CHINNO POTRO : 1418

KOUSHIK MITRA : (in Facebook today)
"I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win.."

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Anirban Chaudhuri : in Facebook

"Your words evoke Silence IN me. And they shall keep me silenced for a long time.
Maybe I shall seek refuge in the hideous hide-outs of my dark soul where your words just promised Silence.

No din, no noise, no Hardy lamenting about madding crowds & How Green Valleys used to be once (did they really?) --
TELL ME,

No Twain staring down the barrel during his Pre-Bolshevik one-man Russian roulettes,

No Jibonanda Das "ruing" the death-less eternity of Banalata at the end of a Sravasti sunset, as tired knees give in.

Sleep....Miles to go - somebody told all of us long before. Tell me, is it worth the effort, worth the Miles, worth the journey?
TELL ME..
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HOLY SMOKE & BLOODY LIMBS

7th September, 2011 -- A WEDNESDAY
Delhi : 12 dead, 78 injured

ON FORGIVENESS :

Can you forgive terrorists who've brutalised, killed your own ones? Can you really forgive a person with a permanent, Distorted-Religiosity-Complex who can abuse, brutally kill innocent children or women? Can forgiveness change him? A human brain's developing rate is at its lowest after 15 years of human's birth? Can an adult, an actor in past heinous crimes, change his past ways after being forgiven?

People forgave people somewhere deep in their own psyche, that's why Armistice was called in 1918. Very well, better late than never. If only the Same People had committed the Holy Act of Forgiveness (including 2 Bavarian blue-bloods who cried "revenge" as poor ol' Ferdi bit the bullets)
4 yrs before, just after King Ferdinand was killed, 7 million people would've walked alive on Europe, North Africa, & Asia Minor?

So why don't we preach this crap to those who stood and yet clapped, widowed and orphaned, on Armistice Day, 1918?

If people are serious in preaching FORGIVENESS, they should tell all countries to FIRST lay down their arms, nukes & other potent instruments of inculcating Forgiveness, and then preach at the United Nations oval table. It would be interesting to watch the jig for free...

FORGIVENESS IS A VIRTUE. IT'S JUST THAT WE, HUMAN BEINGS HAVE TO EVOLVE TO THAT LEVEL VIRTUOSITY TO EARN THE VIRTUE. NO USE READING OUT THE RIG-VEDA TO A RABIED DOG..
(this dark soul is willing to be enlightened, but plz no 2 hour discourse - another blast might occur right under your chair. It'd be too bad to lose another bum)

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7th day - Anna still fasting

This UPA 2 government seems to have embarked upon a self. Destruction -- which is mind baffling

Any self-respecting citizen who wants to shine in his nation's glory (we all do, in varying degrees of public exposure to which we make our opinions subject to) as much as we want to make our country proud of her children.

Let's take a look at historical facts in the last three decades of British rule in India. All of us know this, we feel proud of them, respect them to the extent of worship. How many members did the Indian National Congress, or the Muslim League,(the latest entrant, Forward Bloc, was arm-twisted to stop their movement from entering the national politics. It was dirty politics even during the last years of the British Raj, when M K Gandhi too apparently forgot about the actual agenda -- and became more involved with intra Congress political manoeuvres, The people of that generation, not the leaders, but those followed them, had taken brute batons for them because the leaders needed numbers to confront the British Lawmakers both in India and in the British Parliament, in the House of Commons.

They say Anna is underlying parliament and democracy. NO. Anna is trying to revive the near-extinct institutions of democracy. These UPA dogs and all the worthless predecessors, whose names appear in textbooks of history, have made thr parliament their own fief. Shameless vile criminals.

Whatever little respect I had for our PM died today. Corruption is everywhere, Pakistan is buggering us at the drop of a hat - he has been so meek (he is a refined man , doesn't like 'traditional politics. And this hypocrite with two faces, this /gentleman, son of a gun, talks tough yesterday!

The movement wouldn't be for one day. We shall be in protest in nonviolent civil disobedience until Anna is released from, and leads us all to The Jan Lokpal Bill being tabled in the Parliament and Shall be Passed. There is no turning around from here. If today is the day of reckoning in independent India, let it be Today, or our children shall upon us hurting questioning eyes like the way we look down on Indian polity.

I am fasting & shall stop if our leader stops. I did the last time. I wanted to feel the Source from which a septuagenarian fasts to fight for us, our children & our future..

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Cynical noses rubbed

This post is one of vindication. Last few days I've overheard in TV news channel debates, and here in FB too, words that defied my overstretched imagination that it was impossible to gulp down. Opinions of well read of Wisdom, opine in the same tune :

1) Anna's movement is being remote-controlled by foreign powers, and that the vast mass support that we see now has been paid for. And in that sense my support with active fasting has bartered for money, by foreign powers (this was officially stated by the Prime Minister in the Parliament as destabilising forces sponsored by enemy nations,.

2) The movement is an overhyped spectacle and the ground reality is totally different. An audio-visual show the galleries. While I can only opine that such corrupt thoughts can only originate by corrupt minds and corrupt intellect. And also the idea it is mass hysteria.

Have a look at what is happening in Ram Leela Maidan where the social activist is protesting with his indefinite fast. If this is mass hysteria as projected by some voices, i would like to alter the context in which these two words find juxtaposed : mass & hysteria.

Yes it Is a Movement of the Mass, and for the Mass.
Hysteria seems to have got the better of the origin of the minds that were questioning the morality and intent of this movement.
As corruption can be slowly uprooted from the Indian psyche, it is important to throw these corrupt voices into the Arabian Sea. Not because of their opposing opinions (no system can be sustained if a healthy criticising opposition is not their. Because these corrupt voices will again put seeds of corruption in the new System.
Unapologising with modesty,

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PEOPLE OF INDIA, I SALUTE YOU

Anna Hazare's stand on the choice of the place of protest perhaps is causing a little irritation in patriotic minds who are impatient now, waiting for a clear reality act to happen.
Enough of greys where the colours permitted are white colour and the absence of colour.

Actually the choice of place in Satyagraha serves a symbolic purpose ; like JP , India Gate etc. These places have witnessed massive mass movements in the past e.g Jay Prakash Narayan. Also it should accommodate the maximum number of people - followers & protesters. He's declared from the very beginning that he would organise a people's movement, not mere tokenism. Otherwise he & followers can might as well fast at home.

It is "Satyagraha" that 'just another common Indian' is being inspired to do by Anna. That has got many aspects to fulfil to drive home its protest.

* People join a Satyagraha by themselves, and not by given money and free lunch packets. The leader does something that the target of protest is cornered to concede, and the mass is inspired by the leading light ahead, and follow the exemplary leader.

* The protest and its reason intends to reach maximum number of people all over the world. A successful Satyagraha rides mass support in other countries in addition to the support of its country. It needs audio visual exposure to be noticed by one and all. The target bows down to mass protests, genuine grievances of the suffering lot, and dissenting voices.

M K Gandhi called off the Civil Disobedience Movement in 1929 when he had the support of the entire country behind him. He called it off because of a stray incident of violence when protesters burned 7 policemen alive in Chaurichaura Police Station. This act of seeming 'benevolence' should never be forgotten by forgiving broad-minded hearts, because the country's independence was holding a stake in 1929. Gandhi might have had a good night's sleep, with Non-violence being upgraded, but he stole and ruined a good night's sleep for Indians for the next 18 years, and perhaps history of Divided India would've been different.

Gandhi put the priority of his philosophy ahead of the county's well being --- it can never be defended, because Gandhi himself was against Fanaticism -- religious or ethnic. But here is one example of philosophical fanaticism he committed himself and India paid an expensive price.

It was centuries of pent up hatred, disgust & anger exploding having a vent somewhere. Though burning people alive cannot be condoned by any means, in any situation, it wouldn't be fair if I look at the incident without an eye on the pages of history of colonial rule, keeping the crueltyn and unprovoked dastardly acts of crime that had been unleashed during colonial governance.. .
Not willing to denigrate of Dr. Bertrand Russell and Voltaire's intellect in any way, I'd rephrase their quotes. Times tends to rephrase, if not replace, everything ('when times they are a changin..')
"The origin of Extreme actions lie in extreme anger, or extreme defeat" - true. It shall be more correct if the stress is laid on the 'extremes', and not anger or defeat per se. This can analyse the Chaurichaura horror, but can never justify it.

Well M K Gandhi would have been awe struck if he was around today. Not a single episode of violence & vandalism in the greatest mass movement in the history of India. I wonder if there's a peer anywhere else. I salute you, people of India.

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ISLAM - THE CONFUSED MUSLIM

A CONVERSATION WITH A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE, WHO IS A MUSLIM. I'M COPYING HIS ORIGINAL POST AND MY REPLY. I HAVE TRIED TO BE CUNNING HERE AS I TOOK BITS & PARTS OF HIS POST AND. WROTE IN A DIFFERENT CONTENT AS LOGICALLY HE WON'T BE ABLE TO SAY ANYTHING.
DO POST YOUR OPINIONS IF YOU FEEL THAT I'VE ERRED SO THAT I COULD LEARN.

• S R :
If the person who killed 90+ people in Norway was a Muslim, the Press would have declared him as terrorist and the act as terrorism. For now, he is just an "Assailant ", "Attacker" , "Gunman" (BBC, CNN ). Looks like "Terrorist " is a name reserved for Muslims??? The US Dept of State calls it an "Act of violence" (not an "Act of Terrorism" ). Share this status if you are against such hypocrisies and let the world know

4 hours ago · Unlike today
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• Anirban Chaudhuri :
Whatever names this psychopath are being conferred upon, the fact remains that he has committed mass genocide in the name of religion or issues based around religion.

As a secular Indian coming from a secular whose members were/are followers of a religion or faith, I'm not at all bothered about what the US dept. thinks about the killer. He is a KILLER. He KILLED innocent men.

"Social commentators" might philosophise the act of genocide where innocent blood was spilled. We might as well see a new generation comprising of Next Gen or Neo- 'Bacon's, 'Rousseau's, 'Voltaire's, 'Russell's, 'Cant's, 'Virgil's, 'Nietzche's.

"Thinkers" might Intellectualize the build up of events & background leading to genocide.

"Human Rights" activists can shout from the roof tops that it was the reaction to being subject to indirect 'victimisation', perhaps even linking the act of genocide to a possible existential threat he was forced to confront and perceive, as he got caught up in a quagmire of falsified facts, lies and hypocrisy , as part of a continuing process over a considerable time, that has been glorified as acts of bravery as crusaders of & for the religions, mainly Islam & Christianity.
In a civilized world no intent no matter why and how glorious, can justify MURDER.

These inhuman concepts have been nurtured by the clergy of religions to a point that Man became a Fanatic who prioritized duties and demands of his Religion over preservation of human life. Such murders in the name of religion, have led to distorted perceptions and feelings of hatred and vengeance around another set of genocide that too was in the name of religion.

A murderer is murderer no matter why and how it has been committed - by gunning down, by assault, by attacking, by terrorising, directly, indirectly, by blowing one's self up, by remote detonation, by flying passengers into buildings, all this while targeting innocent families whose women have been raped, children been tortured in the most gruesome of ways. People have been beheaded, with their killers uttering religious incantations
that literary mean :
" I do this in your name,
by my faith,
to preserve your religion
on earth and the heavens
for you are the only religion in the world,
give me strength to carry on this tradition down generations so that this holy duty and act of glory can be done in future, as non believers in your religion should be eliminated."

This terrorist is in exactly in the same class as Pakistani "gunmen" or Afghan "gunmen" or the "gunmen" in our Jammu and Kashmir, where they assault, attack, shoot, bomb, trying to subjugate Humanism down to its
Knees.

It's so very encouraging to observe people like you to stand up and protest against what you think is wrong. Mankind needs it, the unborn child needs it so that it can live to lead life in peace. I also strongly feel that eminent people especially of your religion should be more forthright, and declare in public to all over world to reach its most desolate and darkest corners.

Since 1980, 95 % of such attacks of violence, or terrorisation, mass genocide, have occurred 'in the name of Islam'. Because no true religion on earth can ever demand manslaughter as a duty of its believers.

It might be purely coincidental that now it is Islam, maybe 100 years ago it would have been Hinduism, or maybe 70 years later it might be Christianity or Jainism.. Whatever religion it might be, if innocent people are killed in the name of religion, then it is imperative that we, you and me, shall be more vocal with more frequency, and stand up to declare in front of the entire world that a religion can never or could ever have elements that empower a believer with the right to kill man in vengeance or hatred. The entire world should be told that this Norwegian murderer is a Murderer , one cannot bring religion into manslaughter. And there should not be misperceptions in any country as to no murderer's 'nomen clature' be given so much importance that there is a multitude of synonyms which might, technically, seem to classify an act of violence that killed even one innocent man. (I would be at my happiest best to see a mass genocide inside a community where these animals kill each other to extinction.)

If at all there has to be a 'qualification' for possible legal reasons, it should be uniform :
Anders Breivik is a killer who is a Christian, who try to justify his act by the name of conflicts between religions. Hafeez Syed, Osama Bin Laden are all mass murders, who are Muslims, and they killed innocent life in the name of "holy crusade" because they have a distorted perception about Islam that preaches genocide.

You, I, everyday should rise and declare in the loudest of voices repeatedly, Osama Bin Laden was a mass murderer. He can't belong to Islam. Particularly the clergy section should be pressed upon if necessary by govts and citizens to detach the element of a distorted Islam from acts of homicide, and such people should be hounded out of human civilisation.
Have you noticed that no government or any Christian community-citizen or the Papal chair of religious authority has been seen to desanctify Anders Breivik from the faith of the church, or separate Christianity from killer Anders Breivik (who is a Christian). It can be understood why.

Anders Breivik didn't or hasn't claimed that he took inspiration from the pages of The Bible, or even his perception of what he read in The Bible. He didn't say that Christianity empowered him to negate unholy forces that threatened the very existence of men of his belief or that of his faith (that, though, makes no difference in the severity of crime, Pope or no Pope). I am sure that anything that is associated even remotely with the Christian Church, they would have denounced. Like in the recent past when there was communal violence in Orissa as Hindu extremists attacked the Church as(again justify) there were reports of forced conversion by the Church. The archbishop repeatedly came to TV news channels and debates to clarify that the Christian Church hasn't indulged in forced conversion as reported earlier. I feel that it has held a consistent stand which has been declared as informations into the domain of public domain.

Islam unfortunately hasn't been represented by the clergy, the thinkers and the common man in the backdrop of a very high percentage of Muslims in all the incidents over the last 20+ years that have witnessed
killing/terrorising/shooting/bombing/abductions crimes that the perpetrators committed in the name of Islam -- to the extent of glorifying murder of man who has been perceived as a threat to Islam.

Perhaps you and I can join hands (across an unfortunate bridge) as Indians to illuminate dark fanatic minds who might be having distorted religious ideologies, the cause of potential future disaster.

Thank you for voicing your discontent publicly , loud and clear.
7 minutes ago. • today
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GUITAR RAVAGED FINGERS AND AN ANGEL

[Two and a half years back, I had been suffering from this neuropathy affecting my left hand which continued for a year and a half. 
Today while cursing through the pages of my old diary, which seemed to be a witness to events that had taken place in a time which looks hazy and unearthly and eons back, I came across this little sweet ancedote, which I had filed when my only daughter Khuku used to be with me, and grace this little small flat of mine to make into a princess's palace whiched on laughter, joy and Pure Love...
It seems weird that we aren't together now but I am sure wherever my little Angel is, there are angels are there to befriend her , only to smitten by her love anf grace. 
I am just copy pasting my old post, do keep the time factor ibn mind..]


"....Clinically one would brand the nerve disorder as Left Ulnar Mononeuropathy - the ulnar nerve is one of the 2 main nerves supplying the arm and hand - in my case it is the left one and it is my left hand that has been affected. I've been experiencing an ever-increasing pain, to the point of being excruciating,and an almost constant, weirdly tingling sensation in my left hand, particularly in the ring and little fingers, and the area of the palm below them which do not exactly move the way I wish them to.

"The condition seems to have developed, according to my neurologist, due to extensive playing of guitar, an exercise I had indulged in with passion, in my late teens and early 20's, when I used to play in the college rock-band which had a rather brief yet excitingly joyous professional stint later on. I had formally learnt classical and folk guitar (like flamenco, Catalan folk)which is played finger-style,and that requires a 'classical' acoustic guitar which traditionally sports a much broader finger-board than usual. That necessitated my left fingers to stretch extensively,and all the more so when I used to hold the broken chords in the background when we played those Scorpions numbers (I still remember those initially painful hours during rehearsals as we played songs like "When The Smoke Is Going Down").

"Over the last few months the left ring & little fingers had forced my hand into a clawed shape of submission, the fingers getting contracted and flexed at the little bone joints, a seemingly eternal state of Spasm that was not exactly painless. I find that rather ironic as the name of my rock-band(well it was 'mine' just as it was any other co-member's) was SPASM too, a name I'd kept myself along with the other band mates, mainly with the bass-guitarist who went on to become a hand-surgeon himself later on. (Now that's one of 'those quirks' of destiny,isn't it?)

"Coming back to my neuropathy, the pain had,at one point of time,increased so much that even the strongest painkillers were not being effective, and I had become literally sick of pain-killing injections. Nothing seemed to work,and the fact that I could no more hold chords, or even use my left fingers while playing guitar (ultimately I had to quit my favourite pass-time activity) only added to my frustrated, depressing woes....

"Three weeks back, as I was having my morning cold coffee, my 21 month-old daughter tiptoed her way into the hall, nimble-footed, and stood in front of me, looking at me with her sparkling, bright eyes. I knew that look. She wanted to climb up and sit on my stomach, straddling her legs on the sides facing her father - her favourite "seat" in the morning, as she would excitedly tell me how the pigeons had looked at her from outside the kitchen window or how busily the crows had pecked at the crumbs on the parapet. That day I found it difficult to give her a hand to take her morning seat. The pain was too much in my left hand which found itself too weak to carry her weight. I knew she would be disappointed.

"As I looked back at her eyes with helpless apology written all over my face and with a tinge of guilt too, trying to shake my afflicted hand off the pain, I spoke to her in my mother-tongue, (that's Bengali) telling her, 
"Aaj baba'r haate khub byatha je.."(which vaguely translates into - "But there is too much pain in father's hands today..."). 

"Now she isn't too familiar with that language as her father has got only a handful of relatives and none in Mumbai to pay the occasional visit so that the language is spoken.

"I really don't know what she understood, but she didn't show any disappointment. What she showed in her eyes was gentle and tender care. She took my hand in her soft, little fingers kissing it mildly, looked up at me and said in broken English,
"Baba?pain no...Baba?pain no no.."...................


"Well, my left hand hasn't exactly stopped paining since, but that was the last time ever that I felt the pain. I have not needed any pain-killers since then simply because I don't feel any pain anywhere, anymore. And as I watch my daughter growing up each day, every hour, every minute,I just wonder how beautiful life can be for anybody in the simplest of ways, in spite of all the pains & troubles, the aches and breaks it keeps on dishing out on a regular basis. No matter how much one cries, life always gets back to you as a great leveller, giving you something to smile about, and perhaps with a little reward at the end.

It is just only a matter of time. Let it be.............................


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The way life is...

*[Many of you must/might have come across a narrative (one that's going to unfold over the following paragraphs) of a remotely similar essence in a story, about a little over three decades back, for that was when an eleven year old me had read the story. This narrative precedes the story by three years. When I'd read the story, little did I know that a 'story' would reappear, a bit dramatically when I would be 42 years old.]*

It was a Kolkata summer evening in the third week of April, 35 years back, when I'd got caught in a blinding dust storm aided by strong gusty Norwesters, that preceded a heavy downpour. I remember everything getting flooded quickly in the low lying pocket of the South Calcutta neighbourhood I'd grown up in.

I'd taken shelter, deeply inhaling the smell of moist earth, under the portico of the grandest house in the neighbourhood, and one of the oldest too. It belonged to a family one of whose members had the word 'Lord' prefixed to his name -- something that used to puzzle me more often than not because the school version of the word didn't agree at all with what I used to observe while coming back from school 5 days a week.

Minutes later a known face peeped out from the 1st floor balcony, calling out my name. A boy of the same age as mine, Shunu (Shaunak in the school register) came from the grand family (he felt grand about it too, and visibly so). Shunu had an enviable collection of books that were kept neatly stacked in his own room, and very often he used to gift me 10-12 minutes of 'book-gazing' with royal indulgence, when I used to go to the grand house in excited anticipation, a couple of days a week, during the dusky hours.

He told me to come upstairs, and I was in his room in a flash, instantly prepared for yet another gratifying set of ten minutes that was perhaps awaiting my arrival. That day he took out a book and let me feel the cover, for the first time ever (which was incidentally the last). Almost choking on my rapid heart-beats, with goosebumps all over, I touched the hard bound cover, 'feeling' it deeply, my fingers wandering over one of the most beautiful stormy sea-scapes I'd ever seen, that adorned the cover. I knew the famous name, and was thrilled to hear that the 'Lord' had gifted it to Shunu, on his grand-nephew's birthday.
At that moment I wanted to turn over the hard cover so badly, I really really wanted to..but the indulgent prince ruled that my 'book-gazing time' was over for the day.

At the age of eight, I was pretty much one of those archetypal quiet,meek,unconvincingly gawky types, non-demandingly content with whatever gifts my parents got for me on a regularly biannual basis - birthdays and Durga Pujas). But that night I did ask my father, for the first time in my life, whether he would buy the book for me.
I wouldn't copy his answer word by word here, but he did convince me quite sternly that it wasn't a good trend at all to 'ask' for gifts, leave alone such "expensive" ones, which were not supposed to exist in rented one and a half room flats, like the one we lived in.

Somehow the entire episode around that book stuck to my memories, that rainy dusk when I'd touched it, and that quiet night that felt so still after I learnt yet another truth -- I don't know why, because the episode doesn't have too many spoken words.
I've moved on from that rainy evening, traversed quite a distance over uncertain terrains, to reach this very moment that finds me typing these insignificant pronouns and articles. And the book disappeared too from the conscious mind, being replaced by a variety of the printed lot.

Well, that was till the afternoon of the day before yesterday. I was roaming around holding the hand of my two-year-old daughter, her mother beside me in a newly opened mall not very far away from my house in Mumbai. As I passed by a bookshop, I 'eyed' its interiors as usual (an old habit that has become a reflex). And I stopped still. In one of the racks close to the entry glass-door, under a template that read "Children Fiction : Adventure", there it was.. the name in prominent print, the letters reading from up downwards, oriented horizontally with a mild slope, as the book leaned lazily on its less illustrious neighbour with an air of dismissive royalty. Or so I felt at that moment.

I let my family move on, and quietly pushed in through the glass door. You know how it feels -- memories crashing down on you like the breakers on a lonely beach -- everything else in the universe stands quiet while the sound of the sea breaking upon the shore rules your senses completely with its eternal unrest. The damp moist smell, the dusty gale, the fading lights of that stormy dusk came crashing upon me, and every single moment of that evening rushed past, in that silent night, right up to that last moment just before I had fallen asleep. As I stood before the cash counter to pay, I eyed the cover of my glorious purchase. The beautiful stormy sea-scape didn't fail to fascinate me one more time.

It happens. It happens to all of us -- Life is strange. Of course it is, and that adds to its charm big time. Yet some events, as a matter-of-factly, perfectly normal events, just happen, when you expect them the least. They churn your senses inside out, briefly before things get back to normal. But the strange tag somehow gets attached, to normal events. I find that more stranger than what intellectually gifted minds qualify life as, over vague, philosophical musings(much to my awe and empty-headed admiration).

As I said before ; It happens -- nothing remarkable about it. The night before last, as I proceeded to take the book from its row, I wanted to enjoy it, the spoils of my final conquest.
But I stopped. I felt so afraid.... What if everything turns out to be a big disappointment? Shall everything be worth it -- every memory, every emotion I soaked in? And I've been thinking since..

I am not afraid at the moment. But I won't read the book. I'm sure that the magic that lies inside it is the same, it hasn't changed one bit. It is me who isn't the same anymore. That eight year old boy that I used to be once, who deserves the magic of the book, and whom the magic of the book richly deserves is no more.
The book doesn't deserve me anymore. And I don't want to disappoint it. Surely there shall be someone who shall be the deserving one. Let its magic wait. I'm sure it would want to.
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To be "trashed"

★The following set of lines can be viewed as a transcript of an informal correspondence through a couple of emails, sent and shared through the website of a particular batch of doctors who graduated from the same medical college.
★ The first mail, not elaborated here, was by one of the doctors -- a cool comic set of statements in mood of purely jocular jest reflecting upon a realisation of how one can gauge how much one has aged over the years.
★ This mail is the reply from another doctor sent to the same forum to be shared freely.
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Yep. There's no denying the underlining statement.

In that context, one which can perceived to pose as a threat of having a haunting potential, some other changes around melodies of one's choice are noticeable, and might point out that one is truly ageing and not growing up anymore (even if someone still has a suppressed desire to think so -- better kept as suppressed, because if not, one can be charged with blasphemy)

The order in which one's choices were placed in the list of favourite songs has changed. No comments and sincere apologies if such a list, if present at all, itself has disappeared forever, for anybody.

The songs that used to be/still are hummed under the shower or on the commode have changed. No comments if the exercise has become extinct, for somebody. The exercise of humming I mean.

The songs that used to errupt free, willing to be hummed when one used to suddenly discover himself to be alone at home for a considerable period of time, have changed. Sincere apologies if the institution of the same 'home' has ceased to exist, for somebody.

The commonest tunes that used to be whistled in the most uninhibited fashion during one's personal set of morning rituals on a daily basis around the act of shaving (specifically : cheeks, above the Adam's apple, chin, and around the mouth) and particularly during auto-reflection in the mirror about the cleanliness of the process, has changed. No intent to disregard a possible situation where one has forgotten how to whistle. And sincere apologies to be out of context altogether for the fairer group of sexes of our species.

The tunes, from a nowhereland far away, from a far away radio with the worst acoustic attributes, that used to haunt one, inducing transient lacrimation without any organic cause, and make him stop right there, no matter where and which circumstance, have changed too. No malice for one who finds out that there is no time for such idiopathic episodes of lacrimation.

For me, that radio far away with horrible acoustics finds no context or relevance anymore, and has bowed out to give in to 24 channel ultra-stereophonic digital melody synthesisers which is a puppet in my hand because I have an electronic control over it remotely, without batting an eyelid.

That in effect, the yearning to cover the entire distance to Nowhere someday, the earnestness to locate that archetypal radio with questionable acoustic quality, have ceased to exist . It has become irrelevant in the backdrop of surroundings which had to accommodate changes that were absolutely imperative.

Now where am I? ... Need some time to figure the figurative out.
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---- This is an auto-refreshing message.

Freakingly yours,
-- Anirban© (To 'Be')
-- Anirban® (Not to 'Be')

* NB : There seems to be an ambiguity here. (metaphysical±monistic/dualistic±wave/particle. You figure it )

*PS : By the way, do you believe in ghosts?..
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Unto Sunset ...

As everything came crashing down,
My face slamming the stony earth hard..
I felt I was flying towards a sunset,
Like a lost and hunted bird,

Moments of silence, and I opened my eyes,
How high I had climbed up
I now realize..
Next time when I go up, I'll look down for sure...
So that I can hold on to something not unseen before..
That might break the fall..
Till I l forget to learn once again,
after losing all..

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Kings Conquered by Kingston

Congratulations Champions.. Well played in Jamaica, brought out a win well deserved ! Now one can feel the "champion aura" around the team...
Like the Caribbeans themselves in the early & mid - 80s . Like the Aussies under Mark Taylor in the mid & late 90s. When we beat them, we used to rejoice like mad.. But deep inside everyone knew it was a victory alright, but they are far superior.

If I look back at afternoons 30 years back, I see us, kids touching early teens, demanding answers to questions like :
Why does the consistency of the set of Taylor -- Marsh, then Gilchrist -- Ponting - Slater -- the Waughs(any three of them always fired big time) elude the Indian team.
Why doesn't Kumble turn the ball?
Why doesn't Venkatesh Prasad, being 6'2" + bowl faster than the friendly 130k?

We never came to a level where we could say -- we won! The feeling used to be -- Australia lost -- no matter how badly. We talked in India but never raised our voice against the blandness of an article of Ian Chappell or Peter Roebuck which mentioned Tendulkar's 65, or a rare spell of seam by Srinath..

What we didn't know was that an entire generation of children were getting ready in front of the TV sets, dreaming to fight like tigers on a day they would put India right at the top.

They were not afraid to be aggressive even in gully-cricket, or make those sliding saves when the ball threatened to outrun them towards the boundary line.

We asked us and each other every time India choked, in England or South Africa or New Zealand. These little gentlemen planned and discussed in their privacies what India could have done, and what they would have done if they were in the team.

They would slide their bats along the pitch cross the crease to avoid getting run-out on a snooker- green top, and put their front feet upfront in 'The zone' to drive the cherry through covers or mid-offs.
They refused to offer catching practice to a ring of seven from slip to gully.
They wanted to bowl the "smell the leather" to tail-enders, and stare at the batsmen for an extra couple of seconds after being stared back all these years..and yes, talk back!
They refused to play like gentlemen if their opponents threw courtesy to the wind.

They were proud and they wanted to win.

Through the first decade of the 3rd millenium, they got together slowly, gradually forming the 'best band'. Ganguly rubbed it on to Flintoff bare-chested, and these players looked like gladiators, fencers no more. Inch by inch the "core" was formed, and destiny gave them the leader when the team was ready. Dhoni spoke gleefully unaccented English while talking to Greg Chapell or Tony Cozier in a post-match presentation, no Yorkshire or Yankee drawls anywhere , and with a relief, no more "well the boys, ball doin a bit" stuff! He spoke what he felt, oblivious to awesome personalities and cricket grounds.

And the entire team did that in tandem. Sehwag smiled dismissively as he hit a Brett Lee yorker for a six right to the dressing room, as he proceeded to murder Lee and co to help himself a triple-hundred. Laxman tickled the Aussies scoring runs with supple wrists that looked like a wand conducting a symphony. Yuvraj drove Stuart Broad towards para-suicide because he was angry, and wanted to teach poor Broad a lesson the desi way.

By 2011 the team had a bench strength full of 'Mr.Cricket's. Raina, Kohli, Rohit -- who scored whenever required, fielded like tigers, and 'chucked the occasional pie' too to break ominous partnerships. We had to still heard we didn't justify occupying #No 1 for a prolonged period.

These guys are serious, thinkers, responsible, and yes winners. They don't like to lose anymore. They didn't today as well.. Kingston conquered Maan .. Amen.

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Kingston Conquered by the Kings

Congratulations Champions.. Well played in Jamaica, brought out a win well deserved ! Now one can feel the "champion aura" around the team...
Like the Caribbeans themselves in the early & mid - 80s . Like the Aussies under Mark Taylor in the mid & late 90s. When we beat them, we used to rejoice like mad.. But deep inside everyone knew it was a victory alright, but they are far superior.

If I look back at afternoons 30 years back, I see us, kids touching early teens, demanding answers to questions like :
Why does the consistency of the set of Taylor -- Marsh, then Gilchrist -- Ponting - Slater -- the Waughs(any three of them always fired big time) elude the Indian team. Why doesn't Kumble turn the ball? Why doesn't Venkatesh Prasad, being 6'2" + bowl faster than the friendly 130k? We never came to a level where we could say -- we won! The feeling used to be -- Australia lost -- no matter how badly. We talked in India but never raised our voice against the blandness of an article of Ian Chappell or Peter Roebuck which mentioned Tendulkar's 65, or a rare spell of seam by Srinath..

Did we know that an entire generation of kids felt fighting like tigers in front of the TV sets. They were not afraid to be aggressive even in the gully-cricket, or make those sliding saves when the ball threatened to outrun them towards the boundary line.

We asked us and each other every time India choked, in England or South Africa or New Zealand. These little gentlemen planned and discussed what India could have done, and what they would have done if they were in the team. They would slide their bats along the pitch cross the crease, and put their front feet upfront in 'The zone' to drive the cherry through covers or mid-offs. They refused to offer catching practice to a ring of seven from slip to gully. They wanted to bowl the "smell the leather" to tail-enders, and stare at the batsmen for an extra couple of seconds..and yes, talk back! They refused to play like gentlemen if their opponents threw courtesy to the wind.

They were proud and they wanted to win.

Through the first decade of the 3rd millenium, they got together slowly, gradually forming the 'best band'. Ganguly rubbed it on to Flintoff bare-chested, and these players looked like gladiators, fencers no more. Inch by inch the "core" was formed, and destiny gave them the leader when the team was ready. Dhoni spoke a gleefully unaccented English while talking to Greg Chapell or Tony Cozier in a post-match presentation, no Yorkshire or Yankee drawls anywhere , and with a relief, no more "well the boys, ball doin a bit" stuff! He spoke what he felt, oblivious to awesome personalities and cricket grounds.

And the entire team did that in tandem. Sehwag smiled as he hit a Brett Lee yorker for a six right to the dressing room, as he proceeded to murder Lee and co to help himself a triple-hundred. Laxman tickled the Aussies scoring runs with a supple wrists that looked like a wand conducting a symphony. Yuvraj drove Stuart Broad towards para-suicide because he was angry, and wanted to teach poor Broad a lesson the desi way.

By 2011 the team had a bench strength full of 'Mr.Cricket's. Raina, Kohli, Rohit -- who scored whenever required, fielded like tigers, and 'chucked the occasional pie' too to break ominous partnerships. We still heard we didn't justify occupying #No 1 for a prolonged period.

These guys are serious, thinkers, responsible, and yes winners. They don't like to lose anymore. They didn't today as well.. Kingston conquered Maan .. Amen.
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Cardiology&Critical Care)
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NONSENSE and NONSENSIBILITY

Twenty three. Six, one one.

Last night I happened to go to and through a website (of which I am one of the first batch members, and financially non-contributing patron of its "founding fathers") after almost a year (declared as the time taken for refurnishing and refurbishment).

Perusal of a few lines, same in spirit and essence as the very idea behind forming the site, brought in some moments of relief (I rather felt them as moments of release) to an otherwise grim, dull, grey continuous sequence of 3 days.

Nonsense should be the perfect word if one was asked to qualify the literary essence of the website. All of us needed to be nonsensical in our e-interactions, without reason, logic, rationale, and last but not the least without Inhibition and Shame.

While postponing the effort to seriously discuss Nonsense 'Literature' to a latter date (there is a strong possibility of me being persecuted out of Facebook as nonsense nut, and on grounds of eccentricity to the point of extreme lunacy), I must say that I am a permanent and diehard worshipper of nonsense literature, and have thrived on Sukumar Ray, Lewis Caroll and Walter de la Mare since learning to read.

One just can't trivialize this form to one devoid of any literary substantial content, particularly intellectual content -- I might not able to qualify or identify with the "intellectual", I can vouch for the existence of Content in one of the best and wonderful material I've grown up reading.

I must say I'm a fanatic fan of nonsense prose and rhyme. I was worried when the mail arrived declaring the year long period of refurbishment. I was worried that in today's world of chaotic, brutal, cruel, meaningless Sense, Nonsense might have gone into extinction.

Man disbelieves to believe that 'Sense' is a cerebral concept full of propriety, and balance. And man attributes to it being behind everything happening around us, thus empowering 'Sense' with pluripotentiality -- giving birth to these terms like fairness, justice, equality, righteousness, etc etc .

Yesterday evening put end to all my paranoid speculations about the very existence of Nonsense. I now know that as long as Man shall allow Sense to govern its own evolution to future times, Nonsense shall always be there. No worries.

Ending on a nonsensical note with a few regular stuff from Answer.com:

• Will googling Google really break the Internet?

• Can you swim in lava with a fireproof suit?

• How many paper clips are stolen from a workplace per day?

• Why isn't the number eleven pronounced onety-one?

• Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?

You can ignore it, choose not to get it into your system. But Nonsense is here to stay.

----- the faceless Indian
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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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NONSENSE and NONSENSIBILITY

Twenty three. Six, one one.

Last night I happened to go to and through a website (of which I am one of the first batch members, and financially non-contributing patron of its "founding fathers") after almost a year (declared as the time taken for refurnishing and refurbishment).

Perusal of a few lines, same in spirit and essence as the very idea behind forming the site, brought in some moments of relief (I rather felt them as moments of release) to an otherwise grim, dull, grey continuous sequence of 3 days.

Nonsense should be the perfect word if one was asked to qualify the literary essence of the website. All of us needed to be nonsensical in our e-interactions, without reason, logic, rationale, and last but not the least without Inhibition and Shame.

While postponing the effort to seriously discuss Nonsense 'Literature' to a latter date (there is a strong possibility of me being persecuted out of Facebook as nonsense nut, and on grounds of eccentricity to the point of extreme lunacy), I must say that I am a permanent and diehard worshipper of nonsense literature, and have thrived on Sukumar Ray, Lewis Caroll and Walter de la Mare since learning to read.

One just can't trivialize this form to one devoid of any literary substantial content, particularly intellectual content -- I might not able to qualify or identify with the "intellectual", I can vouch for the existence of Content in one of the best and wonderful material I've grown up reading.

I must say I'm a fanatic fan of nonsense prose and rhyme. I was worried when the mail arrived declaring the year long period of refurbishment. I was worried that in today's world of chaotic, brutal, cruel, meaningless Sense, Nonsense might have gone into extinction.

Man disbelieves to believe that 'Sense' is a cerebral concept full of propriety, and balance. And man attributes to it being behind everything happening around us, thus empowering 'Sense' with pluripotentiality -- giving birth to these terms like fairness, justice, equality, righteousness, etc etc .

Yesterday evening put end to all my paranoid speculations about the very existence of Nonsense. I now know that as long as Man shall allow Sense to govern its own evolution to future times, Nonsense shall always be there. No worries.

Ending on a nonsensical note with a few regular stuff from Answer.com:

• Will googling Google really break the Internet?

• Can you swim in lava with a fireproof suit?

• How many paper clips are stolen from a workplace per day?

• Why isn't the number eleven pronounced onety-one?

• Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?

You can ignore it, choose not to get it into your system. But Nonsense is here to stay.

----- the faceless Indian
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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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MINORITY (56%) APPEASEMENT

Heard on a TV news channel today evening that the Kashmiri embarrassment called Janab Mirwaiz is going to travel to a conference of OIC - Organization of Islamic Conference, on an Indian passport, as a representative of "Indian Occupied Kashmir" , an official member of OIC, with 56 other countries.

And we let it happen! Congratulations India -- the epitome of religious tolerance.

The only reason why India has failed to solve the issue of Kashmir with Pakistan is not lack of political oversight, or poorly conceived diplomatic measures. The reason why India, during the Kargil insurgence -- should not called a War) did not carry its operations to its logical end (whatever the effect might have been on and in our neighbouring countries,or in the United Nations Forum) is not political complexities that would have gone on to being complications.

It is Cowardice, in the interest of those in power with vested interests. The reason is the religion of Pakistan is Islam -- Or the distorted perception it has been allowed to converted to be into over the decades., and instead of denouncing the evil perpetrated in the name of Islam, and making Muslim citizens more responsible as followers of Islamic Faith, being citizens of secular India , it doesn't have the courage to do so, and tries to keep Indian Muslims "happy".

France can ban the 'Burkha', there are 50 examples, but Hindustan find themselves shaking in their knees. I wonder which generation of us will have the guts to stand up, call a spade a spade, and should ban any religion( or part of its contents)to end this melodrama of shamelessness..

It's not political inefficiency that present the woodheads as not even knowing, or pretending not to, that a true Indian irrespective of religion will always support and appreciate a Correct decision to be followed up with.

Why can't we (Indians, who put nation much much ahead of religion)be vocal publicly? why don't we say aloud for everybody to hear that : if a Muslim is disturbed or feels threatened in India as a Muslim, he is free to Leave the country. If he doesn't, he should be thrown out (what India has never done -- all this while since Nehru and his descendants -- despite having the privilege to govern the country for more than 45 years of the 63 , post-Independence, for Muslim votes!

If the 'rogue' percentage is 3% of the Muslim population , throw them out. If the percentage is 95%, throw them out. Why ponder, theorize, dissect, analyze, have talks, back down over a problem that is Not India's, despite it being a problem of whatever religion, and hurt sentiments?

India is a secular country. If a religion is preached at over 1000 decibels through loudspeakers, 5 times a day that there is only one god, and non-followers are 'kuffers', the loudspeakers should be dismantled, the 'congregation should be broken, WITHOUT HESITATION, and being scared of humanists and NGOs throwing rulebooks and religious texts. The Indian Constitution should be thrown back at their faces, and asked to leave. Fascism? If Indianism is fascism, no problem..
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THE EMINENT THAT SHALL FOLLOW.ANOTHER LESSON.

THE EMINENT THAT SHALL FOLLOW.
ANOTHER LESSON.

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From: "Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri" <dranirbanchaudhuri@gmail.com>

Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 13:27:09 +0000

To: Reply to Comment<g+40zynda000000s37hzv02rxz2mpwm3i00001fo3ly391t746@groups.facebook.com>

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Subject: Re: [KOLKATA UNPLUGGED] Oh no, Mother!

@Suman B

I try to be impartial as much as I percieve, and I must admit I fully agree with you in my heart, NOW that you are telling me the TRUTH. I wish it was all a lie.
That's unfortunate and actually heart-breaking -- shock for me. I learnt something today, and came to know about yet another contradiction of life, in the 42nd year of my life. Being on a pedestal, and using that height and respect, impart Responsibility.

Here I perhaps shall go a step further than you (or what you know but not said for propriety's sake, on both individual and social levels). Yes it is human to be fallible, and once that happens, certain sets of corrigendum need to corrected. The more authority and trust one develops, the scope to commit errors becomes narrower -- the person definitely can argue on the basis of being Humane (and the 'holier-than-thou' clichés), and he should be answered and corrected on the basis of Humanity,
--- if my mistake affects me inside my home, I need to be corrected. But if the same action affects 10,000 families and 40,000 people, i need to be corrected much more strictly because my position of authority has given me greater responsibilities, and I should be conscious and cautious too.

Culpability of one single action changes with circumstances, and needs a completely differently perspective to be dealt with. It is not the action, but its effect that should be considered if one proceeds to qualify the action, and quantify the factor of culpability.

At the moment something deep inside has taken a 180 degree spin. and I'm trying to deal with it. And since you have pointed out one of the best kept secrets, it is my responsibility to change the perspectives of other people who are heart- broken. It's all about our common religion -- Humanity, and I shall see to it that my 2 year old daughter grows up knowing the Truth. And that lies not in my mail, it lies in your answer.

Regards, (and willing to be corrected any time and every time, as being the commonest of the commoners assumes a responsibility too)

Thank you.

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From: "Suman Bhowmik" <notification+i33imkim@facebookmail.com>

Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 04:49:27 -0700

To: KOLKATA UNPLUGGED<kolkataclassic@groups.facebook.com>

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Subject: Re: [KOLKATA UNPLUGGED] Oh no, Mother!

Suman Bhowmik commented on Raja Mitra's post in KOLKATA UNPLUGGED. Suman Bhowmik 5:19pm Jun 20 doc, what you say is part truth. what you do not, maybe because you did not work with her closely enough, is that to be so taken care of by her or her team, every leper, poor or sick needed to convert first. to accept that jesus was his / her lord. to push in a conversion agenda on those hapless beings was not only to say my god is better than yours (which is a whole load of crap by any yardstick) but also making profit out of human misery. that is despicable in normal, fallible humans. in one who is claimed to be a saint (obviously for pushing a church agenda of increasing flocks of poor lambs) it is a crime beyond pardon!! so while you have every right to believe in the godliness of agnes, the many others who have happened to have worked closely with the moc and are aware of these issues, have an equal, if not stronger right to differ. in every case its an individual opinion and the citizenship of this country has little to do with it. and finally, erudite as you always are & sentimental as you now are, the fact remains that the argument over agnes is often a one of facts versus public image (created by a biased western media, followed by a me-too indian media and gobbled up by a lot ignorant indians - i would venture so much as to say mostly bengalis, the other provinces largely keeping a straight mind - that love hero worship in some form or another). your note therefore makes you as much part of the reality show as everyone else you see `salivating for bread.' ;-)). Comment History Anirban Chaudhuri 12:37pm Jun 20 This is bloody outrageous. Both the author and the reader seem to bo psychopaths, and in my opinion, criticizing just for the sake if criticizing. And even if She's done everything for money or popularity, LET IT BE. We have seen enough of the humanoid sub-species- the 'His/Her Holiness, His Holy Scrupules ('Scriptures' for a group with a lot of common things), His Face and The Intent that lies behind, and The Holy Halo. We know our level of 'Vedic Tolerance', and how much we can take without making a single sound,(at least the Vocal type)... Let's not bother about efforts at posthumous epitomisation of those who, we (some of us) believe and preach, might have had Hell to be the possible destination of their post-mortem soulless journey. I have seen Sister Teresa cleaning faeces ('shit' oops!-- 'Crap' for the urbane and the metropolitan), vomittus ('Puke' for the same demographic segment) , pus, infected blood & a range of discharges from a range of human orifices (of which many of us wouldn't be able to tolerate the stench, let alone touch) with a compassionate smile, with a Prayer, and with words of Comfort that make us believe. So, for all the commandeering and wangles, the dubious tyranny of those she knew, and the possible 'blood donations' she might have managed (according to this personified encyclopedia that reports about the ostentations), I, as an Indian, shall continue to respect the Mother if I truly believe that she might saved and shaped the life of even only One sick leper child, of a much lesser god. We silently celebrate brutal deaths, rapes, assassinations with consummate ease over our morning coffee. Let's tolerate an eventual birth, born out of destiny's folly. Say what -- we could even politicise this blasphemous act to take over the parliament? ? I see hungry faces.. Okay..I don't know what's cooking in Hitchen's Kitchen so I throw this piece of bread into the crowd called You. Watching this Reality Show is a salivating prospect.. Original Post Raja Mitra 6:06am Jun 20 Oh no, Mother! I was reminded of Sister Agnes (aka Mother Teresa) once again on coming across the following lines in Christopher Hitchens' review of Joseph Lelyveld's book on Gandhi. "When Mother Teresa—another denizen of that unworldly India of redemption by self-abnegation—had her audience with Pope Paul VI, she reportedly took a bus to the Vatican and wore only her everyday sari and sandals. I wrote at the time that, if true, this was not modesty but ostentation." This of course is greatly at variance with her usual practice of commandeering Calcutta Corporation ambulances regularly during the 60s & 70s and travelling around in them for free with her acolyte nuns. Given that Kolkata's favourite nun used to wangle first-class tickets for free from airlines managers (' in God's name, for God's work' ) and jet around all over the globe meeting dubious tyrants & established embezzlers among others from whom she managed to get many millions of 'donations' which were subsequently never ever accounted for and get treated at some very good and expensive hospitals all over the world whenever she was unwell. this was indeed an ostentatious act, if not a downright hypocritical one. You can read more details about her duplicity by going through Dr. Aroup Chatterjee's written deposition to the Vatican about her http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaPiqPNZoeOQmS-OeUXlJUpw/www.deeshaa.org/deposition-mother-of-all-myths/ or from this article http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaonWVcIX2LF3Iou64hsbHhA/www.deeshaa.org/906/ by the veteran journalist & erstwhile editor of The Statesman Sunanda K. Datta-Ray published in The Australian over a decade ago (both reproduced by Dr. Atanu Dey in his blog). Hitchens who is the author of an interesting book on Mother Teresa entitled " The Missionary Position : Mother Teresa in Theory & Practice" (Detailed excerpts from this book can be read at Google Books here Mother Teresa - Christopher Hitchens from Google Books< http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaYivA_iXR49E04eMkDvRdfA/books.google.com/books?id=PTgJIjK67rEC&lpg=PP1&pg=PA19%23v%3Donepage&q&f=false>) had this to say subsequently when the Vatican decided to beatify her. http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aav1gwamHXyIS8kd3lW9LeFw/www.slate.com/id/2090083/ Undaunted by all this of course Kolkata now has a Metro station named after her. And the unqualified, unthinking adulation is all set to continue. View Post on Facebook · Edit Email Settings · Reply to this email to add a comment.

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ANOTHER LESSON.

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Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 06:27:15 -0700

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Subject: Re: [KOLKATA UNPLUGGED] Oh no, Mother!

Anirban Chaudhuri commented on Raja Mitra's post in KOLKATA UNPLUGGED. Anirban Chaudhuri 6:57pm Jun 20 @Suman B I try to be impartial as much as I percieve, and I must admit I fully agree with you in my heart, NOW that you are telling me the TRUTH. I wish it was all a lie. That's unfortunate and actually heart-breaking -- shock for me. I learnt something today, and came to know about yet another contradiction of life, in the 42nd year of my life. Being on a pedestal, and using that height and respect, impart Responsibility. Here I perhaps shall go a step further than you (or what you know but not said for propriety's sake, on both individual and social levels). Yes it is human to be fallible, and once that happens, certain sets of corrigendum need to corrected. The more authority and trust one develops, the scope to commit errors becomes narrower -- the person definitely can argue on the basis of being Humane (and the 'holier-than-thou' clichés), and he should be answered and corrected on the basis of Humanity, Comment History Suman Bhowmik 5:19pm Jun 20 doc, what you say is part truth. what you do not, maybe because you did not work with her closely enough, is that to be so taken care of by her or her team, every leper, poor or sick needed to convert first. to accept that jesus was his / her lord. to push in a conversion agenda on those hapless beings was not only to say my god is better than yours (which is a whole load of crap by any yardstick) but also making profit out of human misery. that is despicable in normal, fallible humans. in one who is claimed to be a saint (obviously for pushing a church agenda of increasing flocks of poor lambs) it is a crime beyond pardon!! so while you have every right to believe in the godliness of agnes, the many others who have happened to have worked closely with the moc and are aware of these issues, have an equal, if not stronger right to differ. in every case its an individual opinion and the citizenship of this country has little to do with it. and finally, erudite as you always are & sentimental as you now are, the fact remains that the argument over agnes is often a one of facts versus public image (created by a biased western media, followed by a me-too indian media and gobbled up by a lot ignorant indians - i would venture so much as to say mostly bengalis, the other provinces largely keeping a straight mind - that love hero worship in some form or another). your note therefore makes you as much part of the reality show as everyone else you see `salivating for bread.' ;-)). Anirban Chaudhuri 12:37pm Jun 20 This is bloody outrageous. Both the author and the reader seem to bo psychopaths, and in my opinion, criticizing just for the sake if criticizing. And even if She's done everything for money or popularity, LET IT BE. We have seen enough of the humanoid sub-species- the 'His/Her Holiness, His Holy Scrupules ('Scriptures' for a group with a lot of common things), His Face and The Intent that lies behind, and The Holy Halo. We know our level of 'Vedic Tolerance', and how much we can take without making a single sound,(at least the Vocal type)... Let's not bother about efforts at posthumous epitomisation of those who, we (some of us) believe and preach, might have had Hell to be the possible destination of their post-mortem soulless journey. I have seen Sister Teresa cleaning faeces ('shit' oops!-- 'Crap' for the urbane and the metropolitan), vomittus ('Puke' for the same demographic segment) , pus, infected blood & a range of discharges from a range of human orifices (of which many of us wouldn't be able to tolerate the stench, let alone touch) with a compassionate smile, with a Prayer, and with words of Comfort that make us believe. So, for all the commandeering and wangles, the dubious tyranny of those she knew, and the possible 'blood donations' she might have managed (according to this personified encyclopedia that reports about the ostentations), I, as an Indian, shall continue to respect the Mother if I truly believe that she might saved and shaped the life of even only One sick leper child, of a much lesser god. We silently celebrate brutal deaths, rapes, assassinations with consummate ease over our morning coffee. Let's tolerate an eventual birth, born out of destiny's folly. Say what -- we could even politicise this blasphemous act to take over the parliament? ? I see hungry faces.. Okay..I don't know what's cooking in Hitchen's Kitchen so I throw this piece of bread into the crowd called You. Watching this Reality Show is a salivating prospect.. Original Post Raja Mitra 6:06am Jun 20 Oh no, Mother! I was reminded of Sister Agnes (aka Mother Teresa) once again on coming across the following lines in Christopher Hitchens' review of Joseph Lelyveld's book on Gandhi. "When Mother Teresa—another denizen of that unworldly India of redemption by self-abnegation—had her audience with Pope Paul VI, she reportedly took a bus to the Vatican and wore only her everyday sari and sandals. I wrote at the time that, if true, this was not modesty but ostentation." This of course is greatly at variance with her usual practice of commandeering Calcutta Corporation ambulances regularly during the 60s & 70s and travelling around in them for free with her acolyte nuns. Given that Kolkata's favourite nun used to wangle first-class tickets for free from airlines managers (' in God's name, for God's work' ) and jet around all over the globe meeting dubious tyrants & established embezzlers among others from whom she managed to get many millions of 'donations' which were subsequently never ever accounted for and get treated at some very good and expensive hospitals all over the world whenever she was unwell. this was indeed an ostentatious act, if not a downright hypocritical one. You can read more details about her duplicity by going through Dr. Aroup Chatterjee's written deposition to the Vatican about her http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaAnnvTdoi9KkCPC54b_sw4g/www.deeshaa.org/deposition-mother-of-all-myths/ or from this article http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aa2CByVywEhzXw75B1vEfOlA/www.deeshaa.org/906/ by the veteran journalist & erstwhile editor of The Statesman Sunanda K. Datta-Ray published in The Australian over a decade ago (both reproduced by Dr. Atanu Dey in his blog). Hitchens who is the author of an interesting book on Mother Teresa entitled " The Missionary Position : Mother Teresa in Theory & Practice" (Detailed excerpts from this book can be read at Google Books here Mother Teresa - Christopher Hitchens from Google Books< http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaUv88Q2wTSwu5Y4ktvzSn5g/books.google.com/books?id=PTgJIjK67rEC&lpg=PP1&pg=PA19%23v%3Donepage&q&f=false>) had this to say subsequently when the Vatican decided to beatify her. http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aav3Qj4EWr0UqSCuTropSuoQ/www.slate.com/id/2090083/ Undaunted by all this of course Kolkata now has a Metro station named after her. And the unqualified, unthinking adulation is all set to continue. View Post on Facebook · Edit Email Settings · Reply to this email to add a comment.

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had this to say subsequently when the Vatican decided to beatify her.
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This is bloody outrageous. Both the author and the reader seem to b psychopaths, and in my opinion, criticizing because there might an itch or a "Hitch" active somewhere, just for the sake of criticizing.

And even if She's done everything for money or popularity, LET IT BE. We have seen enough of the humanoid sub-species- the 'His/Her Holiness, His Holy Scrupules ('Scriptures' for a group with a lot of common things), His Face and The Intent that lies behind, and The Holy Halo. We know our level of 'Vedic Tolerance', and how much we can take without making a single sound,(at least the Vocal type)...

Let's not bother about efforts at posthumous epitomisation of those who, we (some of us) believe and preach, might have had Hell to be the possible destination of their post-mortem soulless journey.

I have seen Sister Teresa cleaning faeces ('shit' oops!-- 'Crap' for the urbane and the metropolitan), vomitus ('Puke' for the same demographic segment) , pus, infected blood & a range of discharges from a range of human orifices (of which many of us wouldn't be able to tolerate the stench, let alone touch) with a compassionate smile, with a Prayer, and with words of Comfort that make us believe.

So, for all the commandeering and wangles, the dubious tyranny of those she knew, and the possible 'blood donations' she might have managed (according to this personified encyclopedia that reports about the ostentations), I, as an Indian, shall continue to respect the Mother if I truly believe that she might saved and shaped the life of even only One sick leper child, of a much lesser god.

We silently celebrate brutal deaths, rapes, assassinations with consummate ease over our morning coffee. Let's tolerate an eventual birth, born out of destiny's folly. Say what -- we could even politicise this blasphemous act to take over the parliament? ? I see hungry faces.. Okay..I don't know what's cooking in Hitchen's Kitchen so I throw this piece of bread into the crowd called You. Watching this Reality Show is a salivating prospect..

--- the faceless Indian

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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
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Mumbai, India
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