Posts Tagged ‘Society’

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.




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.




Image“Ami Bhalo Nei”, what should be the exact English translation of the sentence or better say the expression? I checked it in Google translator and found a completely wrong translation. They wrote, “I do not like”, funny!!!

Anyway, I am going to write something about that commonly used Bengali sentence, “ami bhalo nei”, a near translation, “Not feeling good”.

Usage is like

– How are you uncle?

– Not well dear, after the heart attack last month, became very weak.

Another example

–          Mom, how are you?

–          Not feeling good son didn’t see you for long.

Actually my blog is not about the translation or anything like that, it’s simply about being happy and being in a position to say, yes, I am happy suppressing tears is also a position to be considered as ‘Ami bhalo Nei’– not well dear.

When it is directly said that ‘not well’, we ask for the reason or atleast try to find out the reason but when a person just refuses to express for the sake of keeping harmony or happiness may be in family or in friendship or in society at large or at anywhere, it’s not only tough but it’s the actual exam of the person who asked to find out the tiniest clue to understand whether he is actually happy or trying to please him with smile. It’s tough and obviously not easy. For me it’s almost impossible. We understand sarcasm, we understand irony but most of the time we don’t see the tears behind a smile.Image

Yesterday while I was going through the news of heavily circulated Bengali newspaper Anandabazar Patrika, online edition, found a girl named Priyanka Mukherjee committed suicide at her college hostel room and kept a note mentioning three of her room mates for ragging her all the time. She hung herself from the ceiling fan to stop replying to such mental torture. Her dad, after burying his daughters dead body in the burning ghat told to the journalists gathered, “ami bhalo nei, our only daughter died, we wish, we could also die with her”. Suddenly it felt like a lump concentrated on my eyes to come out as tears. It was a simple incident and in a country like India, it happens almost every three hours as per latest statistics but don’t know what happened to me just after reading those three words in Bengali, “ami bhalo nei.” None says they are not well unless until they really face something very bad. Today while writing this blog, suddenly remembered one of my friend, who died of nervous failure, said same just one day before his death when we gathered beside him in the hospital. The ever smiling guy replied to our question-how are you with a sad smile and those three words, “ami bhalo nei, now I know I will not live, then why am I still getting the pain?” we felt a big hollow around us, a hollow of emptiness, a big never answerable question.

People rarely use these three words. Actually everyone knows the usage of this sentence. It comes out of mouth only when severe mental of physical pain makes our face blue, fear of emptiness tries to engulf day and night and the person feels helpless everyway. “ami bhalo nei” is always followed with a deep breath, it’s like a breath to adjust with the pain, live with the understanding that things may not change but still will have to fight with a feel, anyday, may be anyday the final day may come, when none will ask, “how are you” and I will say, “ami bhalo nei”, even people will not even care for a dead body, they will not even remember about the body when it was live said, “ami bhalo nei”, means he wanted some care, some support, some laugh, some feel of having someone close.

I actually live far away from my parents. Whenever I call them over the phone and ask about their well-being, they always reply, “ami bhalo achhi”, means ‘yes we are doing good’. I know they have a lot other issues related to me but atleast on my face or over the phone they say, they are happy, sometime it makes me feel how much pain it needs to say , “ami bhalo nei” at all and how do people live with that?

We, the attention seeking social creatures often update our status in Facebook stating, “I am upset”, “I am irritated”, “I am angry”, sometime add some smileys to make it more presentable on the virtual drawing table. In the era of social networking, everything has become more open than before. Here now a day people know about their own marriage through the tweets from his would be wife, parents start questioning their son/daughter not from the names found written on last pages of exercise books, but from the Facebook status updates.

ImageOne more incidence just came in my mind, after the most dreadful incidence of the year 2012 December month, when a lady was gang raped in a bus in Delhi and then was torn apart, thrown off the bus after the massacre with a thick iron rod on her posterior while all her intestine came out, we all shivered by just imagining what brutality happened with an insane lady. She was admitted to a hospital and after a long hours came back in sense, when her mom was sitting beside her and she opened her eyes, the first thing happened was two drops of tear came out from her eyes, enough answer to her mother who was silently asking her about her then condition and the tear drop replied, “ami bhalo nei ma“. Really she failed in her final fight for life.

People now a day are more social than personal, they have more online friends than childhood one, I don’t know whether after a decade, people will have even one personal person left to whom he can express his deep pain with a faith of having sympathy and support, so that he can actually say, “ami bhalo nei”, or they will just bear it, die inside and then slowly leave the physical existence also.