The Bengal - a region known for it's literary supremacy within India and beyond is still counting to be one of the best of it's kind. This statement would perhaps cause rise in some eyebrows, especially of the ardent followers of recent bengali literature, but, I promise this piece will certainly make most of them at one with the statement. Answering how is very simple, as it gives you the opportunity to make your points clear to others.
Have you ever been to any Calcutta Book Fair? If yes, then you can certainly remember those faces with shabby stubble, rimless glasses, almost uniformly worn Punjabi, a Shantiniketani Jhola by their side & loads of tiny booklets in their hands. The glasses might come with a black thick rim or a golden one instead of being rimless, but you can't miss the sight of them. They will forcibly make them subjected to your vision. Come, let's meet our literary scientists. One can argue that literature & science are not of the same plane, though scientists like Richard Feynman always amused with their penning skills, still the general scenario is not with the scientists. But people should not take hint about why this stubbled species has been called scientists. Or should they? Individuals are open to entitle themselves by what they chose to understand, but I am solemnly declaring that I am not here to make anybody butt of ridicule.
So, why scientist? To dig over this question, one should take a sample copy of those tiny booklets in hand. There are plenty of those booklets, not just in number but in type also. But only one among them should be picked and this piece of advice must not be taken as statutory warning etched over cigarette packet are taken by the smokers. May couple of shabby faces utter some chosen words to me, but pardon me, I am bound to take care of my readers' health.
Warning portion is over, let's have some real insight.Cover page can comprise of several patterns like quotations, painting, etching, poems almost all printed in handwritten style. But hardly one can find any photograph. These lines may smell rich like snobbery, but truth is truth. The other thing missing is colour. That doesn't mean it's colourless, but spectrum here is trichromatic at most. The elaboration comes almost in a jiffy from the other side. These colourless paperworks are dealing with the gravest of graves like social corrosion, derogation of values, domestic violence, political oratory, fake promises and in parts, with broken love, reminisce of good times, long lost dear ones and in the remaining, with frustrations with colleagues, starved sex, erotica and other darker things that cannot be mentioned publicly. So how on earth can anyone ask for more colours where the planet itself is so much colourless?
Well, the latter part of the previous paragraph was all about their sayings whilst this culpable creature begs to differ. Though some from the other side would like to pelt him with stones, boulders.... what?!! stones? boulders? shame on you, bloody skeptic barbarian! Okay, Okay. Though some from the other side would like to pelt him with slurring remarks over his social conscience or some apprehending bombastic bengali words, but none can stop him from speaking his mind.
Person with average intelligence can hardly understand the expressions scribbled over those pages. The only thing one can easily understand is why it is said, "Words are more powerful than thousand bayonets". And if anyone dare to go farther than a gross look, just do try a poem and try to feel the inner meaning. Guarantee, the thing that brave person will perceive is nothing other than severe excruciation inside his temporal lobes. Poems are just as dangerous as bungee jumping and the poets are even more. Sometimes I feel these poems are like courage meter. coward doesn't have the guts to take the risk. Average just has a gross look, slightly brave reads a little bit, then signs off. Braves reads entirely, but don't go beyond. Rebel reads and try to understand, where the rebel is the ultimate distinction of courage. People asking the poets for the meaning don't fall in these courage categories. To put straight & frank, they are nuts! And they promptly suffer from some unearthly elucidations and never-heard-before expressions with undulating hand gestures, which with time become as fierce as big cats' swing of paw. Consequence varies from nausea, itching, tear, suffocation to severe literary shock, bibliophobia to even cerebral thrombosis and death. One might consider this as exaggeration, but statistics says in Kolkata, there has always been a rise in heart conditions in post book fair period as per B.M. Birla Heart Research Center.
Now, suspicious scoundrels should not argue on why these magnanimous persons who can cause these sort of frenzy ought to be regarded as scientists and not to be considered as evil counsel as they are out to outshine the former glory of bengali literature with their bayonets err, pens. Only thing you can do to avoid the literary hazard is deify them, bend on your knees before them twice a day, do whatever you want, just don't forget to keep safe distance. Else, intellect will masticate you like Big Babul and won't even care to spit you out. A wise man, popularly reckoned as Spiderman's uncle aptly said, "With great power comes great responsibility." But what he forgot to add is "with great responsibility comes little magazine and with it comes million copies of Pandora's Box. Open it to your peril."
Have you ever been to any Calcutta Book Fair? If yes, then you can certainly remember those faces with shabby stubble, rimless glasses, almost uniformly worn Punjabi, a Shantiniketani Jhola by their side & loads of tiny booklets in their hands. The glasses might come with a black thick rim or a golden one instead of being rimless, but you can't miss the sight of them. They will forcibly make them subjected to your vision. Come, let's meet our literary scientists. One can argue that literature & science are not of the same plane, though scientists like Richard Feynman always amused with their penning skills, still the general scenario is not with the scientists. But people should not take hint about why this stubbled species has been called scientists. Or should they? Individuals are open to entitle themselves by what they chose to understand, but I am solemnly declaring that I am not here to make anybody butt of ridicule.
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| Beware! Intellectuals! |
Warning portion is over, let's have some real insight.Cover page can comprise of several patterns like quotations, painting, etching, poems almost all printed in handwritten style. But hardly one can find any photograph. These lines may smell rich like snobbery, but truth is truth. The other thing missing is colour. That doesn't mean it's colourless, but spectrum here is trichromatic at most. The elaboration comes almost in a jiffy from the other side. These colourless paperworks are dealing with the gravest of graves like social corrosion, derogation of values, domestic violence, political oratory, fake promises and in parts, with broken love, reminisce of good times, long lost dear ones and in the remaining, with frustrations with colleagues, starved sex, erotica and other darker things that cannot be mentioned publicly. So how on earth can anyone ask for more colours where the planet itself is so much colourless?
Well, the latter part of the previous paragraph was all about their sayings whilst this culpable creature begs to differ. Though some from the other side would like to pelt him with stones, boulders.... what?!! stones? boulders? shame on you, bloody skeptic barbarian! Okay, Okay. Though some from the other side would like to pelt him with slurring remarks over his social conscience or some apprehending bombastic bengali words, but none can stop him from speaking his mind.
Person with average intelligence can hardly understand the expressions scribbled over those pages. The only thing one can easily understand is why it is said, "Words are more powerful than thousand bayonets". And if anyone dare to go farther than a gross look, just do try a poem and try to feel the inner meaning. Guarantee, the thing that brave person will perceive is nothing other than severe excruciation inside his temporal lobes. Poems are just as dangerous as bungee jumping and the poets are even more. Sometimes I feel these poems are like courage meter. coward doesn't have the guts to take the risk. Average just has a gross look, slightly brave reads a little bit, then signs off. Braves reads entirely, but don't go beyond. Rebel reads and try to understand, where the rebel is the ultimate distinction of courage. People asking the poets for the meaning don't fall in these courage categories. To put straight & frank, they are nuts! And they promptly suffer from some unearthly elucidations and never-heard-before expressions with undulating hand gestures, which with time become as fierce as big cats' swing of paw. Consequence varies from nausea, itching, tear, suffocation to severe literary shock, bibliophobia to even cerebral thrombosis and death. One might consider this as exaggeration, but statistics says in Kolkata, there has always been a rise in heart conditions in post book fair period as per B.M. Birla Heart Research Center.
Now, suspicious scoundrels should not argue on why these magnanimous persons who can cause these sort of frenzy ought to be regarded as scientists and not to be considered as evil counsel as they are out to outshine the former glory of bengali literature with their bayonets err, pens. Only thing you can do to avoid the literary hazard is deify them, bend on your knees before them twice a day, do whatever you want, just don't forget to keep safe distance. Else, intellect will masticate you like Big Babul and won't even care to spit you out. A wise man, popularly reckoned as Spiderman's uncle aptly said, "With great power comes great responsibility." But what he forgot to add is "with great responsibility comes little magazine and with it comes million copies of Pandora's Box. Open it to your peril."
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