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riddles...??

Why does the Nature unleash Her fury and unveil the miseries?
Who is the Omnipotent?Who makes us to cringe and we feel so defenseless at times?

What the heck Science do?And the Satellites?
What is there in literature while people remain illiterate mostly?

Why some kids tiff over the candyfloss
while some others ordeal is to fill their tummies?
What is there in the late-night jives
while the street children cannot sleep?
And their cries remain unheard,neglected?
Why the glittering sky-scrapers shine holding their heads
high while the thousands of shelter are inundated?

What is essential in the big-screen TV and MTV tantrums
while the house-hold maid is being raped?
Do the people elate when their leaders recriminate?
Why romance is ephemeral?And the twilight?
Why the guns are so immaculate?
And the brave hearts fight till kingdom comes?

Why my cigarette burns down so quickly?
And the thoughts...they die?


"There’s a big
a big hard sun
beating on the big people
in the big hard world"

Comments

dj said…
this is probarbly the best u hav written so far....mind boggling...silent genocides and bustling shopping malls are coming up side by side.the rich are thinking of ways to get richer and richer and...
wow!!now this post surely raises the bar and u must maintain it in ur next one...brilliant and again this is ur best...
"What is there in the late-night jives
while the street children cannot sleep?"...ask our cool dude ayan ghosh
"What is essential in the big-screen TV and MTV tantrums"..ask our lumpen-hero kunal panja...
June 12, 2009 at 8:50 AM
Shubhajit Saha said…
Lekhata pore akta gan er kayekta line mone pore galo-----
"Let us say goodbye to miseries..
If we all put away our guns..
If the rich walks with the poor men
Life's journey can be fine.."

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"What is there in the late-night jives
while the street children cannot sleep?"---Sotti..ei proshner uttor hoyto karor kachei nei.

Now what can i say about the author..?? The magic continues.. carry on pal..nothing more to say..
June 12, 2009 at 9:49 AM
AyAn! said…
wonderful man!!
warms the cockles of my heart.
@socialist dj-SOCIETY.thats how it is
people born with silver spoons in their mouth aint goin to sleep on the streets.Its just eyebrow raisin that the balance has gone alarmingly awry.

PS- am cool.but not a cool dude.
June 12, 2009 at 12:00 PM
dj said…
@ayan absolutely right..i was born with a silver spoon in my mouth..but that was my bad luck and i don't want to live like that..desperately trying to get out and i will...by the way,i had spent three nights in nonadanga slums and i kno how it feels to sleep in a mud hut(though i cud not do nething to change their deplorable conditions but i will definately try till my last breath)..so dude plz make sure wat u say abt me is true..don't lie man...neways,where's the party tonite???
June 12, 2009 at 12:59 PM
AyAn! said…
@dj you are not destitude.you do this by choice.the slum people have no choice..get the perspective?.I certainly wont sleep on the streets unless we all have to fight for chunks of meat out there.unless i am compelled to..whole life's a party.
June 12, 2009 at 1:14 PM
anindyo said…
Why my cigarette burns down so quickly?
And the thoughts...they die?


"There’s a big
a big hard sun
beating on the big people
in the big hard world"

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good post ...keep em coming ... :)
June 12, 2009 at 1:27 PM
Urchin said…
everythng is as there it is....we vl neva kno y?
June 12, 2009 at 1:36 PM
dj said…
everythng is as there it is and we all know why it is like this...we just pretend that we can't see nething and turn our heads away...we are all the same..typical middle-class..we must change..or else everything will remain as it is...
June 12, 2009 at 2:03 PM
dj said…
@ayan i don't want to sleep in a mud hut or streets...but i also don't want anyone to sleep there..
June 12, 2009 at 2:05 PM
SUTIRTHA said…
WHY????
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questions galore.........
no ans..............

grt composition mate
awsum
June 12, 2009 at 2:55 PM
SUTIRTHA said…
one more thin.............i guess the dp of my blog too reflcts wat u say :) :)
June 12, 2009 at 2:56 PM
Urchin said…
ha ha...rite rite...
u think it first nd then we follow...:)
June 12, 2009 at 3:02 PM
rimz said…
wonderful thought so nicely expressed..
so many questions creep in our minds ,yet so many remain unheard n unanswered.!!

especially d last part,....

"Why my cigarette burns down so quickly?
And the thoughts...they die?

There’s a big
a big hard sun
beating on the big people
in the big hard world"


it gives d proper touch n endin yet nevr endin feelin of ur unfathomable thots n feelings.


Its awesome..keep writing...:)
June 12, 2009 at 10:30 PM
Urchin said…
thank u so much...4 dropping a commnt....these r my bathroom thots...precisely....:)
June 12, 2009 at 11:46 PM
Preetha said…
If your bathroom thoughts r so beautiful,u shud probably remain there the whole day??
Excellently portrayed..
Every being has a job to do..n maybe we'll find out soon why we're here n maybe we'l get the answers to atleast some questions..
we won't get them if we dont try..
July 20, 2009 at 7:43 PM
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