The tunes which I loved, peached and listened most.....

The Artisan Retread…..a depict

It’s about an Artisan. An artisan who never disturbed by the turmoil what the life gave it to him. He was never been a protagonist neither he had any whip hand onto his life. It sailed on its way, it directed him on its way and it pushed him onto his back to do anything. The question arises why to call him an artisan then. Well because this chronicle isn’t about the artisan himself, its artisan retreads.

The story began when the artisan made his way to agricultural field at his early age. As I already he hadn’t any thought what life was all about and what was waiting for him afterwards. He was confounded by the chances awaiting just front of him. Some of those encounters might prove to be dicey for him but he took a agile decision to go on as he still doing for the premature days and during those hasty days. He made up his psyche for the tread and decided to go on. A tread which was conspicuously new for him to be looked and to be tasted. He couched his mind up for the next life was going to assign for him. So he kept his feet to move in the institute. A new environ, some new faces which he would never been expected to be with and some new thoughts which were moiling hard in his mind. The very first days were full of quandary. What to get, what not to get these questions are out of his mind. He was flying on a high. And why not? This new world seemed boosting for him on those days. Years passed, artisan made a new change to his life, he learnt the way to behave, the way to babble to his friends which he never had previously. He entered into a new earth. Years passed. The artisan was truly getting accustomed to his chosen world of agricultural engineering, a way of bringing novel automations and techniques. The clock meter is moving very fast. Artisan was getting older to his bailiwick. He perceived the way to struggle for survival in this arena. Arena where populate like him can never been called as gifted or an adroit! Hence, he made up his mind to struggle as his precursors were also took the same route. He wasn’t trying to be a rebel, wasn’t trying to be a man who knew too much too. This was a brink and he again feeling some hesitation to made his mind up. But how can he be a rebel! His hands were manacled by the situation and by the ambience. He decided to go with the flow. He made up his mind to be inside the arena for another 2 years. It was a challenge for him to be taken again and an area to be explored again. GATE was waiting for him and so as he as it seemed. This part of his life was full of his admirations. He sometimes tried to get an essence of his field in corporate. He was cogitating that whole thing up again. Certainly as I said he hadn’t such craggy heart to make up. So he let them all down. Not even tried to go against the flux.

It wasn’t new for him to be somewhere to find it’s attributes in a newer way. But of course for a place which he dreamt for his whole life mattered for him most. He stepped inside it slowly and again adhering all his scattered dreams. And why not, if the name of his new destination is IIT Kharagpur. A fresh journey begun because the things the artisan compiled before was having a lot much divergent than what he got here. He was pretty much unaware about the schedules which he had to face here. A hectic one in any sense and having a clear demarcation to his earlier one. He took his time to settle things up. Enjoyed the enormous grandeur dispersed up here, tried to take the best out of them and uses the resources to match with the mainstream of such grandeur. In spite of that this person never knew that is he actually reached on the cusp. Time was unarrestable as always. Two years passed just like a moment. Now this is the actual time for him to think about his outcomes of 6 years of loitering down the arena, a tenacious journey. He wasn’t distressed for that but he started asking his soul about his quandaries. All speculations hadn’t taken a long way and time starts favoring him. He caught the string of needs of the present situation and hulled his path to some other treads which haven’t any far-flung relations with his discipline. An artisan retreads. Retreads in such a way which is not an unusual where he did stand. Hence nobody ever wants to find out why this artisan retreads, not even about his picks for his section. Can anybody answer his quandaries; can anybody answer him where did he stand if he never been retreaded?

Paraspathar...

tu lalpaharir deshe ja, rangamatir deshe ja
hithak tujhe manai chhe na go,ikkebare manai chhe na go..
sithak dure larbi jite..sohag chandi lis nai kire.
tu morbi tu more ja ikebare more ja
ikkebare mania chhe na go…

Listened once..twice..thrice…many times…yah!!they are really happening..it’s not like that I never heard paraspathar or any of the bangla bands drifting around the gallis of Kolkata. But this band is simply best. Come back to the song. A gracious song by Paraspathar..about a tribal ingénue. They are depicting it as the girl can be lost in the society. She doesn’t suite in this cosmetic world and she would be a lot better to stay in her tribal villages.The soil of the village is red…even the hammocks encircling the crossroads are red. May be I’m wrong to decipher the verbs sang by Paraspathar..forget that..I always tried to find out my own way to perceive the meaning of literary verbs. Listened many of Chandrabindu’s but never felt so thrilled or even enchanted by the tunes. They sing some rude some truth..results are as they always..bitter or sometimes rubbish. Paraspathar opened a new horizon…not kidding anymore..they did it..real sense of music with some good literary compositions. I mean Paraspathar sang for verbs,sang for rhythms and sang to asseverate the glorious pastime of Bengali music..the tradition, the culture, the rhythm.They had quite a better collection of variety of songs. Say a “song for a rebel”..ichhedana..i do call it like that..it says

akjhaak ichhedana
jader aaj udhte mana
milbei tader abadh….swadhinata

do they mean?..yes the did..a song for a rebel did..it says you are politician of youself, I am politician within mine and everybody is of themselves….now what’s being there to think like that?..the brutality..the inevitable hand of fascism,plutocracy,capitalism..some little scions are trying to think someday the sun will rise for them only..they will be freed..they can fly like a bird in the sky.What are you thinking, I am a communist?..never. But I am a rebel or further I should say I am trying to be a rebel to free those scions..the buds from this ugliest part of life. All right..lets drop this philosophical matter.

Few years back I was there in a live show of Paraspathar..just waiting for the show..was feeling exhilarated to watch my favorite most band to perform n that it was..Ayan started singing..he just got a very good phonation..they gave a very brief introduction onstage…remember “Mohiner Ghoraguli”?..Paraspathar thinks they are upholding the culture introduced by Mohiner ghoraguli..they are true..the same cadence can be found on both of their tunes.Mohiner Ghoraguli made it in the late 80’s..I think they are supposed to be called as The Stalest group in the society. Mohiner Ghoraguli is past now..but believe me I never thought Paraspathar will take the same means as Mohiner Ghoraguli did..they rubbed themselves out from the news..from singing…from composing. I didn’t ever find an answer to it..why??

Some unforgettable

bhalobasha mane dhoan chharar protisruti
bhalobasha mane elochul matoara………
bhalobasha mane archie’s gallery
bhalobasha mane gopon gopon khela
(The Lover’s Corridor)

or

ei madhumase bodhu eso kachhe oi mon madhabite
muthbo paran nishithe
sakal sajhe kadi ami kadi modhu nishithe
oi mon madhabite ………
(Oh Dear!! This night is our!)

Durga Puja..composition n Bengali

Durga Puja, the festival of Bengalis is the worship of 'Shakti' or the divine power. Most of the religious celebrations in the world have legends surrounding them. The fables are generally the fight between the evil and the good, the dark forces eventually succumbing to the divine. Worship of Goddess Durga is based on myths where Durga symbolizes the divine power.

Mahishasura, the king of Asuras, through years of austerities, was once granted a boon by Lord Bramha, that no man or deity would be able to kill him. The immense power filled in him the urge to rule over the world. He started to terrorize heaven and the inhabitants. He pervaded the world with his battalion of Asuras and plundered and ruthlessly killed the people. Chaos and anarchy reigned. Gods were driven from heaven and Mahishasura usurped the throne.The Gods scared and unable to combat him, requested Lord Shiva, Lord Bramha, Lord Vishnu to stop Mahishasura's tyranny.

In answer, the three Gods combined their divine energy and summoned up a feminine form so brilliantly glaring that it illuminated the heavens. This combined power fell on the residence of Sage Kattyana in the krishna chaturdashi (fourteenth day of new moon) in the month of Ashwin (September-October). From the glow emerged Devi Durga, a beautiful yellow woman with ten arms riding a lion. Despite her grace she bore a menacing expression, for Durga was born to kill. Fully grown and armed by the gods, beautiful Durga was named "Kattyani" as she is born in the ashram of sage Kattyana. The sage worshipped her for sukla saptami, asthami and nabami tithi then on the tithi of Dashami she killed Masishasura. She was sent forth against Mahishasura armed by symbols of divine power; Vishnu's discus; Shiva's trident; Varuna's conchshell; Agni's flaming dart; Vayu's bow; Surya's quiver and arrow; Yama's iron rod; Indra's thunderbolt; Kubera's club and a garland of snakes from Shesha and a lion as a charger from Himalayas. A fierce battle took place. Finally when Mahishasura in the guise of a buffalo charged against Durga, the Devi beheaded the buffalo and from it emerge Mahishasura in his original form. Durga pierced his chest with the trident and relieved the world from the evil power. That is why she is 'Durgatinashini Durga', our mother goddess who destroys the evil, protects her devotees and establishes peace and prosperity on earth.

We worship Durga as the mother goddess, the epitome of 'Shakti' (divine power), to deliver us from the evil and bring peace and prosperity in our lives. But the most interesting part of Durga Puja is that, instead of placing Durga on a high alter and worshipping her from a distance the Bengalis embrace her in their hearts and make her an inseparable member of the family. We welcome Durga to the earth as our daughter who comes at her parents' home for her annual visits.

Durga stays for four days-Shashti, Saptami, Ashtami and Nabami along with her children, Ganesha, Laxmi, Kartik and Saraswati and sets for her husband's abode on Vijaya Dashami.

Durga's mode of journey to the earth is detailed in scriptures. The modes, an elephant, a horse, palanquin, boat all signify luck or omen which influence the life on earth. The elephant signifies prosperity and good harvest while journey on a horse back indicates drought, a palanquin spells wide spread epidemic and the boat suggests flood and misery.

The worship of Devi Durga in the month of October however owes its origin to Krittibas Ojha's "Ramayana". Sree Rama hastily worships Durga,the goddess of 'Shakti', just before he sets for Lanka to rescue Sita from Ravana. According to Puranas, King Suratha, used to worship the goddess Durga in spring. Thus Durga Puja was also known as Basanti Puja. But Rama prepones the Puja and worships the Devi in autumn and that is why it is known as 'Akal Bodhon' or untimely worship. Over the years, this Akal Bodhon has become the tradition among Bengalis (Bangalis) and in Bengal.