Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Sipra's Diary: Looking back..............vaisnab podaboli




         "Kando kene monre aamar,  akarone"(Bengali)


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      "Why do you weep, o my mind,
                   for no reason?
.......Perhaps profound joy and deep sorrows spring from one and the same source, same root. In my early years, I remember, when my paternal aunty met my grandma after a long time, they used to cry at first sight. It seemed odd drama to us as kids. Later on, it became clear to me, that cry'was due to overwhelming joy of meeting.

"I first heard the above song many years ago in my village from a 'Baisnabi' beggar.
'Baisnabi' or 'Bostom' is a sect like a minstrel in the European country. Love and humility(Krishna-prem) were the base of their religion.
The story of this sect is quite interesting; mainly Birbhum district of Bengal was the centre of origin; men and women attracted to each other,  they lived together without any ritual marriage, which was a rigid social custom/rule at that time; the sect continued  strong even up to 1930/40s, perhaps before 'living together'  was recognised widely in the western world!!

I don't know exactly when this maverick 'culture' evolved in Bengal. And exactly why?

 It may be, I guess, compulsory early marriage of the girls, the burden of dowry system, rigid caste systems, the dominance of patriarchal society, custom of multiple marriages by the 'Kulin' Brahmins, economic poverty, all these together caused to evolve it. Even love between a girl and boy of different caste was considered heinous crime in society.
 I will search for this theme later on in  the internet. Let me divulge now what I know.

Anyway, leaders of the village(called"morols'')were
 very powerful in society for a long time even during British rule. The fathers(mostly upper caste) were tortured and outcast in society by the "morols" if they failed to marry their daughters before 12/13by age.so often many girls were absconding;   absconded  girls  found shelter under some secret secured place led by some social reformer which later came to be known as "AAKHRA."

Every aakhra used to had some headman who set up some rules and regulations which were abided by the members. They thought themselves as devotees of Lord Krishna; Above all,' Love or message of  Krishna-Lila' was the basic mantra; their establishment was based on community-living. All of them used to get same last name 'Das'; Literally "das" means slave; but here they meant devotee;  devotees of Krishna. Creating and sheltering under the same umbrella of "Das"was actually to hit the root of age-old caste system of Indian social structure:quit a revolutionary protest against the deep-rooted systeme at that time but it was implemented in the social fabric with such acuity and cleverness that it mixed  like water with milk and did not create  much movement or uprising.
They depicted Krishna  as very much like human and not as the Avtar of Hindu epic established by the elite;
The common mass accepted the music composed of simple language from  the  ordinary folk  as divine though  many of them were   purge of drastic sexual flavor. 
In simple language, Krishna was practically humanized at the level with basic emotions of common mass; Image of Krishna was thus democratized. All male of 'aakhra' were thought to be part of Lord Krishna and the female as part of Radha.
 Radha-Krishna became the model of aakhra's lifestyle.

 Radha was a married woman much elder than Krishna. So they had to meet secretly. Sitting on a tree and hiding under the leafy branches Krishna played his flute to let Radha know of his presence,(like call in cell- phone); Sound of flute made Radha too crazy to stay away from Krishna. Krishna had affairs with a lot of women from his days of the adolescent.
           The irresistible  attraction for illicit love, flirting which are inherent in human nature and imposing it on Radha-Krishna(the divine figure)they included  subtly different shades of love which  society never approved;
 common people were touched by the music and simple lyrics that composed the theme of passionate love with a touch of immense romanticism.

    "Bolo, bolo tobo kushalo suni,(How do you do)
    Tomar kusole kusolo mani"  (If  you are fine, me too!)

Any girl or boy falling in love could inform the leader(i.e.Pradhan)Neither age nor caste, nor money, but only by exchanging Tulsi-mala (garland of basil seeds) and bindi of sandalwood  and yellow chalk on forehead they lived as partner as long as they wished; they were  also  free to choose other partner leaving the old one. 'Begging' was their common profession; they composed beautiful lyrics of love and composed music which they sang with cymbals when they walked through the neighbourhood on the village-path mostly with the white dress with thin yellow border;   they considered begging as a symbol of humility or benign-ness. As they walked slowly villagers came out and gave rice and vegetables or lentils or coins on their bag or spread piece of cloth; they never need to demand.
 In my parent's house, we had attached ancestry-temple with courtyard; The singers loved to sit on the stairs of the temple and presented song after song. It was their resting place. villagers also requested their favourite song to sing. Gradually, everywhere of Bengal propped up many 'aakhras'. The music with simple lyrics became very popular as it reached and touched the people of both the grass-roots and middle class.
In fact, it was a kind of social uprising like recent 'intifada' 'Arab spring'or 'Perestroika', but peacefully by super coating in a capsule of religiosity.
In
course of time, the music and lyrics created by them were known as "Baishnab Padabali' that left a great contribution to Bengali Literature and culture. Biashnab Padabali was included in the syllabus of Bengali literature in master degree.

'Aakhra','lila-kirtan'etc often used in a derogative sense during our college life. Because like most organization, corruption, sex-malpractices caused degradation of  Aakhras'
In course of time with social upliftment, this sect merged with the Gaudiya Math which is also popular as "Hare-Krishna Hare Ram'Temple in the US.

The great novelist Saratchanra chottopadhaya and Tarashankar Chakravarty wrote several fictions, some of which released an award-winning movie like Kamal-lata, acted by Suchitra sen Uttam Kumar. These novels and movies flashed light on the then social set up.

 'Aamaro bodhua anobari jai /aamar- e  angina diya'--o--o-
Translation:

  'My fiance passed tiptoeing
   To flirt with her paramour                
    that  too, through my courtyard,
          Piercing my heart!
  
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Saturday, December 22, 2018

debut: Elegy of 31st December,2017

debut: Elegy of 31st December,2017:

       Oh 31st December,
At the fag end of the year
Amidst the light, music, crowd and cracker
How do you feel the kick of the Newyear
At chilled midnight?

I hear a howling outcry
Piercing the feeble melancholy
That lost in the orgies and cacophony,
"Forget me not, forget me not,’
New years come and Old years go
But please leave a sigh and a drop from eye
For me!"   

Wrapped in silent languishment
Do you wait with one more stone
for the grave, to welcome the next 31St?
Or, wish to join in the team of
Mourning concert of all
Past 31st Decembers together?

But there is nothing to mourn,
As in the cemetery of Time
All past present and future
Stand in the same pedestal,
Keep running with the eternal flow.
New year comes and old years go!

N.B.
I got the idea of this poem from my personal diary which was written twenty years back; lt was in prosaic order and in my own language, Bengali. It  was a night when  2000AD, the new millennium was just approaching   with  a mixture of daunting apprehension  and overwhelming vigor. I was alone in  completely unfamiliar new neighborhood. As soon the  clock declared 12 ) 0'clock, I heard from my closed apartment the bursting of crackers along with music and cheering voices of people from all around ; out of curiosity I opened the door and came out in the balcony  to look down the lane. 
Wow!The narrow lane was festooned with balloons and decorated  like spider's net  with multi-colored lights like roof over the lane. I peered the  view of joyful kids with glittering party hats on their heads and whistles and enjoying icecream  (defying the chilly weather of the December),the giggling  parents, young men and women were having funs and snacks from the adjacent food-stall. The lane looked like an empire of Arabian Nights described in the fable.For the last two years ,there was so much speculation and rumor about the new  millennium  which might hit the cosmos with chaos and calamity. But that present scenario left no such trace in any face. Forgetting  all about calamity, people were eager to embrace the new millennium   warmly.   

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                                                             December 26th, 2020

2020 is a landmark of this millennium. Though each December  reminds me this poem and to renew it ,but I would like to add something; as 2020 manifests  itself with special  feature different from other years of this millennium.
                             

                                          Like every year December 31 is coming near
                                          Knocking me to post and share with others            
                                         Though we passed the jingle bell of Christmas
                                         And sight of all festivals of lights in dampened hearts;
                                         As the pandemic still hangs in precarious future!
                                         Perhaps this December31,2020, won't rest in sepulture.
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Dec31/2024
                                           
                                          

























Sunday, December 16, 2018

Sipra's Diary: 'Little learning....................

           

I am realising for myself  how much intensity of truth lies in the idiom"little knowledge is more dangerous"  than utter ignorance. I was quite good in the old world of  my pen and paper with abundant freedom; I used to write anytime according to my wish,according to my mood.Coming to US, I felt one who doesn't know computer he is like a blind ;and one who doesn't know driving ,he/she is  lame; and I am both.
Just after marriage my husband was intensely eager to teach me driving;within one week I became confident about myself that I was never born to learn it.
Now it is also redundant in New York.
 But i-phone and computer seemed to be a must. so with immense curiosity, I ventured to step in the arena of g-zero generation;  Perhaps it was a blunder/sin, for me. I was fascinated to explore this new-found mines of knowledge; so I joined a free computer class for adult in the library. I learnt little there, and the rest by trial and error by myself and by begging help to visitor  guest. As not properly learnt, I have no clear concept about the internet. I often suffer in confusion.

I write in the 'Microsoft words' first and then send it to Google 'draft'. I wrote lots of stories articles memoir and fiction in MS. Fiction cannot be finished in one day. When I want to write next time in Microsoft, I don't find the previous one; when I don't find my stuff, I am stuck and blocked. I feel so frustrated with my failure that I thought much time to go back to my old pavilion. But I can not; I lost the previous connection with the old one but could not handle the new one: technology.
I am caught in a trap. I am 'trapped' in the magical network of the internet. With high expectation, I wrote E-mail to Google  'Help'Team to rescue my lost pieces, but in vain. Until now I wasted a lot of time in fumbling instead of writing.
I remembered childhood adage  how' little learning is
a backlash!
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