Tuesday, March 10, 2015

My world of Imagination 2 - Raja O Rani

My mornings at home in India started much earlier than it used to be here. Apart from jet lag the most important reason for "early rise" being I never wanted to waste the grand opportunity of spending quality time with my family and my surroundings.They are simply invaluable in comparison to whatever little I have in United States. And two most precious corners of my Behala house are our Balcony Garden and my dance practice room! Speaking of mornings - well one would usually have found me taking a homesick walk in my sun-kissed balcony garden with my toothbrush clasped between two fingers.
I admired the silent hide-n-seek moments between the oblique sun rays and the lush green plants around the balcony.The sun rays changing their directions and colors from morning to sundown -White- Yellow- Orange … is it not a miraculous gift from Mother Nature?!
These Raja and Rani pots were my collection from a handicraft fair which took place many years back at  Karunamayee, Salt Lake. They used to hang from another side of our balcony, unnoticed for quite some years. With course of time their faces grew darker and grim. This time during my vacation I managed to get them cleansed (thanks to Manju) and gathered some “nine-o-clock” plants. Baba carefully planted those nine-o-clocks into these pots. Floral arrangements were such that the colorful flowers would always keep on beautifying Raja and Rani’s invisible crowns as jewels!
Well now after setting up Raja and Rani in another corner of the balcony which gets the first golden ray of the sun I feel good about the majestic couple ! Faces which used to be dark and ugly once are now beaming with marbled jewels on their heads as if Rabithakur’s Raja and Rani have been personified! And yes Kudos to that unknown craftsman who made those terracotta pots now adorning our balcony !!

   রাজা ও রানী

        এক যে ছিল রাজা
সেদিন   আমায় দিল সাজা ।
          ভোরের রাতে উঠে
আমি     গিয়েছিলুম ছুটে ,
          দেখতে ডালিম গাছে
বনের    পিরভু কেমন নাচে ।
          ডালে ছিলেম চড়ে ,
সেটা     ভেঙেই গেল পড়ে ।
          সেদিন হল মানা
আমার   পেয়ারা পেড়ে আনা ,
          রথ দেখতে যাওয়া ,
আমার   চিঁড়ের পুলি খাওয়া ।
          কে দিল সেই সাজা ,
জান      কে ছিল সেই রাজা ?
          এক যে ছিল রানী
আমি     তার কথা সব মানি ।
          সাজার খবর পেয়ে
আমায়   দেখল কেবল চেয়ে ।
          বললে না তো কিছু ,
কেবল   মুখটি করে নিচু
          আপন ঘরে গিয়ে
সেদিন   রইল আগল দিয়ে ।
          হল না তার খাওয়া ,
কিংবা    রথ দেখতে যাওয়া ।
          নিল আমায় কোলে
সাজার   সময় সারা হলে ।
           গলা ভাঙা - ভাঙা
তার     চোখ - দুখানি রাঙা ।
          কে ছিল সেই রানী
আমি     জানি জানি জানি ।

- রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর


My Raja

My Rani

Raja and Rani basking under the sun !


Raja and Rani basking under the sun !
Crowned with Jewels !

Raja o Rani adorning our Garden !




Tuesday, March 3, 2015

My world of Imagination 1 - Proshno

My vacation was "extraordinarily exceptional" for a number of reasons.One of them being my childhood memories relived at my parent’s places especially at the balcony garden.


We had a prose piece from Bibhutibhushan Bandopadhyay’s Pather Panchali in our secondary curriculum named “Apur Kolpona”.Bibhutibhushan’s Apu was a known romantic character.This prose piece was about Apu's fantasizing scenes from the epic Mahabharat. Whenever he had a glance at his backyard coconut tree, he would fervently visualize Karna trying to pull out the chariot wheel which was engulfed into the terrain. This habit of daydreaming is a very common affinity a child would have assimilated after having heard stories from mother or grandmother or someone else who had that “touch of a fairy wand” to take him or her to another world full of bewilderment and wonders (a world which you might not have heard about or seen earlier and hence you are free to imagine anything about it).


Everyone has an “Apu” inside – so do I. My imaginations centered mostly around Rabi Thakur right from childhood. Ma used to read out poems by this bard to me, sometimes for me to memorize them and learn by heart, sometimes as a bed time story of having been a good girl throughout the day and sometimes as a part of my elocution test preparation for in school. It is said that in order to recollect an event human brain tends to associate that with an object or aroma or may be with an imagination itself.And this time I had lot many objects and aroma to walk down the memory lane.

This simple yet fascinating arrangement of a pora matir statue gifted by my Boro Mama (big maternal uncle) now placed carefully at the base of a Poinsettia plant to team with the crimson color of the plant at our balcony garden reminded by of the poem "প্রশ্ন" which is very close to my heart. Glimpses of the day below as  I captured these snaps and experienced a refreshing flashback of golden memories ... I could imagine Ma reciting "প্রশ্ন" for me....


"মা গো, আমায় ছুটি দিতে বল্‌,সকাল থেকে পড়েছি যে মেলা।

এখন আমি তোমার ঘরে বসে করব শুধু পড়া-পড়া খেলা। "