Saturday, March 28, 2015

When I felt love

I never asked you…
Neither had you told me
When it started
We were unaware
And it touched us … both
In an oblivious moment
The nights never seemed so bright
The days were never so dark before !
The sun appeared to lose its shine
And the moon
Started giving burns
Then one day we came to know
Cupid did not leave us too.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

On my death


I was waiting for the sun
To rise
And fill my eyes with the light of Thee…
I was waiting for the wind
To flow
Trough the narrow duct into my body…
I was waiting for the rain
To drizzle
And pour the chain of pure water over my pale body…
They did not come
To sanctify my emancipated spirit…
I protested, whinged and cried with despair!!
I looked up to Thee,
Then I heard, as Chi whispered into my ears…
I never liked the sun
As it burnt my silky skin,
I was never fond of the wind
As it dishevelled the tresses of my love
I hated the rain most
As it made my clothes wet and grubby…

So they did not come
To join in my ultimate voyage
I died yesterday night,
And still lying in that gorgeous lawn
Of my earthly abode …
And I wished someone would cry
At least…
On my death!!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Venomous Air

"Sir... he is in ICCU... his face is bleeding... broken glasses pierced his face... cut everywhere...", I could hear grief, worry, nervousness everything in Mrs. Sharma's voice. Why not, her only son Swagat was fighting with death at that moment inside that AC cooled sophisticated ICCU at a gorgeous nursing home in Dibrugarh.
"Who drove the car ?" , I asked.
"... the boy studies in Bangalore. They were on the Tinsukia - Digboi highway." She answered with a sodden voice.
I did not ask anything more than just asking for her son's speedy recovery.
Another dreadful road accident. Swagat's friend told me, he along with his friends were drunk at that time along with his other three friends, who did not receive much of the damage!
At class 12... isn't it too early for a boy.. may be girl, like them to own a high cc bike or four wheeler driving license ? Or, .. have the wine glass or a cigarette in their hand. This is the age when they become eager to experiment with their physical changes as well! Police ?? Oh... they create problems rather than solving them. One of my students told me that getting fake birth certificate to obtain the driving license is much easier in the town.
Somebody would say.. "mothers should be careful". Why spare the 'father' ? It is rightly said, "Dad is the first super hero of a boy and first love of a girl child".
Now being the father of a male child, I am literally worried to see the nature of the "current generation." (can anyone define it ?)  
Through out the ages the so called "current generation" is misled, hoodwinked, confused, baffled a bit. They are in search of something, which they themselves are unaware of. They want themselves to be seen as 'someone' special... and with this intention in mind they do not hesitate to push themselves too far... ! They put themselves in the face of danger, shame, embarrassment and humiliation to fulfill their untold desires.
HEY, MY DEAR CHILDREN, please do not waste and destroy your youthfulness; the energy, vigour, liveliness of teenage. Rather, you use it as the ladder to make smooth transition to your adulthood. You will face a more vicious, competitive, repulsive world ahead... it is sure. So go forward with a strong mind and body. Be happy and make everyone around you even happier.

And for me.. Yes, I am worried... for you, for your parents, for the nation and at last for my little son.

(Based on true incident. Name of person's have been changed. The boy had accident yesterday. By now he is out of danger.)

Monday, November 29, 2010

Tuning the Verve

It was a holiday, in the month of August, my adorable wife had been cleaning my stuff in my study room. It was quite hot outside... and inside as well!
"You cannot keep your books and papers properly." I preferred to maintain silence. This is one of the collection of quotations that I have been hearing since my childhood. It is true that I have ( a male habit! ) this habit of keeping my belongings messily all over my work place. And, of course, if someone arranges these, it is sure, I am going to lose certain things!
"You do not help me at all... ", yeahh! That is a common complaint of all the wives on the earth. I quietly followed all her instructions to clean up the room. My guitar, has become adult this year in the previous month. It was covered all over by dust. Cobwebs were hung there like garlands on the statue of a great leader! I still remember crying for it to my mother after passing out my class twelve examination. As I touched it with my pinky, some good memories of my college days ran through my spine! I performed on many stages with this and received applause! With it, I passed many happy and, obviously, certain tragic moments as well. It was my best friend once upon a time till I got hold of my first desktop. I changed my friend.. and since last four to five years it has been lying there in a corner of my room like an unwanted guest. I was becoming so mechanical!! The sounds of DO RE ME PA... was tinkling somewhere in my ears, .. slowly diminishing.. going away from my reach. 
I saw my fingertip covered with dust.. from my old friend. The portion, I touched was shining like the pale skin of an old lady. Yes, I could see wrinkles over her body...! She has become 18 years old... the age, which might make a cute girl beautiful like an angel was too much for her life-less body!
"Wait .. ", I told my wife.. "I will clean her".
"HER??", she shouted.. "Yes... I should clean her", I smiled by pointing at the guitar. 
"Ohh... ok! it is good, do it." She smiled too!
I brought a towel and wiped the guitar .. very softly, removing the dust and dirt. She looked quite younger by then! I saw she was as beautiful as ever...! I moved my fingers over her metallic tresses... she was ready to weave the music again. And I too...
"Need to tune up my life again..."

Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Unfinished Journey

It was the year 1997... long 13 years back. I recorded my first song at a sophisticated audio studio in Guwahati. My plan was to give the song for the Doordarshan programme "Sursangam". Mr. Sadananda Gogoi was the producer of the programme. He asked me for the song at the earliest as the recording for the next 4 episodes, may be the last four, was scheduled to be done in the very next week in various places of Shillong and Guwahati.
When I entered the studio my watch showed me 10 pm. Some recording was still going on. My music composer, Rajib, his brother and I had to wait for another 1 hour or 2 in the lobby of the studio. Finally we got the time at around 12 at mid night. I had been dozing a bit and a bit nervous too... However, my voice dubbing was over in a single take. The sound engineer was surprised as he told me that he never saw a new artist completing voice dubbing in a single take. Those were quite encouraging words at that time for a new comer like me. Audio track mixing and editing took another one hour. and finally by 2 am it was over.

I gave the copy of the song to the producer . On the day of video recording he himself along with his renown wife Anisha Sarma took me to the spot where the video was scheduled to be shoot. I still remember my first make up (hope.. not the last!) in a video shoot. Video of 2-3 songs of different artists were to be recorded. A large gathering surrounded us! Lip synch'ing was little difficult for me in first 2 - 3 attempts. Anyway I had a cute girl dancing in my song. Oh.. not with me! Of course, I also danced (all alone!) but it was removed from the video later on. It was telecast after about 2 months by Doordarshan, Guwahati.
That was my first video I acted on and a large audience zoomed up at me! Never wished to stop that journey, lets see..!