With all my courage
I try to fathom
The depth of the abyss
At the bottom
Of it are
Broken mirror pieces
Reflecting
The fractured
Fragmented world
And me
Tag: art
An Ode to A Photographer
Photography is a rare art
Playing with omnipresent
Light and Time
Capturing moments
That transpire magically
Just like a sudden flight of a bird
Or deep pensive prayer of a saint
Or something unsettling
Or maybe deeply political
Just like a dying child staring
At an approaching vulture
These are moments of truth
That transcends Time
A photograph rarely lies
Unless of course it is doctored
To peddle a lie
Ever since it’s invention
There have been warriors
Going to the ends and the depth
To capture beauty and horror
Their gaze becomes
The gaze of the masses
That’s the magic
They turn you
Into them
The gaze changes places
You become the onlooker
Your silence becomes complicity
Life of a photographer
Isn’t an easy one
Trudging with the gears
They make the unseen
And unknown visible
They unravel the truth
That hides in the plain sight
Leaving us to wonder
How did we allow this to happen?
Are we going to do something?
Photographs have changed
The world history
But photographers carry
The burden of Sisyphus
They must push the boulders
And the borders again and again
They must teach
The blind populace to see
And behold the truth
And not turn a blind eye
Again and again
Photographers have turned
Cosmetic over ages
They just indulge in beauty
Safety and narcissism of it
Yet there came along
A rare tall one
With a discerning eye
And deep wisdom
Who could stop the world
With one single photograph
Using simple Light and Time
To paint the undeniable Truth
An ace visual storyteller
Holding the mirror to the world
Leaving for the future
Stories that are imprinted
By light on the frames of Time
And memory forever!!
PS: In remembrance of legendary Raghu Rai who passed on to another realm today
Success
Success is a mirage
A beautiful illusion
That everyone chases
It is intangible
But yet always measured
In tangible terms
Of money or assets
Or fame or infamy
Success is a strange mirage
It doesn’t guarantee
Happiness, peace or safety
Yet it is one of the most
Powerful driving forces
Driven strongly by
By the societal constructs
Or cultural norms
World’s most famous
Writers, poets, singers and artists
Who died dirt poor as failures
Are often remembered
Oxymoronically
As successful failures or vice versa
Success is a strange mirage
A milestone some never aspire to reach
Yet they remain successful
By defying all norms and constructs!!
Immortality
There are ways to live forever
Through your sheer talent
There are ways to be
Remembered fondly
By gently nudging the broken souls
Be it Van Gogh or Sylvia Plath
Or countless many more
Who struggled for existence
Struggled to pursue their passion
They died as mere beings
Unrecognised mortals
But lived forever
As Immortals…
Time truly
Is a game changer
The more you
Try to hold on to it
The more quickly it slips away
And then without
Your knowledge or approval
It makes you live forever
As immortals…
Condemned to be
As per everyone’s
Imagination and perception!!
Irony
I became you
And you became them
All boundaries blurred
Between predators and preys
Every role flipped
In a role reversal
Victims turned into proud bullies
Preying upon helpless victims
Me, you, us and them
We keep changing our roles
Going in circles
Irony itself has become ironical
Like never before
I has been replaced by AI
Human by machines
Humans have turned into
Well dressed mannequins
Frozen like zombies
Doom scrolling away
Devouring themselves
Life has turned into monstrous death
In the finest of all role reversal
They feel most alive
When they kill
A movie showing severed flying head
Gets all the screens
While life affirming Space film
Finds hardly a space
Addiction to violence!
Ironically life always wins
Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Didn’t change anything
Cherry blossoms do bloom
And paper cranes are still a craze
Ironically the victim nation
Never built the bomb
It ended the cycles
Of trauma and violence
But the bully nation
That built and used it
Is back with the same flex
Ironically bullies often
Call themselves victims
What scares them?
Addicted to violence and power
They refuse to give up
Their carnal desires
While Artemis II is on its way
To the darker side of the moon
Humanity has plunged
The planet Earth
Into one of its darkest phase
How diabolical
And Ironical!
A Poem a Day
It is a good way of beginning
The ‘Cruelest Month’ of the year
A poem a day!
How else would one survive?
The daily calamities, killings
And mournings
The sense of worse times ahead
For Entropy always wins
The beautiful flower of yesterday
Is wilted, fallen and forgotten
Just realised I did see the Halley’s Comet
And then came the afterthought
I won’t ever be seeing it again!
It will come irrespective of everything
As sun beckons it every 75 years
Plants thrive on sunlight
Maybe they bloom flowers
For the Sun!!
A return gift maybe
For all the free glorious light
Plants know gratitude
While we seem to thrive
On regret, hate and revenge!
#GloPoWriMo
Inevitably Inevitable
Neither birth is our choice
Nor is the death
They are all accidents
Intentional or Unintentional
Serendipitous it is
Two brothers losing life together
In a car, perhaps they loved
Driving towards a destination
They never reached
A mother died while making
Her final cuppa of tea
Which perhaps she
Never got a chance to sip
A father too died years ago
While waiting for his evening tea
Which he too never got a chance to sip
It all happens in a fraction of a second
That’s all it takes to breathe in first time
Or to exhale for the last time
I hear a piercing wail of a new born
Perhaps still missing
The safe cuccoon of the womb
I hear the lament of an adult
Watching his mother’s hearse
And then we get the news of passing
Of young footballers who faced odds
But with talent that got recognised
They could afford a Lamborghini
Whose tires unfortunately gave up
Just like both the engines
Of that ill fated aircraft
Which crashed not too long ago
On the roof of a medical college
Whose students deaths
Never got counted
Just like the deaths of innocents
Which have fatigued and numbed the world
Does million have an extra zero?
We no longer count
The unaccountables
We know and accept
Death as fate
Inevitably Inevitable
It all depends on the moment (and nation)
Where you are born
Or destined to be
Or the place you are going to
Or where you are coming from
I see the news of a white student passing
In a white rich country
While looking for that dear Asian kid
Who died while trying to beat
The unprecedented heat
A river waves took him away
Then they tell me of passing
Of someone whose lungs gave away
Who chose cigarettes over his odds
We all are the risk takers
Our births are risks
Life is a risk
And so is our fight for it
And against it
Without choice we are here
Living, breathing it all in
The foul rotting smell
Fills our nostrils
Along with wafts of fresh fragrances
Of the new bloom
That’s how it is perhaps
Inevitably Inevitable
Both Life and death
A fraction of a second
A breath separating the two
A fraction of a second
It takes for the bombs to explode
Or a sniper to shoot
Those ill-fated hungry children
Who didn’t choose to be born
On that ill-fated land
Whose fate was decided
In the name of the imagined god
Gods who are yet to prove their existence
Do show up for these births and deaths
Between blessing little ones
In the name of God
And absolving the dead of their sins
The priests of the land thrive
While labs toil away
For that perfect elixir
To save us from ageing
And dying
An actress too died
While trying to be
Young and relevant
In a show business
How bizzare it is
How inevitably Inevitable
It all seems to be
Living ones getting on with it .
Winging it with AI, drones,
Botox and meditation
Adding new iterations
All in a circle
Of life and death
I stare at my nearly dead plant
Hit by the morning newspaper missile
Symbolic isn’t it?
The newspaper that carries
The news of death, wars and funerals
Nearly killed my plant
Inevitably Inevitable
Accident it is all…
We still cannot fully comprehend
That one grand design accident – Big bang
And then how down the line
Intelligently stupid
Life evolved
On this blue planet in the universe
A life that tries to comprehend itself
And has also turned upon itself
In a suicidal self sabotage
Inevitably Inevitable?
The rigged game goes on
So does poetry…

Departures

Only regret stays
If only…
What if…
Just like
Driftwood in rapids
People drift away
Some choose
For some
It’s not a choice
Time stands still
With moments lived
And unlived
Departures
Without goodbyes
Are the toughest
The Blue Print
I see confident people around me
Who have figured it all out
Life’s bucket and checklist
The job, insurance, taxes, savings
First home, second home
Third getaway home maybe
The blueprint clear in their heads
There would be assets, things
And family playing their perfect parts
A big happy picture on the wall of life
They know they will get nice funerals
Maybe memorials, epitaphs too
I see all kinds of people around me
Well, who seem to have
Figured it all out
Their days line up
In a disciplined manner
One following the next
Smart alecs – they know
How to cease the moment
They know their politics too
They know whom to hate
Whom to other, games to play
All rules of the game
But then they can’t imagine
Others imperfect lives
With mouths to be fed, roofs to be fixed
Neither do they realise
Beauty and Fragility of life
Stupidity of their whole game
Modern Sisyphus seems happy
Happy to be a smiling cog in the wheel
Turning and turning, without the toil
I see people pretend
They have figured it all out
Even as their world falls apart
They can’t imagine
Someone’s home being razed
Children being killed and maimed
Chaos only comes home
When their lives get disrupted
And the grand plan derails
Like natural cycles
Disasters seem to have a purpose
To restore our hopes, dreams and ideals
It takes an effort to live and love
We somehow miss this simple fact
Till our homes become empty cages
I see people around me
Who seem to have all figured out
Their todays, tomorrows and dayafters
Except for the bits which need love
Compassion and understanding
Except for the fixing, we know everything!
Then the cycle repeats
With fresh blue prints
Which erases yours and mine!
2034 – A Play Rooted in Dystopian Present and Future
Couple of years ago, I had taken a years break from work. I did many things which I wouldn’t have had liberty to do as a full time working teacher. One of things was – a week long course on History Of Indian Science hosted by Asiatic Society. Icing of the course (cake) was the grand finale – a theatre group called Mukhosh presented an anti-Superstition play – ‘Uncertainty of Principles’ ( ‘https://maddecadence.wordpress.com/2019/04/29/uncertainty-of-principles-a-brilliant-play-on-conflict-between-science-and-superstition/) in the historic auditorium of Asiatic Society. That’s when I first saw scientist duo Dr. Ayan Banerjee and Dr. Anindita Bhadra with their family on stage calling out superstition and astrologers through their brilliant play.
Having been a fan of playwrights like Brecht whose famous play on Galileo still gives me goosebumps, I felt a great sense of relief to see scientists reaching out to society to spread awareness, to open their blindfolds which has been put cunningly by those in power. That play was a grim reminder of work and sacrifice of stalwarts like Dr. Narendra Dabholkar and many others.
While there are quite a few professional theatre groups in Kolkata who are putting up incredibly brave shows to call out fascism, autocracy, highly critical of state and central governments but what makes Mukhosh a little different is that it is literally a small home grown theatre group, none of them are professional theatre persons but are rather well established names in their scientific academic circles and they really don’t have to do anything additional for the society – as we are often led to believe that scientific contribution is one of the most gratifying one to the society.
But we often ignore that modern scientists rarely dare to call out societal, religious and political wrongs like their glorious predecessors – Copernicus, Galileo and many others (whom they admire) did, as much is often at stake. Prof. Ayan Banerjee, Dr. Anindita Bhadra are carrying forward the brave legacy by staging dystopian truth as a dark comedy and making a call for scientific rationality of thought and action.
Their second play 2034 which was staged yesterday at Academy of Fine Arts on the eve of the anniversary of their theatre venture is truly a commentary on dystopian current times. Though the play backdrop is set for the year 2034, but I guess realities have accelerated fast beyond the expectation of the playwright.
It is a brilliantly scripted play about how an innocent magician couple’s famous stage act becomes their Achilles heel and they end up behind bars, framed to be anti-nationals by the fearful fascist government in power. I don’t want to give away the script but the way play unfolds as yet another show of the magician while breaking the fourth wall – involving the audience and ending in similar manner is quite innovative and engaging – making audience feel complicit and victim at the same time. It blurs the line between precarious predicament of protagonist and audience. Also, it ends on a mixed note as baton by legacy is passed on to the younger generation who are left to fend for themselves as society abandons them but the seed of creativity instilled by their parents holds a promise.
2034 addresses the important question as well – who are fearful ones here? We, the people of the government or is it really the other way around? Do fascists do what they do out of sheer mental fear psychosis – a fear of being called out and voted out of power? Are they so fearful that they wish to imprison any innocent who they feel is an perceptive, rational, gifted, thinking individual who can unmask their sinister blueprint? It also depicts how fear psychosis percolates when even neighbours, co-workers refuse to stand with the victims as media descends to hound them for the truth which has already been cleverly buried!
Kudos to Mukhosh, Ayan Banerjee, Anindita Bhadra and their family members for not fretting from holding the mirror to current times and calling out that ’emperor is truly naked and fearful’. Unfortunately, it is the audience/people of the republic which has been cleverly blinded.
Certain parts of the play did seem slow but I guess it was deliberate to build up the momentum for the end. Auditorium sound system needs a revamp. Academy of Fine Arts is undergoing renovations so one can hope they will improve infrastructure of the theatre as well.
Also, it was heartening to see many scientists and research scholars coming together to watch the play on a rainy saturday afternoon.
Looking forward for more such plays. These efforts truly are like proverbial straws of hope or silver linings – much required during current dark times which I guess will only become worse in future if we don’t act now.










