SARCASM SOCIETY


Guys, I am new to this community.Neither my face is sarcastic nor do I sound like one. Now some of you may wonder "why the hell he is here?"Well, it all happened with my recent encounters with some thick heads in ‘some’ threads of orkut debating on ‘some’ issues .
I tried everything to fix them. Nothing worked. I tried facts, figures, data, history, geography, pol science even economics. Nothing worked. I joined this society because I timely realised that sarcasm is the only weapon I could possibly use to fix them.It is a pity, can’t even prove white is white at some places. But then I discovered that with Sarcasm and its mean means you throw all colours one by one from violet(V) to indigo(I) to blue(B) to green(G) to yellow(G) to orange(O) to red(R), making them spellbound with colors flying around, without letting them realise that VIBGYOR together is WHITE indeed.
white is thus white.
Nice weapon to fix arrogants!
Shall we begin?

I don't know why but I wrote a lot of sad songs in my college days. Like Ekantama, pari, sadhai sadhai MANTRA has made this song timeless and I'm always indebted to them for giving soul to my songs.



सपना...
छात्तीभित्र सानो मुटुथियो
मुटुभित्र केही रहरहरू थिए
तारा तोड़ी ल्याउछु भन्ने त्यो मुटुमा
आशाका केही लहरहरू थिए
Chorus:
तर सपनासबै झुठो हुँढो रैछ
जीवन त केवल सधंर्षनै रैछ
....................
क्षितिजपारी लक्ष्य छ भन्ढै
खोला नाला तरी हिड़े
लक्ष्य धेरै टारा छैन भन्ढै
आशाको दीप जलाउदै हिड़े
Chorus:
तर क्षितिजपारी मरूभुमि पो रैछ
जीवन त केवल सधंर्षनै रैछ
छात्तीभित्र....

This is one of the earliest songs I have ever written. I was barely 18 then. Music had been composed by Bhasker Dewan. I had not imagined that it would go on to become one of the most 'famous' songs of MANTRA band.

एकान्तमा....



एकान्तमा किन किन तिम्रैनै याढ आउछ
सम्झनामा अझैपनि आँखा यो किन रसिन्छ
थाह छ मलाई तिमी आउदैनौ तिमी कसैकी भईसकेछौ
तर किन किन फेरी सम्झन्छु नढुखेखो मुटुलाई किन ढुखाउछु
एक्लै हिड़्दा कहिलेकाही तिमी साथमा पाउछु
हिड़ढा हिड़ढै बोल्दा बोल्दै एक्लै पाँउदा झस्कन्छु
थाह छ मलाई यो भ्रमहो फेरी भेटिने आशानै छैन

तर किन किन फेरी सम्झन्छु नढुखेखो मुटुलाई किन ढुखाउछु
कति छिटो बितेछन् मिलनका ती पलहरू
सम्झना मात्ररह्यो सपना सबै ओझेल पर्यो
एकान्तमा किन किन.......

CIVILISATION

(A memoir on Singalila trek November 2007)
I woke up early without an alarm clock’s intervention for it was one of the most restlessly awaited dawns of my life. I anxiously peeped out of the balcony to see if the day is clear. It was still cloudy like a day before or two. ”Still cloudy?” I complained!
After taking a cup of tea with two slices of bread I crept out of my relative’s place like a mouse on the run. Narrow streets of Darjeeling wore a deserted look, with few men and women carrying water jerry cans. As I hurriedly walked towards the taxi stand, a gust of cool breeze lapped against my face rekindling my vigour, which had been damped by the fog moving teasingly slow and black cloud hovering high like enemy helicopters during war. The weather in the Himalayas is always unpredictable. You never know when the Snow clad mountains smile through the curtains of thick cloud and fog. All a trekker can do is HOPE.
Soon, I could see a reasonable crowd that had gathered in front of BATA showroom to read or buy newspapers. Now I could hear vehicles honking and people chatting. I gave a quick glance around but my questing eyes could not trace anyone looking like Saibal ‘daju’ around; I took out my mobile phone and rang him up. He said he would be there within a few minutes.
He is one of my school days acquaintances. I know him since heydays of St. Robert’s High School. He was a batch senior to me. An active member of WWF and true nature lover, he is well versed with flora and fauna of Darjeeling Hills. He treks to Sandakphu range, the highest part of West Bengal, probably more often than anyone else in Darjeeling and for me it would not have been any better than trekking in company of a person like him.
Soon, we slipped into a taxi going towards a place called Sukhia. Nishes, another close friend of mine joined us at Ghoom.
After an hour’s taxi drive through narrow and snaky road, we changed the vehicle at Sukhia. This one lead us to the place call Maney Bhanjyang, from where one of the famous treks of the Himalayas kicks off.
We were all set to start three days trek to Singalila range. If luck would hold and clouds subside we had a chance to see full-fledged Himalaya range from Sandakpu or else we would be left with no option but to proudly claim that the journey was more beautiful than destination.
We started tramping uphill along a small lane that took us through pine forests. Slowly the panorama of Maney Bhanjyang, a small place inhabited by a few hundred people was dwindling away in thick air as we persistently walked ahead throw the forest. We were perhaps walking away from the civilisation.
After an hours walk, we were amid a large desolate moor in close proximity to India Nepal Border. The place was startlingly muted. We were probably the only objects making noise through our breathing as it appeared even the wind was keeping calm for some unscientifically anonymous reasons. It was, undoubtedly, one of those rare moments when I was able to communicate with my own core properly. The place was clearly far and far from so-called civilised world busy making noises with horns, loudspeakers, phones and all kinds of gadgets. And now, it is immaterial for me how the standard dictionaries define the word ‘civilisation’, because that very moment has effortlessly convinced my dim-witted and capricious mind one thing: civilisation is merely the absence of tranquillity or the presence of its opposite-noise, chaos and confusion!

QUESTION

Today..when the whole India rejoiced together as 'Little Master' overtook Brian Lara's aggregate of 11,953 on the first day of the second Test against Australia at Mohali to become the highest run scorer in test cricket, a stupid question came into my mind:

If cricket is the largest religion in our country worshipped almost by everyone, why do we fight for religion?

I LOST MYSELF....SOMEWHERE!

When I was barely 14, I consciously decided to give up eating meats as I realised by doing otherwise we were merely living at the cost of innocent lives. For next 7 years or so I didn’t eat anything that moved (of course when they are alive). And I was so proud to be one, never felt myself selfish, never faced oneself in the mirror with guilt.
But then somehow as I grew up, I started taking the same thing that had been rejected by this very soul 7 years ago.
I can give any number of reasons for that to prove my innocence and defend myself but I won’t do that as it would be mere cunningness of me to give justifications for starting to live at the cost of innocent lives again.
Perhaps, I lost my true self somewhere or may be some of the sacred emotions got smeared as I grew up and entered the real temporal, materialistic world where the only truth seems to be, “SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST”.

Some times, I quietly sit by myself and ponder over these things-things we do; to survive, to be happy and to move ahead…….