Beberibang

Blog title tu jetiya "jee mon jai" likha billak beberi bang hobo lagibo. A sample follows.

Leonard Cohen says poetry is the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. And sometime the ash falls on the wrong side. Then you realise that the ink that used run from the corners of mouth starts eating poetry (Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry," Reasons for Moving, 1968). If imaginary gardens with real toads in them is the definition of poetry (Marianne Moore's definition of poetry, "Poetry," Collected Poems, 1951) then a poetic life is never finished, only abandoned.

If poetry is the journal of animal like me living on land, wanting to fly in the air, then my search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable is bullshit. May be it is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away (Carl Sandburg, Poetry Considered). Out of the rhetoric quarrel with myself, I, just like W.B Yeats (forgive me for using the name of such legends) try to make poetry. It starts with a lump in the throat and then takes cue from Robert Frost.

Many a times I have been kidnapped by a poet and intrigued with phrases and meters only to see that the summer sky heal the wounds inflicted by reason. I may not say “The smell of ink is intoxicating to me - others may have wine, but I have poetry” like Abbe Yeux-verdi but I can vouch by the fact that poetry is the language in which a man can explore his own amazement without feeling sorry about it. It’s just like a needle - swift enough to sew random thoughts & words into a blanket.

One day, Pixie Foudre, browsing the dim back corner of a musty antique shop opened an old book of poetry and angels flew out from the pages. He caught the whiff of a soul and the ink seemed fresh as today but was that the voice whispering to me? Or it was an echo asking my shadow to dance with thoughts that breathe and words that burn (Thomas Gray). I need to learn the art of substantiating the shadows so that they become a way to me.

I grew up in a town where my thought process was started with the blue hills and converged with the mighty river – Bramhaputra. I borrowed voice from the rain and like the timber it steeped itself in the jungle (Pablo Neruda) of my mind. Like butterflies in spring, the natural beauty of Assam awakens the spirit, stirs the imagination and explores the possibilities with its rhythmic wings. Come voyeur my mind and let your heart & soul free.

Jodio taat khali beberibaang aase

New begining

Colour my day with your skin

Make me wear it night and day

Judge me with a standard that does not even exists

Show me the door that opens up new fortunes

2010 here I come

No journey is too big

That can't be started with a single small step

Whoa

Un believable. No blog for in 2010. Taar maane hoi moi bahut busy nohole moi nijor karone xomoi uliyabo pora nai. Got to take out some time and ensure I keep ejaculating from time to time in the blogspere.

Mobile bihin

Mobile eta adbhut nisa. Jetiya kaam kore it gives you a lot of headache. Right calls at wrong time, failing to work when you need it the most are common things. But Jodi ketiyaba, by stroke of luck, bandha hoi jai, that too for more than 10 days, you realise how unimportant mobile phones are. Mor nijor experiencor pora koisu. This happened to me. And believe me, those were the best days of my life. No calls from boss, no calls from vendors, no calls from customers – it was pure bliss. Sarga such. Not for a single second, I felt the need of the damn phone. Aaji , under tremendous pressure from my bosses and family, moi phone tu bhaal kori lolu. Suddenly I felt stressed. Blessed are those who lives live sans mobile phones. Last dos dinot, every time I felt like calling somebody, I used a land line. Prothomote number bisaari dial koratu alop kamur kaam jen lagisil but but then I got used to it. The sense of isolated from mobile crazy crowd is ecstatic. Try is deliberately sometime – you will enjoy. Sosa koisu

Bimurta Pratidhyani

Bimurta mor nixati jen
Mountar xutare buwa
Ekhoni neela chador

Mor purana CD collection tu uliyai bhupenda aaru jayanta hazarikar gaan xunim buli bhaabisilu. Kintu emaan bosor pelai thuwa karone gotei CD keikhon beya hoi goise. Pratyek CD’r duta maan gaan he baaje. Baaki error. Bor dukh laagi gol. Ei CD bilaak to saage aaru lifot marketot nepao. Taake bhaabi thakote hothat google bhair kotha monot poril. And voila, prithivir sob purana axomia gaan available on the net. Raati eta boja loike (till laptop battery ran out) download korilu aaru xunilu. Kiba jen eta aphuranta energy aahi jai. Bimurta nixati hothate bhupendar gaanere buwa ekhoni rongin chador hoi uthil. Mor dangor suwaali jonir naam Parijat aaru xaru jonir juwa duta bosore bisaari bisaari naam eta dibo pora nai. Uncommon, catchy naam nupuwa holu. Paaleo bhaal nelaage. Bhupendai hothate raati baro bojaat eta naam xuwarai dile – Pratidhyani. Naam tu emaan bhaal lagil. Parijator logot mil khai aaru really uncommon – Pratidhyani Barua. Excited hoi patnik uthai kotha tu kolu. Reaction tu emaan favourable nohol – raati baro bojaat never wake up a sleeping mother. Tothapi adha xaponat, adha dithokot dubaar gun gunale, kiba hisaab korile aaru kole – 10 ta letter aase, suwaliye dubasar boyos hol etiyaloike sentence etao kobo nuware, nijor naam Pratidhyani buli koboloi 15 bosor maan logaabo. Hahi hahi moromote xui thoka suwaalik Pratidhyani buli dubaar moromote matutei tai xaar pai gol. Taar pisor kaahini bor xukhor nohoi.

Xendur xendur prabhati xuruj
Mor gale mukhe porise
Paharanir kuwali faali
Xuwaran jeen aahise

Pratidhyani bimurta nixar kolat matri rupi moromor chador uri xui gol – xenduria prabhati surujar aaxat.

Bhupenda, Bacardi aaru chicken lollipop

Etukura kola megh bhahi jai
Moro bono hongxoi baat heruai
Moi aasu xarodiyo khiriki mukhat
Bukue bisora jonole baat saai

Bhupen dai bor simple bhabe bor romantic kotha kisuman koi goise. Xeetore xemeka ratipuwa etaat mukali akaxot etukura neela megh dekhi moro mana hongxor baat heruai gol
Kot gol xei sonali dinor rupali xapon bor. Mitha mitha feeling bur. Officoloi drive kori goi thakute take bhabilu. Xoixobok kot je eri thoi aahilu. Innocent mon, tension free life, romantic Kalpana (not my short tempered wife Kalpana). Xei kolponaat moi Jodi ketiyaba dasyu Bhaskar, ketiyaba Sherlock Holmes. Jodi ketiyaba lekhok, ketiyaba guitar player. Edin Jodi badminton champion, pas dina cricket hero. Lahe lahe jimaane dangor hoi galu innocent kolpana bur nohowa hoi, aleek Kalpana arobho hol. Moi jen eta dangor film director. Moi jen eta eccentric geek.
Xei kolana aaru aajir dithkor majot akas pataal bived – tothapi ketiyao kiyo realise nokorilu? Asorit! Jibone jetiya ji morere loi gol, xei pothotei goi thakilu. Aaji kekurit bohi khonik mouno porot nostalig huwar bahire aaru kunu upai nai. Songaror boja, professional lifor stress – it’s a never ending race. Edin hardstop loi jee mon jai korim buli thawar koraro sahas nai.

Xeetore xemeka raati
Bastra bihin kunu khetiyokor
Bhagi pora poja tir
Tuh jiu ekura hoi
Raktim jen eti Pratap hau

Bhupenda, Bacardi aaru chicken lollipop – Bhaal combination hobo sage

Axom aamar rupohi

Wow! Almost after 2 months. Glad to be back. Last months were hactic. Winter has cosily set in Aurngabad. Gotike raati xiu thoka he kotha. Blog slog koribo time nai. Taate Goar pheni tini botol aasil. Back to normal now. Rajdai ekhon coffee table book on Assam pulish korise. Lanu bai promo link tu pothaisil. taake saalu. Bhaal lagil. Bahu dinor murat Axom aamar rupahir kotha monot pori gol. Very good initiative. Nohole eyaain manuh bilaake nejainei Assam kot. Orrossat neki buli xudhe. Bengallot buli xudhe. I dont know how they managed their school exam where I assume geography was a mandatory subject. Anyway ignorant burbak bilaake nejaani bhaalei. Nohole they will spoil our axom aik with visits.

Axom aamar rupahi, gunoro nai xex. Bharotore purva deshat surjya utha desh