Wednesday, October 30, 2019

||| MoKatha: Diwali |||



30th Oct. '19 on Nirvay Odia Newspaper
Today on nivaynews.com the Odia column on Deepabali surveys the contour of change taken place around Deepabali particularly in among Odia people , fathoming the changes and impacts and trends makes a cocktail myths, mysticism, past, present and a projection to future... read and please don't forget to put a comment particularly on what you liked/disliked of it 

Thursday, October 24, 2019

||| MoKatha : MahaMaya |||

||| MoKatha : MahaMaya |||


23rd Oct. '19 on Nirvay newspaper the column comes with my experience on Dashara day while walking down from PMG square Bhubaneswar to Acharjya Bihar via Old bus stand, Rajmahal, Master canteen, Ram Mandir, Sahid Nagar , Vanivihar. With this long talk I had a long chat with Mahamaya Maa Durga on her annual sojourn to this world. 'Mahamaya' the word is a baffling concept the epic projects. The overpowering feelings in this column. Please read and review !


Tuesday, October 15, 2019

||| MoKatha - History |||

||| MoKatha - Ithihas |||
Inviting you to the column today on www.nivaynews.com ePaper Page-6 on 'History'. 16th Oct. '19
Now there is lot of talks on history. People say history is always of the victors. Blame goes Historians write history for rulers. But, people love history of their land. Every event there on the land is the tales of people that its next gen loves. Loving a land is reflected by loving its history of people not only of victors and rulers. The column explores the idea of 'History' in brief. You may add to it with your comments. Happy Reading Bumpy Reasoning ..... :)

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

||| An Ode |||


He is wise who could release
Dead stuck words to lyrics.
Lips open up, laughter stream
He is the wise who can dream.
When many choose to look ahead
One looks back with helping hand.
Then KIIT the poem, KISS the hymn
Wisdom to millennium as all seen!
............................
An ode to the Hon'ble Founder of KIIT & KISS 

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

||| Autumn Search |||

@SourceOfAutumn (Ranpur Maninag Temple Hill)
Went to touch the soft of autumn
Went off from Bricks and mortar
Saw you gleaming and nodding there
Sad I was searching you elsewhere !


@CityAutumnSearch
Went out in search of autumn
Concrete crowd, pandemonium.
Walked alone on straight roads
Wandered gazing at windy lanes.
Found colours on smacking lips
Unknown brushes known paintings.
Whiff of fragrance in borrowings
But at the corner Bakul swings.
Closing eyes smell autumn fragrance
Wanderer anonymous solitary songs.
@BBSR on Dussahra '19

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

||| SARAHAD : MoKatha |||

25th Sept '19 Nirvay www.nirvaynews.com publishes this Odia coulmn 'Sarahad' the Boundary line picturing the contexts that needs boundary to honour or dishonour or redraw. It talks of a village man  Ganga that puts his lifestyle that obeys his financial boundary so he doesn't have to depend upon anybody. Early days, a farmer in village used to grow almost what his family needed an viceversa what was need was almost grown in his field. That life was very close to soil so writers of those days named those people 'MatiRa Manisha' - the man of the soil. Life style was scripted in dictate of self-dependence. But when Gangi found smuggling a packet of maggy noodle through Bairagi a neighbour Ganga had to challenge Bairagi with a call to withdraw himself to his boundary, not interfering household of Ganga. As Bairagi didn't then invited altercation that found both rolling on the dust of the village road. But, now the lifestyle in village has indeed crossed that sarahad making village folks vulnerable to financial needs such that they have to seek freebies in exchange of their democratic rights, tha malady of democracy begins there.
Epic mother Sita in Ramayana crossed the sarahad drawn by Laxman leading to her abduction that unfolded into the poetics of saint Tulashidas , Ramayana. Does that mean crossing the sarahad at times beneficial? Had Sita not been abducted, the epic Ramayana probably would have not been written by the sage Balmik. That could be a hypothesis to ponder on sarahad, the boundary lines.
Boundary of nation, border is highly respected and heavily guarded as if all lie on that line. Lives are lost, honours are earned on the boundary lines. The problem multiplies when such boundary lines remain ill-defined like MacMohan line drawn in dead night silence without any thought resulting into two nations to the folly of a colonialist and foolishness of natives of which both the nations India and Pakistan suffer since their births the deformation that challenges both the nations so badly.
But also true, sarahad is redefined. Bangaldesh is born and old sarahad is scrapped for the new. The time got used to this sarahad.  While sarahad offers a safe congenial space for an entity to blossom but nature inherently wants to change. Entity on living within the same sarahad may find the space not enough fertile for the succor it needs so the need of change. But, a change need not be a discard but an expansion. A person on move pushing its sarahad has chance to excel. So each busy in pushing its sarahad. But who does push this expanding Universe ? Did you say God ? 


Wednesday, September 11, 2019

||| MoKatha: Amazon |||

||| MoKatha: Amazon |||
Today on Nirvay news paper this column takes the reader across long time span from the days when village kids use to whirl-play with a folk-rhyme on jackals to today with fire in Amazon jungle. Those the rhyme was teasing jackals running away off thorny bushes on fire. But the bushes used to come back with the breathing time Nature used to get while human were in hands-off mode. Now, the population growth and eyes on development index have made wide spread deforestation. All remained silent when big trees were cut off for having wide highways. Planting ornamental plants does not serve the purpose. Old days planting peepal and banyan trees and marrying them were dharma of a life. But now
when people love to have bonsai plants living rooms and living rooms in hanging dwellings then the goddess of forests look away. Everyday Amazon burns not only the day you find with roaring tweetrites and socialites on network postings on Amazon fire.
The column takes up this remembering burning on Kahandab forest in epics of Mahabharat. Laments on fats depletion of green canopy on earth fearing of the loss of Amazon jungle while the word may be for eservices, that will be the millennium confusion to disaster ahead.
Each of us we know what to do, but when to do and how fast each of us do is your choice that planet Earth looks at with eager and concern.