Of me and the world
Of me and the world.
Why separate ways for the two?
I stayed back; within me
He proceeded all the way through.
Who is lost?
And where?
The inner self and the outside, why the path tearing apart?
Thats the question in this phase of Jatra
art:Dr.Uddip Talukdar
Rebel without a reason
Rebellion is on
Without weaponry
Without comrades
For no reasons
Or accreditation;
No one is oppressed
Or the oppressor.
Only the rebellion is on.
I hear the roars of rebel within, against the system we don’t like to accept
This phase discusses that part.
Few go for a revolution that deviated form its path
Few become REBEL WITHOUT A REASON
Nectarous Evenings
A Nectarous evening
Satan worshipers were our hearts.
Accompanied by:
Roasted meat called dream..
Smoke filled whirlpool,
Deafening music!
And in rhythm-
We, the thirsty vampires.
Our destiny-
A spread cerulean body,
Brackish vein’s drinks,
Hungry denture in roasted heart.
A Poem for Jim
the man who symbolizes the affinity for booze, poetry and ecstasy of a young mind. Like that in its take off, Jatra discuseses the hidden Jim inside all youth.
Watch the video @ :
http://ishare.rediff.com/video/entertainment/jim-morrison-jatra/779780
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
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
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.
