Friday, 11 April 2014
Monday, 11 March 2013
Sunday, 2 September 2012
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Somewhere I read; some wise guy drew conclusion after discussing a lot about human faith and dependence on God; that man created the God! My poor memory does not help me to recapitulate his whole narration but this, his last sentence cast a permanent impression even in my dull brain. In fact history suggests since ancient times where ever human civilization developed in whichever form, they had their own God. Chinese had their own; so the Mayas or Aztecs ;despite of their civilization proliferated on either side of Pacific!
In fact , in the initial stages of civilization mankind felt quite unsecured and vulnerable before wild animals and natural calamities. To hunt or fight they needed strength; that was physical and to brave flood or thunder storm they needed stamina; that was mental. For both they looked for placebo and that was God.
Well; I don’t want to be dragged into the charge of blasphemy; after all the God is great to provide us unique elixir in terms of ‘hope’. And that helps us to endure with patience, tolerance through ups and downs of life. Though the basic formula of living life is ‘ trust in God but keep your powder dry’. With absolute faith in God no one could ever survive without appropriate protective measures. You are sick; suffering from tuberculosis. Without antibiotic no God can pull you out from clutches of death. But with antibiotic and faith in God can hasten your recovery as you have more mental strength with your faith.
(pic of Indo-Greek God)
Now; as the title of this article suggests, the god and urban middle class; what is the conjunction! In fact; in our urban or metro societies we find many people who can be branded as ‘God fearing’. They go to temple regularly. offer their obeisance or ‘puja’; draw a ‘Tilak’ on their temple and attend their trade or calling. Like me , there must be many of you surprised seeing optimum corrupt officials or businessmen being so ‘ god fearing’. In their offices the picture of some ‘god or goddess’ hung on the wall, incense sticks are burnt emitting a holy smell all around; and the man within is just waiting like hawk for a vulnerable pray. For him the god is their to keep steady supply of his visitors who would readily grease his palm or give in to his wants. Go to any Police station to verify this or for a change you may visit income or sales tax offices too. God is every where.
Saturday, 2 June 2012
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
I was just transferred to that small district town. As a bachelor I found it was difficult for me to get a modest accommodation on rent. My colleges were all quite supportive, promised to find out one. But even after a month they too failed to find a hovel for their young boss. Their hesitation to disclose the reason for the failure of their sincere mission turned me bit curious. I asked Burrababu , calling him into my chamber considering this would offer required confidentiality. Frankly disclosing uncomfortable situation with my purse after meeting the hotel bills for a whole month; I pleaded staying in hotel for discharging my duties would finally land bankrupt! Mind you; salary in 70s with government job was not so lucrative. Burrababu understood my point; then submitted prudently that as a eligible bachelor I am not eligible for accommodation on rent from any good Samaritan. Just think my plight!
Getting married was a long drawn process as far as arranged marriages are concerned. The same is true even today. Thank God! Most of the parents are relieved by their smart wards of this arduous task these days. So; for getting a rental accommodation to keep my body and soul together with meager salary, my aged widow mother volunteered for my rescue. The lady was Victorian in nature. As in those days, a Brahmin , widow lady used to be strictly vegetarian and people surrounding her should adhere to her own set rules and regulations. I her only son , was just the right humble subject. Burrababu immediately found one two bedroom sprawling single storied accommodation for her with a local Brahmin family. They too were apparently delighted finding a lady tenant with her bachelor boy.
Well the days there after become easy. At least at the end of the week I did not have to worry about the hotel bills. It even less the half I had spend for running my household with mother than what I was paying to hotel wallas. In six months I developed a rapport with my colleagues. They are happy with their less experienced, almost stupid boss who believed in them and accepted their bare lies as truth! However, I felt amused watching one lying before me in most amateurish posture.
Amongst them Ali, was different. The man was sincere and hard working. He was the only Muslim in that office and I found him bit lonesome. At times I used to call him in my chamber just for a chat. Found the man was a ardent reader and updated with all the recent developments Bengali literature. Interesting; our friendship crossed the barrier of men-officer fencing. Ali use to invite me to his house for dinner time and again. He was newly married and staying in nearby locality. I just casually use to not his invitation , never to accept it really. Neither, I ever gave a serious consideration to them. Ali became insistent; just to divert the direction; I told him ' I am you boss why don't you come to my place with your wife for dinner'. Ali readily agreed.
How stupid I was I tried to gauge in that evening when I was heading to my house. At the time of inviting Ali, it did not crossed my mind how my mother would see it! An all white, Brahmin widow traditionally would not cook or serve one who is not from here community. It was something like tapped in one's own trap. I surrendered to my mother. By then she developed good relation with Burrababu's family. She assured me the day Ali comes, she would go to Burrababu's house and be back after Ali's departure. Think my embarrassment. But I had confidence in Ali, consoled myself Ali would understand.
The next Sunday; I was getting ready to receive Ali; I already talked to local Hoteliers, who promised to protect my dignity and assured the best non-vegetarian lunch they would deliver at my door. I was surprised watch my mother was not in hurry to leave for Burarbabu's house. I reminded her, Ali was expected at any moment. She revolted and retorted back ' you want me to be out and you enjoy their company alone!'. I was shocked to hear her comments! Ali turned up with his wife ; they both were bright and wore a very smiling face. Perhaps my embarrassing look did not escape their notice; aging to my utter dismay they appeared to be more amused for my embarrassment. Then to my horror; my mother turned up. Ali's wife bent her and touched her feet in cent percent traditional Hindu style. My mother embraced her closed to her body and dragged her to her own room!
Ali stayed for the whole day. His wife took her afternoon nap sleeping beside my mother right on her bed. In the evening when they were about to leave, my mother started weeping for her incapability to cook non-vegetarian dishes for her daughter. I was perplexed!
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Sunday, 27 November 2011
He hasn't come out of shock, when just before he hits a curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel! The car negotiates the curve safely, and continues on the road to the next bend. The guy, now paralyzed in
terror, watches the same hand appearing every time they approach a curve and later moving the steering wheel just enough to get the car around each bend.
Finally, the guy sees some bright lights ahead. God!..... Gathering all his courage, he silently wrenches open the rear door of the slowly-moving car, scrambles out, and runs as hard as he can towards the lights. It's a small town.
He stumbles into a restuarant, and asks for a drink, and breaks down. Then he starts talking about the horrible experience he's just been through, to the people around.
There is dead silence in the restaurant when he stops talking ......... . .
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