Sushobhan Mukherjee


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My mother beyond Mother’s Day

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Today is mother’s day!

But can there be only one dedicated day for mother? Every day we live, take breath is only for her. We are in this world for her relentless efforts and sacrifice only. But only by sharing update in facebook, twitter, whatsapp we cannot really show our gratitude to the mother. Practically Childs putting their parents in old age home or staying away from them and celebrate “Mother’s Day” in social media virtually. This is a fallacy in my view point. Let us bind our mother tight with our life as they did in our childhood. Then only celebrations of mother’s day will be successful.

Today I am sharing one story and two poems. One story and one poem, I had received in Whatsapp in Bengali version. I had translated in my way with a courtesy to original authors / collectors of the Bengali versions (I do not know them). Third poem, I had learned through my old colleague and friend “Boby Kohli”

Story:

There was a rich business man in one of the town in United States. He was everything as per modern society. But still he was ashamed on her mother as she was blind, her face was completely burnt and moreover she was no hair. In order to keep his prestige in the society he asked her mother to leave the house. She left home with tears and met an accident while crossing the road. Finally she died and his son got relieved. Gradually, he found a diary of her mom.

05-12-1980

Today I got awarded with “Miss Award”

02-05-1983

Today my husband divorced me since I did not agree for abortion.

07-03-1985

Today my house met an accident on fire and I was outside. My sweet little son was inside the house

I bet my life and rushed inside.  I do not repent since my hair caught on fire and my face got burnt. But I regret I could the save the eyes of my sweet little child, though I could save her life.

07-15-1985

Today is the end of my diary since I am going to donate my eyes to my child. I a very happy today since this will bring back sight of my son.

He became mad and could not resist his tears for his rest of life.

He felt his mother was his nation, his world.

There is nothing except her. He whispered with grace, deep respect and love.

“I LOVE YOU MAA”

Poem1:

“My mother – The Liar”

I still cry for my Mother, ever after so many days

Because she used to lie.

The day my father passed away

My mother started transforming herself.

 

My mother used to console us by his (my father) presence behind the stars

He will comeback if we study well

I kept on searching stars for my father

Could not understand my mother learned lying.

 

Neighbours suggested my mother to marry again!

Otherwise soul journey of life might be difficult.

But she rejected the same holding me tight

She lied stating she was not alone with me.

 

She kept of working sleepless nights with sewing machines,

She used to stitch clothes for others, but never had a new dress for herself.

My mother denied to sleep as if does not feel sleepy

But that was my mother’s lying dodge.

 

My mother used to wait for my school bus in hot and humid summer

She used to offer me ice crème when I used to sweat.

But she never accepted the portion of it from me stating a sore throat,

That was my mother’s lie.

 

I got a good job in a great city

Got married with a lively girl

But my mom still stays in the dark village

Kindle the evening lamp in the darkness of load shedding.

Still she rejects to come to me

With a clause of asthma problem in closed city atmosphere

That was my mother’s mockery.

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Later I grown up bigger with immigrant to states

With World Bank expert reputation and responsibility

I have hardly any time to talk to my mother.

Finally she fell sick and flew down to her.

Wanted to bring her to abroad where she could be recovered fast.

Key areas alone, the happiness you say?

My moth smiled and rejected due to her fear on plane ride.

That was the end of my mother’s lies.

 

She got expired few days later

I still cry for my mother, the brutal liar.

Poem2 (Bobby Kohli):

Oh how I wish I could change the past,
And not see life move out so fast,
How could I be so mute & helpless,
And see my world go breathless …

How could I see someone so strong go so fragile,
And yet see that everlasting smile ,
I cud see her brave that pain,
And yet did not see her grace & courage drain

I was so scared yet faking brave,
I knew situation was so grave,
How I wish I could cry n cry,
But forced myself to keep my eyes dry

How I wish I could change the date,
When doctors and god reached a checkmate,
All consoling to accept the ultimate,
How I wish I could change the fate

Everyone around me kept telling me that I am being strong,
Only if they knew how badly were they wrong,
The strongest in that moment was lying in ICU,
Who kept building my strength from there too,
She always prepared me to achieve the best,
And now too she was preparing me to face my worst test

She called for me for that one last time,
And guided me for life after she goes to rest
Oh how I wish I could change the past

The life changed in a jiffy,
My anxiety was at its peak,till,
I saw her lying totally still,
Oh how I wish I could change the past

Then I hear the worst words in my life,
Someone said, your mother has died,
Nothing mattered to be anymore,
I was as jobless and blank as never before

Oh how I wish I could change the past
And I still don’t know how did and will I last,
I just want to let you know ,
I am so sorry mom, forgive me to let you go

Oh how I wish I could change the past.

LOVE YOU MUMMY

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Rabindranath Tagore – The Visionary of Bengal

25th Baishaksh, yesterday was the birthday of Rabindranath Tagore, the real hero and visionary from Bengal. I thought of expressing my salutation to him today instead of yesterday as it was overcrowded in the internet space.

Kabiguru Rabindranath Tagore is the superman of Bengal. He was one of the rare Bengalis, having guts to refuse the Knighthood, the highest honour of those days. Poet, Philosopher, singer, composer, artist – the list never ends if we talk about him. He is the only poet in the world whose compositions form the national anthems of 3 nations – India, Bangladesh and Srilanka. He remains relevant beyond ages. A man of the millennium.

Few of inspiring quotes of Tagore which are pertinent for ever:

  • Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
  • Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
  • The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.
  • Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
  • You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
  • I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
  • Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.
  • Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
  • Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

These are not all. The lesser highlighted sections are his visions, development thoughts. We talk about his creations only. But I always wonder how he could create such a volume of wealth in a single life. He had touched almost all aspects, emotions, senses of different phases of life, let it be poetry, novels, stories, drama, songs or art.

I am not a Rabindranath expert. I will not claim I have read / studied all his creations. But still I can find the co-relations with life. Every emotions, feelings, moods are covered in his songs. The kind of balance between lyrics and music are phenomenal. The creations are still modern, relevant in present times. The fusion of tunes of different countries, mixing proved him to be a true Global Citizen beyond boundaries.

We talk about him as a “College dropout”. But he discovered the real meaning of education and created Viswabharati, the first Open University in Shantiniketan.

Rabindranath was instrumental in Rural Reconstruction at Sriniketan. It was a pioneering thought in its time to form first co-operative bank to bridge the gap between the city and the village. The objective of Sriniketan is to bring back life in its completeness into the villages making them self-reliant and self-respectful, acquainted with the cultural tradition of their own country and competent to make an efficient use of modern resources for the improvement of their physical, intellectual and economic conditions.

Below are the lines reveal everlasting spirit of India (English version is there after the Bengali version):

চিত্ত যেথা ভয়শূন্য, উচ্চ যেথা শির,

জ্ঞান যেথা মুক্ত, যেথা গৃহের প্রাচীর

আপন প্রাঙ্গণতলে দিবসশর্বরী

বসুধারে রাখে নাই খণ্ড ক্ষুদ্র করি,

যেথা বাক্য হৃদয়ের উত্‍‌সমুখ হতে

উচ্ছ্বসিয়া উঠে, যেথা নির্বারিত স্রোতে

দেশে দেশে দিশে দিশে কর্মধারা ধায়

অজস্র সহস্রবিধ চরিতার্থতায়,

যেথা তুচ্ছ আচারের মরুবালুরাশি

বিচারের স্রোতঃপথ ফেলে নাই গ্রাসি—

পৌরুষেরে করে নি শতধা, নিত্য যেথা

তুমি সর্ব কর্ম চিন্তা আনন্দের নেতা,

নিজ হস্তে নির্দয় আঘাত করি, পিতঃ,

ভারতেরে সেই স্বর্গে করো জাগরিত॥

(Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high.

Where knowledge is free.

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

By narrow domestic walls.

Where words come out from the depth of truth.

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection.

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.

Where the mind is led forward by Thee

Into ever-widening thought and action.

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country).

Robi