Stairs and Men

            Stairs and Men

Stairs

A man is climbing the stairs,
Skipping one or two, jumping
A man is climbing the stairs.
Step by step, one step at a time.

Two men are climbing the stairs,
A man with fickle quick steps,
A man with firm grounded steps,
or May be they are not climbing at all.

Two men wanted to stop climbing.
A man wanted to reach  the next floor,
A man wanted to reach the top ,
Because they wanted to stop climbing

Two men were climbing their stairway ,
each climbing his stairway to  heaven
Two men were determined to climb
or may be too tired to think..

One man did not know..
the stairs are endless..
One man did not know each step
can be a floor..

Two men wanted a life..
Two men kept on climbing..

Chaos

IS DISTRACTION TOTALLY UNNECESSARY ? This is one of the question that has haunted me for years. The little imperfectness that we have in a otherwise perfect life , does it make our life worse?
Well, the name of my blog literally translates to randomness.So it is evident that I like imperfection, rather I celebrate it.

 Let's take music for example. They used to play guitars with sweet melodious sound. But with the birth of electric guitar a revolution took place .The revolution named distortion .They said it is the sound guitar makes when it is damaged or not played properly about what will be the music of  near future .In 1960s some musician started using it intentionally .Rest ,as you know, is history,

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Now distortion is a way of life in music. You cannot even think of any genre/ sub-genre of rock without distortion.

                                                        

 Wait ,you did not think that music is the only example I have in my mind.If you did then you will be wrong .Have you ever taken a blurry picture and thought "Shit man!! What the hell am I gonna do with this ?".They said blurs are bad . We all rejected blurry pictures.But if you think about it as an element of the picture, then everything changes magically. You realize it is the missing link between a static image and motion.

the break amidst randomness 

I wonder how such unwanted things can convey so much information.It again provokes the question who decides what is perfect and what is not? Who judges the criteria of wanted and unwanted ? Are you watching closely,Close enough to discard the randomness of life as unwanted things?

A day with camera

After finishing my examinations ,I was once again in my favorite city with my favorite tool.In a blissful morning of Kolkata I traveled with my camera aimlessly.Once again the city bestowed me with some catchy moment .Some of the following pictures are from park street and some from Puja Pandals.
Sharing 

The joy(?) of sharing

THE HORSES OF MOHEEN 

I saw them on a busy morning in park street.The eternal question of the surrealist poet haunted me

"If I come back after twenty years will they still be there?" (you need to be fan of Bangla Band to understand this)

Moheener Ghoraguli

The Jesus of Kolkata

The death is creeping beside you,     (দু পাশে উদ্যত মৃত্যু ,তার মাঝখান দিয়ে তুমি টলতে টলতে হেটে যাও ,

You are staggering through ,                কলকাতার সমস্ত traffic তুমি কোন এক মন্ত্রবলে থামিয়ে দিয়েছ ,

The traffic of the city is stopped ,      ভিখারী মায়ের শিশু তুমি কলকাতার যিশু )

As if you stopped them ,

As if you have the divine power,

The children of the footpath,

You, You are the Jesus of Kolkata.     Source (Kolkatar Jishu by Nirendranath Chakrabarty)

Jesus of Kolkata

The Folk of a city 

If you ask me to leave my poems,                         ( যদি কেড়ে নিতে বল কবিতা ঠাসা খাতা ,

I never will.                                                                 যেন আমি কাড়তে দেব না 

If you ask me to stop singing folks of the city           যদি ছেড়ে দিতে বল সহুরে কথকতা 

I never will                                                                  যেন আমি ছাড়তে দেব না )

Because I know,

I know how deep the quicksand is .          Source : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsZBfsG2rpM

Nagor baul 

Story of a Night

the moon in a pale Vail

stairway to heaven?

the blurred corridor

a red sun rises

Small offering

Lazy afternoon

Photgraphs of a city I love

In front of victoria

Sun set @ Princep Ghat

Ganga from belur

The Source and The endless

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Mandarmani

Puri

Shankarpur

The pictures are from 3 beaches in India.I love the vastness of a beach and the sea.So I decided to share this.

My India

freedom to live

Freedom to grow old

Freedom of growing up

                                                                                     
                  

My picture blog ..three different pictures of sun and the cloud