Sunday, January 25, 2009

Strange Times

I have seen strange times. Times when everything was too normal to breathe. My family was at peace. Exams, presentations and term papers keeping us fussed and frustrated. The yearly spring was in the breeze, especially in the campus of Jadavpur University where every March the grass is soft (without ants), the sky is a violent shade of ultramarine blue and the breeze too seductive to resist.

By strange I mean normal.
Always!!
Err…
No...
I guess… sometimes…
There is an unimaginable pleasure in believing that I’m mad. Whimsical. Totally. Good-natured. But essentially crazy. May be its because of my irritating habit of escaping responsibilities. Never know. But all the same, loneliness comes as an indispensable corollary to business. And madness. And so it came. Tiptoed. Through Literature and the Other Arts. Through the Book Fair. Through regular visits to the Film Studies Department for the term papers. Through Hiroshima Mon Amour. Through Valentines Day. Through Sanskriti. Through the fossils of a yellow rose. Through Oresteia.

There were only two alternatives to escape. Hugging the pillow. And not awaiting those goddammit missed calls. I chose the first. Way lot easier an option.
I prefer easier things to effective ones.
Always!!

Err…
No… I mean, most of the time.

I’m not good at telling stories. But then, good for me. Everyone is interested only in reality. Or Art. And of course there are people who claim to write about Art and then give us the same old utterly personal hotchpotch. I don’t care. I look for stories. In reality. In Art. In life. But I have seen strange times. Times when love was just a fact. Kissing, formality. Touches, habit. Literature, duty. Family, pretentious smiles. And life had come to a stalemate.

By strange, I tend to mean normal… just tend to. But then, what is normal anyway?

9 comments:

  1. Porlam.
    I mean porar somoy kore uthte parlam sheshporjonto. Kintu comment korar somoy nei re! Pore korbo.

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  2. bhalo likhechis.nijeke 2-3 bar bhalo kore jhakiye jhakiye nijer bhetore nijeke khojbar chesta korechis mone holo.jodio sesh porjonot dekha jacche fail korechis.coz question mark die sesh korli to.......jai hok never ending process jodio to cholche cholbe.....book fair sanskriti egulo ki kore lonliness r vector hoi??bujhlam na....r normal ki janis na.......chi chi....re ekta liner upor perpendicular re..90 degree kore thake.soja jinis.[:P]

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  3. @Nachiketa: aschojjo manush bote!!! comment na korar jonne comment kore...
    :x

    @Srijit: association gulo personal. tai book fair-e loneliness-e ato obak hobar kichhu achhe ki? guess not.
    tor kachhe ja normal, amar kachhe ba onno karor kachhe normality-r defition bujhi ekkebare ek-i thakbe? normal probability curve ta khub rough measurement. two or more steps away from reality.
    :)

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  4. "There were only two alternatives to escape."

    সত্যিই কি তাই ছিল?
    Alternative dutoke ki alada kora jay? Opekkha kora, asha kora egulor haat theke palabo bollei ki palano jay!

    Jotoi boli asha kore ato dukkho pai, jotoi bhabi ar expect korbo na... Mohapurush to noi! Tahole hoyto 'মা ফলেষু কদাচন' mogojostho korar pashapashi hridoyostho-o kore feltam.

    Mon jinishta boroi odbhut!
    Jegulo paowar jonye chhotphot kore segulo peyeo shanti pay na! Tokhon chay setake abar nijer moto kore sajiye nite. Ar na parlei... Mukhbhaar!
    :)


    "Strange Times". Onek kichhu upolobdhi hoy, besh gyani gyani lage nijeke!
    :)

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  5. bah comment ta pore tr besh joleche mone hocche.....ei to tui to normal.....natural reaction...khub shundor..bujhle bandor....:x

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  6. We can enjoy lonliness sometimes, when it is called melancholy. But as it becomes a daily work and turns into depression we just want to run away of it. Everything seems intolerably normal and a new search begins. Search for something that is normal but not in the usual way, something which is two steps away from reality.

    It's very personal so not easy to explain it to others. That's why we're not good at telling story of our own feelings.


    Sometimes go insane to escape the relity. It feels good because it feels stupid.
    :)

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  7. Stumbled onto your blog. Adding you to my blogroll.
    P.S. Didn't know you write poetry. :)

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  8. tui added-i achhis amar list-e. write something for GLASS. its starving.
    :)

    i write any sort of crap that one can imagine... :P

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  9. ei post ta te age comment kori ni...sory for dat.

    normal and abnormal, or strange..is there much difference..?

    :)

    guess not...wel ur writng is a very good example....i luvd the normality in the strangeness and the strangeness in normality... :)

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