কেন এই পাতা

পানুর ইচ্ছা, লেখক হইবেন । বাঙালি, লেখক না হইতে পারিলে নমো নমো করিয়া পাতের সংস্থান যদি বা হয় জাত রক্ষা হয় না - যথা আঁটকুড়া কুলীন । পানু বিস্তর পরিশ্রম করিলেন । দিস্তা দিস্তা রচনাবলী, অমনিবাস চিবাইলেন । প্রথমে কাব্য টানিয়াছিল, কারণ রস - রসে পাঁউরুটি ভিজিল না । পানু ঘটা করিয়া কিছুদিন রবীন্দ্রসঙ্গীত লিখিলেন (ভেঙ্গেছ দুয়ার এসেছ জ্যোতিরম্যায়, আট হাজার বাষট্টি টাকার দরজা, খর্চা কে দ্যায় ! অথবা, কতবার ভেবেছিনু আপনা ভুলিয়া, চৌমাথার মোড়ে দিব পেন্টুল খুলিয়া) হাউ হাউ করিয়া লোকে মারিতে আসিল । সমস্ত অবজ্ঞা করিয়া পানু লিখিয়া চলিলেন । যদ্যপি পানুর কলমের তোড়ে কাব্যলক্ষী কোঁ কোঁ, সম্পাদকের দপ্তরে চিঁড়া ভিজিল না । অতঃপর পানুর দুঃখে ব্যাবেজ সায়েব কম্পিউটার আবিষ্কার করিলেন । বাজারে ব্লগ আসিল । পানু ব্লগার হইলেন । এই পাতা পানুর পাতা । যা তা ।

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Bubbly

Deep down, you will find religion; rhetorical, dark (what is more rhetorical than darkness? Well, not for owls or bats probably unless they are blind and/or deaf, but for humans, a preachable truth essentially is the nail that is hammered between your ears when you are at your vulnerable best), larking (as far as larking goes, religion is your champion larker). It binds you (even if you tear yourself free i.e. present yourself with a literally “on your face” light-- after prolonged dark it gets  equivalent to blindness; it can play a load of tricks). Religion just needs those parts of your brain that principally are involved with motor activities and some of the emotions. Independent thinking is an "unessential", religion does that for you. Religion is Da Superman with Da flowing, billowing beard, it will do your work, save your soul and if needed will even knit kind sweaters out of that beard. You are free to indulge in the religion-specified way. If by any chance you stray, well, you just have to run to the nearest prayer-shop. An adequate dash of economics thrown into a hastily arranged remorse is all that’s needed, religion will absolve you. I have nothing against dark as such, it’s good for soul and makes fascinating chocolates and humor, “to be kept in the dark” is the best way to evade responsibility and it’s the greatest excuse for inaction. The only downside is that you are sequestered from your best buddy, your average Vitamin D3 (1,25 hydroxy vitamin D3, Cholecalciferol). Well, a lot of carrots in the darkness (I obviously meant in terms of ingestion) may provide the raw materials but still UV-B is a must. Oh your kidneys surely can make Vitamin D3 out of its precursor but it’s equally capable of making the inactive form (24,25 hydroxy vitamin D3). So there you go (vitamin and urine do not always make a good pair), without your average Cholecalciferol you have problems everywhere, from bone to colon. Either of them is pretty bad; ask the spontaneously fractured ones or the ones undergoing colonoscopy.
Everything is circumstantial. Now, you wake-up in the morning and go for a walk in the park and see huge piles of wooly turd everywhere, would you for once believe in the possibility that wooly mammoths are back in the civilization and are desperately hunting for suitably sized privies (“Privy” in some-languages means  - “a small outbuilding with a bench having holes through which a user can defecate”; in some cultures a term called “privy purse” once existed, which meant “ allowance for a monarch's personal expenses”; well, that presumably should’ve been before the era of wooly mammoths returning back to civilization and in urgent need of suitably sized privies or probably in the unsaid pages of history, where "returning mammoths" resulted in a close to the “privy purse”). It is easier to believe that someone tried his/her hand (successfully, if you are not the dogmatic sort) at an “installation art”. Now, if you happen to follow the wooly turd for some time (say a week or two) actively (i.e. nurture it with appropriate amount of water), you will notice that a practically thriving civilization has suddenly sprouted out of nowhere and it’s a modern one too as it emits what it takes to be modern i.e a lot of carbon in gaseous form. Well, turd has that potential, whatever name you call it. Analogists (not intended to mean the ones armed with "colonoscopy"; in hindsight why exclude them! It’s all related by circumstances after all), claim that this world actually originated from bovine turd (with an emphasis on the male: in this male dominated society it’s no wonder though) and is practically ran by people of distinction in terms of their turdyness.
Religion is circumstantial, and it’s always been and is always getting circumstantial; whether you or I was there, doesn’t actually matter; Circumstance has always been there, technically there never was a time when it was “not there”, even big-bang was a byproduct of circumstances. Now, what is circumstance? If you search for the etymology, you would find—“Circumstance necessarily is a posture related to avoidance when you can’t take a stance—due to “n” number of reasons (the reasons notwithstanding)” or “Circumstance is a state of mind which goes largely away from the point of discussion or around the point in a circle with such a huge diameter that should you focus your telescope while standing on the perimeter, the point still seems 33.65 light-years away”. Circumstance usually is a wishful, a rather wanted form of helplessness. What do you do? Submit. Everything wants that, your circumstances, your religion, the darkness that’s within you.

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