Uncertainty of Principles – A Brilliant Play on Conflict between Science and Superstitions

These are the days of despair and conflicts of ideologies. Almost every other person around us believes in Zodiac signs or some superstition. Many have become followers of self-proclaimed modern spiritual gurus. Moreover it is becoming difficult to even have a decent dialogue on these issues. It is a mine field if we try to converse on these issues as religious sentiments are revoked and all the hell breaks loose. Rationality is almost kind of prohibited and there seems to be a shoot at sight order for rational people.

To make it worse pseudo-scientific ideas are being peddled as science. It is ironic that in the era of internet and GPS, we have embarked on a long path back to dark times full of fear and insecurities requiring support of religion, god-men and caste specific gods to reach home safely.

Given this backdrop, kudos to Mukhosh, a theatre group based in Kalyani, suburb of Kolkata for bringing forth a play – Uncertainty of Principles directed by Dr. Ayan Banerjee who is a faculty at Indian Institute of Science Education and Research. The name of the play is a spin-off on Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle but the play is not about difficult scientific theories. It is rather about how wrongly these theories are perceived by the educated and are thought perpetuating the ideas of religion.

The play deals with simple prevalent superstitions like which side of bed one gets down in the morning decides course of the day or how sacred threads can ward off epilepsy or the evil eye. It directly goes into how tragedy leads to god fearing attitudes and how self proclaimed spiritual gurus and god-men manipulate these very fears. I don’t wish to give away the plot of the play.

The entire play is very entertaining and dialogues are full of pun and irony but they don’t directly mock or ridicule the fears of the common man. Humour is very subtle which makes it impactful.

The final act of the play when the protagonist decides to start addressing fears and superstitions of one’s own family members backed with evidence is worth applauding. Like he says – charity must begin at home, so scientists and students of science have a huge responsibility to bring society out of the tunnel of fear.

All characters were well portrayed by scientists and students including that of the dubious god-man. The play reminded of movies like Ganashatru, Kapurush O Mahapurush made by the great film maker Satyajit Ray. The decadence of our society is unbelievable. It was more evident as the play was staged at the iconic Asiatic Society, Kolkata at the end week long History of Science workshop. The legacy of great scientific men of this city is indeed exemplary and it is our duty to uphold this scientific legacy and inheritance.

Don’t miss this play by Mukhosh. Follow them on Facebook to know about their new shows or better still invite them to your institutions, housing community halls and events.

Time

Time is wrapped
We move forward
But yet in circles

A new beginning
Another New Year
All dots
On the circles

Time is a trap
An endless wrap
Moving forward
Yet in circles

Histories repeat
Dictators return
But tyrant
Time
Beats them all

Let us not despair
No one colour or
One faith can
Rule Forever

Light refracts
Even through
The Prism of Religion
Into a Rainbow

All mighty forever
Will bite the dust
As children of soil
Will rise yet again

Time goes in circles
Some look ahead
Forgetting the wrap
Others who look behind
Fall in the trap

There is no way
Back into the womb
Only death awaits
Ahead

Time moves forward
While moving in circles
Maybe Sisyphus is happy
For he knows
The clock ticks…

Modern Day Macbeth

We are still under the hangover of Macbeth – the play by Rajat Kapoor which was staged yesterday at Kalamandir, Kolkata. It really give hope that there are people who are voicing their dissent loud and clear!

The satire was not lost…starting with three witches being compared to Kardashians, fascism being called Karaoke Fascism, how it needs one small ‘push’ to make any person violent, how violence is the potent force that binds the society and ending with the satirical disclaimer by two jokers played brilliant by Jim Sarabh and Vinay Pathak.

Ranvir Shorey portrayed the dilemma of modern day Macbeth (who kills to become a CEO)

with troubled conscience superbly. Each dialogue was important but unfortunately much was difficult to decipher due to poor sound and our back alley seats. They made it very clear that given current state of affairs, the joke was entirely on the elitist audience!
Bravo is all I can say!!

I hope it will make people introspect what they are endorsing so easily is dangerous and the blood stain on our conscience will only grow bigger and bigger even if we try to wipe or justify it!

#macbeth #shakeaspeare #rajatkapoor #jimsarabh #vinaypathak #ranvirshorey

Staying Relevant

Staying relevant

In irrelevant times

Is the challenge

Engage

Or disengage?

Stay attached?

Or be detached?

When Time sweeps

You away from the frame

Should one linger

On the fringes?

Where does one go?

Is there a Rumi’s field?

The even playing field?

Where they play it fair

No time to call a foul

A foul

No ground rules

It’s a game

Where no one wins

But all try to

Reinvent

Shifting positions

Moving goal-posts

To stay relevant

In these irrelevant times…

Silly Significance

With her chin-up
And chips down
With spring in her feet
She trots on the globe
Our blue dot
But she is not alone

There are billions of us
Totally lost
In the humongous mess
Of hundreds of imagined worlds
And faiths
And the great sense of propriety
All trying to be right
By proving others wrong

Kudos to us for
Throwing out the baby
– our sustenance
Along with the bath water

All self similar beings
Trying so hard
To advance their race
By killing each other
The sheer madness

We still love to imagine
And believe
It’s the sun that sets
Or rises for us
Instead of –
– that’s it’s we go
Around an axis
Downside up
And upside down
Along the elliptical

Planet doesn’t care
Whether it’s dinosaurs
Or only us
Neither does the Universe

Feeling all self-important
With bloated
or deflated egos
With the chin up
Or chips down
We continue to seek
our significance
In the grand cosmic
Insignificance

But does it have all to be
So dangerously silly?
by pitting imagined worlds
Imagined selves
And imagined gods
Against each other
And against Nature!

Strangeness

In a strange city

Trees grow

In abandoned homes

And uprooted people

Dwell beside the roads

There is no place

To plant trees

There is no home

For migrants

Trees grow

Inside old homes

And people grow old

Without homes

Both trees and people

Have become refugees

And homes are empty

Devoid of love

And compassion

Trees and people

Search for roots

In a strange city

On a strange planet

Here She Lies…

Under the Canopy

Here She lies

In Paris

In exile

At Pere Lachaise

A mother, a queen

With a vanquished dream

She crossed seven seas

A sin in the 1850s

In the hope of justice and freedom

From the Queen of England

Mocked, ignored and bribed

She told them

They could not own

The kingdom of her son

And her pride

Here she lies

Our own Queen of Oudh

Next to a bush of roses

Growing in the wild

In exile

at Pere Lachaise

Resting quietly among the greats

She sought nothing

But Peace and Freedom

 

Among all the shiny graves

If you see an earthly grave

Fractured by Time

Under a green canopy

Know that it’s her

India’s brave Queen Mother –

Janab-e-Aliah Mallika Kishwar

Who crossed seven seas

A sin in the 1850s

To seek Peace and Freedom

And fair political justice

From the Imperial queen

And did no compromise

 

Do pause

And pray

If you may

But do tell her tale

Here She lies…

 

Kafkaesque

I exist therefore I am

I am therefore I exist

I am the means

and the end

I think

so I do

I do

so I think

I stand

so I believe

I believe

so I stand

I reason

to be

not to be

I protest

for Justice

That is blind

I am free

but chained

by law

But the law exists

to free the chains

what is Right

is also Left of Right

But Right is not wrong

so Left is definitely wrong

The Day Freedom Was Won and Lost

They both stood vigil

Just like lovers

With surgical precision

Lines were drawn

And lives got thrown

Into disarray

One thought Nation did not belong to them

Other was too young and weak to claim or protect

The two great lovers

Stood and watched

As a Nation got ripped into two

And precious lives ebbed away

No one realised

It was the very idea of love and freedom

They had aborted that day

As the Nation bled

Along with lives

Homes

Identities

Peace

Love

Humanity

All was lost

And alleged lovers stood vigil

Arrogantly announcing

Their Nation’s tryst with destiny!!