Friday, July 26, 2013

The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery


It all started with the drawing of a boa constrictor from the inside and a boa constrictor from the outside. This whole drawing describes the charm, the transparency and the whole nature of humanity in this masterpiece, The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery.

The year 2013 is the 70th anniversary of The Little Prince and the whole world is celebrating it in one’s own way of loving the Little Prince. So, I thought of celebrating my love for him too. Thus I took it out of my shelf and read it once more. And my experience since then cannot be comprehended in words alone.

The story revolves around the narrator and the Little Prince who left his planet in search of a friend, feeling betrayed by his love, the flower. Little Prince tells the narrator all about his quest- where he lives, the places he visited before coming to earth, things he learnt; some he understood, some he didn’t, some he liked, some he didn’t. No, it is not a science fiction at all. It is a simple story in itself. But the message it carries and the way it carries it is beyond any appreciation. Little Prince is a symbol of innocence and loyalty which has been compared to something fragile. The reason is obvious, isn’t it? We are losing our innocence, loyalty and the desire to love truly and unselfishly amidst our daily rush and it has become so rare, that it is on the verge of becoming extinct and need intense care to be protected. We, human have suppressed it under our pride, ego, greed, conceit. We don’t even know ourselves; we don’t even know what we are looking for. Hence the Little Prince has rightly said, “The men where you live grow five thousand roses in the same garden and they do not find what they are looking for. And yet what they are looking for can be found in a single rose or in a little water. ”

We have become too blind to appreciate the beauty around us. We are either too busy with numbers or too busy with things of superficial importance to realize how forlorn we are, with no friend at all. We have forgotten how to look with the heart. The metaphors that the author has used are marvelous. The author has compared humanity with that of a flower. He has defined the strong magic of true love with the help of a flower. Throughout the book we will often find ourselves in the shoes of the characters- whether it is the Little Prince, the narrator, the flower or the fox, only to realize with great contempt what we have lost. We will be reminded again of the sparkling water of a freshwater spring, the music of the glittering stars and the refreshing sound of a child’s laughter.

The Little Prince is a symbol of man’s curiosity to know the unknown, a symbol of man’s unquenchable thirst to explore the world of knowledge. Yet we are deeply saddened by how we have lost that. The author mocks at us when he says he had to bring himself “down to his or her level” and talk about bridge, golf, politics and neckties. “And the grown up would be very pleased to have met such a sensible person.” There is a particular incident when the Little Prince hears his own echoes across the mountains and thinks men are answering to him. And he says, “People have no imagination. They just repeat what one says to them”. The author mocks at people’s loss of imagination here. Such simple yet majestic irony can only be achieved by an extraordinary writer.

The brilliantly written work of an artist portrays the whole humanity in 109 pages. He not only gives an unknown definition of humanity but also paints an unseen picture of nature too. He describes how we are in a way responsible for the natural calamities that occur every now and then by not cleaning our earth as Little Prince cleanses his volcanoes and hence they are mild. He describes this artificial world with nothing but sheer sarcasm.

The Little Prince will leave you contemplating for years. If you get the idea that it is just a children’s book, I have only one thing to say to you- Read it and you will never see the world again in the same way as you do now, I promise!

Thursday, July 25, 2013

EQ: The new kid in town


Handling stress during exams, handling arguments with friends, misbehaving with colleagues, being confident over oneself- all these can be described in two letters- EQ. Emotional Intelligence(EI) is the ability to  perceive, asses and control one’s own feelings as well as that of others. EQ or Emotional Quotient is the measure of EI.

The concept of EI was developed by two psychology professors, John Mayer and Peter Salovey while discussing a politician and posing the question: How could someone so smart act so inexplicably dumb? I am sure this question has crossed the minds of thousands at one point or the other of their life. We often tell ourselves that we could have performed better if we hadn’t got tensed. The answer to the question is our Emotional Intelligence. Gone are the days of the conventional IQ to determine our success.


There is a huge misconception that IQ and EQ oppose each other. But that’s totally wrong. It is the unison of the heart and the head which is the true secret of success. IQ is our cognitive ability. EQ is our ability to think rationally. IQ helps us to solve a problem by facts. EQ helps us to solve a problem by reasoning. IQ will help you to enter the doorstep of success, but to enter deeper into the path and stride along smoothly, you need EI. So next time you take your IQ test, don’t forget to test your EI too.

Major components of EQ are:
Self Awareness: Be true to yourself!
Self Management: Think before you act!
Social Awareness: Know your society!
Relationship Management: Empathize with the world!

Study shows that the main criterion for selection of candidates for a particular job has shifted from high IQ only to high IQ and EQ both. That is the reason why nowadays HR is an integral part of every interview, which we so dread! People with high IQ are excellent decision makers and know when to trust their intuition. They don’t get angry in tough situations. They can take wise decisions even in times of untoward mishaps. On the other hand, people with low EQ are more likely to create havoc in the healthy work environment. They fail to meet deadlines, cannot cooperate with their boss or mingle with their team members. They are the quitters and a failure. They are more likely to be kicked out, in spite of having a high IQ.

We experience this in our day-to-day routine also. We deal with humble clients and dealers, make friends with those who are amiable, patient and empathize with our feelings. Relationships are nurtured by emotions. We avoid those who are ill-tempered and rude. Low EQ not only hampers our work, but also our personal life as well. Thus EQ has become a major part of the survival of the fittest strategy.

The good news is EI unlike IQ can be enhanced by various ways. All you need is some nourishment for its growth:
1. Reduce stress.
2. Connect to your emotions.
3. Improve your non-verbal communication.
4. Lighten up.
5. Resolve conflict positively.

Next time you chalk out your daily schedule; do squeeze in some time to develop and nurture your Emotional Intelligence.

Our Moon Has Blood Clots: The Exodus of the Kashmiri Pandits By Rahul Pandita



“I will come again. I promise there will come a time when I will return permanently.”…Such were the
promises made by the Kashmiri Pandits when they left their homes to escape the wraths unleashed upon them by the Islamists. Little did they know that they were leaving, forever.
Our Moon Has Blood Clots: The Exodus of the Kashmiri Pandits unravels the unspoken chapter in the history of Kashmir which was written with the blood of Kashmiri Pandits. Rahul Pandita, the author of this powerful book, a journalist and presently an associate editor with Open magazine, was only fourteen when his father held his hand and left their ancestral home to live in exile. He still remembers the day when his mother held a knife and said, “I will kill her (Rahul’s sister) and then myself”, lest they attack upon them. This memoir is an effort to bring to the forefront the heart wrenching, nerve shaking episode of the brutality faced by the Kashmiri Pandits since 1947. You will be appalled as you read along and slowly get to know the reason behind the (permanent) exodus. Kashmir was purged of the Pandits in a call for ‘Azadi’ from India by the Muslims, backed by the Islamist militants, to make the state free of kafirs-infidels. Hundreds of Pandits were tortured, killed, raped, burnt alive and about 3, 50,000 Kashmiri Pandits were forced out of their homes to spend the rest of their lives as a refugee in their own country. Such painful ordeal is never before heard of! How gruesome it was!
Even after more than two decades since their exodus in 1990, they have not been able to return home. The book tells you how till today the victims of the conflicts are suffering-living in refugee camps, suffering from permanent neurological diseases due to trauma, no food, no money, no relief, people dying almost every day, insults to pride, insults to dignity. The damage is permanent. The government’s promises and propositions to resettle them and give them a better life are nothing but futile promises. Forget about a better life, they have not even been given a proper shelter- proper and adequate water supply, food, electricity supply, education, jobs, security, healthcare are farfetched questions. This book is an effort to bring to the world’s notice the tragic plight of the Kashmiri Pandits with a hope that someday that fourteen year old will be able to return home, permanently.
Our Moon Has Blood Clots is a masterpiece. It is written in a simple and fluent way. The impressive comparisons and the personifications bring the book to life. The construction of the sentences, with each word adding to the beauty of it, is so powerful that you are sure to live the book as you read along. You will share with them the merriment of Shivratri and also cry with them on their misery.  Our Moon Has Blood Clots is sure to
 strike a chord in your heart. When you finish reading you are bound to think it in your heart,”Let us join together and do something so that the efforts of Rahul Pandita does not go in vain, so that they get their lives of prosperity back, so that they get their respect and dignity back, so that they get back to ‘Shahar- a city that is home’”.

It is a must-read!

Thursday, July 4, 2013

ইতি কথা

স্বপ্ন আমি দেখেছিলাম ।

বাবা বলল  " তুই মেয়ে ।"
দিদি বলল  "  বাস্তবে ফের ।"
ভাই বলল  একটু ভেবে 
" দিদি পারত,তুই না ।"
মা বলল জড়িয়ে ধরে 
"  ভাইকেএকটু দেখিস  মা ।"

নিজেকে দিলাম হারিয়ে 
স্বপ্ন জালে মিশিয়ে 
চলে গেলাম আমি 
রাত পরীদের দেশে ।

বলে গেলাম দুটি শব্দ 
" আমি ফিরবই ।"
লিখে গেলাম ইতি কথা 
" আমি পারবই ।"

মোমের পুতুল

ওদের ড্রয়িং রুমে সাজানো 
এক মোমের পুতুল ।

গায়ের রং সাদা 
প্রকৃত সুন্দরী 
মডার্ন টেকনিক ।

ওদের ড্রয়িং রুমে 
ঠিক মাঝখানে 
কাঁচের টেবিলে 
নজর কাড়ানো এক সোপিষ ।
প্রথমেই চোখে পড়ল 
তার সৌন্দর্য 
পরীক্ষা করে নিল 
তার নিপুণতা 
খাটি না ভেজাল ।
সব শেষে বলল 
"বাহ ! অপূর্ব !
তোমাদের সৌভাগ্য !"

মনের মত জিনিস 
মনের মত ব্যবহার করল ।
কখন আলোয় 
কখন অন্ধকারে 
কখন দিনে 
কখন রাতে 
কখন বাইরে 
কখন ভেতরে 
কখন ওরা 
কখন তারা ।

হয়ে গেল পুরনো 
পড়ল গায়ে ময়লা 
দিল তাকে পুড়িয়ে ।

সেই লগ্ন সেই স্বপ্ন 
সেই শিক্ষিত সমাজ 
গড়ল আর এক সোপিষ 
গড়ল আর এক মোমের পুতুল ।

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Afraid

I sit here all day
All alone.
Staring in the dark.
In my room
No windows, no doors
No light
Not a single ray of hope.


Every time I close my eyes
I dream.
I see them staring at me.
I hear them laughing at me
I open my eyes.
I stand up
I fall.
I stand up again
Again I fall.
I stand up once more
I can’t.


When they killed me,
I saved myself.
When I killed myself
They saved me.


“The guilty must be hanged”
Said my Lord.
And they were hanged.
I was found guilty too.
“Oh! Please let me be hanged”
I begged.
My Lord said-
“You must live forever
With the only friend-FEAR.”

Sinner

"May his soul rest in peace."

What they don't know is that
It can never rest in peace.

It has been butchered so many times
Butchered till no blood was left in it.
It was a Butcher too.

It was betrayed so many times
And left all alone
To cry till the tears dried out.
It was a Betrayer too.

It was envied
It was blamed
It was stopped
And never allowed to walk ahead.
It Envied them too.

It was hurt and torn into thousand pieces
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nothing to do
Heart ached till he died.
It was a Liar too.

His soul will never rest in peace
For, it's the soul of a Human.

Me

You taught me to dream
Dreams I never dared to dream.

You made sentences out of my words
When I was sailing in the sea of silence.

You taught me to fight
Wars that seemed impossible.

And, When I was afraid
You fought them for me.

You showed me the way
"The road less traveled."

You made me Someone
Noticing the unnoticeable no one.

When I asked, "Who are you?"
You said,"I love you."

The voice came from within.

An Extramarital Affair

His lips are on mine,kissing hard.

"I called to you,
My cries were inaudible over the ringing of your cellphone."

I put his hands upon my breasts.

"I was scared, I needed a hug.
Your shoulders were too tired carrying the laptop."

He touches me,
I moan.

"I held out my hand and waited
Till your hands were free.
But they never were."

He grows inside me,
I am satisfied.

"Honey, I slept several nights
All Alone on our bed.
Waking up with pillows and clean sheets."

I am with him now
He is with me now
We don't know each other.
'Cause we don't love each other.

"I waited and waited, I really waited.
You never came."

We long for lust.
We long for passion.
We long for love.

Ami Ekti Meye

যখন আমি সেজে বেরোই  
লোকে  আমায় রূপবতী বলে ।

যখন আমি পরি পরনে লাল বেনারসী
মাথায় সিঁদুর,কাজল টানা চোখ 
লোকে বলে মা দূর্গা ।

যখন আমার  স্বামি আমায় পুড়িয়ে মারে 
আমি হই দয়ার পাত্রী ।

রাতের অন্ধকারে যখন আমায় 
ওই মানুষগুলো টেনে নিয়ে যায় 
আমি হই সম্বাদ্পত্রের হেডলাইনস ।

যখন আমি পরি টাকার খেলায় 
আমাকে নিয়ে কবিতা লেখে ।

আমি যখন চিত্কার করে বলি 
"আমায় মুক্তি দাও "
সবাই তখন ?

আমি একটি মেয়ে ।

Bhool

আমি বুঝতে পারিনি 
আমাকে ছেড়ে দাও ।

আমায় ও বলল
আমি তাই করলাম ।

বলেছিল ও আমার বন্ধু 
আমি বিশ্বাস করেছিলাম ।

প্রথম যেদিন এসে হাত  বাড়ালো 
বুঝতে পারিনি ওটা ছলনার হাত ।

আমি হাত ধরে এগিয়ে চললাম 
সেই অন্ধকার পথ থেকে আজও ফিরতে পারিনি ।

 ওর প্রথম ছোয়ায় আমি কেঁপে উঠেছিলাম 
ভালবাসার কম্পণ ।

ওর চোখে পিশাচের লোভ 
আমি দেখতে পাইনি ।

বলেছিল আমায় ও ভালবাসে 
আমি খুলে দিলাম আমর বস্ত্র ।

আমার নগ্ন ঘামে ভেজা শরীরে 
পড়ল ওর ঠোঁটের ছোয়া ।

আমি জড়িয়ে ধরি ওকে 
ও জড়িয়ে ধরে আমাকে ।

 তারপর একজন নয়
পরপর চারজন  জড়িয়ে ধরে আমায় ।

আমি বুঝতে পারিনি 
আমাকে ছেড়ে দাও ।

Thursday, April 11, 2013

A feminist’s take on a chauvinist society



      As a person grows up in an Indian society one integral thing he learns is that girls are the weaker counterpart of boys, born to serve, never to lead. Is that so? Then why Indira Gandhi became the prime minister of India in 1966 and not only led India but led it successfully for 15 long years? Then why are Indra Nooye the chairman and CEO of PepsiCo, MallikaSrinivasan the CEO of TAFE (Tractor And Farm Equipment), Nilam Dhawan the MD of Hewlett-Packard India, Kirthiga Reddy head of Facebook India, Sheila Dikshit  the chief minister of Delhi etc? The list goes on but still they won’t accept we are more than just flesh and reproductive system.

        My story begins on a September afternoon in a Moral Science class. Our teacher was on a leave at that time, so she was substituted by a Jesuit father. And throughout his forty minutes class, he tried his level best to make us understand that “Women are a beautiful gift of nature; they are born only to give birth and raise their child!” This was said in 2005- much after Rani Lakshmi Bai died fighting for her country no less valiantly than any other patriot, Kalpana Chawla became a NASA astronaut and Barkha Dutt covered Kargil war.

       This has not been the only instance of chauvinism I faced. I grew up in a society where certain streams are considered safe and even the only stream a girl should pursue, where girls are allowed higher education only to become ‘eligible’, where a girls’ marriage comes before her education, where women are always demeaned, where only patriarchal families exist. And even while protesting for justice for rape victim women are called “painted and dented”, instead of passing stricter laws against rapists ­­­­­­­­­and increasing security they pass order to ban skirts in school.
It’s hardly believable that in a society where people from all over the world are praising and supporting Malala for her fight against Taliban to promote women education, people are winning first prize speaking against the motion in a debate organized by a premier university in India on “It is only the filth in our mind and not the dresses of a women which is responsible for sex crimes”.

     People are still hush-hush about the word ‘rape’. We are not to blame only the politicians and the police but the youth is the culprit too. I still remember the day when in our GD session even the use of the word ‘sexual abuse’ brought laughter and smiles on faces, the day of our alumni meet when during a women’s day special skit I heard wolf-whistles, laughter and even claps when eve teasing and rape of a girl was staged and enacted!

     But one question often crosses my mind when I blame the men. Are men the only one to blame for the present condition? During the enactment of the eve teasing I heard the stifling laughter of the girls of our department. During the enactment of the rape scene I saw a look of embarrassment on their faces. I read about a rape case where a lady helps his male counterpart in kidnapping and raping a minor. I read and heard about mother-in-laws abusing and torturing her daughter-in-law for male child – which even goes to the extent of abortion multiple times till her daughter-in-law can take no more and embraces death as her only beautiful escape. Seeing all these, I am yet to find an answer to this question.

     Whatever they may say, but in the end we live in a society where even Laura Holt had to invent a male counterpart RemingtonSteele to attract cases because “a female investigator seems so feminine”. We live in a society where a male child is still yearned for over a girl child, where always a mother has to discard her job to raise her family and not the father. Men are too obstinate to change this unconscionable situation.


     All this defines one word – chauvinism. I am often curious about the origin of this word. I think the definition of chauvinism roots back to the fetus of this society. This word defines the whole society. Since ancient times, this society has remained chauvinist. Men have failed and that too have failed deliberately to treat them as their equals. But what scares me most is that, the society at large has turned into a misogynist society. Women, teenagers, even children are raped ruthlessly, irrespective of whether they wear skirts or a sari, female fetuses are killed mercilessly, immigrant women are denied jobs, girl trafficking has increased at an alarming rate during the past few years. These cases have increased so much that even the announcement of establishment of 1stWomen's Bank in India in the Budget'13 seems too small to celebrate for. It grieves my heart when my male colleagues and batch mates use slang against their female counterparts for so small a crime as being born as a girl. I feel insulted and depressed when they express their feelings of surprise and shock on any of my achievements. Can a feminist ever change this situation? It hurts but it's true that even a million feminists can never change the present mindset of men because there's a huge difference between nonchalant chauvinism and voluntary misogynous.  Still we fight to bring that miracle which would lead us out of their shadows into the light.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

A Take On Byomkesh

This is my first blog. And what better to start with than the thing which I love the most-BOOKS!
                               The book that I am reading now is Byomkesh Samagra by Sharadindu Bandhapadhyay. A name familiar with all Bengali book lovers. I am a Bengali myself but I never got the opportunity to indulge myself wholly in the richness of Bengali literature (Rather unfortunate of me!). So when a friend of mine recommended this book to me, I did not have such high hopes on it as opposed to what he said. But I must confess , I was so wrong. This book is not only as good as he said but also, it's a masterpiece. The best thing about the book is that it involves the reader totally into the cases. It allows them to solve it alongside the mastermind Byomkesh Bakshi.
                               The beauty of the book lies in its power of words. The power can be best defined by one simple word which Mr. Bakshi uses for his profession- 'Satyanveshi' (Truth Hunter). This simple word left an ever lasting impression on my mind. Lt. Sharadindu could have used 'detective' but instead his protagonist rather hates this word.
                               Now now, I am writing about a detective novel and no mention about his cases just isn't right. Byomkesh and his friend Ajit solves the cases together. The way Byomkesh solves them is also unique- based upon assumptions. How often do we find anyone telling that assumptions is also a proof! Mr. Bakshi has solved many a cases just by sitting in his room and hearing the details from his clients.
                              If I have formed an idea that this book is a grave suspense thriller, then I beg your pardon. It includes fun and romance too (between Byomkesh and his ladylove Satyabati).
                              You start reading it and I promise you'll be so engrossed that you will drop it only after you have finished it. It's a must on the shelf of every Bibliophile.
                               Good luck solving the mysteries!