Friday, June 22, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
After the Amri fire incident and arrest of the Directors
After the Amri fire and arrest
of the Directors, who belong to the elite and rich business class, media,
controlled by businessmen have taken a pole-vault . It is so sudden and so
obvious; it does not call for much intelligence to understand the altered
scenario.
But the fight here is between the
elite and the non-elite, the rich and the not so rich, between the educated and
net savvy and illiterate, between the well-fed and the hungry , which
constitute the majority population in West Bengal ,
thanks to the previous Government.
Mamata Banerjee has made it a
habit to offer comments on serious issues without checking out the veracity.
She, for her own benefit, should refrain from speaking out before going through
the facts.
When the then Chief Minister Jyoti Basu remarked off
handed and callous, “ why did she went there and so late in night’( oto raat
a okhan a jai kano ?)
referring to the heinous, brutal.
Infamous and fatal rape case in Bantala, the reporters just looked the
other way, because they were scared stiff to protest. Both the lady and the
culprits belonged to the same political party.
And now that democracy rules the State and we are free to judge and comment on any
matter whatsoever, the media look for the mistakes only. People out side the
State and also out side India
are fed with the news that influential media houses prefer to serve them with.
They cry hoarse that government
libraries are not keeping some particular papers but they never mention
that during the left rule, only three party controlled papers were being
purchased.
They are so concerned about
Damayanti Sen, that perhaps even her family will fall behind in the race; that
they are shouting every day to misinform people of West Bengal and outside,
that She had been unfairly transferred for the good work done in the Park
Street Rape case, presuming at their own sweet will that she did the good job
against the wishes of the Government, that fail to mention that she has been promoted
along with other IPS officers (60 ) and
transferred to other departments, which is the sole prerogative of the
Chief Minister.
It is a sad affair, as people of West Bengal , has brought her in. They are looking up to
her for development, which touched the nadir recently, to take the poor and
illiterate mass towards new highs. The media houses are looking after the interest of a handful of rich and influential and not the mass.
But we should be happy that such people are fewer
in number and can only try to malign the present Government with malicious news
feeds and articles. But the truth will prevail and the common people of West Bengal will win .
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Feline kindness
Feline kindness
My young friends, by this time you must have become familiar
to Pinky and her myriad adventures
with Tukai, a friend, Babloo , her little cousin brother and Bhulo,
the famous pet dog. To day I would rather tell you specifically about
the adventure of her pet Bhulo, and not of his master.
It is necessary that I give you a background on Bhulo. Exactly
a year and half ago, Pinky found a squeaky and shivering little puppy at their
garden gate, in the wee hours of a winter morning. The poor puppy, it seemed, was
left there by some cold and unkind soul all by itself, alone, hungry, shivering
and scared. It was a cute little puppy with soft brown hair all over the body
with only a patch of white on its forehead and ears, with
black marble like eyes and a pink nose. Pinky picked it up in her two
soft palms and cradled it to her warm and kind bosom. It was love at first
sight on both sides. The puppy was given both a name Bhulo and a
home, was taken well by the members of the family and was added as one of them.
But Bhulo took to Pinky as its master and would always follow her, wherever she
went. Bhulo was a spoilt and naughty puppy and often got scolded for mischief.
Bhulo seemed to like it that way and did not try to mend its ways.
Pinky and her family lived on the outskirts of the city of Kolkata , at fringes of
the city to be exact. The lane on which their two stories house with a small
garden stood, was named Duttapara . It was an old locality , the families were
known to each other as the children grew up together more as a joint family.
Most of the families lived there by generations together and though they were
not poor, some of them were quite well
off, but there was a very strong and healthy fellow feeling amongst them. They
celebrated Eid, Christmas or the Pujas as if , all belonged to the same
religion, same conviction, same faith. On one side of Pinky's house lived Tukai
with her family and on the other side there was a posh big bungalow, the
occupants being rather snob putting- their- nose- in the air- type. The family
comprising of the father, mother and a
twelve year old son, moved in the locality about six months back. Others in the
homely and friendly neighbourhood , after one or two efforts, stopped trying to
be intimate and kept their distance, much to the relief of the Roys , as they were called.
Mr and Mrs Roy were seldom seen in the open except getting in or out of their
car. They had a son about twelve years old, who was not allowed to mix with the
middleclass children in the locality, who attended a Public Boarding School
some where which the people of the locality were not aware of. Nobody even knew
what was the name of the boy and he was avoided by all and sundry, during the
long holidays, that he used to spend alone in their huge and well decorated
bungalow. The children of the neighbourhood, including Pinky, Tukai and Bablu
also kept a safe distance, afraid of offending the ultra rich..
It was a warm June afternoon, the schools were closed for
summer vacation and Pinky, Tukai were playing Chinese Checker. Pinky was way
ahead ahead of Tukai, with four of her red pieces already in the opposite
triangle. Bablu, who was watching with eager eyes, cheered her every move.
Bhulo was sleeping curled up on the divan. Tukai was getting irritated, as she
was sure to loose the game and suddenly said “I am not going to play,
Bablu is disturbing me ; he his your brother and cheering you only and
distracting me. It is not fair” Pinky realized it was true and scolded Bablu mildly.
Keep quiet bhai, you are hurting Tukaididi , and why don't you play with Bhulo
instead. But where was Bhulo? They all realized that the culprit was away, to
one of its naughty adventures. Bablu was sent to find out what the dog
was upto and Pinky and Tukai again concentrated on their game. A
few minutes later Bablu came dashing in, he was flustered and
panting, white in the face and could only utter come come save Bhulo. Pinky,
Tukai and Bablu went running outside, Bablu led them to the back side of their
building just outside the kitchen window their stood Bhulo and Tommy. Now you
must be asking, who is this Tommy.? So let me give a short introduction of this
one eyed fellow. Tommy was the villain and the hero of the neighbourhood
cats and dogs. It was a mean and cruel tom
cat, viscous and ferocious , clearing away all its rivals
from his hunt for food. In the beginning it had to fight a lot to establish its
supremacy and in the process lost one of its eyes but it was successful in
cowering down all the rising rebellious tom cats before him. The lady cats
looked up to him as a hero and gave it a lot of adoring and respectful look and
ofcourse the tom cats hated him.
Bhulo in his own, was an extremely friendly dog and all
loved him for this and he had an easy access to every house in the neighborhood
excepting the Roys ,
next door. But he was extremely jealous of his territory and would not allow
any sort of intrusion in the form of
birds or animals. He would bark away the crows that would like to sit and
create nonsense on the bushes in the garden. He would bark and chase away any
cat, that would dare to enter any part of the house. Tommy was so long watching
Bhulo with his mean eye and contemplating an attack. That day Tommy entered
their kitchen through the back window and was just landed down with a big piece
of cooked fish in his open mouth, when Bhulo confronted him. Bhulo was angry
and barked at Tommy in a bid to chase him away. A livid Tommy, visibly angry and
disturbed turned to face Bhulo. when the three musketeers reached the spot they found, Bhulo was
crouching embarrassingly scared, with his ears and tail down and Tommy was
standing with his back raised like an arrow, with hairs standing erect and fangs
and nails out , slapping and scratching Bhulo with a paw. Pinky picked Bhulo up
and Tukai gave a good hard kick to Tommy and three of them trouped back
silently into the safety of their room. Once inside Pinky let Bhulo down on the
floor and all three of them glared at him and cried in unison. .”Shame on you
Bhulo”. Bhulo crawled under the divan and refused to come out even in the meal
time. It was about six months back.
It was now December and schools are closed for Christmas.
On a cold December afternoon Pinky and Tukai were playing Snakes and Ladders,
with Bablu, as usual, watching with interest and Bhulo curled up on the divan
basking under the sun rays coming through the window. Suddenly the three
children realized that Bhulo was not in the room. Sensing trouble the three
rushed out of the room and searched the garden, but to their dismay Bhulo was
nowhere in the house or around it . Three of them ran to every house in the
neighbourhood, knocking them out of their afternoon siesta and asked about
Bhulo. Every one expressed shock and a good many of them advised to keep Bhulo
under chain. Some one said he had seen a corporation pick up van clearing the
street of stray dogs. As they never put collar on Bhulo, their heart sank and
ran back home to the elders. Monima went to the nearby Corporation office and
asked for the address of the dog squad , but came back disappointed, as Bhulo
was not to be found there either. That
evening gloom descended on Pinky’s house, every body came asking for
news of Bhulo, Pinky and Bablu refused to take dinner, and went to bed crying
and their hearts broken.
Unknown to them Bhulo was chained and gagged by the big fat
bully son of the Roy ’s.
The Roys had a
pussycat and it had given birth to three cute kittens recently. Bhulo was not
at all friendly with pussycat and always went after her whenever he found the
opportunity, much to the ire of the big fat bully son of the Roy ’s. Now though Bhulo was not friendly with
the pussycat, having a kind heart, the dog became friendly with the kittens and
would often play with them, unnoticed by the two families. The mother cat,
sensing affection in her foe, allowed him to play with her little ones. Today
also when every body was busy playing and watching snakes and ladders, Bhulo”s
sharp ears could catch the playful noises made the kittens on the other side of
the building. He came out and sniffed and stood watching affectionately his
tail wagging, the kittens playing with a ball of yellow wool. The big fat bully
son of the Roys
noticed him from his bedroom window and quietly came out with a biscuit laced
with sedative. Unsuspecting Bhulo took it gratefully and soon fainted on the
ground. Roy ’s
son put a collar on him and dragged him
to the back of their garden. He taped his mount with a big piece
of cloth and chained him to a tree and came back to his room satisfied. That
day went by with poor Bhulo shivering and hungry and scared, suffering silently,
as his senses came back. The three children, their family and everybody in the
neighbourhood were extremely unhappy and prayed for the safety of good old
Bhulo. Next morning when the three kittens were playing outside, they chanced
back to the garden and found Bhulo lying silently. They were too young too
understand why Bhulo was silent and lying down. So they came near and started
to paw him to wake him up. They looked at his eyes and found drops of water falling.
Some how or other these tiny creatures realized their dear friend was in
trouble and suffering. They crawled up one by one and tried to tear the cloth
that tied their friend’s mouth. Their soft noises attracted pussycat to the
scene and she joined in their Endeavour to free their friend It was a heavy
task for so tiny kittens and their mother, but God must have helped them in
their effort and soon Bhulo was able to bark, and he let out a deep distress
call, howling with all his might. His howling came as music to the
neighbourhood, the tree children, their family members and all present in the
neighbourhood came running and found a heavenly picture. Bhulo was chained to a
tree and the three small kittens caressing him lovingly with their mother
standing in guard.
Pinky rushed towards Bhulo and loosened the chain giving
some relief. The crowd howled together for the culprit. Mr and Mrs Roy came out
and was surprised to find a huge crowed in side their compound and called for the darwan. The gatekeeper who was
aghast to find out the dirty work of the big fat bully son of his master had
let the people come inside and he narrated the incident to them. The parents
now felt ashamed too and called out to their son – “Rohan, immediately come
outside”. The bad boy was hiding inside but had to come out hanging his head in
fear.
Pinky’s Didu was the first to speak “look here boy, you are a human being, but you
acted like a mean and cruel beast and put this poor dog to so much torture for
your vain pleasure. And these little kittens and their mother are considered as
God’s lesser creation; still they have a much larger heart than you. You should
be ashamed of yourself.”
Monima said “ How could you be so mean, being such a young
child”.
The neighbours said “ you should be punished for what you
have done”
When Mr Roy started to scold his son, the Tukai’s uncle stopped him and told him that
“ Look here Mr Roy, as parents it is your duty to rare your
son as a good citizen, a kind and noble hearted person”. You two are always
busy with your work and socialization and do not even spend a day with your
only son. You do not how he spends his time all by himself during the holidays
and do not even allow your only son to
be friendly with any child of the neighbourhood. What do you think your son
would do the whole day after school and on holidays, naturally he would do all
sorts of mischief as he feels lonely and left out. Our children did not even
know what your son’s name is until now
and they call him in unflattering names. You should teach him what is
wrong and what is right. If you let him keep a cat, teach him how to take care
of animals, tell him that it is essential to be kind to animals.” For everybody
knew that even the pussycat stayed in their compound, the boy, instead of being
kind to her, always played dirty tricks on her.
When everybody was talking, personnel from the local PS
arrived and charged the Roy ’s
for cruelty to animals, which is
punishable by law. The Roys
apologized profusely and promised to keep an eye on his son’s movements and
also that no such incident would happen in future. The policeman called Rohan
out and said if he made thirty sit ups holding his ears before everybody, he
would let him go this time only; otherwise he would take him to the local
police station. Rohan was really scared and Rohan came down timidly, held his
ears and made thirty sit-ups to everybody’s satisfaction.
From that day on Rohan also became a member of the gang of
three, as they were affectionately called
and that day was always celebrated as a day of Feline Kindness and all
cats and dogs of the locality were treated to a grand feast of milk, fish,
biscuits .
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
What is Love
What is love if it does not give you pain,
What is love if it does not make you cry,
The more I love , I miss you more,
And feel incomplete,
Separated and left alone,
I want so much to be one with you
To be inside and not without,
Like the morning sun and its golden glow,
The silver of the moon,
The depth of the see,
And green of the meadow,
The crescendo where pain
Melts in to pleasure,
I want you here in my soul,
A burning desire for
Its own fulfillment,
A happy tune
Melting into sadness,
What is love if it Doesn’t take you
To the clouds in ecstasy ,
Make your heart stop
Once or twice,
Or goad you to fly into the sky,
What is love if it does not make you cry .
What is love if it does not make you cry,
The more I love , I miss you more,
And feel incomplete,
Separated and left alone,
I want so much to be one with you
To be inside and not without,
Like the morning sun and its golden glow,
The silver of the moon,
The depth of the see,
And green of the meadow,
The crescendo where pain
Melts in to pleasure,
I want you here in my soul,
A burning desire for
Its own fulfillment,
A happy tune
Melting into sadness,
What is love if it Doesn’t take you
To the clouds in ecstasy ,
Make your heart stop
Once or twice,
Or goad you to fly into the sky,
What is love if it does not make you cry .
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