ଭିଖାରୁଣୀ( Odia Poetry – The old beggar woman)

ଭିଖାରୁଣୀ   

                                                                                                                                                                                                           ଶୁଭେନ୍ଦୁ ମହାନ୍ତି

୨୮/୦୪/୨୦୧୪

ଚାଲୁଛି ଏଇମିତି କାଇଁ

କେବେଠୁ ମୁଁ ହିସାବ ରଖିନି

କେତେ ଦିନ ଆଉ କେତେ ରାତି

ପାଦ ତଳେ ମୋ ଯାଏ ବିତି

ଛାତି ତଳ କୋହ ମୋର

କେତେ ଆଉ ଲୁଚେଇବି

କେତେ ଆଉ ଲୁହ ରେ

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କିଏ ତୁମେ ?

 

କିଏ ତୁମେ ?                                                                  

ଶୁଭେନ୍ଦୁ ମହାନ୍ତି

                                                                      ୧୯/୦୯/୨୦୧୩

                                                                        ରାତ୍ର ୦୯:୩୦

ରାତି ର ଓଢଣା ତଳେ

ଗୁଣୁଗୁଣୁ ସୁର ତାନେ ଗୋ ମନମୋହିନୀ

କି ଯାଦୁ କରିଛ ?

ଫିକା ସେଇ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେ ତୁମ

କି ନିଶା ଭରିଛ?

 

ହାତେ ତୂଳୀ ତୁମ ରଙ୍ଗବୋଳା କାନି

ଦୂର ଦେଶେ ଘର ତୁମ

ହେ ନୀଳନୟନୀ

ପାରିଜାତ ରଙ୍ଗେ ତୁମେ

କାଳିମା ର ବୁକୁ ଚିରି

କି ଛବି ଆଙ୍କିଛ ?

 

ଅଙ୍କାବଙ୍କା ଦୂର ଏଇ ପଥେ

ରୁଣ୍ ଝୁଣ୍ ତୁମ ପାଉଁଜି ଶବଦେ

ନାଚେ କାହିଁ ମତୁଆଲା ମନ

ଅବସନ୍ନ ଆଖି, କିନ୍ତୁ ହେ ଗଜଗାମିନୀ !

ତୁମ ହାତେ ପ୍ରାଣପକ୍ଷୀ ମୋର

ଡେଣାଝାଡି ଉଡିଯାଏ, ପିଇଯାଏ

ସୁଦୂର ଗଗନ !

 

କିଏ ଯେ ତୁମେ ?

ପ୍ରିୟା, ସଖା , ପରୀ , ଯାଦୁକର ?

କି

ଅଳିକ ସପନ ?!!

 

 

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I am sorry

So all I could do is put words to my feelings, which would probably fall flat.. So all I could do is pine and lament a society I am a part of. So all I could do really is – nothing ?

Reams of paper and ink will be lost in a phase, which, in all its probability, shall also pass.

Could we really do anything? Anything at all??

I know each of us is carrying a burden of shame and most probably self-loathing. I certainly am. Let’s face it, how different am I from those who did this heinous crime of crumpling a life which ought to have realised its many dreams, aspirations. Can I be honest and claim I never harboured any ill-feelings, self-germinated or otherwise, for the opposite sex? To me, an act of sexual abuse is just another manifestation of self-hatred, inferiority complex from strong and successful women and not to forget a troubled and biased upbringing. Looking down upon women, belittling women, at work, at college, at any walk of life, to me, is probably as heinous a crime, if not amounting to such tragic and disastrous impact. The impact, we have been brought up with, in our Indian cultured society. And I admit today, I have committed this crime, a few times that is and am as ashamed about it as I have been for judging any other person in my life or forming baseless opinions about them.

Why should even I take pride in the fact that I treat women with utmost respect and love? I have been ridiculed about this trait of mine in the past, amounting to slurs and jibes during college days. My question is, shouldn’t we all respect each other, as a friend, as a colleague and just as another human being. The germ of gender inequality is ingrained somewhere in our sub-conscious, which is probably hard to let go, sadly.

So can I do anything at all? Yes I can – I take this opportunity to apologize to each of you, man, woman, friend or otherwise, for my past behaviour towards you, if that has ever made you question my integrity as a human being, more than anything else.

Have been going through a vast sea of emotions of late, regarding the current state of affairs in India and couldn’t help but pen a few lines…sorry, again in Odia.

 

 

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Aiyyo!

Some things are better “said”, even if it is late in the day.

Saw the reportedly atrocious “Aiyya” the other day and was astounded by the sheer gut of the filmmaker of actually extending one of his short stories from another of his acclaimed Marathi movie, titled “Gandh” to such disastrous effects. I mean, some stories, look and feel nice in a duration appropriate to its content and flow. More so, when you have seen the gist in an aptly timed short piece. And here he is, extending and extrapolating that in manifold directions, charting the unforeseen yet completely unwanted zany side of its main protagonist and her family , in a never before seen weirdo setting. Unreal,unfunny and gets highly on your nerves. May be he just wanted to justify the lusty smell that drives the whole of the movie through an equally unfathomable environment. But there lies the whole point of failure if you ask me.

I mean, I can totally relate to a day dreamer, living in and out of the world seen through her rose-tinted  glasses. I feel the subtlety is gone when you actually show her wearing such glasses in each dream sequence! I can possibly feel the lust of a smell so overpowering, one falls  hook, line and sinker. Well, what’s the point of setting up such an innovative portrayal of love through the wacky characters that pop in and out of each frame just for the heck of it, you actually cringe about the whole thought of smell as a propeller of lust and probably love.

Trust me, when I had seen the original Marathi flick by the same director, it was full of intrigue, subtle indications leading to an ominous climax. Sadly, with brilliant actors like Rani Mukherjee and the illustrious talent that Anurag Kashyap is, Aiyya was really , if you ask me, smelling of rotten fish.

Nevertheless, my intrigue with the whole idea of smell driving one’s life took me to the pen and here’s my take on the theme of Aiyya .. Apologies, in Odia..

Makes more sense when you have seen the movie and er.. you can read Odia 🙂

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ତୁମେ ଗଲା ପରେ …

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