cruelty.
6. And at last when Muzlim the terrorist country becomes on the Map of World ,’’They make their country as RDX factory(sorry they buy RDX because Quran never tell them to allow their mind) , Terrorist training camp. You give equality them in your country but they kill you in their country, give very very difficult life to non muslim, Kill your son, Kidnap you daughter and rape her , forcefully convert her to become Muzlims. 

So, Friends how much % of ''Muzlims the terrorist '' you like in your country.............

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Edited: Testament of Leon Trotsky

My high (and still rising) blood pressure is deceiving those near me about my actual condition. I am active and able to work but the outcome is evidently near. These lines will be made public after my death.

I have no need to refute here once again the stupid and vile slander of Stalin and his agents: there is not a single spot on my revolutionary honour. I have never entered, either directly or indirectly, into any behind-the-scenes agreements or even negotiations with the enemies of the working class. Thousands of Stalin’s opponents have fallen, victims of similar false accusations. The new revolutionary generations will rehabilitate their political honour and deal with the Kremlin executioners according to their deserts.

I thank warmly the friends who remained loyal to me through the most difficult hours of my life. I do not name anyone in particular because I cannot name them all.

However, I consider myself justified in making an exception in the case of my companion, Natalia Ivanovna Sedova. In addition to the happiness of being a fighter for the cause of socialism, fate has given me the happiness of being her husband. During the almost forty years of our life together she remained an inexhaustible source of love, magnanimity, and tenderness. She underwent great suffering, especially in the last period of our lives. But I find some comfort in the fact that she also knew days of happiness.
For forty-three years of my conscious life I have remained a revolutionist; for forty-two of them I have fought under the banner of Marxism. If I had to begin all over again I would of course try and avoid this or that mistake, but the main course of my life would remain unchanged. I shall die a proletarian revolutionist, a Marxist, a dialectical materialist, and, consequently, an irreconcilable atheist. My faith in the communist future of mankind is not less ardent, indeed it is firmer today, than it was in the days of my youth.

Natasha has just come up to the window from the courtyard and opened it wider so that the air may enter more freely into my room. I can see the bright green strip of grass beneath the wall, and the clear blue sky above the wall, and sunlight everywhere. Life is beautiful. Let the future generations cleanse it of all evil, oppression, and violence and enjoy it to the full.

Leon Trotsky, 
Member of Polite Bureau, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR) exiled in Mexico February 27th 1940 and was assassinated. 

A coda was added later dated March 3rd 1940. Mainly dealing with what should happen should he be involved in a serious drawn out illness, it ends with the following words:

“... But whatever may be the circumstances of my death I shall die with unshaken faith in the communist future. This faith in man and in his future gives me even now such power of resistance as cannot be given by any religion.”

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Patna Serial Bombings and Shri Modi

Its a matter of concern that miscreants caused serial bombings in Patna Gandhi Nagar Rally of Shri Narendra Modi for BJP. Accusation and counter accusation will go on. But things are moving in different directions as I feel. I don't think BJP itself has done the deadly attack in which couple of people killed. Because wherever Shri Modi is moving people's gathering is seen in thousands and lakhs means he has become a popular political face in the country. With Shri Modi's revival, BJP has started gaining ground and is expecting a good position in 2014 general election. But his opponents are certainly worried to watch his prospect. If the impression can be created that Shri Modi is seen as an enemy of Islam by Indian Mujahiddin backed by Laskar-e-Toiba or Al Quida, the Muslim votes is expected to be swinged in favour of the opposition, more particularly at a time when self styled spokespersons include Shahi Imaams have not yet unmasked themselves. So, let the innocent lives are lost in the conspiracy. If my doubt proves to be true, its very dangerous situation the country may experience in the near future. Remember, there is no true Gandhian in ruling or opposition party. So violence or counter violence has become the order of our national life what exactly our enemies across the border would cherish to fish in the troubled water.

corrupt blog

I am sorry to inform my write ups in Bengali fonts have been observed as corrupt for reason unknown to me. Henceforth, I shall file all in English only. I don't understand who did the nonsense and for why?

Friday, October 25, 2013

রাত্রির শেষ প্রান্তের কাছে 
জেনে নিও ওগো সিন্ধু 
একটি নারীর হৃদয়কে তুমি 
রিক্ত করেছ বন্ধু 

অনেক পুরাতন। শুধু মনে পড়ছে তাই লিখলাম। 

Sunday, September 22, 2013

ভন্ডের লজ্জা

"লজ্জা শরম তেয়াগি 
জাতিপ্রেম নাম ধারী, প্রচন্ড অন্যায় 
ধর্মেরে ভাসাতে চাহে বলের বন্যায় 
কবিদল চিত্কারিছে জাগাইয়া ভীতি 
শ্মশান কুক্কুদের কাড়াকাড়ি গীতি "-    রবীন্দ্রনাথ 

কলকাতায় বিহারী মুসলমানের লুটতরাজ, খুন খারাবি, আক্রান্ত পুলিশ - ২২ নভেম্বর ২০০৭
রাজ্য সরকারের মামলা প্রত্যাহার - ২২ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০১৩

"যেন রাখি তব মান 
তোমার বিচারাসনে লয়ে নিজ স্থান।
অন্যায় যে করে আর, অন্যায় যে সহে 
তব ঘৃনা যেন তারে তৃণসম দহে। "  - রবীন্দ্রনাথ 

নন্দীগ্রামে মুসলমান হত্যা, কলকাতায় দাঙ্গা - ২২ নভেম্বর ২০০৭

তসলিমা নাসরিনকে বাংলাদেশে ফেরতের দাবি 
জামাত ইসলামিদের হাতে তুলে দিতে হবে (হত্যা করতে)

দাঙ্গাবাজদের বিরুদ্ধে সরকারি মামলা প্রত্যাহার - ২২ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০১৩

"চিত্ত যেথা ভয়শুন্য, উচ্চ যেথা শির"  -  রবীন্দ্রনাথ 

 "আমার মাথা নত করে দাও হে তোমার চরণ ধুলার পরে" -রবীন্দ্রনাথ 

Monday, September 16, 2013

A Poem

শিলপী সৌমিত্র চট্টোপাধ্যায় কে মনে রেখে -------

ক্ষমো হে রানী 
ক্ষমো এই অধমে 
বাম নই ডান নই 
মধ্যজিবি সামান্য 
শিলপী এক কীটস্য কীট 
নাটকে প্রমোদ বিলাই 
মিশে যাই মানুষের ভীড়ে 

দীন হীন আমি 
গৃহকোণে আশ্রয় 
আমার কাব্যের অচেনা সুর হারিয়ে গিয়েছে 
বাতিল ছেড়া দিস্তা খাতায়  

ক্ষমতাময়ী তুমি 
তোমার ক্যানভাসে মমতায় নজরবন্দী
করেছ কাননে কুসুম কলি 
আর আমার তুলিতে অসুন্দরের আনাগোনা 
জীর্ণ দীর্ণ মানবীর প্রতিচ্ছবি 

অযোগ্য অপাত্র আমি 
পুরস্কার নয় তোমার অসম্মান 
আমার ললাট লিখন II 


Thursday, September 5, 2013

The Poem


মিথ্যের বেসাতি ঢেকেছে তার চটকে 
আমাকে শাসন করে রানীমার চাটুকার 
রাতের বিষাক্ত ছোবল প্রেয়সীর নাভিতে 
নীলাভ দেহটি তার নিথর 
কোন  দোষে ?

এমন লোহিত দৃষ্টি আমার দেখনি কোনদিন 

অথবা গায়ে ডোরা কাটা দাগ?
তবু আমি প্রেমিক
মনে রেখো 

আমাকে ধরবে বলে পেতেছ ফাঁদ 

তবু যাবো গলে 
মিশে যাব মাটি হয়ে সমুদ্রে 
কাঁটা হয়ে মিলে যাব জঙ্গলে 
সাবধান !

এবার দেখি এসো 

কোন প্রলোভন টোপ দিয়ে তুমি 
মুছে দাও জঙ্গল 
শুষে নাও সমুদ্র ?

এর চেয়ে বেচেমরে থেকো তুমি 

শৃগালের ঘেরাটোপে 
জেনো  নজর রেখেছি আমি উর্ধাকাশ থেকে  
শকুনের কুদৃষ্টি দিয়ে
শুধু  তোমাকে তোমাকে ।
                                                                               শেখর রায় 
                                                                               ৫ সেপ্টেম্বর ২০১৩

Thursday, August 29, 2013

The verse


চিলেকোঠা দিলে হবে 
চাইনা আস্ত বাড়ী  
আধ টুকরো দিও রুটি 
আর কি চাইতে পারি ?

পেট ভরে ভাই খড় দিবি, দিবি কত কী 
ঘানি টানলেও এত কাল, ঘন্টা দিলি, ছি !
আকাশ ভাঙ্গা বজ্রপাত 
ভাঙ্গে দেহের অস্থি 
রাজার সিপাই গোবধ করে  
বাঘকে মারার মস্তি 

ভোলাই ভালো দাদা দিদির শত প্রেমের বাণী  
সব শেয়ালের এক রা এবং অখন্ড উস্কানি 

গোর্খা লেঠেল বলবে শুধু রাতে হুশিয়ার
চোলাই মদের বিষক্রিয়ায় ছিড়বে নাড়ি তার 
মনের সুখে নীদ্রা যাবেন বাবু সমাদ্দার  
এই উহাদের কাজ 
বেশি কিছু চাইলে  
বাপি বাড়ি চোলে যাস  II 

The Expectation

Three hungry street dogs were howling over a dustbin. Finding nothing suddenly a dog sneaked into the kitchen of a dining hall of a marriage party. The rest two dogs eagerly waited for the first dog to return safe with good news of getting food. After an hour the first dog returned and replied to others the cause of late, "how can they let me leave early without ". Without listening the rest, the second dog rushed to the kitchen and he equally kept the others in waiting. As soon as he returned, the third one asked why he was so quick to come back? "The cook was waiting for me with a...", paused for a breath by the second dog. The third became impatient and rushed to the kitchen but could return after the ceremony was over.

Actually what happened to all the dogs? The first one was confined for an hour, the second was welcomed with a stick and the third one was confined for rest  period of the marriage ceremony. No one was offered any food.    

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The Poem

  জীবনের নাম শাহনাজ পারভীন  - ক্যান্সার নয় 

   কে বলে বেদনায় কাতর প্রাণ কখনো হাসেনি   
   অশ্রুবিন্দু দিয়ে মুক্তর মালা সে গাথেনি 
   কে বলে 

   যে প্রানের সুগন্ধ ছড়িয়েছে অন্যের প্রাণে 
   কন্টক বন ঢেকেছে তার উজ্জল আগমনে 
   লজ্জায় মেনেছে হার  ব্যাধি যন্ত্রনা 
   সাক্ষাত মৃত্যু ভুলেছে তার কুমন্ত্রনা  
   কিন্তু ভোলেনি তার প্রিয়জন 
   অতি প্রিয় সন্তান 
   এক স্বজন-না-হারানোর দেশের অন্তরে    II 

Thursday, August 8, 2013

The Courageous Judiciary

For the first time in the history of Bengal sub-continent, a higher judiciary of a country named Bangladesh has shown its guts to ban a dreaded religious cum political outfit called jamat e islami. Thus the religion is separated from politics. This has proved again what Bengal and Bengalies think today the rest thinks tomorrow. Now Bangladesh being a Muslim dominated sovereign nation has shown the way to the rest of the world. Will the politicians learn lesson? This was the victory of democracy, secularism and human rights. No one can forget the misdeeds of Pakistan backed the Islamist fanatics carried out in Indian sub-continent. The Rajakars of East Pakistan has turned jamat e islami of Bangladesh. Its a set back for Talibans. Now they are unable to show faces openly to the civic society; they have to be violent like Kashmiri insurgents. Its a defeat for Pakistani ISI and their Akas.   

Saturday, August 3, 2013

The Love Regained 2

Sumanto..................Sumanto................... Look this is your Meghna, this is your love. Do you recognize me Sumanto?

Sumanto looked Meghna for a long and unable to recognize her as the same person changed abruptly.

I know Sumanto you will not. Look here and see the spots of love all over my body. They branded me a mad and deserted me here and never came back.

Sumanto came closer to Meghna and touched those spots of tortures and cried, 'no no no, they are wild beasts. Do not worry Meghna, I'll take you back to your family. I'll convince them'.

No, never, cried Meghna. Its better you desert and do not show your face to me anymore. You the men are same. You don't understand the pain of a woman. You go, you go Sumanto. Meghna was about to turn back.

No my love, you are still in my heart. Please don't misunderstand. You need to file a complaint at a police station and file a court case for a legal divorce. I'll fight your case. I'll take you to my home where you always wanted to go, but I hesitated then. You wanted to meet my father and talked to him over phone one day. Do you recall Meghna?

Yes, everything. How they are? Will they accept me?

Yes, of course! You need an urgent medical care to get cured from the trauma you so long suffered. You need peace and you need rest Meghna. I've told my family everything about you and they are sympathetic to take care of you. My father still can't forget the sweet conversation with you he had over phone. He is eager to see to you my dear. Please don't waste time. Lets go back to our destiny.

Two years passed with a rocket speed. Meghna was a complete changed person. She won her case against her former family those are awarded with full rest in jail by the grace of the God. She became the inseparable part of the Mukherjee family. The son of Sumanto liked her most and addressed 'my good mom'. The wife of Sumanto found her as sister she lost in childhood. The head of the Mukherjee family departed permanently leaving memories of the wonderful moments with Meghna. Meghna everyday stood in front of the photograph of the father to pray for his soul to rest in peace. Still Sumanto never tried to exploit her to demand for a physical relation with Meghna. So, nice gentleman he was ! 

Sumanto had to leave his sweet family for an unsolicited transfer ordered by his office. He never bowed down to anybody and accepted the challenge of the life. He settled in Ahmadabad as a paying guest of his friend. He after a fortnight received a phone call from Meghna who started weeping.

Why the God was so cruel to me? Why He will not allow me to live with you? Will He not even permit me to die in front of you when he never allowed me to come closure to you Sumanto? 

Sumanto replied nothing except waiting for her to finish her cry. 

A week later, Sumanto received an urgent call from his wife to come back home for Meghna who was lying semi conscious and unable to recognize anybody in home. Sumanto air dashed to Calcutta and took Meghna immediately to Neurological Care Center.  Listening the case history of the patient, the doctor advised her to admit. Meghna suffered a shock and a psychological disorder.  A week later, she was released from the Care Center with the advise to Sumanto to stay together with Meghna and follow all medical advice. 

The Mukherjee family was in trouble to settle the issue. The overstay in Calcutta has created a professional problem for Sumanto.  The wife and son being two good human beings came forward in rescue and requested Sumanto to take Meghna with him to Ahmadabad to save her life. Sumanto was needed to Meghna more than the prescribed medicines.  Equally, Meghna was needed to Sumanto what he was unable in order to upholding the family values. 

Meghna is now in Ahmadabad and married to Mukherjee family and she was blessed with a beautiful child fathered by Sumanto. The elder son of Sumanto named his brother 'Abhiroop' who was taken care by his elder mother ('Baro Ma') at their Calcutta home. Meghna found a respectable job of professor of English at a state educational College run by a trust in Ahmadabad  She was determined to see her elder son who was studying in a state medical college in Calcutta to become a doctor.  The love regained and Sumanto bowed down to God for His act of kindness over Mukherjee family. 


The Love Regained

Sumanto the man in fifties has grown old. Unlike those days when Meghna accompanied him, he gained his sense of spiritualism. One day the God Vishnu summoned him urgently to set his new life to regain his lost love. 

Do you have any regret for whatever you lost in life?
Yes, Almighty.
What you thought of doing if you never regain those ?
I'll carry the wounds till my death.
Means, you wanted not to be happy in rest of your life?
No, not exactly.
Then you try to find happiness from the objects you never turned at. 
Whats that?
The mental asylum where Meghna confined. 
Oh! My God! Excuse me please, let me go there at once.

Sumanto knocked the main gate of the God's Own Home far away from the city of Calcutta.

Gate man, please let be in to meet my love Meghna.
Yes Sir, please check the register first and then go in.

The name was there what exactly Sumanto desired passionately. He heard of a noise inside where a patient was laughing loud and crying subsequently. The voice was almost similar to that of the 'sweetheart' he was looking after. Sumanto was taken office inside by the guard. The gray haired matron asked, 'Yes my son, we never found you here. Do you know Meghna? Sumanto told Ma'am the story inside of his heart he carried so far. Tears brought out of her old eyes and put her hands over shoulder of Sumanto, God bless you, my son. Wait here to see how she was.

Sumanto started waiting on a corner chair of the visiting room. He never imagined to face the situation in his life time. He was so perturbed that he lost his balance while talking to the matron and didn't thought of asking who brought her here and why? The mild sound of  his weeping brought two nurses closer those who consoled him and requested him not to break down before the patient. He realised and sat quietly.

To continue.........   

Monday, July 29, 2013

The Panchayet - A Feeler

For many years I haven't heard of chorus of frogs and many insects in the adjacent wood of my home after incessant rain today evening. After many years it has been raining cats and dogs. The ways are flooded with nearby water bodies. Tonight after 10-00 pm I came out of the home with my son's bicycle to closely watch how the surrounding looked like. The streets lights looked dim  and the lanes and ways were shining with the last leg of the heavy downpour.

The doors are closed with people inside might have taken refuge of semi cold atmosphere surrounding barring a few activists gossiping and cherishing victory of their respective party candidates in local body election a few days ago in Bengal. Two third of the state of Bengal is now a ruling party bastion. Yet there was no victory rally any where. A new political culture is on the surface in a politically ravaged Bengal. The dry politics of so called communists is largely and once again rejected by huge vote by the Bengalies. Yet the past rulers haven't learnt lesson. 

The point is the hope emerged with resounding victory of the new ruling class may not last long if there is no transparency in the affairs of governance. There is no dearth of positive desires from the ruling supremo to make the government function from top to bottom. To the uttered views of the common middle class that point at a socio-political order created minus the critics is not at all healthy. The irrational outburst and abuse of state power against the critics may be backfired in the days to come. The onlookers patiently wait for a mature exposure from their party functionaries towards establishing a healthy democracy to extend a more relief to the poorest of the poor.  

Sunday, July 14, 2013


My kid is admitted in science college of Kolkata with microbiology and zoology with chemistry as its pass subjects. But the problem is I may retire after 3 years of service and he will not be able to finish his masters from University. So hard days ahead !

Tuesday, June 4, 2013


The magic unfolded. My kid has crossed barrier of school education and trying hard to get admission in college. His love is for botany. I dont know what is written in his fate.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

The Love Lost

It was a golden letter day when the fair lady with a magnificent gesture came to shake hand to tender her gratitude for an editing of her management exam project. She did her master in English from Presidency College in Calcutta. Yet she was too compliant to express her so called degree. She was so polite to learn anything and everything that the gentleman possessed. She was magnetized with a baritone sound to hear from the caller. It was Mrs. Meghna Choudhuri who in everyone’s surprise came too closer to Mr. Sumanta Mukherjee.

The day began in the Library of The Statesman, the English daily newspaper situated in the heart of the city. The couple was engaged in finding out some old articles and news. Sumanta turned around at Meghna to coddle her.

I started liking your quest for erudition.
Is it so?
I swear, believe me. Look at the photo of the black Goddess. (Hanging on the wall of the library)
She smiled blank.

Meghna’s father was an ex-military lived in Barrackpore. He and his only son had the habit of consuming whiskey regularly and she was equally accustomed to the smells of wine into their family all the time.  Hence his liking for a son-in-law obviously ended in a man of similar habit. She had a little option to reject her dad’s choice. She hardly found any interest in iron and steel dealt by her man in Bihar. It was an imperfect blend of opposite characters.  She was defiled with a girl child that she never loved. The life she led in far flung area under the plateau cut off from the city life was disgusting. She had only friend in her Mom. She planned to come out of the prison to lead a free urban life. She signed up a job of interpreter in the city of Calcutta. There she encountered with Sumata.

The turbulent river Hooghly roared with her waves. Bay of Bengal was not far from it. Meghna concealed herself behind the curtain of the hotel balcony at the first floor to have a glimpse down at Sumanta who reposed under the tree on the river bank. It was drizzling around puffed with gentle breeze. Sumanta was careless in closely glaring at the fountain pen she presented him as a mark of reverence. 

Sumanta hanged around the hotel cafe waiting for her to join him. It was monsoon. The cloud drew closure to the turbulent river. The sun has taken leave to replace it by the dancing rain in amity with the whirlwind. Meghna sat with a coffee cup and started to sing a Tagore song with her husking but melodious modulation. All utterance suddenly paused at the cafe and those eyes fell on Meghna. The waiter praised, ‘lovely’.

A few days after she was in deep trouble owing to water logging of the streets of Calcutta approaching to Howrah station for her night journey to home in Bihar plateau.  She sought Sumanta’s help. He took her to Howrah by a hired car in time on the evening. She bids him adieu to meet her family by the next morning.                                  

Sumanta had a nice family. A beautiful wife with a kid. He suppressed the affair with his better-half because of his much fondness for them. He felt guilty for his affinity for other woman. Yet he was unable to reject any call of Meghna for her assistance as she lived alone in a flat in north Calcutta. But he never entered her domain except one occasion to meet her kid and mother.

Hallo Mr. Mukherjee! Are you in holiday suit? asked Meghna at Barasat bus stand.
Yes, sweetheart, to take you to another remote corner of the world today. Will you be tied in with me?
As you wish, Sir.

Sitting inside the hired car Meghna lamented, ‘are we not doing wrong in enhancing this relation?’
May be, yes. OK, let’s go back?
No, not at all. Let’s do some wrongs, OK?
Sumanta indulged in indecency and gripped her hand in passion.

Look beyond the water, Bangladesh is on the other part of this river Ecchamoti. Have you ever been there, Meghna?
No. But there is my ancestral home.
Me too.
Is it so? Means we’re both of that part of Bengal. What a similarity!

Over the lunch table, Meghna was annoyed with the quality of food served by the hotel.
Will you cook yourself and serve it to me?
Yes, I shall be pleased to do it, but you find out our own home far from this world of unkindness and vengeance, Meghna became sentimental.

In one morning Sumanta received a phone call from the husband of Meghna.
Mr. Mukherjee?
Chaudhuri here. Meghna told me about you. You wrote an excellent piece of paper on health science. I’ve seen it.
Thank you very much. Please come and join the national seminar on Health For All in Howrah tomorrow.
No Sir. I shall be out of the town tomorrow. Don't mind please.

Sometimes Sumanta wondered to listen praises for her husband from Meghna. “He loves me too much on bed. He lifts me on his lap and kisses me like a mad.”
“He was a gold medalist in his engineering degree”, added Meghna.  

“Mr. Mukherjee thanks a lot. For you only I stood first in the management exam”, she was delighted to inform Sumanta. 
“Then change of your job is on the card. Will you venture for that?
Yes, of course, stressed Meghna.

Meghna became pregnant. But she refused to keep it. She clamored for abortion. The murder of a new born was dancing on her eyes. She forced Sumanta to remain with her side and he had to sign on the medical papers as her husband. She was aborted at the Lake Nursing Home but her bleeding was not yet stopped and she was yet to regain her sense. Doctor summoned the husband-on-paper. With a gentle touch of Sumanta, Meghna regained her half sense and vomited over him. With the evening past, she regained her complete sense and was released with the advice to take full rest in home.

Sumanta left for home after handing her over to the maid at her flat with the query in mind, “why she did so without knowledge of her husband and against the wishes of Sumanta?”

From the next day, Meghna never called to Sumanta and never said him hallo. Perhaps she realized of her meaningless life she was leading. She wanted to keep both the ends of life intact but failed. Thus Meghna lost from the canvas of Sumanta for ever. 

 Sekhar Roy

Saturday, May 11, 2013


A pair of white couple along with a baby hanging on back of her mother was passing through a muddy pass approaching a nearby village of ISCON Mayapur. Ms Hudson the young enthusiast accompanying the couple was talking on greatness of His Holiness the father of Vaishnaba community, Shri Chaitanya. All three Americans wearing rural primitive dresses as per Indian holy custom greeted me chanting with "Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna". I bowed down my head with respect. 

It was post winter days in the last year. The merry-go-round pulled the visitors to flock over the intersection of two rivers known as Ganga and Jalanghee, over which the Chaitanya Temple existed. A million local residents living the adjacent area survived from the earning from small business enterprises connected to worshiping Gods and serving visitors. 

Good afternoon Ma'm. You looked so beautiful !

She reciprocated with a smile and cordially invited me to join the evening prayer in the temple. I accepted gladly.

Well! Why you all moving towards the remote village being foreigners and for what?

We don't consider ourselves foreigners and love this land as much as the locals and we live together the way poorest of the poor leads their lives, countered Hudson.

The lady informed, 'we buy 10 kgs of cow milk from the village folks for selling it to the local confectionery shops. The profit accrued would be ploughed back to our family needs. If that falls short, we move here and there with a begging bowl as per wishes of Krishna. We're not ashamed and don't have any regret.

I remained speechless for sometime. 

In anticipation of further query, she went on saying, 'I'm a doctor served in New Jersey Hospital but now renamed as Shanti. They are Arnold and Ema both worked in Boston as software engineers now married as per Vaishnaba custom and leading life in absolute freedom in this small but beautiful part of the globe devoid of any greed for modern way of life that was left aside in far west.'

I wondered but asked myself,'how was that possible'?

The western world perceived India a country of beggars and fakirs meant most backward people. What they slowly realized of a great civilization and an enlightened way of life hide in the conscious begging. The socalled beggars or vikshukhs in Buddhism leave all human passions, desires, greed, good and bad at the feet of the Almighty. They don't live for immediate gains of life but pray for absolute freedom of soul after permanent departure.

We were hand in hand dancing on the floor of the temple chanting singing songs in chorus following Ms. Hudson and her friends. The dancing disciples adorned with flowers devoted their heart for love of Krishna that made the visiting guests forget everything they left in homes for the time being

To everyones surprise Ms. Hudson suddenly fell on the floor. Everything stopped and the crowd flocked over the laying lady. The house physician rushed to check up the patient on the spot and diagnosed the lady suffered a cerebral stroke and lost her voice. Her painstaking eyes wanted to say something with tears that she couldn't. Yet I touched her forehead to reply not to leave her.

The priest had the ultimate say, 'the child was punished by God for sin committed by her father who was an atheist in America.'  

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

June Recalled

She was too hot to touch and too shiny to look at. Her extreme passion to kidnap me to a lost world was intoxicating and infectious too. She would never allow green to survive and would love to make her surrounding pale. If disapproved, she would bite with her sharp nail over my hand to force me to recall her passion. The love she tendered would push me to the ground and made be helpless to surrender and sweat profusely. She hardly allowed to keep my shirt and trouser tied with the body. The courses she would repeat to ensure rebirth of generation to symbolizing her love. She is my June who will be again visible after many months.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Success

Its me my dear the defeated one who was not chosen to rule a small assembly of workforce called a trade union. The winner was no one but the guy who was baptized by me in union affairs. In the fag end of the service carrier, lot of experience I faced during election. The people who came in open support and those who opposed with dirty weapons of personification. Character assassination, filthy utterances stole the show. Interestingly, I was branded a militant like dangerous fellow who disliked by women, a rough and tough guy, a liar and what not. In fact, many of these words I heard about our office boss while I was their close associate in that union group. Suppose the adjectives were true, I should not regret considering the winners found the office boss like 'qualities' in me. What an irony! A personal friend of mine viewed me a stupid why I compromised my dignity with an union affair, why I left myself to be judged by a bunch of substandard elements in the name of election. I said I enjoyed it. Its my philosophy to put myself sometime to test in the society of human species with whom I live. In doing so no one dies. But you are able to count the percentage of liking and disliking. In the game, I found less than half of the colleagues chosen me to be their friend. So why should one regret? One must have the courage to face the life and the reality. There was a little taker of my anti corruption views, liability to pay back to the organisation that feeds us everyday, the working efficiency, the decency and decorum in work culture. I dont regret for my defeat in the hands of those who do not believe in these cardinal principles. Yet the fight must go on for progress of the human civilization without expecting for a favourable result.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Hinduism As I conceive

Hinduism is a philosophy derived from Brahman the eternal spirit which was born from supreme realization beyond the creative aspect of reality. Its not a mere religion to put in a same bracket with other religions. Hindu civilisation a product of Hinduism had not sprung up all on a sudden but it was a great river of human and historic experiences and reality having its own source available at the onset of indus civilisation. It had a vission to enlighten the whole human race with invaluable and indispensable ideals without discrimination amongst its believers and non believers. Its like ocean that no one was able to threaten its existence as of now.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

The Patriot Zainul Abedin Ali Khan

Is it right to suspect patriotism of muslim people? Look at the spiritual head of ajmer sharif in Rajasthan who fearelessly boycotted Pakistan prime minister Ashraf for beheading an Indian soldier who happened to be a Hindu. But external minister Khurshid Sahab is scheduled to appease his Pakistani counterpart by a lunch at Jaipur on the day. Contrary to the gesture of our minister the dargah dewan remarked "Pakistan is killing our innocent people by carrying out terror activities and does not take any positive action despite the government of India's official protests." Please consider if darga Dewanji is a patriot then who is a traitor?

Sunday, March 3, 2013

The half human

My kid is scheduled to appear higher secondary exam in March this year. All pressure is over him to succeed to step up to higher education.To acomplish the pressed commitments the boy has to undo many deeds that he liked most. Yet the parent's tention gripped the family with a little hope for a fabulous outcome for a careless kid. Oh! God save it with your supernatural force What else could be thought of.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Viva Sahbag square

My polite submission is what to search the enlightment or the abyss of darkness? The Canning communal attack over Hindu families by ultra Talibans or bangali secular fighters fighting against Bangladeshi Talibans at sahbag square ?

Monday, February 25, 2013

Heart speaks

You are always in my heart. Gautam

Heart speaks

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Gautam the heartless

Gautam my dear brother has forgotten me almost.For a year or more I havnt seen him neither his sweetheart daughter.I am really missing his learned company.The world of readers must know he a serious book reader and a knowledgeable is a rare example of the current generation of youth.Be happy my dear friend.

Thursday, February 21, 2013


3 stupids went to seabeach. The blind praised, "What a sunrise indeed! Listning this the lame who turned around and threatned the blind to kick him out. The bankrupt assured to spend money in thousands if needed to settle the dispute and restore friendship.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Condemn Nayek & his Co.

One Rushdi another Taslima bombard mullahs across the world by unmasking many rots and unfolding stories on the prophet with his religion. The writers are banned with a threat to kill. What I opined at that time Rushdi fomented trouble unnecessarily that capitalized by numerous troublemakers. He should have realised Muslims were not ready to accept such liberal thoughts and would react. But whatever to happen has happened. By doing so, Rushdi has made itself a man of suspect worldwide. Even his wonderful other piece of writings were also suspected by the affected class of people. So bad is bad who lives all the time in tension. Well I dont go for rescue for the trouble makers. May I put now a humble question to the world of reasons that community leaders who could not digest Rushdi how have got right to attack the god Krishna and a holy script Gita? Who have authorised them to condemn Krishna who allegedly did nasty while advising Arjuna to fight against his close relations what the fighter never wanted to do and to reject Mahabharata for stories of rioters in it? The assembly of Muslims in thousands voiced support to listen stories of hatred that the Nayek Shri Jakir in that socalled peace tv meet on Indian soil did recently. Nayek has crossed the limit and is playing with fire. So his supporters. The TV channel has turned out to be a peace breaker. What Nayek misinterpreted Gita and dirtily attacked Shri Krishna who has billions of followers across the world is deplorable. What Shri Krishna preached in Gita was nothing but to fight the wrongdoers irrespective of his relations and the Arjun had to fight for establishment of truth. I hope intelligent branches in our country have not overlooked the deeds of the troublemakers on that 'peace tv channel' and must take Nayek & his company to task before they spread much more nonsense.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Nonsense spread

Just think Bandemataram song a haram antiislamic and Namaste is equally unislamic - so propagated by none other than a muslim intellectual Jakir Nayek in a peace tv meet. A polite hindu professor asked nayek whether madrassas were doing right by not allowing the patriotic song to sing at the madrassas. While the gentleman offered Namaste to the rude at the outset he was asked its meaning. Nayek went on to say a Muslim is a muslim first then an Indian.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Worshiping knowledge

Its a day celebrated to worship devi saraswati not because for a mere idol but for praying to earn knowledge and goodness of mind.The God of wisdom is a gift of Mahadeva The Shiva.Joy ho Bholenath.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Gautam on debate

Goutam Chakraborty
8 Feb (6 days ago)
to me
Apt reply.
My elder brother is not only a brave heart but also a big heart.