Slaves.........How long???

Bang…Boom…..gun shots could be heard from various directions….tanks firing shells….fighters jets landing deaths …….and we are the soldiers of fortune……we are in a state of war……with blood defining the colour of river…and black is what we get to wear.

This is an actual, intentional and widespread armed conflict between the mortals and omniscient. The mere threat of war and the presence of mutual disdain between them do not suffice as indicators of war. The conflict of arms should be actual and not merely latent to fight on. What a battle to be won which starts when the child is born as we open our eyes to the day it gets closed. But human never gave up and probably will never give up.

Well… The onset of war requires a conscious commitment, and a significant mobilization, on the part of the belligerents in question. There's no real war, so to speak, until the fighters intend to go to war and until they do so with a heavy quantum of force. Realism is a complex and often sophisticated doctrine; its core propositions express a strong suspicion about applying moral concepts, like justice, to the conduct of factual affairs. And even with all the forces joined we will still succumb to the imminent adversaries. We know it….. Still we try to overcome the inevitable. Can we???

But it seems at least obvious that a divine infinite being conceived of as necessary infinitely knowledgeable would also know how? A finite person dying feels like as He would have access to all knowledge including the obvious experiences of the dying human. If man is truly free to choose between different alternatives, it is very difficult to understand how He could know in advance which way he will choose. We are ready…. So come on board as we need a lot of soldiers… As time, though has never been defeated but…… Probably someday we can… we might…and we will.

In Love with a Whore.....

Today, this is my offering to show my respect and gratitude towards a whore, who has been defying the very existence of such genre. “She”….. She has the power to accept every single individual who just have to act as her customer. They can be a fair skinned filth or a dark skin saint. They can be a white collared monster or a blue coloured saviour. It is “she” who welcomes and broadcasts all are welcome to enjoy the pleasure of her lap. All are welcome to facilitate the sweat on her lips and the warmth between her thighs. And she has the power to take it all. She for ages is the shelter of desires, in which we are all captives.

On this day, I proudly confess, that I’m in love. I’m in love with this woman. I can sense, she is the one for whom I can bleed. She is the one for whom I can draw my first blood. In her name my heart snivel. In her name, my tears flow down my cheeks. And if you can read my tears, you can see her portrait, serene and calm. You will be able to feel her divinity, her eternity. It is because of her I’ve tasted my youth my life. The ever increasing debts never seems to stops, as my hungers grows to void in. I seek the path to thank her for her unconditional love. As she stands tall for her unnamed duty towards the trivial who never sensed the necessity of understanding her. She screams under the dark night and smiles in the morning. And yes, I’m proud of being in love with such a whore who does not fashion to void her stomach or her earthly pleasures but for our never satisfying demands. This puts me under an obligation and imprisonment behind the bars of romance, culture and humanity. I bow down to her, for she is my home, my city Kolkata.

Discrepancy of Evolution

And so we talked all night under the dark sky with the stars peeping into our weightless conversation…. We talked of our future, where we gonna be….I kept on bolstering myself that times will never change and it will always be the same….alas!! The reason only why can I shore up the thoughts….

The moments, the days, the nights we spent together will never come back ….and we’ll no more be hanging out as we chose (flown to) different tracks…..now that big jobs and big money makes the cut ….if we look back …will our jokes still be funny??? It was the time when breaking the rule was the unofficial hostel rule…. It was the time when we need to be late as the morning bell rung….the time when the mugs and glasses were made empty in a smoky room…the moments of laughter and smiles bottled through….

In a moment we were Keats, Frost, Shelly and Zidane, Beckham, Figo on the other… and sometimes we were Marlon Brando, Al Pacino … sometimes we were Mithun and Akshay….. And at times we were the squeaky philosophers clustering about life and suddenly we were zooming into feminine fantasies….oh hell the guitars and drums to harmonium and tabla….head banging with Guns n Roses and Iron Maiden to weepy Tagore…..not to mention the evergreen complains against the mess and the mush…. When the masks fell we were same old friends again…pinching, taunting, fighting and tickling……

Where have our night long movie sessions gone?? Where have our dizzy mornings gone?? Where has our eleventh hour management for the semesters gone?? Desks are converted to tables….T-shirts and jeans has been replaced by formal trousers and tie…cello maxwriter has been replaced by parker…… traveling without ticket in general compartment has modified to AC two tiers and flights and in most advertency laughter into busy disambiguating the slavery…

Now that we have turned into women and men shall the shadow of the past follow us around….shall the memories fade away as we leave for the crown?????