Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The Ocean

The Ocean       http://www.ltgtr.in/2011/08/ocean.html

By Vakul Mohanty

Dangling from her fathers figure she walked to the center of the rickety old bridge. She climbed onto him and gazed at the ocean drenched in moon light. The beauty of the sight held her gaze, drawing it towards the endless mysteries of the ocean. Nestling in her fathers bosom she wondered what lay beyond the vast stretch of water, did the ocean truly merge with the havens, overflowing into the abode of the gods?
  She was to be married soon. With a cascaded blur of emotions she walked up to the very spot where years ago her dream had taken shape. She stared at the serene ocean, inviting her, calling her. Her journey was about to begin. Time had come for her to cross the ocean and see what destiny had in store for her.
   Life rarely flows the way you wish it . And her life never even hinted to become the fairy tale she had wished for. Her husband turned out to be a drunken degenerate. He came back late in the evening stinking like the sewer. Tortured by circumstances and hard work, he took out all his frustration on her. He pounded her to the ground. Her soft delicate form changed into a grotesque monstrosity. Her face was swollen from the abuse, her eyes sunk into purple patches, and her nose shattered- held together by a bloodied piece of cloth. She worked gingerly, unable to use her twisted hands. She silently tolerated the torture hoping, hoping for light in the darkness. But even hope was beyond her reach; she was barren and would never bear a child. Her husband married another woman, and her torture continued.
    Pain, pain was all she felt now. Her anger was drowned by her agony; she felt no happiness, no hate, just pain. She walked in along the sandy beach trying, hoping to sink her anguish in to depths of the ocean. But the ocean washed her steps away as if ashamed that she was even there. Her beautiful vision was no longer real; the ocean was no longer a refuge from reality. She had been abandoned to the reality of her life, to her pain.
   A storm raged, but it was nothing compared to the storm that raged within her. She was torn between the pain of her reality and the comfort of death. She was torn between pain and sin; between hell during life and hell after death. She walked to the same spot on the bridge and stared at the ocean- pitch black, its surface torn by the storm. Tortured and mulled….far from the serenity she had once seen. She drowned herself in her dreams, shunned reality. For reality meant only pain, and pain she wanted no more….!!     

Thursday, October 25, 2012




ତୁମେ ପରା ଆସ ଜାଗରଣେ ନେଇ ଧୃତି
ଧରି ଖଣ୍ଡା ଓ ଖର୍ପର,
ମହିଷା କୁ ଗଂଜୀ କରିବାକୁ  ପ୍ରକଟ ସତ୍ୟର |

କାହିଁ କିଛିତ ହେଲାନି  ସେମିତି , ଯେମିତି ସେମିତି ଲାଗିଛି
ମହିଷାର ଜୟ ଜୟାକାର |
ଲୁନ୍ଠିତ ଏ ପୁର, ଅବଲୁନ୍ଠିତ ତ ଯେ କେତେ ନାରୀ ନର
ମହିଶାଂକ ଜ୍ବାଲାରେ, ଏ ଧରା  ପରେ  |
ତେବେବି ତୁ କେମିତି ଯାଉ ଚାଲି ଏମିତି ଏମିତି , ନଦେଖିଲା ପରି
ଆଜି ଦଶମୀ ରେ |

ଆସିଥିଲୁ କେତେ ମିନତି ରେ ବରଷକ ପରେ |
ଗହଲ ଚହଲରେ ଅମେ ସିନା ଭୁଲି ଗଲୁ ଭାବ ବିହ୍ବଲରେ ;
କିନ୍ତୁ ତୁ କେମିତି ଦେଖିଲୁନି ଯାହା ସବୁ ଘଟିଯାଏ ସବୁରି ଉହାଡେ |

ଆ ମା ! ଫେରିଆ ବାସନ୍ତୀ ଦୁର୍ଗା ରେ |
ଦେ’ ଟେକି ବାଛି ବାଛି ତୀର
ଭାରୀ ଦେ ମା ଶକ୍ତୀ’ ଖୋଜି ରାମ ଟିଏ ଯିଏ  ଆଜି ର ପ୍ରବୀର |

ଆଶିବୁ ତ ମା’ ଫେରି
ସତ ସତ ବିଜୟାଟେ ନେଇ
ଏଇ ଧରା ପାଇଁ |
ଆଜୀ ଠାରୁ ଠିଆ , ଆମେ  ସବୁ  ତୁମ ଅପେକ୍ଷାରେ
 ସେଇ  ମଣ୍ଡପ  କୁ ଚାହିଁ |

ହୃଷିକେଶ ମହାନ୍ତି
ହଇଦରବାଦ ବିସ୍ବବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟ

Saturday, October 20, 2012

A Sitting

Anwesha - Our daughter has drawn the attached picture on her bed-room wall ...
the first one she has drawn of human-body that's to so big.
I thinks it's good for a beginner. Isn't it?

Friday, October 19, 2012

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Phula Tuma Pain


ଇଏ କେଉଁ ଲୋଡା, ଇଏ କେଉଁ ଖୋଜା ତାକୁ
ଯାହାର  ନାହିଁ ନିଜ ରୂପ ନାହିଁ ବି ଆକାର |
ତେବେବି ମୁଁ ଖୋଜେ ସକାଳେ ଖରାରେ, ଜହ୍ନର ଶୀତଳ ସ୍ପର୍ଶରେ
ବୁଝିବାକୁ କାହିଁକି ଏମିତି ମୋ ହସ୍ତାକ୍ଷର.

ଖରାରେ ତରାରେ, ଘୋର ଝଡି ବରଷାରେ
ଘୁରିବୁଲେ ଅଜଣା ଅନ୍ବେଷଣେ
କସ୍ତୁରୀ ମୃଗର ଧୀଆନେ!

ସମୀର ଗାଏ, ତା ଗୀତ ସାଇଁ  ସାଇଁ
ଝାଉଁ ଗହଳି ଭିତରେ କେବେ ଦିଶେ ତାର ଛାଇ |
ଭୂତ ନାହିଁ, ଭବିଷ୍ୟତ ନାହିଁ ;
ବର୍ତମାନ କାହିଁକି କେଜାଣି ହାତ ମୁଠାକୁ ଆସେନି
ତେବେବି ମୋ ନଜର ତୁମଠୁ କେବେତ ଯାଏନି!

ଖୋଜା ମୋର ଅଜଣା ର ଖୋଜା |
ଲୋଡା ଏକ ସୁଚକ ଯେ ଲୋଡା
ଯେ କହିବ ମୋ ଦୀର୍ଘ ପଥର ଖସଡା;
ମୁଁ ସୁଣୁଥିବି ମନେ ମନେ
ନିଜକୁ ସଜାଈ ଏକ ପରୀକ୍ଷିତ ର ଧିଆନେ |

ପରୀକ୍ଷିତ ମୁଁ ପଚାରେ – ଧରି କଲୁଷ ମୁଠାରେ
ଚାଲୁଛି  ଯେ ଚାଲୁଛି
ଧରି ମୋ ଅସ୍ଥୀ-ମାଂସ ଭାର ;
ସତେକି ରହିଥିବ ତୁମେ ସେମିତି ଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ
ଆଉ ଅଧୁରା ଅଧୁରା ରହିଯିବି ମୁଁ ତୁମ ଅନ୍ବେଷଣେ !

ହୃଷିକେଶ ମହାନ୍ତି
୪୧ ଡଏନସ କଲୋନୀ , ହାଇଦରାବାଦ ୫୦୦ ୦୧୯ , ଭାରତ


ଇଏ କେଉଁ ଲୋଡା, ଇଏ କେଉଁ ଖୋଜା ତାକୁ
ଯାହାର ନାହିଁ ନିଜ ରୂପ ନାହିଁ ବି ଆକାର |
ତେବେବି ମୁଁ ଖୋଜେ ସକାଳେ ଖରାରେ, ଜହ୍ନର ଶୀତଳ ସ୍ପର୍ଶରେ
ବୁଝିବାକୁ କାହିଁକି ଏମିତି ମୋ ହସ୍ତାକ୍ଷର |

A stanza of 477th poem Anweshan ... The Search

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Neural Net

A different stroke (to Computer Science !) ....

A Net that never catches but allows data to pass through again and again is Neural Net!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

ବାହୁ ଯୁଗଳ

ବାହୁ ଯୁଗଳ
ଶରତ ର ମୃଦୁ ବିସ୍ତୃତି ପରି
ଶୋଭା ତୁମର ସେ ହାତ ଯୁଗଳ
ସତେ ଆଦରି ନେବାକୁ ମୋତେ  ତୁମ ବୁକୁ ପରେ;
କେଉଁ ଅଜଣା ଅନ୍ବେଷଣେ ମୋ ଆଖି ଘୁରି ଘୁରି ବୁଲେ |

This is the first stanza of my 476th poem written on 16th Oct. '12.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Sunday, October 14, 2012

A Lazy Weekend

Papu is taking cooking tips from his mother Anjali on 15th Oct. '12
on Skype from USA

From Nursery You are ......

From Nursery You are ......

Friday, October 12, 2012

Reforms in Education

 Reforms : Not just Opening Up!

Opening up is inevitable. But the point is when it should happen and what it would result to. Managing preconditions and postconditions (regressive impacts being unprepared to its impacts) is the point we are concerned with.

Let's see a simple domain 'education'. Foreign Universities are now courting with counterparts of India (I was engaged with such collaborations with European Univs.). This pro

cess results to export of our students and draining out of (parents') money (through bank loans). That's even fine (not much money). At the best it results to few trips for faculty.

But, the point is where does it lead to at the end when foreign Univ are allowed in (at the best by the next parliament)? Already most of the state Univs are almost sick. Seems, our Univs are waiting soon to face the public sectors!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

A Puja at Home

Puja Pare Ame Duheen


Many of you Odias might be aware of this book 'Sea Men' ; but, still I choose to writ this as a token of my appreciation of the book 'SAMUDRA MANISHA (Sea Men) written by Sj. Bhima Prusti and published by Saraswati, Gouri nagar, Bhaubaneswar-2. The book has its first edition in 2006 and the second edition in 2011.

Every visit to Odisha, for me has three intense desires: visit to my village, purchasing new Odia book and Maprabhu Sri Jagannath darshan. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to fulfill my the third desire. However, I could purchase a few Odia books from well known favourite hunting place- old bus stand at Bhubaneswar.  The shop owner recommended some books and this book caught to my eyes the most. While returning on train, I could finish reading the book.

The book is of 116 pages with 12 stories and two articles from the writer one for each edition. The book costs Rs.80.-.

In a sentence, if I can, should tell of the book --- demonstrates the intense call of nativity. The charm a piece of land spells on its people, inhabitants is immense and immeasurable. People love to land is similarly unexplainable . beyond any reasoning.

Such a land is 'Satabhaya' village an end of Odisha, India and Asia, now located at the edge of Bay of Bengla. The wavy treacherous monstrous tongue of sea has already licked off five villages out of a cluster of seven. Sixth village 'Kanpur' is half gone into enormous hungry stomach, and now at every second threatens the existence of the last Satabhaya village that's just waiting for watery grave.

But people, how do they take this. Shri Bhim babu has deftly crafted the psychology of such people who are so helpless at the cruelty of nature as well as at the politics. The head man of  Satabhaya cluster everyday used to walk up on to the sand pile and stare at the roaring sea to find the place where his parents and grandparents had a house along a busy lane filled with playful kids. The men didn't marry and died with a great longing- Panchu-Barahi goddess will never be touched by sea - the eldest sister of the seven, the other one is Biraja goddess at Jajpur. But, Panchu-Barahi temple is almost on the jaw of the sea. But, that oldman is not there now to see it. An old woman in "Asunu Aaa" story walks out in the middle of dreadful nights to visit  the village that's already in sea. A Bangladeshi refugee though finds discriminated by natives still owns the land of Satabhaya. Youths like of any other places have left for distant cities for living; but they come back every year to Satabhaya on chaitra jatra of Panchu-Barahai Goddess. But, politics have not left these people. Congress and Biju Janata Dala- one maks a project for their rehabilitation and the other unmake it. People, remain untouched of it. They just shift their habitations behind the sand dunes sea makes in every disastrous cyclone. As long as Satabhaya village is there these people of sea will be there. And the days are not very far to see the large waves of Bay Bengal leaping over helpless cottages and erasing out the geography of Satabhaya for ever. Who'll stop the might nature?

At least people in future, will get the picture of Satabhaya, its people, their life style and more on their infectious longing for the land called Satabhaya. Writer Sj. Bhima babu has been very successful to paint scenes like mornings, noons, evenings, chaita jatra;  characters like of pujarini of Panchu-Barahi, night-walking sasu , her bohu, bohu kani bandha pua (hen-pecked son) , adventurous grand-son and protective grand-mother, lazy and  intoxicated husband are many nicely taking role in telling their tales as sea men.

No wonder why Sj. Bhima Prusty   has been awared 2009 Sahitya Academy Award and 2005 the first Sibaram Patra memorial award.

My heartiest congratulations to you Sj. Bhima babu for this nice saraswat creation!

Hrushikesha Mohanty
11th October 2012.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

A Bronze for Judo

Our daughter Anwesha wins Bronze for Judo in Osmania University Inter College Tournament for Women 2012-23.

Leaves Sellers

Ladies from far West Bengal picking up leaves of different types and carrying to Kolkatafor sale. This is everyday scene at Markona railway station. A struggle for living for these ladies ...

Home Railway Station

Changes and Competitions

Green and Concrete engaged in competition
A pic of Patia from a flat

Autumn and Nature

 from a train running to my home in Odisha