Ishwar Chandra ‘Vidyasagar’ Bandyopadhyay had his share of fame during his time. He still is a revered name in Bengal (a bridge, a university, a city college after his name apart from many minor references), though not quite known at the national level. We don’t have a holiday declared on his birthday, or much of a noticeable stake of his biography on children’s textbooks nowadays – proving his posthumous heydays as a luminary are fading 125Y after his death. My picture of him remains a 2-pg capsule on him which served to glorify him and motivate tender minds to feel inspired. It met a purpose or two and was prescribed timely. However it was too little in dosage and too childish in quality – either in authenticity or in the objectiveness of portrayal of a human character. When I grew up to an age when I could truly appreciate a man, he was already off my textbooks. Continue reading “Vidyasagar”

40: high to try

Rolling Stones cut “Forty licks” to celebrate 4 decades of their career. Celebs brag “life begins at forty” to break the uneasy ice of age, “naughty forty” to emphasize that it’s not that loose a body. Is age just a number? If so, there must be something uncanny about 40. End of youth? Middle age? Choice between grey or bald? Health toll? Diet control, spectacles, repentance, disillusionment? At first I was jotting down loosely on the questions that spin in my head. Later I found a pattern, a clustering around death. [Info: I read a few days back on how Mendeleev found the Periodic Table in his dreams.] Continue reading “40: high to try”

The art of over-rated living – Planning

Planning is a platform shared by saints and sinners, theists and atheists as all strive for a common goal named ‘achievements’. Earlier we had planning commissions to chalk out 5Y plans for the nation. Predators plan their prey; enemies plan their next ploy; players plan their strategy; aspirants plan their career. We plan our days, some plan nights too. Continue reading “The art of over-rated living – Planning”

Monday blues – “With a little help from my friends”

I love those quotes and songs on friendship. How did I spend a decade without friends then? Of late it doesn’t rain on me when I walk on the street. It really doesn’t, even if I want to feel lighter in the rains. I ventured out in the open seeing a good, black cloud overcast and willingly forgot to take an umbrella. Still not a single drop fell on me. God hates me for disowning friends and showers no blessings on me. Continue reading “Monday blues – “With a little help from my friends””

Gulliver lands in Lilliput to collect miracles

Inculcate: A glass wall in the office had a sticker on it saying “We don’t count on miracles; we make them”. It was strategically placed to induce cheer in the employees for innovation at workplace. I was resolute to stay me and not them – never lived up to the slogan in that job (or any of the succeeding ones). I ignored the writing on the wall; they were early signs of my crash-landing. A sticker, even after being rubbed off for 4 long years, failed to light my fire. My tryst with miracles continued with a pinch of salt. Continue reading “Gulliver lands in Lilliput to collect miracles”

Ratnakar, a hell to heaven journey

Hero: Ratnakar – profession: a dacoit cum killer – challenge: Narad – warning: retribution for sins – excuse: financially dependent family – deal-stealer: parents-wife-kids approve fruits of sin but deny shares of sin – disillusionment: leave home – surrender: to Narad – meditation, Ma-Ra-Ma-Ra-… – anthill – attainment: salvation – rechristening: Sage Valmiki – author: Ramayana. That’s the story. It’s one of the most fascinating stories I’ve heard in childhood. It has been haunting me for maybe 3 decades now. Continue reading “Ratnakar, a hell to heaven journey”

Green stands for prosperity

You were “Born on the Bayou”, didn’t see much current around you while growing up. Your father could spend just enough to bring you up. One fine day you hold a ticket to opulence. The craving is always fluid and the concentration imbalance of money is huge between the two sides – in short the stage is all set for a breakneck osmotic ride except a push to soften the membrane into a semi-permeable state. The push may be a lottery win or a God particle or an easier route called a software job. You focus too hard on the primary object of interest and everything else around goes blurred. In this ride to the mountain top, you may not have the luxury of appreciating a rainbow. However, the green brigade sitting on the other side has picky old-timers. The true blue greens expect rookies like you to have at least some flavors, if not a fully inherited class. These greens may be horsing around there for generations. They screen new entrants, failing which you’ll be financially fit but socially unfit (not a premium membership status). The power trio of ‘flat-car-marriage’ (3 symbols of a civil and settled Indian) is a gate-pass and the romance ends there. If you yearn to be in a ‘society’ with them, you better get trained. These are the short cuts to pass the acceptance criteria alongside money. With no time to evolve, take to adapting. Continue reading “Green stands for prosperity”