If this be your destiny to be this a laborer called a writer, you know you got to go to work everyday. But you also know that you are not going to get it everyday.
Befriending a thoroughbred Bengali, he seemed like one, was always going to create complications. Not with the bottle, because we can beat em at any given time, moment or place, but with things essentially that don’t form part of a bar menu. If you’re thinking of ‘dhoodh-shoodh’ we lap it up by litres so this particular issue also remains clinched. In a way it’s by quarters in the evening and litres at dawn.
Having classified the first difference thoroughly, should I even bother to scribble for this blog- for essentially it starts with for ‘like minded souls only?’ Nevertheless, I tried hard to draw comparisons. Hard, very hard! Damn’ and from where do I get the poems and friends who like a ‘nuclear chain reaction’ or more aptly ‘like ‘Bengali camaraderie’ buzz towards a fellow Bengali’s hive. In Punjab we say Buzz off. And talking about the poems, they come so naturally to them, the literary bug probably biting them from ‘Tagore’ era. Though clichéd but to tell you the truth we are still nurturing the ‘Chak de’ culture. Anybody who’s dared a radical attempt, or what modern media call ‘out of box thinkin’ the religious bigots have queered his pitch. Ah-did this blogger say zero tolerance for religious bigots. Hurrah I finally found a common pitch. perhaps, but whereas I have taken over an hour to write these few line, it seems the flow of the pen is smother in East. Could be because they get better Chelpark! Somebody please seek Information under the RTI.
And till the Chelpark information flows in ...takes about thirty odd days, a toast to Rajan Chakaorborty for this blog. And for the second commonality, I don’t treat it as one as it’s of universal nature-HARD to guess?
This space is mine. I am more than ready to share it with like-minded people. Be warned though, the contents here will reflect my choices and my biases. Which means zero tolerance for religious bigots, fascists, human rights violators, corrupt politicians, pompous bureaucrats, journalists who take themselves too seriously, autocratic cricket administrators (not necessarily in that order). Also means while I have never been particularly enamoured of the Right, I can't stand the Indian Left doublespeak either. And at some point in the near future, I might put up a picture of Greg Chapell and organise a dart-throwing competition. In this blogspace, possibly there will be more words written on Murighonto and Butter Chicken than say Shahi Paneer and Navaratan Korma. On regular days here, Bachchan will prevail over Bach, Ritwik over Ray, vodka over gin, sea over land, Port Blair over Port of Pain, oops, Spain, cricket over soccer and Katrina Kaif over, well, almost anyobdy else.
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Cohen is the Emperor of Lyrics. Wanted to share with Rajan and other visitors of this blog space, the following poem by Cohen. It is titled "Pro".
I leave my silence to a co-operative of poets
who have already bruised their mouths against it.
I leave my homesick charm to the scavengers of
spare change who work the old artistic corners.
I leave the shadow of my manly groin to those who
write for pay.
I leave to several jealous men a second-rate legend
of my life.
To those few high school girls
who preferred my work to Dylan's
I leave my stone ear
and my disposable Franciscan ambitions
Punjabi-Bengali Bhai Bhai
Befriending a thoroughbred Bengali, he seemed like one, was always going to create complications. Not with the bottle, because we can beat em at any given time, moment or place, but with things essentially that don’t form part of a bar menu. If you’re thinking of ‘dhoodh-shoodh’ we lap it up by litres so this particular issue also remains clinched. In a way it’s by quarters in the evening and litres at dawn.
Having classified the first difference thoroughly, should I even bother to scribble for this blog- for essentially it starts with for ‘like minded souls only?’ Nevertheless, I tried hard to draw comparisons. Hard, very hard! Damn’ and from where do I get the poems and friends who like a ‘nuclear chain reaction’ or more aptly ‘like ‘Bengali camaraderie’ buzz towards a fellow Bengali’s hive. In Punjab we say Buzz off. And talking about the poems, they come so naturally to them, the literary bug probably biting them from ‘Tagore’ era. Though clichéd but to tell you the truth we are still nurturing the ‘Chak de’ culture. Anybody who’s dared a radical attempt, or what modern media call ‘out of box thinkin’ the religious bigots have queered his pitch. Ah-did this blogger say zero tolerance for religious bigots. Hurrah I finally found a common pitch. perhaps, but whereas I have taken over an hour to write these few line, it seems the flow of the pen is smother in East. Could be because they get better Chelpark! Somebody please seek Information under the RTI.
And till the Chelpark information flows in ...takes about thirty odd days, a toast to Rajan Chakaorborty for this blog. And for the second commonality, I don’t treat it as one as it’s of universal nature-HARD to guess?
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