Phase 1: Boarding in - Jatra

Faded Jeans Ideology

Each and every moments of faded jeans ideology

Over cafés, parks and 100cc bikes.

Sleepless nights on songbird’s blues.

Through the coloured spectacles

Canteen, party and evening’s blue guitar;

Bitter smoke filled time on cards

Everyday. …Every night.

Amidst them, please don’t bring up-

The stench of bland truth,

Reality of dreams, someone’s sad elegy.

They are just paper boats

Floating on the turbulent drunken river

‘This is life man, its basic appeal’!

At first it’s all fun

Phase 1 is about friend’s en all

Life seems all the very romantic here

See the video @http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOX6TMOGB_Y

or @ http://ishare.rediff.com/video/entertainment/jatra/768254

Check In:The proposition for Jatra

The Launch

After birth – the crying

Then the slumber of forgetfulness,

Slowly its adolescence,

Thereafter comes youth.

Youth hood is none but a dream;

What after the dream?

That’s what Jatra is all about

Flight of a young mind.

Dream starts here!

Welcome to the journey

Art: Dr. Uddip Talukdar

Jatra

A Collection of Creative Fiction in Assamese (My first one)

Cover curator: Dr.Uddip Talukdar

Unknowingly Jatra has turned out to be a compilation of phases of the most striking portion of life - Youth hood.

I started writing short stories for friends en al who were not into creative line and were complaining about the metaphysical content of my plays we used to stage in mid nineties. All I wanted was to compensate for their criticism. So in the beginning my stories were funny based on day to day experience of early adolescence, I used to play with the wordings & narrative stunts only.

But as the journey progressed, and we all metamorphosed into various individuals the contents, narration & essence of our definitions changed and at the crossroads of life-jatra become my prospective view of flight of a young mind in search of exactitude.

Stories were written over last fourteen years and already published in premier Assamese literary journals like ‘Prantik, Sadin, Satsori, Jonosadharan.

About Denial Projection and my spellings:

I am too a mortal human
You know one of the basic human defense system is denial (Ask a drunkard –he will deny that he can not live without drinking) and projection (Remember block buster: Diwar: jao pehle us admi se sign leke aao jisne mera hatho Mei yeh likh di thi).
So it is a basic human nature to create angel and demons out of ourselves in order to project our faults to other. We come out with great man’s quotation, statistics, case studies etc etc.

IT seems I have a big learning disability. Whenever whatever I write (or type) there are thousands of spelling mistakes. Check any of my blog there are heap of spelling mistakes many time MS word software is at lose what to do with my spellings?
Assamese is the language in which I think, I learned to talk, and Assamese letters are the first letters with whom I had fallen in love. But my Assamese spell sense is as worse as English.
How to defend myself?

I came out with two greatest original thinker's philosophies: Feynman and Asimov .

Dr. Feynman observes that "things have gotten out of whack in the English language," which leads him to ask, "[w]hay can't we change the spelling?" In what may be taken as an expression of exasperation with his colleagues in the liberal arts, he declares: "If the professors of English will complain to me that the students who come to the universities, after all those years of study, still cannot spell `friend,' I say to them that something's the matter with the way you spell `friend.'"
Wah sir kya bad hain.

Asimov jumps right in and makes a stab at some suggested respellings. Consider "through," "coo," "do," "true," "knew" and "queue," he asks. Why not just spell them "throo," "koo," "doo," "troo," nyoo" and "kyoo"? These respellings would in fact fit within some familiar reform proposals, though perhaps few reform advocates would go along with his assertion that the obvious respelling of "night" should be "nite."
Thank u both of u for coming in my favour.

Independent nothingness

Camera in my hand after a long time

A wet lazy independence day

through car-window in Dehradun street.

How I forgot to KISS

An ascent to perfection!
Was our motto once upon a time.
Though never reached that pick it becomes a compulsive thought process to search the real truth in everything. A very totalitarian & un achievable concept !
Long back I realized the relevance of Einstein’s relativity in day to day life- nothing is perfect; no body can be perfect. (Even MJ had a defective nose.)
But that bug (of searching the truth) persisted,
And while looking for perfection I forgot to KISS i.e.
To keep it simple & straight.

Mr. Bond-the real one.

It’s been one year since I met Bond-Mr. Bond-the real one.

I went went to Mussoorie for an interview for Assamese literary journal ‘Satsori’.

I met him for the first time in 2007 through two nature lover .Dr.Anurag & Dr. Sonjoy Das. What attracted me was the simplicity of that man. Writing just for the love of it. Living a very humble life among nature.
A man with mountains in his blood who prefers to live in independent India for the love of Himalaya, Alu tikki and the company of his friends.

watch :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfViShTBP4M

http://ishare.rediff.com/video/entertainment/bond/769499