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Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Survivors of a Sunday ..........
Survivors of a Sunday .......... came on my way
Wanted to be clicked ..... next morning could be dead
Who knows, food on hoof as long as mankind chase.
Wanted to be clicked ..... next morning could be dead
Who knows, food on hoof as long as mankind chase.
Friday, December 25, 2015
WHY DO I WRITE ?
Why do I write ? This question never before I have asked to myself. Justification of self engrossed in literature has never been my quest. Never have thought it would be of use to self or people though I know literature is for the benefit of society. But, I can't and I don't wish to brag self for claiming goodness of my literature. It's also not true I write for money and fame. Never have thought I will make a great contribution to Odia literature. I don't long for loud claps in auditorium. Infact sharp criticism hounds for my indulgence. Some computer science professionals clandestinely gossip of my indulgence in literature. People at home even chides at my late night engagement with literature. But, still I write. I write because I'm helpless.
Fortunate , some have inspired. Eminent poet (Padmabhusan and the ex-president of Kendriya Sahitya Academy) Sj. Ramakanta Ratha while blessing my the first poetry book 'Ananya Jamaja' said ,'You have started writing late in life. Keep writing." That increased my self confidence. Ex-Headmaster of my native place late sj. Bankim Chandra Moharana, a president award winner teacher had many good words to my writing. I'm thankful to him. In addition, Sj. Shrusthidara Parida, the editor Dhwani Pratidhwani and Smt. Shairendree Sahoo, the editor of Sagarika, are kind enough in printing works of a starter. They have been inspiring for their love with literature.
In childhood I used to accompany my grandfather to 'pala'. It was an addiction for me. That time in village for every celebration there used to be 'pala'. (a group of people narrates religious stories in poems). Unlike today there were no hungama of electronics gadgets. Those time we had a blind 'gahana' the head singer with extraordinary excellency in Odia literature. My grandfather's profound knowledge on puranic texts and love of literature of this blind singer have put seeds of sahitya in me, as I see it now.
I'm born to a small village 'Bangalpur, Simulia Block of Balasore district in Odisha. My village is not blessed with scenic nature like streams, sea or mountains. But, still it's the place of my most liking. Alas, I have just lived there for eleven years of my child hood. But, those many years have pervaded my years of now. It's with me wherever I can be. As I close my eyes with griefs of a day, the dusty roads, big trees, birds, green fields and people of my village come down to sit on my eyelids and disappear as day breaks leaving me helpless with my struggle for livelihood. This helplessness flows as words on white papers from my pen.
I let my village in search of my education and then profession. First I started with ECIL - a public sector then joined University of Hyderabad for a career in teaching and research. True to the profession I am in research and teaching. I write research papers in Computer Science, but not creative writing. My life has been faithfully remain limited from home-office-home. I don't hesitate that is a limited dimension of life. But, there where I have been.
A time came, in my life I had to cook for two years and to commute daily nearly 30 Kms on city buses with hustle and bustle. That made me to look at run of life in morning and tires of day in evening. That was a moment reckoning when sweat soaked towels of toiling workers rushed over my nose and when I got squeezed by bony bodies around while traveling in suffocating even rush in city bus. With these pains in heart one night my the first poem 'Ananya Jamaja' - the Unique Twins' took shape in 22 minutes from 10pm to 10.22pm. Since than I have never stopped writing for a day even. Put my hand in poems, stories, essays and weekly columns.
In my writings I put my heart, my mind pours out its words. I keep writing with a hope one day some will read and say, ' Aha ! look at this writer, has so much pain and helpless inside.' How good will be our world when one says 'Aha' at the suffering of another !
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Translation of the Odia article "Mun Kahinki Lekhe - Why I write" published in Dhwani Pratidhwani on 13th December 2015.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
PRATIBESHI
- of my Odia poem and a review of my the third poetry book found place in "Pratibeshi" - a prestigious Odia literary publication appears from Kolkatta since last 33 years .... Kudos to Pitambar babu the editor and Atul the Cover page designer ... wonderful literary magazine waiting eagerly to have it on my study table.
SUNYABAD
15th century saint poet Achyutananda Das a proponent of 'Sunyabad' defines void .. so beautifully see its Odia and English translation .........................
Good you ask me the secret of void.
The void folds inside a void,
Mystic the void ultimate creator
Exists to pervade all around for sure.
Schemes to make all dance everywhere
Looks as if paranoid but void takes care.
The void proposes to dispose in void
But remains aloof with folds of void.
Good you ask me the secret of void.
The void folds inside a void,
Mystic the void ultimate creator
Exists to pervade all around for sure.
Schemes to make all dance everywhere
Looks as if paranoid but void takes care.
The void proposes to dispose in void
But remains aloof with folds of void.
- Santha Kabi Achyutananda Das (translation by me, if better you can please put it.)
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
SUFI SAINT BULLEH SAHA'S POEM
||| It's all in One Contained |||
- Sufi Saint Bulleh Saha sings :
- Sufi Saint Bulleh Saha sings :
What use is it bowing one's head ?
To what avail has prostrating led ?
Reading Kalma you make them laugh,
Absorbing not a word while Quran you quaff,
The truth must be here and there sustained,
It's all in One contained.
||| STRANGE ARE THE TIMES |||To what avail has prostrating led ?
Reading Kalma you make them laugh,
Absorbing not a word while Quran you quaff,
The truth must be here and there sustained,
It's all in One contained.
- Sufi Saint Bulleh Saha's poem.
Crows swoop on hawks
Sparrows do eagles stalk.
Strange are the times !
Those with coarse blankets are kings;
The erstwhile kings watch them from the ring.
Strange are the times !
||| I AM IN GREAT AGONY ||
- Sufi Saint Bulleh Saha's poem
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Come my love, take care of me,
I'm in great agony.
Ever separated, my dreams are dreary.
Looking for you, my eyes are weary.
All alone robbed in a desert,
Waylaid by a bunch of waywards.
The Mulla and Qazi show me the way,
Their maze of dharma that is in sway.
They are the confirmed thieves of time.
They spread their net of saintly crime.
Come my love, take care of me,
I'm in great agony.
||| I KNOW NOT WHO I AM ||
- Sufi Saint Bulleh Saha's poem
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I know not who I am.
I am neither a believer going to the mosque,
Nor given to non-believing ways.
Neither clean nor unclean.
Neither Moses nor Pharaoh.
I know not who I am.
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I was in the beginning, I'd be there in the end.
I know not any one other than the One.
Who could be wiser then Bulleh Saha
Whose master is ever there to tend ?
I know not who I am.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Odia Columns
30th December 1015
23rd December
16 December 2015
09 December 2015
02 December 2015
25th Nov. 2015
My Odia column today on Samrt city published at Nirvaya Newspaper today. 14th Oct. 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Friday, October 9, 2015
ON BLOG WRITING
Blog writing is basically a means for self-expression. This media is completely under the control of blog writer. The blog owner doesn't have to wait for the nod of media owners. Be it print or digital all media is almost privately own. And Government run media has its own limitation. If you want to express yourself unconstrained it's social media the digital world is going to offer you. Blog writing is the best among.
Blog provides a wide canvas to express yourself. You can put text, image, video on your blog. Your blog is visible all over the world. Both readers and blog owner can be connected by other means like email so that any update on blog all stake holders are prompted. For an example a reader can put a comment on a blog and then the blog owner intimated by an email. This offline connectivity is not-intrusive and demanding as we see for on-line social media like Tweeter and Facebook. Now, Facebook ofcourse has started giving this offline connectivity.
Blog provides explicit owning by the blog owner onlike Facebook where one's friend can post on former's wall. Here your reader can only put a comment on comment area but can't vandalise the owner's canvas.
At the same time, blog owner while enjoying freedom and exclusiveness has to be complete responsible of the content put on the blog.
Blog writing enables an observer to quickly jot down on the matter of concerned and the matter surrounding self. Such regular writing soothes one's sensitivity, sharpens the skill of observation and develops the skill of writing and expressing self in a positive manner. Usability of blogs for sharing educational study material is well imaginable. But, more its use as social media is well appreciated. Blogs are also being for commercial purposes like a place to exhibit one products.
More for youngsters, it hones their skill in public writing, personality development, responding to comments. Still more, it is an opportunistic media where one can exhibit its values that lie hidden in one's unexplored corners.
Monday, September 28, 2015
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