Thursday, March 26, 2015

ମୁଁ ମଶା ଟିଏ କହୁଛି

ପ୍ରତିକା - 'ସାଗରିକା' ଫେବ୍-ମାର୍ଚ୍ ୨୦୧୫  ରେ ପ୍ରକାଶିତ ....




12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I read the story "mun mashatie kahuchi" today. It is very good and unique in presentation and style. Congratulations sir

Anonymous said...

Very nice...Loved it thoroughly...
Life is short and fragile in between..
We cant do everything...
Ama hata bandha...
Sata kahibaku kian daribi...sata kahi pache male maribi...Beautifully inserted Hrushikesh sir...

Like the story a lot...
Masa and Human co-relation is very nice.

Anonymous said...

Sir I am very happy after reading your story “Masha”. Though it is a story of your dearer one who suspiciously shaped your thoughts and writings which is partly reflected in your words, to some extent it also portrays my past life. Indeed I am from a very remote village of Bhadrak district and I suffered the exact hardship during my intermediate.

I loved that introductory part, more or less emphasizing the so called “half western”(on which i am writing a story). Though I belong to the same generation I hate them those who are indulged in imitating the notorious activities of western culture.

Anonymous said...

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This satirical short story describes a mosquito (master public speaker!) who has a long association with the university. An accidental bite by mother mosquito saved the life of an old professor from imminent death and in turn the later blessed the former for this unintentional act of kindness. The mother mosquito gave birth to another offspring and here the "old professor" 's blessings were transferred to the young one through a natural act of inheritance. Question comes WHY NOT??? If political legacy could be transferred from father/mother to their off springs so effectively (a term used STD: sexually transmitted democracy), why should the blessings of professor could not be? This mosquito living in the university for a long period has mastered the art of understanding humans the strange nature of human beings and the university. For example , the mosquito has sen the cosmetic up gradation of class rooms with power-point presentation with slides, but the teacher and the students have no time to read! The intelligent mosquito further noticed how year after year, the caste factor crops up in the class room and has a legitimate counter question to such debates. 'If the new born had a control over his/her birth, then children would have been born only to the riches! This mosquito further could very well distinguish between comradeocracy (!) and democracy, where we humans still fumble! My only wish is that the mosquito could have visited one university in our nation during 1975, when a distinguished professor was terminated for standing against the commandment "FREEDOM IS SLAVERY"! Thank you Prof. Hrushikesha Mohanty

Anonymous said...

First of all I would like to thank you very much Sir.. for writing such a beautiful story. this story is really nice and heart touching. and more importantly the story very much related to my life. you don't know anything about me but few lines in page 3 and 4 are directly reflecting to my life.
|| struggle is the part of life ||
I have got huge motivation from your story..!!

Anonymous said...

I am a regular reader of prof Hrushikesh Mohanty's article and poetry books. As already one esteemed reader has already acknowledged that few lines in page 3&4 directly reflects their own life.What should I say? His earlier story "Parishima bahare" is a verbatim carbon copy of my own life-story. His other remarkable short story "Khurdha gamuchha" has created troubles in my house! As eminent odiya wrietr Mohapatra Nilamani Sahu opined " prof. Hrushikesha mohanty poseses the heart of a poet and the brain of a thinker'.Truly these lines are reflected in his stories and a serious reader will find the reflection of his own life there. Friends when you get time read his poetry books "annya jamaja ' to start with

Anonymous said...

Sir Namaskar,

I finished reading both of your stories, Both are different with different circumstances. As a reader i found both very interesting with different aspects...Eagerly waiting for your next GAPA...

Anonymous said...

I read the story. The style of writing is very, very good and it is altogether different from your earlier stories. I also liked the way you have connected with many details of universities and sometimes the emptiness. I was very touched by Jaydev's long journey from Bangalpur to Azimabad University and also by his frustration. But I would have been happier if the story would have ended with Jaydev's something positive action/thought to illuminate the path of future-Jaydevs.

A big congratulation, my dear.

Anonymous said...

Dear Professor Mohanty,
Your story " Mu Mashatie kahuchhi" is really very appealing. The Masha has a compassionate heart for Jayadeva. It is a new type of story in which the mosquito plays a big role.
Best wishes,

Anonymous said...

Sir
pranam.
Gone through Masha and found it as a brilliant peace of satire on present day life touching every aspects particularly socio - political sphere covering the conditions on state of education, policy of reservation, the psycho _ sphere of students , PP presentation of teachers, the ascribed position of political leaders particularly Gandhi family and many more leaders adhering to law of inheritance in capturing the power, the plight of examination , assessment of NAAC to award grade to the Univ , the ideological conflict, unity and diversity etc and many more have been aptly presented in MASHA which I Enjoyed because prof.Mohanty has written this story. I Shall review your stories in Pratibeshi and SHAILAJA , the leading journals of our literature in which I am the creative EDitor. THANKS a lot for your love. Regards.

Anonymous said...

Dear Professor Mohanty,
I enjoyed the stories. You are a very good story teller. Congratulations.
Best,

Anonymous said...

ସାର୍,"ମଶା" ଗପଟି ଫାଇନାଲି ପଢିଲି। ମୋତେ ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ଲଘୁକୌତୁକଭରା ହୋଇଥିବ ବୋଲି,ହେଲେ ସେଥିରେ କିଛି ମରମକଥା ବି ଅଛି। ହଷ୍ଟେଲଜୀବନର କିୟଦଂଶ ମନେପଡିଗଲା!