Poetry by Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Leaving the IT Dream....

Long back, when I was in Cognant & was in the middle of one of those days, when I had not done anything remotely technical (don't confuse technical with mechanical reproduction of work), I would plan this entire piece of writing. I had planned so many things to write. Things about Cognant, things about NANO (:P) or things about DW Kol as a whole. I always targeted this piece of blog as my way of venting all my 26 months of frustrations. But now it is in front of me. This coveted piece of writing which I wished to pen down some day(since writing this implied I am flying away from IT to PhD) lay bare in front of me. But it seems my memories are failing me or I have mellowed down a lot, since all those frustrations are nowhere to seen & I am beaming with energy to face the toughest challenge of my life.

So the first thing that needs to be addressed here is "How do I define my IT dream?" A simple(not so simple for the DW Kol Cognant juniors) one word is the answer. ONSITE. At least, I can vouch for the fact that most of my DW batch mates would not differ from me on this count. Things like learning a cutting-edge technology, or developing an answer to a really challenging problem always takes a back-seat over here. But we were expected to do that only. As a senior once rebuked me and I quote his exact words "I do not expect you to overcome any technical challenges". I still wonder whether this was a singular or a plural "you" which included "me".

Enough of plurals! Now its time to get personal. When I look back at my 20 months stint with Cognant, I sometimes question myself about the inanity of the tenure. Except the financial support(which made sure I can apply with MY money), I guess, I got nothing else. These few months really showed me the potential of not working smart & succeed. If someone thinks I am cribbing, then she is wrong. No! I am not complaining. Remember, I do not have any one to complain, but through this I am venting out my frustrations, which otherwise I could not. If you "beg" to differ, I can't care less.

The worst thing about my stint @ Cognant was my manager & my department. They were pretty much the lamest thing that can happen to any one. The department didn't have decent projects & the manager, decent managerial skills. He was, is & will be the lamest professional(should I call him that?) I have & will ever meet. He had created records & devised ways of scrapping projects which one can never imagine.

Its pretty human not to be satisfied with what one gets. But still then the worst thing about a techie returning from Sector V is the drooping shoulders. Its like she is not happy with what she has done today. She is simply intellectually satisfied with her work. & somehow she feels she cannot take it even for one more day.

But then during this stint, I met with a few great persons whom if I don't meet ever again, I will be cherishing their company that I had. I shouldn't be taking names, but they were very the persons who at least helped to make the pain bearable. I miss you guys a lot.

But enough of this. Adios & keep waiting for the next part of the blog "...to live mine"

why "reminiscence-strider"

But why “reminiscence-strider: Awesome Phases in the journey of life”. Actually that was not my first choice. From my limited vocab of words, I had zeroed in on “reminiscence”. Clearly, the thought that such a beautiful word would cross many blogger’s mind didn’t cross my mind. The word word would have an apt description of what my blog is going to say. I don't care as long as I have a single reader. Because I can't let all my emotions, feelings, wishes, likes, dislikes, go unrecorded. So what will I do when I'm 40/50/60 or more & will feel like revisiting my younger self. Throughout your life you go through a hell lot of phases. Some are awesome & some are awful. Even when you are living the most awesome, phase of your life, you fail to realize that you are going through a purple patch. But when you look back at your life that you really comprehend the phase. Time is fleeting. It waits for none. What makes a phase awesome are the unreal things about it like a thought, or a dream.

"The unreal is more powerful than the real; because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it; because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on."

So, if you don't capture it, how are you going to relish it?

Now coming to the awful phases. People like me have those in abundance. Personally what I feel most important about these phases are the way we come out of it. These phases make us stronger and instills in us the qualities of courage and most importantly self-confidence . And when you look back at those, I personally prefer to laugh and enrich myself from those mistakes and take comfort from the decisions that has helped me come out of it a bit stronger that what I was. Because I am a strong believer in the words

“Dusron ke galtiyon se kya sikhna;

Make your own mistakes yaar!!!”

(Not mine). So, its these phases which are in actuality “Awesomer” than the awesome phases in your life.

I guess this have been enough of intellectual dose for a day. So,

Adios & keep waiting…

Asian Paints Sharad Samman & us

Asian Paints Sharad Samman, the mere mention of the name brings to our mind the dogma “Shuddho Suchi, Sustho Ruchi”. The trailblazer in every right of its own can always claim the responsibility of changing the face of Bengal’s biggest festival for ever and for better.

There are a very few tag lines in today’s world that matches up to the product it endorses. But “Shuddho Suchi, Sustho Ruchi” aptly describes what Asian Paints Sharad Sammanhas brought in to Kolkata’s “Sorbojanin Durga Puja Utsav”. It can be accused of bringing in competition amongst the organizers, but the reward and more importantly the recognition and the prestige that a Puja receives by winning the award makes the hard work even more fruitful. The lure of this recognition always eggs on the organizers to dust off the failure of a particular year and gear up for the next year to reach the pinnacle. And those who have already climbed this pinnacle put in the extra hard work, since they know what it is like to taste the biggest success as a Kolkata Sorbojonin Durga Puja Organizer.

Our very own “Laketown Adhibasibrinda Durga Puja Committee” is now regarded as one of the well-known pujas of Kolkata. We would like to attribute the bulk of our success to Asian Paints Sharad Samman. The one thing that connects us with the award is both of our endeavor to uphold our oriental culture through sheer artistry. The chord of “Rural Bengal” in 1998 or “Dantasheswari Temple” in 2001 that we had strived to strike went very well with the jury. Although in 1999, 2003, 2007 and 2008 we missed the award by a whisker, all of these successes and near failures have always inspired us to work even harder for the next year, so that we can showcase our artistry without deviating from the principle of “Shuddho Suchi, Sustho Ruchi”.

Adios & Keep Waiting

First Day @ a new theatre

This is not my experience at blogging. I have already blogged at collegelifesesh. Since the title is not international(read ENGLISH) & its purview does not includes every awesome phase in my life, therefore I am shifting to a new address. I will transfer all the contents of my older blog to this one. But I may miss out on a few comments. Sorry!

But first things first! Let me give you a very brief introduction of myself. Why "very brief"? Simple! as u go on reading this blog, where I guess I will pour my heart out, you will understand me much better. Much better than the bookish intro I will be presenting here. But for that you will need a platform. Lets provide you with that platform. Ich Heiße Atanu. Could not resist the urge to show off that I know German. I am an average guy. Not from any IIT or any of such hallowed institutions where an entry guarantees you a high profile career. But in my own very small way I am trying to make a name for myself. And one day I will succeed, which I leave into time's hand to decide. Right now I am involved with an IT organization with their lowest available designation. I am an ATHEIST, a non-believer. For a believer, there are times and incidents which shake his faith, but for guys like us, we don't face with such dilemma. We have no one to blame for our mistakes and no one supernatural to thank for our success. It is only them, who we can see, that we attribute everything for. I am from Bengal. I like any and every cuisine unless the food is not on me. So next time when we are going out, you know pretty well who needs to pay the bill :P. Anyways I have told a lot about me.

Adios and keep waiting.

Chandrima's Poetry

This is what the love of my life commented

Isn't it beautiful

So! I'm incl. this 2 with the prev promise.

Very well said SweetHeart

chandrima said...

Ekdin , brishtite bheja
Sei notun patar moto
Notun Jibone probesh
Chokhe sopno niye koto

Bhorer alo, raater hawa
Koto gaan, koto kobita
Nadir sroter moto somaye boye jaye
Roye jaye sudhu shritir kone chobita

Aj sei patar jhorar din
Notun jibon purono seje
Jete hobe chere sobaike aj
mon mane na ,chok jole veje

Remembering the happiest moments of the golden days of our college life.

Bulla r nicher lekha ta dekhe comments

Amar mone hoyeche comment ta eto sundor je ami eta ke amar blog e incl. kori

Jodi Bulla kokkhono nijer blog e eta likhte chay tahole ami songe songe put down korbo text ta

Thank U BULLA

arnab said...

bondho dorjata fak kore hatu obdhi pant gotano cheleta,
PKasur hashi mukhe "i m pleased",
last bench theke otha ekta chaapa rob;
SG-r chulta ashol na nokol,
baaper luminasity;sutkir gola nokol;
erokom sob byapar gulo niyei somoy kete jeto;
fresherser dine matalguloke bomi korte assist kora,aro onek kichhu..
4 bochhore mejdar pakachul ektao berechekina,
ba dadur chayer cup 4 bochhore chhoto hoyechhe kina,
'ha vai khobor rakhtam.

drawing classe sottojiter sathe bawal ba electrical dadur thyaaton.
'na vai mone thakbe,

proshno ektai.. 4 bochhor periye
hothat egulo past tense bolte hobe?

ki korbo swavabik niyom..
jayga chhere dite hoy,
jate next year abar kichu bondhu
jawar somoy aro kichu kotha
past tens-e bolte pare.

..anywez thakyu atanu,
for once againg reminding us
the 4 golden years of our life

July 4, 2007 9:17 AM

Bulla very well said