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I WAS THERE WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
so, this is an interesting story to tell- the one i have told too many times. there are these moments in one's live which gleam more than other usual monochromatic ones, the moments, gogol, the russian writer calls, the moment of absolute happiness and satisfaction. chandradhar sharma guleri talks about it the important moments in one's life, which one remembers, may be years later, and they flash in the final moments of ones life. let us start before the start then. it was 2012. i had already lost hope to see some good literary activity in the department of English Patna college. there was no initiative from the faculty and the students in my batch had taken on themselves to prove that at last, poetry and creative writing had lost all their relevancy. a failed attempt to publish a magazine sat on my back- the burden tiring and the life threatening experience it had been, it led me to believe that my days in literature were numbered. but it was 2012 an
आज चंद्र्ग्रहण है - निशान्त
आजतक वह यह नहीं समझ पाया था कि कलकत्ता एक महानगर है या कई छोटे-छोटे गाँवों से मिलकर बना एक नगर जिसका किसी ने केन्द्रीयकरण कर दिया हो. देबा कलकत्ता इस मर्तबा आठ सालों बाद लौटा था. आठ साल में कलकत्ता के राजनीतिक नारे भले ही बदल गये, लेकिन कलकत्ता शायद ही बदल पाया. स्टेशन पर वही भीड़भाड़, संकरी गलियां, कालीघाट की ओर जाने वाली सुरंग उसी हाल में कराहती नजर आ रही थी. सड़क पर बैठे तांत्रिक जो दस रुपए में भविष्य देखने का दावा आज भी कर रहे हैं, जो आज भी अपने आपको कामख्या से सिद्ध होकर आया हुए बताना नहीं भूले. मांसल शरीर वाली बंगाली औरतें जो आज भी भर मांग सिंदूर करती हैं और कम उम्र की जवान होती लड़कियां आज भी अपने माथे पर बिंदी लगाना नहीं भूली हैं. किसी भी किताब-कॉपी के दुकान पर शरतचंद्र की किताबें प्रथम पंक्ति में आज भी उसी तरह विराजमान है जैसे कि अंत तक देवदास के मन में पारो विराजमान थी. देबा का परिवार सात पीढ़ी पहले कलकत्ता आ गया था, जैसे कि पटना, भागलपुर ,बनारस की कई बस्तियां रातोंरात कलकत्ता के हिस्से आ जाता था. देबा के परिवार के कई लोगों ने कालीघाट पर बैठकर तांत्रिक का काम किया, उसके दादा ने
how to lose friends and alienate people: an e-pamphlet about poets, philosophers and the left
an e-pamphlet : about activities that are left and the need to understand the left dear diary, so basically, in a recent discussion (where i had to put up with a few "leftist" people ploughing the carcass of our democracy with fervent chants of mao mao) they decided that except the left and in that too, a specific group - the rest of them have been conformists to the status quo which is namely congress, while Bjp has always been the violent right. (to which i totally agree) as a poet, i despise labels and if only it was compulsory to assert to any identity, which no poet in the true sense will like - i'd be a poet, just a poet, with very specific old world set of ideals, and a very lower middle class consciousness. let us not dwell into history. that is useless. let us forget the stalins(for murder is not always murder and the frame of references are fixed stringently an