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କାହାର ଆଜ୍ଞା ରେ ଆସିିଲା  କହ୍ନେଇ
କାହାର ଆଜ୍ଞା ରେ ରାଧା ହେଲା ବାଇ
କାହାର ଆଜ୍ଞା ରେ ଧରା ଋତୁବତୀ ହୁଏ
କାହାର ଆଜ୍ଞା ରେ କଳା କୋଇଲି ଟି ଗାଏ ?

ଅମୀମାଂସିତ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନମାଳା
                   ଝୁଲାଇ ଦିଅଗୋ ବେକରେ
ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ମୃୃତ୍ୟୁ କୁ ମୋର
                   ଉତ୍ତର ପାଇବା ଆଶାରେ
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Who makes Adam to play his flute
Who makes to Eve to dance to beat
Who tells Earth to bring Apples here
Who tells cuckoo to sing on foyer

Garland me of these unanswered questions
I Invite oh! death with  hopes  for answers  !

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Burnt-Face Gen

||| MoKatha: Burnt-Face Gen |||

... Wednesday MoKatha column on www.nirbayanews.com today takes on the first generation town migrants and their malady in identity crisis and sense of loosing the nativity. The column takes two props, the first gen urbanites who compete to be seen at their birthplace with honour. In the process they bring politics and destabilize the rural society with unwanted political rivalry. Thus, the gen turns to burnt-face gen !

Odia readers are invited for comments ...............

||| MoKatha - God Mine and Your |||

This column provides a narration on petty politics now runs in rural Odisha. The politics has gone so deep down that even village temple is getting divided on party line. Shocking, the deserters who still hang on horizon of village but settled in town, try to detect terms on village affairs possibly due to identity crisis they feel in urban life. The column basically provides a picture that I visualised in my the recent past visit to my village in Odisha. More or less, the story is the same all around India - an eventful transition India is facing now during its metamorphosis of rural India to urban India.

The column appeared on Nirvaya News paper on 21st Sept. '16. Every Wednesday MoKatha appears on Page-8 at www.nirvayanews.com - Read and Opine : A standing Welcome with thanks.

Digital Pidhi PandaNka Tharu MuhaN BuleieNeba

Published in 14th Sept. Nirvaya News paper ...

Rituals are the mode of expressing continuity of life. Atheist or theists both make their own rituals. And  later rituals are institutionalised to follow it. But, a judicious society does not stale itself being bound to some framed rules like rituals and religions. A self-assessment is needed for rational changes.
Such a change is in dire need for Odisha Sri Jagannatha temples. Thanks to media, now world knows vandalism Pandas in temples. Unless they change themselves, youth of digital age is going to discard them. Continuity of temple ritual is intertwined with a great belief of humanity, all will be at great los loss if they continue with what they are now.  

WHERE IS FRIENDHIP

In the course of time rituals, celebrations change. Change is permanent. But some go in hurry to make a change without looking into self's possession .. probably the thing is being reinvented in the name of change. Some such changes are current call for celebration of different days .. father day, mother day, friendship day, valentine day etc. etc ... The column  takes up the mindset in such day celebrations ........ Posted on MoKatha Page 8 of 7th Sept. 16 Nirvaya News paper www.nirvaynews.com  ....

Gone Wise Subodha

Subodh a lad of Bangalpur  being reared up my grandmother BaieAmaa had a roaring childhood inspite being an orphan. His childhood success in study as well as all other admirable issues made people to declare him as the gem of the the village forecasting him a bright future that would make all Bangapuria proud of. But the cruel future was lurking at not too far to catch him as soon as he joined Bhadrak college to get drafted to an ism that was to bring him police cases, failures and deceptions. He felt utterly disappointed when he knew the gurus who propelled him to be drafted in the ism are themselves no less hypocrites to put their own kids in posh private schools and send them USA for higher earnings while they discourage even to drink coco-cola because they find the liquid is poisoned with capitalism. In the meantime Subodh had lost his granny and sold the lands to fund the ism-treasury to which the hand of few is laid only. Once gone underground gets disillusioned seeing the gurus at close quarters and comes out to spill the bean and to say BhadarKhias and Bangapurias study time is study-time not for panthi-giri.

Watch my column in Odia on Page-8 every Wednesday in Nirvay Newspaper www.nirvaynews.com

Summer vaccation of an Old Man

The old man I met in train was from rural Odisha not knowing any other language except Odia. On initiating conversation the realization took me to the changes unfolding in deep rural areas of Odisha bringing in sea changes to Odia society. The change has resulted to annual sojourn of an oldman who never crossed Odisha boundary before. He comes with grandchildren and daughter-in-law every summer from village to Hyderabad. His son is a middle man to supply rural Odia unskilled youth to factories in Hyderabad. He stays mostly in Hyderabad while rest of the family stay in village. The life goes on in counting summer vacation spent at Hyderabad ... the change sociologists need to study in detail. 

My column today on Nirvay ... Welcome to watch my column every Wednesday on Page-8.