Category: religion

Great Floods

Great floods have occurred in the past

No one talks of who triggered it

But we know right from Noah

Who were the saviours

Gods can’t seem to do much

In the drowning world

Where drowned ones

Wait for that one physical and real

Hand to manifest

The hand of the saviours

To pull them out of the debris

To live to tell the tale

Some say it felt like

A great wall of water and sludge

Came towards them

Scenes of apocalypse unfolded

Is the world coming to 

An end? 

We know there are

Profiteers getting richer

By burning the planet

But ice is ice is ice

With a fixed melting point

A completely non-negotiable one

We have watched for a decade or more

Bargains over 1 degrees or two

But idiots never understood

Glaciers will melt

No gods can save us

From nature’s fury

We transcended the boundaries

Taking earth for granted

Like we take our women too

But everything has a breaking point

Yet we refuse to learn

As long as the poor

Or rich tourists die

Does really matter anymore?

Nor do lives on a narrow strip

Which is getting narrower

Nor do high altitude folks

Who are the first victims

And first responders too

Who is to be held accountable?

For uncountable deaths

We will bear witness

Make films, poetry, stories too

We have all documentation tools

To document the horror

Soon we will walk around

With oxygen masks

As cities turn unliveable

While mountains prone to GLOFs

You escape the noise

To seek peace in higher altitude

Only to get buried under a glacier deluge

No one knows where you disappeared

Lucky ones say Shiva or Jesus or Prophet

Or any god of their calling saved them

No one asks why gods are so selective?

They never punish the perpetrators

They go after the poorest of poor

Trapped in bare minimum cycles of survival

On a larger scale we are in an era

Which might get defined in retrospect

An era hooked to screens

Watching their own collapse

And mountains turning into rivers

Minute by minute

Waiting for saviours

To manifest to save them

From themselves

As we sink into the deluge and debris

Of our own making

When will we learn to act?

Isn’t it too late already?

The Blue Door

There is a blue door at end of the road. People say it’s the door to the happiness.  One can hear laughter and songs, but no one is ever seen crossing the threshold. Neighborhood believes that all the peace and happiness has got locked behind the blue door. No one knows who has locked all the joy away but the sadness and anger that is left behind is quite palpable.

As one walks down the road, one can hear screams of the locked lunatic sibling coming from an attic of one house. They say he lost his mind over a girl who was forced to marry someone from her clan. From another house one can hear heart rending lament of a mother whose only child has gone missing. A misogynist cop rants and screams in the other one, ordering his wife and children who tremble with fear. A young girl screams hysterically in the next one whenever she hears a footstep, “They are coming for me. Save me.”

The town has a church, a temple, synagogue and a mosque where prayers are held daily. Everyone prays for peace and prosperity that they think is locked elsewhere behind the Blue door. They all hold each other’s faith in doubt. They all live in constant fear and pride of their gods. They fight and attack each other relentlessly. It feels as though they are compelling their gods to compete in a race to gain the highest glory and power of the land (just like they wanted the children to compete once upon a time). Sadly, they have managed to drive both gods and children away.

After prayers everyone returns to the little hell they have managed to create. The Blue door remains shut forever. In their fight, hatred and bigotry, the town has forgotten that the gods have left key to the door with them – the key that opens only when there is love and kinship.

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.