Sunday, September 30, 2012


Shower in the Middle of Night



Night without is enveloped in darkness,

Clouds pouring thick and fast-

Inside me, the solitary dreamer,

Awake, amidst nocturnus in slumber!!

 

Oh Moue Dieu, Oh Mon Cher,

Take mercy on my dreams in ruins-

And do emerge Sub Rosa,

For a rendezvous with this distraught being!!

 

Dark surround, rains without,

You in front

Lights me up, awakens me out…….

[Translated Tagore]

Friday, September 28, 2012


The Receding

 
Please do arrive –

Do light up the lamp at the desolate corner of my hut

Please do arrive


Mid August evening has descended around

Surround receding fast in the vortex of darkness 

Please do arrive

 
Please bring surprise in my eternal expectation

In the form of undulating fragrance of chrysanthemum

Let the azure blue border of your imposing drapery spread out far and wide on my mind

As the swan song of a consummated dream

Please do arrive


[Translated Tagore]

Thursday, September 27, 2012

An Idiot's Diary

Today is 27th of September......
 
Woke up little early in to the morning, from a blissful sleep last night [after gulping down a few blushful pegs] to the skype call from office.
 
Blushful it is as the pegs were offered by son in law. Though my head says there is nothing wrong, my heart goes the other way leaving me amidst confused temptation.
 
Temptation it is as a Mexican beer with a piece of lemon kissing its way from the bottle to the sip is the ultimate definition of divine bliss
 
Blissful sleep it is as I am a perfect pen picture of Sarat Chandra's definition of an average Bengalee -
 
I am
 
(a) As Worthless and Jobless as a Zaminder suffering from bouts of acidity
 
(b) As indebted as a Bengalee office worker having obligation to rear up and marry off daughters.
 
Hence with occasional unpaid pegs, the worries recede temporarily to oblivion in to a blissful sleep.
 
After sorting out the skype call I took poll position in the sumptuous sofa that gives a fair angular view of the surroundings outside with the rising sun obliquely manifesting on the wooden rampart on the other side of the glass door separating the living room.
 
The sky is wonderfully azure with bouts of milky white clouds fleeting across. The squirrel in the pomegranate tree is scurrying around with aimless business. The girl next door is pacing down to her perked vehicle with usual weekday hurry. The old man is scavenging the roads with monotonous regularity. A few early risers are out on a fitness freak. The peace of the surround is intermittently pierced with the noise of zooming vehicles
 
Inside - me seated on the sofa occasionally turning head to have a sight of my sleeping grandson in the crib.
 
Suddenly someone from within yelled out -----------"Beware of the ides of March" to remind me that all the luxuries would come to an end on 6th of October..........merely a week hence
 
Confused as I am again got trapped between Last Ride Together and Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
 
While Browning whispers: " Forget Future.........Live the Present to the Fullest as if there is no Another Day"
 
Frost argues: " All Good Things in Life must come to an End. Pl Remember the Unfinished Jobs at Hand".
 
Materialized Tagore to take me out of the quigmire and sang aloud: Ami Joto Boli Tare...... Ebar Je Jete Hobe........Mukhopane Cheye Bole...Na Na Na.. Howsoever I try to convince him to say that my time is up, he with his unspoken gaze only insists.....Not now.....Not now.........Not now!!!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012


Deflated Ego


Deep in my sleep in the middle of night -

When I was asked to put on harness

 Firmament wearing galaxy of stars

Did appear steely still while

Surround on earth, draped

in new moon darkness !!


Anxious kins implored not to go out-

Lest I lose way through the forest,

I bragged of a little lamp in hand

And assured that it could take me to the next !!!

 
I stepped out with the little lamp glowing-

In the open, it emerged brighter and brighter,

 Still, amidst the imposing darkness, it appeared teeming-

And created a mesmerizing invisibility near and far !!!!

 
As I shifted gear in defiance-

The breeze around, made the poor lamp shiver,

Leading me to stumble at each pace;

And finally to see myself in totters!!!!!

 
I fell off the straddles-

Hitting head against branch of a tree,

The little lamp went off my grips,

And lay amidst the ruins of leaves!!!!!!

 
When I regained senses,

I found myself drifted far-

The little lamp put out,

And darkness still deeper!!!!!!!

 
I put down my head in shame-

Losing all my might to take on the fight,

I was distraught from within-

And lost all hopes to survive!!!!!!!!

 
At this moment of despair-

One emerged gradually in sight,

I looked up to discover-

It's none other than Him- the Ever Delight ..........

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Forlorn


You’ve arrived unannounced

Amidst a monsoon break

Your silent footprints beyond gaze

Remind of a darkness descend

Morning has had extended sleep

Surround trembles at whistling winds

Firmament is swallowed deep

Compelling clouds filled to brims

Forests miss the chirp of birds

Houses yet to open doors

Who you are- the solitary monk

On the forlorn street, souls no more

Oh my Solitude, Oh my Dear

Waiting with doors ajar

Don’t you ignore my prayer-

And leave me in dreams shattered

[Translated Tagore's Song]

Monday, September 24, 2012

Liberty - Equality - Fraternity


It was middle of January 12 that I came to know of my probable maiden trip to USA. As per the little knowledge that I could gather from wife (thicker than corporate veil), I understood that if it happens, it would be sometime in Sept 12.

In the halcyon days of yore, such probability normally used to surface by way of official notification for a short trip abroad or by way of short listing of candidates for overseas stint. A feeling of butterfly in stomach would then run through the remaining part of the office hours till I could hurry back home and break the news to wife and kids over dinner table.

Faces of wife and therefore of kids would momentarily glow due to such god sent opportunities that would rarely come by and in next moment they would be crestfallen as most of the times the trip would be mine alone.

All the logistics would be taken care of by employer and the camaraderie with the PR official and a few Air India staffers would ensure that I get as best and as comfortable a seat as possible for the class I was meant to travel by.

Nothing of such sorts is available this time. I walked out of the relationship with the said employer way back in 2006. Excellent friendship that I picked on the way with the employer of 30 years however remained as the lengthened swan song of the relationship. As of now I am also out of employment with the second employer due to superannuation on 31st August 12.

Under the circumstances I could say that destiny conspired against me to ensure that the trip takes place for certain. Saying no to the trip was also out of question as the raison d'ĂȘtre is the maiden motherhood of my elder daughter in sojourn - alone to fend for herself.....

A little work out on my schedules and resources assured me that it could be a feasible proposition with little stretches here and there.

Not that I am a travel buff Not that I am very much fond of the country being travelled as such. Whatever and however, I had to commence studies of the proposed country, journey, visa acquisition process, airlines, route, ticketing etc as I did not simply have an escape route.

Initially I was soundly petrified due to flurry of advices from people whose second cousins' mother in law or the friend would have advised something bitter about travelling to US.

First myth was broken during the Visa Interview at the US Consulate in Mumbai. After a brief exchange, the lady at the counter ensured that we were issued a -10- year multiple entry visa.

Finally, I flew out in the wee hours of 6th morning from Mumbai with wife and younger daughter in trail. The flight was on schedule and after about nine hours of flying, we woke up to a bright sunny morning at Heathrow.

First time as it was, we were little nonplussed at the enormity of the airport - though more than adequate directions at each turn ensured that we were in the transit lounge without much ado. One snippet on the way though stood out to remain etched in memory which I cannot resist temptation to document.

 

While trudging along from aircraft to transit lounge with a trolley bag in hand, I was tripped from behind, due largely to my inability to negotiate the way ward trolley bag. The person at fault was a septuagenarian British lady who couldn't collect herself. She made it a point to stand back and apologise for the minor and unintended action. This is what is probably known as British Etiquette, I muttered to myself, while waiving off the incident

After a gruelling halt of about eight hours, during which time I indulged myself in buying a copy of the Daily Telegraph and in window shopping of the liquor shops to get a full measure of the variety of wines available at the duty free; we were in to the next leg of the transatlantic journey. The journey was inane but for two reasons

(1) As we progressed, we were going back in to the day - due to time zone syndrome - giving me a vague confusion as if I am required to re live the day lived by. The bizarre thought dragged me to a story line. I was visualising a scenario where a person having committed manslaughter in Mumbai is on the run and reaches Chicago. He is ultimately nabbed and produced for justice. In the courtroom he seeks to establish that on the material day he was in Chicago as evidenced from circumstantial evidence. The story dissipates there like a crumbled wave on the sea shore as I got back to senses on announcement from cabin crew about impending landing at Chicago

(2) Landing at Chicago I felt as if I am in a time machine that catapulted me to Sept 11 of 1893 and posited me in front of Swami Vivekananda. Strangely my maiden visit to Chicago en route to Milwaukee materialised on Sept 6th - mere five days ahead!! No metaphor.....But my colleague from Australia - Mr Reggie Cabal- who is an American by birth and half Japanese and half Mexican by ancestry, twitted a few days ahead of my trip cautioning me of the timing of the trip as some unfortunate incident had happened with Indians in Milwaukee when one of the Kirana shop owners - a Sardarjee - was gunned down by a person who went berserk. While expressing consternation at the incident he however comforted me by noting that once in USA I should be happy to note the warmth of the average American. I wrote back that I have great respect for the race who has over decades given us exposure to all developments in Science and Technology. I noted that according to me the race is now in the midst of identity crisis and sooner rather than later they would discover their true self when they would learn to balance liberty with equality through practice of universal brotherhood. This feeling of mine as I discovered subsequently is close to what Swamiji foretold a century and a decade ago.

Be that as it may, the arrival was followed by moving with the tide from the aircraft to second transit lounge via immigration. At the immigration we were at the tail of a serpentine queue and after about an hour's wait, we emerged at the immigration face to face with a suave American Customs Official. He was brief in interaction, very polite but firm. He examined our travel documents, took our finger prints and authorised us a stay up to 31st March 2013 though we desired a month's stay only.

After a brief period of confusion as to where to go to catch the next flight, we were helped by an American Lady who guided us out and in to a transit train that whistled us out to the domestic terminal.

It was an American Airliner 2x2 small aircraft that flew us for about 15 minutes to take us to Milwaukee. Incidents thereafter are mundane but for a few experiences that egged me to piece together the memorabilia.

Incident 1: The apartment where my daughter and her husband have their residence is a wooden apartment. Innumerable cluster of apartments are there within the hedged mega compound dotted with foliages in gay abandon.

It was noticed one morning that from one of the contiguous apartments, clouds of smoke was bellowing out with shriek noise of fire alarm.

With a two day baby in home, my son in law got concerned and called up toll free for help. He followed this up by breaking open a fire extinguisher from outside his apartment and rushed to the apartment to empty that on the probable source of fire. Needless to say, Fire fighters arrived before an eye lid was batted and came with elaborate preparedness. Close on the heels were Insurance and Police and after doing necessary jobs and dousing the fire with charming efficiency, they retraced their steps.

The following morning, an official from the Milwaukee Police Department paid a visit to thank my son in law for showing exemplary presence of mind and stated that the Police Department would recommend an honour for him to the Municipal authorities. This incident definitely impressed me as we are not accustomed to this elementary civil rights back home – much less from the State where the CM is going hammer and tongue against FDI in Retail, shouting through out the day that hers was a ‘Government of the pupil, for the pupil and by the pupil’

Incident 2: Baby (of my daughter) developed neo natal jaundice two days in to the birth. Civic hospital authorities made it a point to have one health care official deliver a gadget at residence for making the baby placed within till the disease subsides. This is also beyond imagination for us – the average Indians.

Incident 3: Three news items evoked huge furore in CNN during my stay:

(i)     A life convict serving prison terms in a death row has petitioned against administration of lethal injection on the ground that during 14 years of his internship he has gone so obese, courtesy, care taken by State, that he is apprehensive of the outcome of the administration of the injection. The matter has gone back to medical jurisprudence for expert opinion

(ii)   A brain dead child on life support for three years at State cost, due to belief of parents that she would resuscitate, was taken off the ventilator after getting approval from the highest judiciary in the country

(iii)   The unfortunate assassination of the US Ambassador in Libya allegedly due to a derogatory you tube video on Prophet, and the demand that US condemn the video, has evoked a debate whether the freedom of speech and action should be muzzled by the anarchic demand of fundamentalism

While the debate is lingering even today with no visible solution in sight I am again driven back to my belief that it is a great nation steadfastly holding on to the first principle of French Revolution and in search for solution to contain the principle to a socially acceptable perimeter so as to prevent misuse. They will sooner rather than later find the solution in the second principle and would balance the first and second principle through the medium of third principle. To buttress the belief I am quoting below from the Speech of Swami Vivekananda in Chicago 112 years back:

“Sisters and Brothers of America,

It fills my heart with joy unspeakable to rise in response to the warm and cordial welcome which you have given us……. …..

….. I am proud to belong to a religion which has taught the world both tolerance and universal acceptance. We believe not only in universal toleration, but we accept all religions as true. I am proud to belong to a nation which has sheltered the persecuted and the refugees of all religions and all nations of the earth. I am proud to tell you that we have gathered in our bosom the purest remnant of the Israelites, who came to Southern India and took refuge with us in the very year in which their holy temple was shattered to pieces by Roman tyranny. I am proud to belong to the religion which has sheltered and is still fostering the remnant of the grand Zoroastrian nation. I will quote to you, brethren, a few lines from a hymn which I remember to have repeated from my earliest boyhood, which is every day repeated by millions of human beings: "As the different streams having their sources in different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee."

……… Sectarianism, bigotry, and its horrible descendant, fanaticism, have long possessed this beautiful earth. They have filled the earth with violence, drenched it often and often with human blood, destroyed civilization and sent whole nations to despair. Had it not been for these horrible demons, human society would be far more advanced than it is now. But their time is come; and I fervently hope that the bell that tolled this morning in honour of this convention may be the death-knell of all fanaticism, of all persecutions with the sword or with the pen, and of all uncharitable feelings between persons wending their way to the same goal.”

Sangachhadhwam, Samvadadhwam, Samvo Manasi Janatam’

[Let us all move together, think and speak in a like manner, let all minds, thoughts and views be the same – all point out to the spirit of equality]