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Probably after long one month, I finally got some time to spend with myself. Honestly this new job is really checking my capacity to handle stress, tension, work load everything. Everyday morning, I wake up at 7 am, then immediately after waking up, I rush to washroom, get ready, prepare breakfast while getting ready, pack it in lunch box, put it in a bag, arrange my office bag, take car key and start rushing in the Mumbai traffic. Then try not to honk at any point of time on the way to my office putting FM on high pitch and reach my office after travelling 43 km in 1 hour, if lucky, park my car outside office in open parking area, assemble by trouser, take the laptop bag in shoulder, lunch box in other hand start running for lift. Then the permutation combination phase, which life will come fast and probability of getting in is higher as there is no queue in front of life. After participating in that race, I reach office with a smiling face enjoying good morning wish by my sub-ordinates and finally settle, better say leave my ass to settle on a cushy mushy chair. Office boy brings a glass of water and then a hot coffee. The moment I open my laptop and start checking mails in outlook and newspaper in google chrome, intercom rings, hey man, good morning, can you please come for 1 minute? Sometime I think of replying, no sir, I can’t come, but I can’t because at this point of time, I am not having any back up job in my hand and I have a wife, I have a social status, I have a bunch of friends, I have handful of well-wishers and a bunch of bad wishers as well around me who may forget to shit in the morning but never forget to keep their watchful eyes on me. So I can’t just type a letter and throw that on my boss saying, fuck off! Hey, come on, don’t get me wrong, I am not at all frustrated with my job. Actually I enjoy working whole day, attend meetings, taking decisions, make fun of any small funny incidents and take charge of a whole bundle of deliverable. Anyway, I work whole day till evening, may be by 7 pm, I log off and again take my car key to jump in to the battle of returning home. In evening, I usually take long 2 hours to reach at home. So I reach around 9 pm every day, feel blessed when my wife offers me cooked food. O yes, sometime, I take a peg of whiskey and act like drunk to forget all the shit I did whole day including travelling to office and returning back and then enjoy my dinner while watching TV. Then I go to sleep.

So that my daily ordeal. I just don’t do anything apart from the above mentioned schedule. I may take 30 min more in one activity than other but overall the story is same.

Ok now, I guess you are much tired of reading my boring story because I guess you also got almost same like mine. Then let me tell you another story, funny is this is not funny and I assure, your story matches mine and for obvious reason my story matches exactly with yours. To be honest, we everyone have same story in life and still we try to extract thrill out of it. You earn, you socialize, you take responsibilities both at home and at work place, in both place you get bare minimum hike in your salary as well as importance at your home. You earn, you spend, sometime for yourself and most of the time for others only to remain included in that circle but most of the time you end up with getting criticized for what you haven’t done at all, still you smile, keep yourself busy in aspiring more and more with a dream of achieving everything in life as soon as possible hoping there is a world, where everything you do is appreciated without any miss and you continue living. You earn, you fight to streamline what is not in order. With your hard work, dedication, you reach closest to that place and find out while concentrating on one thing, you missed another thing. You again try to assemble that. Your job is never finished.

Hey cool, no need to thank me, we all are co-traveler in same boat. We will never reach our destination and please don’t get frustrated for that. Let’s keep trying.

Sougata

24.05.2017

pink

In no way I feel women should be given equal rights. It is not a matter of necessity, it is a pure propaganda, for which urban literate people are fighting with each other and those who just don’t bother are facing the same existence crisis every single day. Moreover, the demand for equal right is a goddamn fucking joke. Women already are equal to men. I am talking about the places where this sense of equilibrium is asking for serious oxygen. I meant to say it has appealed to the literate and urban generation only. In city, we have enough time to think and distinguish things as per our own wish. Whatever you say right, most of the time I find it wrong. That’s the clash. Black & white, Urban & rural, men-women…who does fucking care except their own bread? Who has to earn his own bread, he knows the value of it, who eats bread earned by someone else, gets time to create turbulence among society. And there the concept of Pink comes.

The moment girls try to come out of their own color and get missed with guys, guys think they are giving ‘hints’, they starts thinking whatever they want can do with a girl, though there is strong laws and enforcements against that. Then why? Even quite aware of strong laws and probable enforcements, still why there are many cases of Rapes, Molestation etc are increasing day by day? Here the subtle statement comes. It’s kind of arrogance and then a feel of insecurity. It’s that feelings which forces one to show the power to prove superiority. It’s the same show offs which the person used to see it throughout his upbringing between his own mother and father. It is the eternal clash between two different sexes. None writes about the everyday trouble a man faces in his married life, none talks about the urge of having sex is considered max once or twice in a year and still the man is officially not allowed to have sex with other women though it’s a kind of physical requirement. How many books have been written on domestic violence on men? Very little research on this and surprisingly even lesser see the light of publication!

Then? What is the issue? Both of them are somehow molested, terrified and still the system to move on without any prejudice.

No, here is the conflict. That’s the beauty of the movie ‘Pink’. In a scene Mr. AB said “No Means ‘No’, ‘No’ itself is a complete Sentence.”

As conclusive statement, Pink is not a movie on being strong Womanist. It is actually a fantastic movie where one should know the power of the sentence “No” first and then other things. It is wonderfully said, knowing ‘no” is more necessary than understanding ‘yes’.

Debraj

26.09.2016

Gurgaon

pause

It’s been long I actually wrote something. Sometime we prolong our break and sometime we just ponder on work. It’s kind of our psychology. Sometime we nourish our hobbies and sometime we just let things go on as it is. The gap period was like that. I let the life move on of its own without much involving my own self in to it.

I concentrated on job, maintained a harmony of relationships with friends and relatives, tried my best to manage some time for regular exercises, quit smoking for a few good weeks and again didn’t take much time hug it. In these few months, I went to some places like Udaipur, then another trip to Ajmer-Pushkar.

I managed to meet some old friends, had sufficiently enough volume of alcohol of various brands and just let that six months approx time flow like nothing. I didn’t do anything specific but honestly that’s the most satisfying thing. Sometime it really feels good when you actually don’t do anything. This is the time, when you don’t daydream, don’t concentrate much on romanticism, poetry, and don’t find much interest in love making or watching porn.

This is the time when you just don’t bother if speedometer of your car starts crying, you just give bullshit to what your bosses or colleagues talk in your back. You don’t bother to maintain a good health, you don’t ask for a good book to read at leisure, you don’t start a new TV series.

This is the time when you just give damn to some unknown or semi known extra-marital affairs of your very so called near or dear ones and besides, you don’t feel any urge to start one with someone.

It’s just cool, like flowing river, it’s like continuous snowfall without bothering where am I settling may be on top of trees, on stones, on rivers or whatever it is.

And then slowly you start feeling, after so many struggles, after so many real days, you got a real life to live. Then you sleep naked, putting air conditioner on super chilled mode, consume a full 750ml of good wine with ‘n’ numbers of cigarettes, turn left, keeping hands at ninety degree with your body, making a proper ‘F’ where lower hand is managed with your erect dick.

Debraj

22.09.2016

ও নিজেই গল্প করে ব্যাবসা চলছে মোটামুটি ভালই, আস্তে আস্তে মার্কেট বাড়ছে, লোকে চিনছে ওর প্রোডাক্ট, ভালো ভালো কমিশন রাখছে সেলারদের জন্যে। শুরু থেকে মানুষ কিছুই শিখে আসে না, তাকে আগে নিজের পায়ে দাঁড়াতে জানতে হয়, বুঝতে হয় সব কিছু, তখন পদে পদে তাকে গাইড করার জন্যে লোক থাকে, কখনও বাবা মা, কখনও অন্য বড়রা। আগে একান্নবর্তী পরিবারের যুগে বাচ্চারা খুব ছোটবেলা থেকে কথা বলতে শিখে যেত, এখন ঘর ছোট হয়েছে, বাগান শেষ হয়েছে, বাবা মায়ের ব্যাস্ততার মাঝে অবসর কম, বাচ্চারা শিশু থেকে হটাত বালক হয়, তারপর হটাত করেই একদিন কেমন বড় হয়ে যায়।

কি করছিস ভাই ছাদে দাঁড়িয়ে, তারা গুনছিস নাকি? মস্করা করলো নন্তু। নন্তু অবশ্য এইদশাটা জানে অর্কর। অর্কর এরকম স্বভাব আছে, মাঝে মাঝেই নিজেতে হারিয়ে যায়, কোন অদ্ভুত কিছু নিয়ে হঠাৎ উত্তেজিত হয়ে পরে।

নন্তু এক কথা বল, ছোটবেলায় যখন পরীক্ষার খাতা বের হতো বাড়িতে দেখানোর জন্যে, কেমন লাগত তখন?

নন্তু ঘুরল, তাকাল আকাশের দিকে, তারপরে আস্তে করে বলল, ঠিক ওই আকাশের মত, মনে হত খারাপ পরীক্ষা দিয়েছি তো জানতামই, শুধু শুধু বাবা-মা’র কাছে বেইজ্জত করার কি দরকার বাপু!

অর্ক হেসে ফেলল, নন্তু কোন কালেই ভালো নাম্বার পাওয়াদের দলে ছিল না, ওর বাড়ি থেকেও সেরকম কোনও চাপ ছিল না, খারাপ নাম্বার পাওয়ার পরে ওর বাবা-মা কে কখনো মুখ লুকোনোর দরকার পড়েনি, যেমনটা ওর বাড়িতে হতো, খারাপ নাম্বারের থেকেও বড় ছিল পাড়াতেই অন্য আরেকটি মেধাবী ছেলের বেশি নাম্বার পাওয়া, অর্ক চেষ্টা করতো না, তা নয়, কিন্তু সেই ছেলেটা আরও বেশি চেষ্টা করতো, আরও বেশি নাম্বার পেত, ফল হতো এইযে বাবা অফিস থেকে ফেরার পরে কখনও খুব করে ঝাড় পড়তো, কখনও মন খারাপ করে মা একবেলা খাওয়া ছেড়ে দিতেন। এই ফ্রাস্তেসানটা কখনও যায়নি অর্কর। একসাথে বিকেলে খেলতে যাওয়া, তারপরে আবার পরের দিন সকালে এক থালা ভাত খেয়ে স্কুলে যাওয়ার মধ্যেও কোথাও একটা সেই হীনমন্যতা কাজ করতো সারাক্ষণ। মনে হতো বাবা মা এতো কষ্ট করে বড় করছেন, কিন্তু সে তার কোনও প্রতিদান দিতে পারছে না, চেষ্টা করেও। নন্তুর সেইসব চাপ ছিল না, খাতা বেরোনোর পরেও বিন্দাস বিকেলেবেলা ডাকতে চলে আসতো খেলার মাঠে যাওয়ার জন্যে।

এখন বেসরকারি অফিসে চাকরি করা, হাজারটা ঝামেলা, যন্ত্রণা, মীটিং, কর্পোরেট পলিটিক্সের মাঝে যে দুদণ্ড সময় নিজের জন্যে বাঁচে, সেই সময় ভাবতে ইচ্ছে করে, ছোটবেলাটা তার খারাপ ছিল না, বেশ আনন্দেরই ছিল, শুধু ওই প্রতিযোগিতার গরম নিশ্বাসটা এখনও মাঝে মাঝে রাতের ঘুম নিয়ে খেলা করে, খারাপ নাম্বার পাওয়াটা ততটা দুঃখ দেয় না, যতটা দেয় সেইসময়ের মানসিক যন্ত্রণাটা। আজ আপাতসফল জীবনের মাঝেও সেইদিনের ক্ষতগুলো ভুলতে পারে না সে, ফিরে যাওয়ার সুযোগ থাকলে, সে শুধু পড়াশুনা করতো, কোনও প্রতিযোগিতায় না জিতে, জেতার চেষ্টাও না করে।

Kabir immediately picked up the mobile and typed a text message, ‘hope you are safe and nothing happened due to that horrible incident in Kolkata’…then a long pause, holding the send button! He was not sure whether to send the message or not? He broke up with Manasi long four years back and since then they never exchanged any word except once, when he sent a message in Facebook, that also after long 3years of that break up. Nope, that experience was not good though. Kabir wrote a few lines in Facebook messenger and finally after one or two days later, got a very strong reply disguised in instruction that, ‘don’t message me or disturb me’.

Kabir still couldn’t remember what actually happened to him, he knew that he will get such kind of reply but still he tried, he even said sorry too though he still doesn’t have any idea of why he would have to say sorry? He didn’t broke up with Manasi, neither Manasi also broke up with him. There were a few tensions, misunderstandings, family drama and conflict of interest, things didn’t go well and so they ended up with a break up. Break up means they stopped being with each other, spending time together or even stopped being in talking terms. It’s like, suddenly a kind of decision and then forgetting whatever good times they had spent once. Kabir sometime wonder, what kind of relationship was that? Though he was the one who pointed out the negative things of that relationship first, still he never knew that their relationship doesn’t deserve a little bit respect when it is over, even then when he himself didn’t mind to say sorry, number of times.

Anyway, a flyover collapsed on Vivekananda Road. The first thing came in Kabir’s mind was simple, Manasi used to stay near there. She used to take that route while going for her tuition or while returning from there. After fighting a lot with his own conscience, he finally took the mobile and typed a message and was in confusion, whether to send or not. He was really worried but he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t even ask, or send a text message. Actually he was well aware that he will not get any reply, even if he gets, it would not be a nice one.

When did heart listened to brain? Finally Kabir pressed the send button, “hope nothing happened to you in that mishap. I will be really grateful if you could reply with atleast a letter” and then eternal wait. No reply came in next five minutes, not even in ten minutes. Kabir was in a meeting with his CEO and he was the one who was giving the power-point presentation. People from investors, bankers were very much curious about his presentation. He was also very much in to that, until the reply came, a small vibration in pocket, he took out the phone, Manasi replied, “it is very much annoying to receive a message from you. It will be really helpful if you could stop sending me messages or any other way to communicate with me. I am married and let me be happy in my life”. Kabir read the whole thing, the way Manasi replied was not good in anyway but he was happy. Kabir didn’t ask for any favour, he didn’t even requested Manasi to keep in touch or again fall in love with him. He actually didn’t ask for anything. He was just curious, he was panicked and then he was happy to know nothing happened to Manasi. Kabir himself is a married person, so there was no point getting upset knowing Manasi also got married.

Kabir typed a reply, everybody in the meeting room was looking at him, waiting for him to continue with the presentation, but Kabir was busy with the keyboard of mobile, he typed thrice, deleted twice and finally replied, “Thanks….Be happy” and turned his head towards the presentation.

 

Kabir

31.03.2016

Gurgaon

 

WP 1A couple of days before, while cleaning up my room on weekend, after a booze party on Friday night at my place, I got some papers in my room, kind of torn pages from a diary or journal. There was not a single good words written there about me. Yes after working hard in office, spending good enough time at home, managing all the financial needs, buying new stuffs whenever required, dealing with familiar tensions, I was actually having a mind-set that I am doing good. I even gave myself 9 out of 10 in everything. I didn’t show my anger to anyone, I accepted my personal discomfort when I had to support my family, but there was not a single good words written there about me. Yes, after reading those, the whole day I spent in understanding what went wrong and what fault I made. Yeah, I got a few. I understood a few things I ignored considering it would not be noticed but it was noticed and noted down. All of a sudden I started feeling very low. It felt like I failed in an exam though I tried my level best.

WP 2Some negative thoughts also came in my mind like I must not do any more good things. I would have to ask the writer about the false blames, but slowly after spending a whole day with myself, after writing out a small poem, after watching India-Sri Lanka cricket match, I regained my mental spirit and decided not to live in any kind of negativities around me. I made a few rules, regulations for myself to follow. I don’t know how much my readers will connect with this but atleast it made me feel happy, made me strong enough to move on.

  1. Never get in to an argument which has no ending
  2. Never listen what other people say about you
  3. You didn’t take birth in a day and that was also not in your control. Handling any situation demands time and be wise to allot that
  4. Nothing comes for free, not even social service. You get tax exemption, happiness and sometimes a bit fame too
  5. Those who doesn’t have enough work or those who have never achieved anything in their life of their own, are the front runner in criticism business, avoid them
  6. Nurture hobbies, don’t make yourself so busy so that you don’t get time for what you actually enjoy
  7. Don’t keep grudge on anything or anyone, immediately react but don’t drag that far
  8. Enjoy companies of friends, but remember, if you enjoy, then only or else not necessary to get surrounded by people
  9. Exercise without fail. Alarm clock should not wake you up, but your passion should
  10. What is right is always right and what is wrong is always wrong. No need to live with something wrong hoping it will be right someday. It will never be
  11. Study even when you are earning good because studies keep you updated with things and works as natural brain refresher
  12. Attend calls, send mails, chat with people but avoid expecting anything
  13. Save money, save more than you could. Make savings a habit more important than earning also
  14. Enjoy every second. The moment you are dull, you must be sure very soon your surroundings would be dull and you would land in to a soup, middle of nowhere
  15. You can’t change anyone, so don’t try. Yes remember, you also don’t change yourself for anyone. You are fine, good enough
  16. Apart from all the above the things, do some meditation every day and walk for atleast 10,000 steps

WP 3

Debraj

15.02.2016

Gurgaon

WP 3A very alarming situation is in India. Whatever you comment, say or notice, are actually under the strict scanner of Government and their followers. A few days before, SRK’s film (I do agree that it was one of the worst movies I have ever seen) was protested by lots of followers around the country because in one of his interviews, he commented India as an intolerant country. I have seen the interview, live in TV, he was asked, will you return your award as lot of Indian writers, film makers are returning? He with his most dignified way replied politely, one should respect another person’s way of treating people. They felt this is the way to protest against something. If situation demands, if I feel the same way, obviously will return my awards too. Simple. He made his point. The whole team of Bhakts made it a strong statement against nationality. They even suggested him to move to our neighbour country. The protested in almost every theatre halls and left no stone unturned to make the film a flop. Yes, Dilwale was not flop but didn’t do business upto mark also.

This is not a case of a film only but affecting friendships, relationships and social goals at large. Now a days, social media is playing as the most important part in deciding a thing. People were ferociously commenting against the film, and literally threatening people for not watching it, or kept on making fun who strongly protested the situation and went on to watch it.

We didn’t learn from any of the incidents.

In Dadri WP 1case, one Muslim was killed by a few angry people. I don’t know what was the actual reason, castes’ or something else but whatever it was, was strong enough to divide people in to two separate classes. One, who said, whatever happened, should not be happened, and another, make it happen in other places too. They spoke out about the incidents in Malda too. According to these sick people, media hyped the incident in Dadri as there a Muslim family was attacked but the same media is keeping their mouth shut as in Malda, Hindu people were attacked by Muslim. WP 2It seems like Bhakts are the only patriot in India and mature people who can lead India from the front. Very serious situation indeed.

A few days before, one student committed suicide in a University in Hyderabad. Now the whole Indian politics are upto this. People are trying to make it an Anti-Dalit incident and the Government in Centre to trying to nullify the incident telling, nothing of that kind happened in actual. The politically biased media also playing a dual game, they are making each and every issue a complex one, a really tough to situation to handle. Funny thing is, now Bhakts have already declared the person who committed suicide as a dormant ISIS agent and without verifying the source of data or its reliability, posting it in Facebook, making memes, cartoons and fighting in every kind of social media.

May be who is in Power, writes the history, but whatever it is, is not good for the health of a country as a whole.

Personally, I have a lot Muslim friends and a lot Dalit friends, I have never felt threatened or tortured. I am sure they also feel the same about me. Then why to create such confusions and then invite an ocean to engulf a whole civilization. Already the word is not in a good shape now. WP 4North Korea and South Korea are increasing more and more tensions day by day, US is threatening China every alternate day, India is still having daily fight with Pakistani intruders and Pakistan is more busy dealing their internal ‘Game of Thrones’. Seeing all these things also, why still we are trying make this country an intolerant one. Let people do whatever they want to do, just ensure that I am not being harmed, our future, our next generations are not being harmed. This Hate-Policy will not ensure safe ruling but will result in to another Divide and Rule massacre.

Kabir

22.01.2016

Hurgaon