Calcutta Chromosomes - Interpretations of Maladies

Calcutta Chromosomes - Durga

नमस्तेशरण्येशिवेसानुकम्पे,
नमस्तेजगद्व्यापिकेविश्वरूपे।
नमस्तेजगद्वन्द्यपादारविन्दे,
नमस्तेजगत्तारिणित्राहिदुर्गे॥१॥

"She the refuge, peaceful and merciful undoubtedly,
She pervades over all, is universal form certainly,
Her lotus feet worshipped by universe – all Glory,
On your appeal “Protect me Durga” saves entirely..."

Durga,The Goddess, epitomises the strength of a Woman and the one who saves the Humanity from all the crimes and savages and restores peace and order in the Universal being of Life.

And ironic is the fact that our Goddess whom we celebrate is now in a perennial threat.Threat of existence! From the very same society and civilisation whom She had been urged and prayed to protect.

The dichotomy of the society is that it celebrates Her as a Supreme Celestial Being and on the other hand kills Her human form in the foetus.Rape Her dignity.Plunder Her as a loot.

When will the Durgas breathing alive will be celebrated as Women and not as Celestial Being ? When will we stop violence against them ? When will we start accepting Them as our Comrade at Arms and give back their dues ?

Durgas don't need our patronage and prayers.They need us to live them alone and decide their own destiny. And when we learn to do that I am sure the celebrations will begin and we as a Human race will have another chance to exist...

Calcutta Chromosomes - Fading Empire

What makes me Travel?  What do I try to see when i Travel? These are all the questions often asked in so many ways and in so many manners to me.

I usually don't like to answer them. I try to show what I see and how I feel but at times I realize that my silence through which I try to speak is half understood.

I travel to see me. Peculiar right? Indeed I often find myself boring and unintelligent in front of a well manicured mirrors in my home. They usually go on chattering the same verbs.

And then a fresh round of air makes me freer from my growing stomach and receding hairline. I travel to find me growing into an exciting homosapien, ignorant to all the best possible presets being applied on my selfies in Instagram.

I become freer from my narcissus tendencies and start looking around for a story. For a story I am unaware of. For a story I will never have to pay a price. For a story that will not yell back at me.

I travel to get soaked in rains, dusted in the muddy air and watch the humans moving endlessly ( at least they would like to believe that ) within the ceaseless singularity of Time.

I Travel to see a drama that will never happen. A piece of history which is so insignificant that none will care for. Peacefully watching the cat crossing the windows, a man chewing the tobacco as if having a sex, an old colonial story of the trams coming to a halt.

Talking about that did I mention that over here in this image I saw General Dyer crying his heart out to this native Indian man and complaining how he will miss riding the Trams!

Yes the bells are ringing. Go and have a ride on these soon to be extinct species of transport from The City of Joy - Calcutta.

Oh, do let me know if Doninique La Pierre would shed some tears hearing the news...

Folk Tales.

You asked me once - Do I love talking to you ? Yes!I love to talk to you in my own silence and burn within, in an unknown purifying desire.

I keep listening to your deep warm raven like eyes. And as I immerse in your fairy tales, I go down deeper. Deeper from where there's no return.

A sort of Fantasy.Fantasy of being with you in silence and getting lost in your waves of touches....

I fear if I telephone you and listen to your voice, then I might be losing you and your fantasy and come back to a reality - a reality that you're lost and gone!

By the way do you remember the Folk Tales we used to read, during those wet, lusty rains?

Calcutta Chromosomes - Colonial Stories

Calcutta Chromosomes - The Legend of Ivanhoe

Calcutta Chromosomes - The Legend of Ivanhoe

Calcutta Diary - Colonial Stories

Calcutta Diary - The Legend of Ivanhoe

Calcutta Diary - The National Library

The city defeated me. It refused to be bent into shape; it stayed a willful, sprawling, sinful place. It even told me as much. When i walked through the gutted wreck of old building of National Library , i tripped and fell over a piece of rubble -- a graying stone. When i got to my feet and dusted myself down i saw that it read, in Latin, 'Resurgam' -- 'I Will Rise Again'...

Calcutta Diary - The Tramways

Calcutta Diary - The National Library

The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way not too many people, and everyone was incredibly intelligent. And Brilliant in their love for knowledge, and that which helped them outgrow slavery and build a design - of a Nation!

Calcutta Diary - The National Library