amar janla...


"amar janla diye ektukhani akash dekha jay
ektu borsha ektu grishsho ektukhani sheeth
sei ektukhani chouKo chhobi akre dhore thaki
amar janla diye amar prithibi

sei prithibite bikeler rong hemonte holud
sei prithibite pasher barir kanna sona jay
sei prithibita boroi chhoto amar janlay
amar janla diye amar prithibi

sei prithibite bachar janna judhho kori roj
ektukhani bachar janna hajar aposh
sei prithibir naam Kolkata ki Bharat janina
tumi tomar prithibir naamta jano ki?

tumi bolbe amar beniyapukur tomar behala
tumi gondi kete dekhiye debe poshchim bangla
hoyto keralar akash ar ektu beshi neel
tobu setao ki noy amar prithibi?

amar janla diye jay na dekha Islamabad
sudhu dekhi ami roj amar pasher barir chhad
ekta holde sari sukochhe ar mojar rongta neel
aj prithibita boroi rongin

keu Alabamay boshe bangla gaan-i gay
keu porchhe koran taar Japani janlay
tumi hisheb kore bolte paro Paris-er samay
tobu kar janlay ke ki dekhe,hisheb kora jay ki bolo?

moner janla achhe...
moner janla diye tumi beriye porte paro
Mexico-te boshe bajano jay guitar
kothay tumi tanbe bolo desher simarekha
amar janla diye gota prithibi

tai janla amar maane na je dhormer bibhed
janla jatiotabaader poroya korena
janla amar pub na poshchimer dike khola
janla se to nijei jane na...

janla amay sokal belay sonay bhoirobi
ar sondhye bela sonay John Coleridge
gaaner sure deshadeshi reshareshi nei
amar gaaner janlay gota prithibi..."

Watched "C for CLOWN" at the Odeon theatre festival today...
Produced by Cinematograph,directed by Rajat Kapoor and written by Rajat Kapoor,Atul Kumar,Vinay Pathak,Keneth Philips and Sheeba Chadha,"C for CLOWN" was entertainment all the way
The script mostly comprised unadulterated gibberish garnished with a few english dialogues deftly thrown in between..the actors were funny,jocular,spontaneous,hilarious and all that you can think of when I say "Oh God!my sides have started aching..I'll explode if I laugh anymore".
The performers came up with impromptu improvisations,involving the audience in the saga all through...
The play mostly reflected the darker side of the clowns' life...exposed the face beneath layers of makeup and paint...the face that lies underneath all 'ha!ha!hee!hee!'...
Not exactly what you would call 'thought provoking',so to speak...not dark or anything,nothing you would get back home and muse on...but ,as I said before,it was pure entertainment ,nonetheless...
The costumes were innovative,the music was upbeat and the set was simple.
Rajat Kapoor was a dude...and I fell back in love with Ranvir Shorey...Sheeba Chadha was brilliant as "Fifi,the clown"..made me wish I could play her role.Vinay Pathak was good fun,as always.Ditto for Atul Kumar.

thought of the moment:~"To be,or, not to be a clown,that is the question..."

hee hee :p

LOL!

...and unfortunately money seems to be the solution to all my problems right now.
guess, smiles are not all that you need to live a good life.

"janish,Mahendra Singh Dhoni naki 3 litre doodh khay..."
"kiser doodh?tiktikir?"
"tiktikir abar doodh hoy naki,boka?"
"hoyna bujhi?tahole oder bachchara ki khay,re?"

uff !!! maane, ki bolbo!

I had a bad dream last night...
I won't say much about what the dream was...only that,I fear it might come true.
Woke up in cold perspiration and found two new text messages on my phone which reasserted my premonition.
I hate it when my day starts like this.
To the person who came in my dream last night and sent me those messages,I wish I could hate you...
You asked me NOT to blog about you...there,I did it again!!

I am not a poetry person...let's face it,I'm not the kind you would look out for when you're in the mood to discuss Neruda or Elliot for that matter...I can't write poetry for nuts, and I'm not a voracious devourer of poetry,either.
However,poetry composed in lucid, free flowing language manage to interest me much.I have a penchant for poetries such as these..so much so that I've often scribbled random verses I've heard somewhere in scrap pieces of paper and tucked them inside my jhola...
One such poster manged to grab my attention today...there it was prercariously hanging loose on the wall right outside JU...
The poem's called "Malda Station"...And it goes like this..

"station theke kaalo megher chhaya dekhte pai
musafir khanay jhogra kore lok
ami dekhte pai cha walla boshe kaade
dukhho holo engine-er awaaj
dukhho jokhon kome jay
neel akasher chaand dekhte pai"

some non descript,typically common place seventeen year old Raju Chakroborty wrote this..
'So what?',you'd probably say..
The irony is that Raju is a peddlar.He sells waterbottles and cold drinks at the railway station...the rest of the time he writes poetry...
It gives me goosebumps to even think that maybe someday I've bought a bottle of soda from the boy,carelessly thrusting the price in his hand, without realising for once that the fingers with which he took the money from me are the same nimble fingers that produce such wonderfully graphic poems like Malda Station
Incredible how these people still manage to dream so big despite whatever hindrances and struggles that befall them in their everyday fight for a better existence...
Kudos to Raju and all others like him who haven't yet been disillusined about life in general,and who still manage to potray the reality through such simple yet strong imageries.

[whoever wishes to read more of Raju's poems,or even other poems for that matter may log on to www.daywalka.org]

I'm pissed.pissed with everything.this is my exclusive 'piss off time'.I'm pissed with the world at large.Pissed with myself,with mum,I'm pissed with the big guy up there,pissed with my best friend...
Byas!I'm just done with everything.angry,cross,exasperated.Nothing's working the way they should and I'm too tired and worn out to make that conscious effort to sort things out.Not this time.If things are this way,so be it.I can't straighten things out anymore.Let them be as they are...crumpled,messy,stray,haywire..I'm sick of ironing out the differences.Sick of acting the scapegoat.I'm gonna act selfish this one time and sit back and watch others as they clean the dishes, wash the laundry,take the garbage out..the regular stuff.

8.20pm.wednesday night...(A on the other end of the phone)

me:-umm...A,i, ummmm,heard,ummmmm,that P.B is leaving college and all(trying to sound verrry cool,assuming all this to be somekind of a joke)

A:-yeah!he's leaving for bhopal..he's going there to study law and all...why didn't you know??

me:-whaaaaaa??really?you mean its not a joke?(trying to sound even more cool this time...hopeless, futile attempts...voice breaking...)

A:-why should it be joke man?he's leaving for real...even we are really shocked and surprised...infact...
I hang up.

There are times when i take myself by surprise,like yesterday.To think that I got this affected by the news of a friend leaving, is a surprise in itself...
We were never really the best of friends...but we were friends,atleast...and what can I say? it hurts real bad when friends go away...
P.B,in case you're reading this...take care,buddy!And please don't ever think I wanted you to go(I might have cracked a joke a zillion times about how relieved I would be if you left the department,but you do realise that I never meant it,right?)
be good and be happy wherever you might go...