War

Canvas of history
Forever painted in red
Shows us the right mirror
Mankind has never been kind

Battle after battle
Peace has been butchered
Yet we dream and hope white dove
Will save us
Love will bail humanity

Even in garb of peace
We know to fight our
Cold wars
Power wars
Without weapons

Even between you and me
We identify the Other
To keep the fight on
We need victims
To feel the power

Even if we don’t butcher
We bully in good humor
To eliminate the Other
Upmanship may drown us
Yet we steer our ships with pride
Towards annihilation and regret

Metaphorical Phoenix
Rises from the ashes
But we keep the embers burning
To start the next war
With every hope demolished
Love turns into a refugee

Brokenness

Brokenness

Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness
which holds the world together?
a crack that still holds parts?

Is it the brokenness that
unveils the Whole?
The imagined whole –
That never will be or
Maybe never was…

Even if the cracks give away –
Can broken pieces be
whole parts in themselves?
Or maybe broken parts
Will create a kaleidoscope

Sometimes I wonder
Is it the brokenness
that holds the world together?

What purpose does the Whole serve?
The Whole which excludes,
smugly nestled in itself
Till a crack breaks the egoistic shell
The Whole will never be a whole

Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness that
holds the world together?

Borders divide land and humans
But yet, when challenged
The humanity that rises,
Is often more than the sum
Of the broken souls

Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness that
that holds the world together?

To Gabo, With Love

When life turns mundane

And days repeat themselves

When people and their acts

Seem self-similar

I think of you, Gabo

I wait patiently

For magic to spring from reality

It does spring from Life

From the mundane

On dullest day

I step out to behold

The beautiful spring

A saddest day

Holds a surprise

Dreams I dare not

Yet they come true

The places I got kicked

Same places do spring tickles

Instead of me seeking beauty

Beauty seeks me

When the world tells me I am wrong

I wait in the dark hour

For the light and truth to appear

To liberate me

Gabo, thanks for teaching me

Teaching me to wait

To look for beauty in the decadence

To see life and hope spring

From unusual dark spaces

Thanks for bringing to us

The tale of Ship-Wrecked Sailor

And the woman who trained her dog

Trained it to visit her grave

For Hundred Years of Solitude

And Love at the Time of Cholera

For teaching me Love and Death

Mean the same

Thanks, dear Gabo

Old Kenilworth Hotel- a Curious Case of Heritage Demolition and Moral Decadence

Kolkata’s iconic and historic heritage hotel – Hotel Old Kenilworth is being demolished to make way for a new swanky destination. The hotel was enlisted as Grade -II heritage building in the municipal records so there was absolutely no scope of demolition. Apparently, the new owners of the property had applied for change in the status so the heritage building was downgraded to Grade-III building paving way for the demolition.

Human civilization seems to be great at making rules, just to bend them and undo them. The good old Physics law of Entropy seems to apply to human societal laws too. We just seem to be heading towards more and more disorder while seeking new order and form.

There is nothing wrong in seeking new form, new structures and development. But question is, at what cost? One cannot trade away history, legacy and even legal norms to move ahead. Here changing the heritage tag silently points towards moral decadence of the authorities. Were the city historians, heritage conservationists consulted before the committee made the decision?

As always, it is too late to ask questions and seek answers. The demolition is already underway and part of the building has turned into rubble.

Why Kolkata cannot be a historic city showcasing it’s troubled but glorious past through these iconic buildings? Why can’t these structures be conserved, restored? Why we must demolish the past to make way for the present and future?

Moreover, none of the iconic buildings are being replaced by architectural wonders. A thin tall skyscraper in a historic city just sticks out like an eye-sore in the landscape. Unfortunately, the Entropy – the disorder just goes on increasing. These actions cannot be reversed and I am afraid it will pave way for bending of more rules for the demolition of more heritage buildings.

Legacy

I stand tall

In the pages of history

And in city landmarks

You cannot ignore me

Because I thrive

Because I survive

Despite all odds

I linger

As a citadel

A memorial

A grave

Marking my presence

In Space and Time

You cannot

Wipe me

Forget me

Abhor me

Hate me

Because I tell a story

Of the Times gone by

Of our entwined histories

A Palace in Ruins

I saw this huge mansion lost among trees and roots growing through it couple of months ago. Yesterday, I had the opportunity to revisit it again.

Palace of Raja Subodh Mallick is in absolute decadence. Apart from some care takers, there is no sign of human existence though there is abundance of green life.

Is this how human existence going to end? It seems even our legacy cannot save us. Nothing can salvage us when our morals erode us. When right to title, profit and propriety becomes the ultimate goal, we turn a blind eye towards history, legacy and beauty.

Humanity

Humanity

I see humanity cuddled on footpath
Dehydrated in summers
Shivering in winters
Tattered and battered
Seeking shelters

Oh, humanity, what a tender child
Staring with wide eyes!
Or at times a wrinkled face
With toothless grin
At times, a young girl
Bold and vulnerable

As we drive away
Avoiding the eye
And the sympathy
Humanity stares boldly
And walks away

We have our battles to wage
Days to face
And a future to create
Humanity has no place in it
We have learnt to look away

And Humanity?
Round the corner
Evil finds her and
scoops her in its arms
For it’s victory dance

We did not save her
Yet we lament
Triumph of evil
And death of Humanity

Evil did not kill humanity
It was our collective apathy!
We held on to our survival
While our soul was killed!

Moral Decadence in the Era of Development

Kolkata flyover collapse is no longer a leading headline in the media even though it has changed many lives forever. The present headline is Panama Papers Leaks. Heads have already started rolling with Prime Minster of Iceland resigning yesterday in the wake of the scandal. Then there are many more scandals, conflicts, scams which are vying for space in the media. Somewhere all these negative realities are pointing towards humanity’s biggest decadence over years – which is moral decadence. 89022042_fc454e7b-279e-4218-b2cb-e0ee88043527

It is ironical, technologically we are evolving so fast that we are unable to keep pace but yet we choose to look away from long term good progress for all for a smaller short term immoral gain for few. How much and how long are we going to take things for granted? Some day there would be an implosion and maybe that time has arrived. We have to face consequences of being passive weak observers and letting handful corrupt people control our lives.

Global implications of Panama papers leak seem to be immense. When political leaders start looking for tax havens, then no one can save those countries and their citizens. Yes, it all gets blurred with time. Maybe the headlines will change soon but lives that have been impacted will bear the brunt and consequences for generations.

It is painful to read stories of people crushed by the flyover. Who is accountable? All fingers are pointing at each other and others, no one is willing to take onus or trying to introspect. There is no talk of safety measures and absolutely no accountability what so ever. Is this how it ends? Crushed under its own debris of development, will humanity end in a painful suffocation? Wait, thanks to all entertainment/social media which acts as a morphine there won’t be much pain either. Capitalism will crush us slowly, leisurely yet completely.

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