The Great Enigma by Tomas Transtromer(অনুবাদ পার্থ মিশ্র)

১)   কাঁচের  বয়ামে সরীসৃপেরা শান্ত , গতিহীন।

কোন এক এলোকেশী তার বারান্দায় নৈশব্দ কে মিলে রেখেছে একান্তে

মৃত্যুও এখানে শৃঙ্খলা বদ্ধ , নিয়মানুগ।

আর নীচে মাটির গভীরে আমার আন্তরাত্মা  যেন এক ধূমকেতু, আমি টেরপাচ্ছি তার দুর্বার আর দুর্বিনীত বায়বীয়  এক শব্দহীন নিঃসরণের ।

 

 

২)    পথের শেষে এ এক নতুন পরাক্রম

অনেকটা পেয়াজের খোসার মত , একটার  পর একটা মুখোশ , শিথিল, কিন্তু আবিরাম তার প্রকাশ।

 

 

৩)   রঙ্গমঞ্চ গুলো  ছেড়ে চলে গেছে সবাই , এখন রাত গভীর

কিছু শব্দতে কেউ আগুণ ধরিয়েছে সামনের দালানে ,

আর তার নরম আগুনে আঁচ পোয়াচ্ছে সেই অনুত্তর চিঠি গুলো

যেগুলোকে কেউ কোনদিন দিনের আলোতে দেখবেনা ।

 

 

৪)     ফাঁসির আসামি যখন দেওয়ালে প্রথম হাতুড়ি মারে

আগুনে আকাশ পাক খেতে থাকে দ্রুত

কয়েদীদের ছন্দ আবার ফিরে আসে তাদের যে যার জীবন কুঠুরিতে

শোনা যায় পদধ্বনি সুর করে ।

ধূলোটে আর ধোঁয়াটে মাটির ওপর ভাঙ্গা দেয়ালে  তখন ছোট্ট ছোট্ট আকাশ

আর তার মধ্যে  থেকে উঁকি মারছে চাঁদের মত ভেঙ্গে ফেলা পাথর গুলো ।

 

৫)    শহরে ঢোকার মুখেই ঘন ঘন ট্রাফিক সিগন্যালের মত

শবযাত্রা গুলো একের পর এক এগিয়ে এলো ।

সহস্র সহস্র মানুষ ছায়া হয়ে ঘুরে বেড়াচ্ছে ছায়াদের দেশে ,

দূরে কোথাও ফুটে উঠেছে এক অস্পষ্ট  সাঁকোপথ

জীবন আর মৃত্যুর মাঝখানে ।

 

৬)     এক বদ্ধ ঘরের অন্ধকার চৌকাঠ পেরিয়ে আমার পা।

সাদা কিছু জীবনের নথি পত্র দেখতে পাচ্ছি ,

অস্পষ্ট সব ছায়ারা সেখানে হুটোপুটি করছে নিজের নিজের সাক্ষর দেওয়ার জন্যে,

ততক্ষণে আমার আলোক স্নান সারা , আর সময়ের ভাজে আপাতত নিজেকে মুড়ে নিয়েছি আপাদমস্তক।

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I am an ordinary man but I am a honorable man” : Revisiting & Reviving the esteem to be a Coal Indian.

(How important the Chairman’s speech is in any company? New Chairman’s Speech and how it matters for the company like CIL)

Every company is basically an identity workspace  , a space where the employee feels recognized with, an identity she or he heavily borrows from , again an identity which itself gets assimilated , consolidated over the time with the collective identities of these employees where organization always looking towards the excellence of the individual and to be known by the same. Now while reinforcing the extant or established identity or reengineering the newer experimentation, it is very much important to understand the psyche of the company we are constructing(or reconstructing) this identity. Normally when leadership grows from inside, his version or view of identity will be always different from somebody who enters from outside (industry or company). Even if the industry is generically characterized by any special trait or type of service /product it caters to or creates  , the identity and its interpretation will again vary. The insider who goes through the gruelling and grinding  of any company which may be entrenched with some specific process like mining , steel , FMCG  or entangled with specific  purpose  to be served like welfare , non profit , NGOs . The insider views are dotted with so many storylines , allegories of chivalry , valor  and achievement but equally punctuated with experience traps of hindrance, blockades , resistance , red tapes and such others. So scripts of speech of any insider must reflect these experience, exposure and decision making capacity of the incumbent whereas the outsider never has that past baggage to show case all these blues or bugs while speaking. The outsider always comes with some different perspective may be new and fresh to the company  but very much in vogue in the outside world where the incumbent worked.

So any speech from any body specially taking the reign of it or working at it’s helm must not miss or mesh with all the above narratives which has been duly processed over the past tenures of decades and so is very much expected to be put forward whenever given the chance to deliver. Industry like ours which always reels under the hardship of rough and rustic adversaries of all most all kinds like   natural hazards , oddity in working , confronting unions (although militancy was very past these days) etc always discounts any rhetoric or  dialogue from dais or playing to gallery  with sheer cynicism , apathy and anger. An industry grown on its own with scanty regard to any modern management theory (although being incubator of almost all of  them but in very crude way too silent and too shy to be advertised!! ) , CIL just gives a damn to any so called corporate culture and expects the people on the top must be plain speaking rather than weaving the cob web of words. There are industries where the more informed and erudite participants expects their head must be so called sauvé , savvy and sophisticated as well as erudite ,educated and enlightened enough while delivering their speech to connect with them. But not in our organization which by default overindulges in overtly more hazardous rather than just harsh environment  and believes in facts to be presented in its utmost lucid form. And people in command must speak their mind rather than spin the cobweb of jargons, gimmicks being obsessed with style of communication  bereft of substance of communiqué .

In the above pretext we must appreciate the first lecture of Mr. AK Jha the new chairman -elect  who while being contestant was always considered the underdog in the high profile grand prix(long protracted selection process culd not have any better name) for the post lying vacant for almost three quarter of the year. More aptly be described being a dark horse  in the chairman race as there a few other heavyweights’ names were round the corner , the man on dais simply has spoken his mind , confessed his passionate and protective personality as he described himself an ordinary but honorable man and narrated his realization in simplest term which suits best with the character of field we work.Never boasting of huge baggage of qualification, pedigree , charisma normally any chairman brings with his appointment ,he clearly felt enough humbled to be described a man with difference by some of his colleagues , he was more appreciative about the coal people at large rather than himself  and thanked the audience in the sprawling, soothing corporate auditorium  and the employees in the  scorching, rugged field all of whom have inspired him enough for their genuine worth and cause to be approved for their last pay hike. He very much rightly proposed himself to be a facilitator, a man in such post as always is desired to be rather than just the chieftain of the company. He was honest enough , he was frank enough and he was fair enough while admitting his indebtedness to almighty God and Goddess (Lord Jagannath and Ma Kali) with whose blessing he could have reached such height, he was grateful enough to the people of CIL who gave him chance to serve them. The man on the dais never spoken what he never practiced. The simplicity was blatantly unarming. No playing with words, no spinning the cobweb of inflated claim (about one self) and ingenuine promise (for others), Mr. Jha spoke long as much his inner self wanted. Yes sometimes he appeared to go overboard when he showed his concern for the employee and loved to address it one to one basis. Yes, it always needs much more panache to place employee first rather than just power, position or predilection to promote their cause. However emotionally charged these words may be, there was truth in his admission, there his heart and soul poured fully on what he uttered in those few moments of his love and respect for the people. A rarest cult in this industry who never forgets every bit of comfort anybody enjoys in elsewhere(HQ or office premises) apart from the hazard and hardship of the field  is always sweated out by our coal miner pitted against all possible odds in working zone (best be called war zone or winning zone of of king coal) , the man on the dais kept on reminding otherwise forgetful audience , about the sacrifice , sweat and suffering  our colleagues , or coworkers are exposed in real time in our workfields.And it was not  then at all surprising that the last claps  he desired after his emotional pitch from the audience is for those brave hearts , the strong warriors ,the resilient fighters in the frontiers called coalfields fighting against all odds in real time to fuel almost every turbine of our nation to kindle the light in every house hold and every shop floor.

Death of a colleague , Green House Gas and we are waiting for much more worse!!!!

The environmental cataclysm not any more is knocking your door, it already entered and passed your drawing room.

The impacts of global warming these days  are visible very fast and furious. We do not have to wait for the next misfortune or mishap to take place before we act upon as it is already wrecking havoc on every step and stride of our life.  Gone are those days to debate and discuss when we should act , now the time is already late and the damage already been caused and most of the time irreversible as expected. While situation had never been so emergent and alarming , so the issue is about how fast as well as how most we can do to manage the effect ie damage which is more needed than mitigate the risk of damaging(as damage already started to take over).So the time now is to understand this impact and undo all those misdeeds we kept doing till date sometimes knowingly and sometimes unknowingly at the cost of  first your cohabitants in the great world, then your fellow nationals , next neighbor ultimately ending up to your near and dear ones . There is no escape route as you yourself closed that route by your every misdeed or misadventure. You reinforce this enclosure (of damage turned destruction trap)  by your irresponsible use of fossil fuel for your jazzy car or sprawling air conditioned bungalow, by your careless attitude to nature , its fauna and flora life by never planting a single tree or preserving a single animal in your life. You choke the exit route of such carnage by just being oblivious of your neighbor or colleague’s ruthless exploitation of the nature by his or her own means . You never debated over the trade off between the chiseling and carving the road in front of your garage with chopping off the grandfather trees and trunks bearing the storylines of the green locality with its extended family of sparrows, jungle barbers and mynas which might be the source of those inspiring  lullaby in your childhood to fall asleep on the lap of your mother. You never intended into any discussion on the great exodus from draught effected land of Bidarbha ,Maharastra  or long absence of flamingoes or great Indian bastards which till very recent past rented  its winter resort in your local lake or water body. Even you skipped the second page column of your local daily covered on the ever increasing PM percentage in your town. Yes you missed it on every count and kept living in your own illusion of leading a healthy and happy life without even knowing that every wrong action of yours and inaction against those misdeeds just boomerang to hit you harder and sooner. To repeat it will hit you , yourself harder and harsher.

Very recently our department realized it  by loosing one of our dearest colleague Sri Pratim Adhikari who passed away in the age of 57 , quite premature but always presumed. Premature because the life expectancy of the man of his status could have been easily more than eighty . Presumed because he was suffering from a incurable disease called IPD. The debate about a death could have been ended here as disease not deterioration  of environment caused his death. But with a second look we can find the different picture . As the name IPD or idiopathic pulmonary disease suggests , the cause so also its cure is always unknown but it was very much known how the whole situation , stress of the patient got aggravated due to high polluted air to live in for such patient. The 20 km road to office everyday  he used to cover by sometimes public some times private conveyance were just stuffed with dust and dirt visible and invisible (and yes more dangerous they are )to settle on his already stressed  and stiffed lungs(progressive  pulmonary stiffness  is the symptom of this disease). The history of this disease might have not allowed to reverse  or recuperate  but the breathing pure air , oxygen full inhale could have retarded the progression which could not happen. In his own count and the family’s count his death hastened fast forward part of which was surely this un called for exhaustion of journey and stayed confined in a polluted zone where our office is located. May be the comfort and coolness  could not pose immediate problem for healthy one but for the stressed and sick , the surround is never very generous. So we lost the man next to us well before than expected which has hit us really hard. And while being in more ceremonial and compliance mode rather than committed or compassionate to our surrounding flora and fauna  we are missing the finer points between those long narratives of pledge , oath and competitive catch lines. And that is how far we are serious and sincere to save ourselves who may feel sound today but very become fast sick tomorrow and succumb to al those ailment incurable , fast aggravating day after tomorrow. Saving environment is no more saving only the greater world but our closer world , the lives of our dear and near one. The causality of decay(environment) and death(life) and destruction (surrounding) has never been so faster and fully visible in front of our eyes.

New freebies on the block (how their arbitrariness can just put your all plans haywire):

Since the constitution came in to be we have been observing how the over hyped care and concern for the marginalized and left over has created a huge  portfolio  of sops of quota , reservation, concession and exemption which have been simply doled out or dished out without any well orchestrated planning to develop them to deserve it . It is a holy grail no one , executive , legislative and even judiciary even dare to touch upon  as it always backfires(recently one such ruling by court  of atrocity act is being reversed by Govt by ordinance). But these days another burden added to the selection process specially in the top institutes which are always revered as the center of excellence where the entrance processes are being simply tainted with a good dose of arbitrariness , randomness and caprices. We observed it in 2014 when St Stephen college, one of the most revered college in DU declared its own cut off with some riders and selected a hundred to delist half of them in the next few days with a solo quote of “regret”. No explanation , no explication just a single line communiqué “ we regret the inconvenience .We observed again it in 2018 when we saw in a recent entrance of IGDIR , the board suddenly changed the numbers of reservation with introduction a new entrant  that (also after the entrance examination) and thus impacting the cut off (individual and summary both) with the new arithmetic which just caught the examinee napping in changed scenario who otherwise cleared  the threshold  taking by the judicious calls with proper hedge against risk of attempting any wrong answer loaded with negative marking. Now  again we get shocked to see another premium institute called ISI instead of taking the entrance under the same aegis, with same question and running same curriculum of courses across its different city branches went for discriminatory cut off by compelling the applicant to go for single option rather than preferential choice which is tested and rationale norm across the universe (IITs, IIMs  and so others). The very precarious situation created now where the students who after scoring higher cut off than the ISI-Kolkata , but just lower than ISI-Delhi simply gets deprived of any chance as they opted for Kolkata institute which they had to randomly (without any information to assess the risk of selecting any of two). The statistical institute suddenly forced the students to play the gamble which is simply uncalled for and unethical for any institute of education. The stake were so high that after even clearing cut off these unfortunate students (who had been forced to give undertaking for one institute of their choice) who toiled hard round the year , are feeling depressed by such ill luck. While meritocracy always respects labour rather than luck this institute just cherish the luck factor for their exam and now loves to be satisfied with a big chunk of examinee who scored less but got selected as their gamble clicked. What a crudest joke with selection process and that also from a premium institute which borrowed its reputation from the educationist like PCMahalanabish , SNBose and such others!!!

কলিকাতা চলিয়াছে নড়িতে নড়িতে – পার্থ মিশ্র

‘উবের’ ‘ওলা’ রা ধীরে ধীরে গিলে ফেলছে কলকাতার গল্প গুলো,

কলকাতার কথক ঠাকুর  সাদা কালো ট্যাক্সি গুলো এখন আর ইতিহাস বয়ে বেড়ায় না।

আভিমানী হয়ে ঘুরে বেড়ায় যাত্রী ছাড়াই ।

প্রশস্ত রাজপথে তাল মেলাতে পারেনা নতুন প্রযুক্তি আর বিলাসী  চলমান জীবনে ।

নিজেদের শহরে নিজেরাই ব্রাত্য , অপাঙতেয়

শীতাতপ সুদর্শন  গাড়ি গুলো কোন এক অদৃশ্য অন্তরজালে নিজেকে  জড়িয়ে অক্লান্ত সেবাতে প্রলুব্ধ করেছে এই প্রজন্মকে ।

নবীন যাত্রী গম্ভীর , গল্পহীন ।

আর কোন এক অদৃশ্য বিপণি শক্তিতে আজকের যাত্রা  , যান  আর  যাত্রি সবই সুনিয়ন্ত্রিত , যেখানে পুরনো ,ঢাউসগাড়িগুলো একবারেই অবাঞ্ছিত।

অথচ……

কত না কাহিনী সে বয়ে বেডিয়েছে সারা জীবন ।

নতুন প্রেম , প্রথম বহাল  নাকি  শেষ যাত্রা সবেতেই  তো সে ছিল কলকাতার সাথে ।

এই শহরের সাথে তার বড় হওয়া পিঠোপিঠি।

রেড রোডের গাচের ছায়ায় একটু জিরিয়ে নেওয়া  ,ধর্মতলার মালসা ভরা ঘন দুধের চা । ভোরের কুমোরটুলিতে  কচুরি জিলিপি।

সে এই শহরকে গড়তে দেখেছে  , ভাঙতে দেখেছে ।

অশান্ত এই শহর , উত্তাল এই শহর , মিছিলে হাঁটা এই শহর , আলসেমিতে ভোগা এই শহর,

সুখ অসুখ  এই শহরের সবই এত কাল বয়ে বেড়িয়েছে  সে এতদিন ।

আজ তাই সে বিলাসী সুখী গাড়িগুলোকে দ্রুত গতিতে পেরিয়ে যেতে দেখে  অকারণ অভিমানী ।

 

So many UG Mines are getting closed : Long live their legacies … Bidding adieu to these mines , the treasure trove of histories shelved for decades…

between running and ruins there left only some fables of journey …….today for the bus and tomorrow for the mine which sheltered the bus till date.

Written  on July 14 , 2017

Some of the underground mines are getting closed. Verdict have been passed , the time of discontinuity of work have been decided , the people are being put on notice to get transferred either by opting themselves or by obliging management’s order.
In fact by the latest diktat doing the round , these mines are to be shut and sealed literally. And I observe metaphorically also. These mines which are mostly half century or more old are not simply a few coal producing pits or inclines ,rather much more than that. With closure which were almost inevitable and expected for so many days(or years!!) are leaving behind them a string of stories , legacies and the allegories typical of any mine specially the underground which have been always the crude incubator of all those management theories and tools normally people goes to management school to learn. In the most raw and rustic form, these under ground mines or collieries have always been the birthplace of all those hyped word of corporate jargons like risk management , sustainability and scrums or project management which have been entrenched in running of the mines right from its inception or its first digging of the shaft or incline. The hunting ground of all those bravados , adventurer , chivalrous miners who just got enough seasoned to be called the veteran to cruise against all odds and have been winning the coal with so much stakes they put including their lives , these mines have been always like full organizations themselves. The miners who worked there are like those smart forces battling deep inside the terror zone of middle east Asia or land of insurrection back home fighting some asynchronous war with fast network , prompt decision and loads of intelligence inputs to run them smooth and safe .
By inheritance , these all mines own completely different combinations of tools and techniques and never follow any uniformity of management or standard operational modules although legislative frameworks , centralized formats or definitive functions have always been there in plenty. And here in this divergence of ways to do the same work (winning the coal and warranting the welfare of the people) lies its legacies , distinctively individual, indigenous and highly inspiring for any case study if we love to understand how an organization runs or ruins in a functional anarchy and continuous chaos . And here we saw every mine has its own stories of struggle, survival and then succumbing to the basic business principle which calls for closing a loosing mine because it just infects others , fast becomes a money sucker black holes and gets contagious.
Bearing the burnt of phased misadventure and occasional mishandling by promoter in its pre -nationalized period , union and management in post-nationalized era every mine had so many allegories and anecdotes to say , so many narratives to utter! Always being stuck up in the cross fire of greed(producing coal at any cost ) and grind(stringent rules and regulation) these all mines simply could not remind when they crossed over the wrong side of the LOC or Loss-making Operational Cost . It is a journey started long back which even before reaching the pick just are reverting back to zero thanks the cumulating of all those misadventures and meshed up planning and propositions.
The closure now will definitely pull the curtain over all those pains and paeans these mines have gone through all over these decades and if it is to be enliven at all they will be only in the scattered stories in the dismantled shadows of head gear , the engine room , the haulage cabin or the disappeared twilight rays in the dark inclines. Or the dilapidated school bus while withering way its hustle and bustle it left past so many years before kept mere witness of another demise , the demise of its tenant , the mine which sheltered it so long. Let’s hope the big old trunks(or pipple , mahogany )in front of the Pit Tops and the deep bushes surrounding the sumps will shelter those stories for the time to come.
Those great legacies are now going to be lost , long live those legacies.
Amen

The battle which was never supposed to be won :Obituary to our beloved colleague Adhikarida

Last month we lost our Adhikarida, Mr Pratim Adhikari who died of IPD or Idiopathic Pulmonary Disease , a critical lungs ailing condition which is ruthlessly irreversible ,immedicable and so incurable . You can restrict the disease or at best restrain it’s fast growth but cannot recover from it or get the patient recuperated anyway. Here the destiny was known and so the journey also and here you cannot avoid it (destiny)rather than evading it  and you can neither retract it(the journey)rather than retard it for sometimes more. And yes again here the options for somehow protracting or prolonging the journey also were very much limited but that never meant giving up  or letting it a walkover. Every malady in life  or work  deserves a good fight and must be challenged tooth and nail. So our Adhikarida also gave an intense fight to his  disease too critical and too complex  by any means. Critical as we gradually understood the whole outer look of the disease is very much pretentious although it eroded fast the life line of the patient ie body’s absorption power of oxygen. No wounds visible , no injury exposed , no ailing or suffering in any other part of the body , its all in the suffocating ,strangling and squeezing your air blower  and cut short your oxygen supply ,  the life gas for our existence , livingness. Complex in the sense as this disease  sets , spreads and sucks incognito . No root analysis , no cause finding and so no proper solution rather than just test and try , trial and error  using the  patient as a guinea pig or at best expecting some miracle. Every case of this disease as we found out gradually (and yes with the guidance of  the protagonist of the disease  our Adhikarida) was an unique case study , very much different and mostly experimental.

While we observed  the great battle from the ringside , we found more than a just colleague he was an inspiring fighter who simply took his ordeal to fight such menace underexplored and mostly inconclusively expdited  head on. Going frontal with anything and everything is a character the coal people as any veteran of Coal India love to cherish whole life. Working against the odds  while being posted in the rugged and rough terrain or pitted against rustic and ruthless forces like militant trade unions, unscrupulous suppliers and unforgiving bosses in the office simply make every one so seasoned wrongly or rightly , the guys here just take everything in their own stride , not only life but also life threatening disease and yes the deaths also. Here is the man I saw who took everything as a matter of fact , gave his effort to its best , and then bode us adieu  very coolly ,very confidently. The death of Mr. Adhikari just reminded us two very valuable traits of our  company which otherwise always boils with so many  unpleasant notes and those two are , our organization never leaves its employee untreated   or unattended when he or she falls ill and it always goes extra mile to secure and support the family of the person who suffers or succumbs to any disease whether to admit the best possible hospital or tendering the best possible treatment warranting guardian role to the kin of deceased to the extent possible. And the other is  about our CIL men in command whom I always adore no less than commandoes in their domain of work can fight with same chivalry and valor, with equal elan in their official, personal and physical distress . Our Adhikarida’s battle was very much complex and challenging. And yes he took the challenge upfront as he took so many times in his tenure in CIL. And to a great extent we have witnessed his war with his disease although he never allowed it to spill over to the open space. He fought it alone and silently. He fought it very bravely. Given the chance , he would have tamed it , managed it , manipulated it and overcome the challenge as he has done and dealt with so many assignment with coal companies. He has just executed  them so many times  and with so precision , he may be one of the very successful manager who mastered the art of deal making to get the job done anyway in his domain which extended from washery to Electrical to HEMM (we heard he used to head almost half dozen deptt in his project). He always wished had he been allowed to experiment the same style to seal a deal with the disease , the way he has settled and succeeded in field works. But yes this time the whole opponent is not only fearsome but also invisible, inaccessible and  invincible because world is yet to reconcile with the cause and care or cure  of the pulmonary  malfunction  and that also too progressive one ,called fibrosis a grossly unknown and unchartered territory  for the world of medics.

It was like a man was waiting for his last days and the organization, the medical world and the people surrounding were simply letting him to embrace helplessly. And from his part and perspective,  he tried  to keep on acting with all , at home, office, society with a pretentious wellness to camouflage the battle inside from everybody  from his close aides from his wife (as he told)everybody . This  all events of which we were the clueless spectators simply defined how he fought his own battle. It is more about redefining a disease rather than recuperating or recovering the irrecoverable as the name of the disease itself is self-explanatory that neither cause nor cure nothing about the disease is known till date. Idiopathic pulmonary disease or IPD as it is called,  an avatar which connotes the ambiguity and convey the inability to tackle this menace  which basically gets the lungs of person too stiffen and so too stressed to carry out its generic pulmonary function that is it’s contraction and expansion to allow sufficient oxygen to it. Once developed one can may try to keep his disease deferred or at distant but not decimated . In such battle zone ,the knowledge shift, the search engine, and the almighty Google just made our warrior Adhikarida more than a doctor where turf and territory  began and became more tough and so the tussle with every passing day of which we were  just passive observers.And the crux of such uneven battle where the opponent is yet to identified or assessed  so strategising the you war just impossible is like this. When the experts and experienced gave you ultimatum and doled out the destiny as inevitable ,the only option left for you is that you become your destiny , take the control , reign in it and prevail in it. Destiny normally gets explained as counting  the steps for  impending death when passively submitting to it, but it  also sometimes starts receding  or retreating once you take the control and redefine your mission or recalibrate your  lifeline. Here it is not just matter of survival but a memoir of struggle the holy  and happening struggle , you love to keep it as an instance to others while you  are passing your  last days and nearing your death. The option never been more restricted in your life when you understand the only way to escape or evade your rival is embattle it upfront.

So the man in action our Adhikarida now kept exploring everything possible in world of medicine , the disease ,the doctor , the diagnosis and the devise  to take on each and every one who or which mattered in his struggle.  While the disease (IPD) by default got a free pass to confuse and confound everybody of medical fraternity to understand its root and so its rout (elimination) or remedy, this gladiator simply tried to buckle its myth (that the rogue cannot be busted). As a patient himself he just keeps shifting his role suiting with time and task. Sometimes in the role of doctor, sometime diagnostic center, sometimes data analyser ,sometimes dietitians and many time developers of the cure and support system of the disease. He was a man in the laboratory of life , a moving experiment never ever ready to relent or  receive the fact that he was doing lesser than the development or study in this field till date. So it’s a new approach to the life and to the death. It is completely newer approach to keep you alive against all those uncertainties which have never been declared the risk ( a more technical comfort than the uncertainty the non rationale unseen)and never been dared to be cracked by the doctors or the researchers. The invincibility of it lies in the name while underlying diktat written on the wall. But here was this brave heart just vowed to give it full fight and vouched for his win over it.

As it was late enough to understand the enemy, so the battle demands intense retaliation.

Yes, any battle of life could have been started much earlier and so comparatively easier way provided we get to know who our enemy is inside us or outside of us. But in our life ,normalcy neither be defined nor be distinctly located till you are detected  to be bugged with some uncertain blues. You are walking down the aisle with your beloved ones, you are pouring down the best wine in an antique bar with the finest music of past to revisit yourself  through the memory lane or by-lanes of your past , or you just keep presenting a new initiative in your office by hooking , seeding and then signposting your dreams in the retinas of the wide eyed audience which may include your boss ,your colleague or your client and you never knew that while doing such variety of jobs in same breath you are also entering in future deal with some suffering and sorrow  with its allied pain and pricking (which may end as fatal or fearsome to the least of knowledge)through some infection (from outside)or some inflammation (from within). For this man also happened the same. While he was cultivating more his power of managing which he rightly described as mastering  the art of  operational excellence and tactical  manoeuvre you may call it sometimes manipulation (as he always described) to the extent possible in very much commensuration with the way his company normally demands ,the incurable disease called ILD started renting his lungs without his knowledge. While he was expanding his empire of power and  position to grab and grasp very nuances to run almost half dozen departments in his area of posting at one go , his lungs got just contracted and constricted to allow  to be run full throttle. When he was inflating the efficiency of him and his project he was working with by smart and fast maneuvering different deals inside , outside more in the line of informal thinking of the organization we are working in , his alveolus got deflated and so oxygen flow got restricted if not reduced. In his own confession it was a conflict between greed(of power) and grind(of performing) which grew gradually to this gruesome disease he never imagined neither was prepared to fight. But it was inevitable  as the continuous exposure to the thick cloud of finer coal dust of the  washery , CHP just created a huge churn inside the arteries and veins of the body as it does in the hopper of jig to segregate and size the coal. It was unstoppable as the power to absorb so much black particles simply was overestimated  while compared to our power to absorb all those black humors like full sarcasm and cynicism about coal. So the man who was in command over his job and jugglery of management to execute every assignment perfectly tuned to the wish of the company , could not simply judge the pulse or pulmonary malfunction inside his own body. It was so ironic as well as invincible , that Mr Adhikari simply got overwhelmed , overpowered and yes the first time ever in his life so helplessly. First time because as the storylines shared by the man simply spoke a lot about how he triumphed over or tricked over so many odds he had to face in his life sometimes by dribbling sometimes by daring  but never skirting it or shunning responsibilities. It is usual and universal for Coal people and so for Mr Adhikari. And while grown his fibrosis (the generic name of the disease) silently and got informed of its progressiveness(irreversible , incurable and yes indescribable and so idiopathic  in short) , the man in command simply got shaken at first instance but that was for sometimes to adjust and assess the uncertainty and unchartered territory he had to tread onwards. He then took the disease by its horn , consulting doctors, googling every symptoms , tracking every minutes of his pulse rate, oxygen concentration and yes continuously strategizing restrategizing the medication, habits etc.

While putting a dynamic diagnostic and treatment procedure which sometimes went overboard , the man got its grasp over the knowledge of the growth, acceleration the whole movement of the maladies but not the ways to check it , contain it. It was like you can feel your decay , deterioration and you also feel that it is inevitable , so the best thing you can do is that you can witness your journey and accordingly time with your different doable or duties before it was over. Adhikarida simply did that. He  was fighting hard and hurried in two fronts. In one side he was monitoring and whenever possible mending his life style, medication and yes the philosophy of life . In other front he was organizing everything to reinforce support system to his family in his absence. As a veteran , he just kept doing the both so coolly and confidently as if he must not have repented beyond life . Tell it his natural organization skill or affectionate being as father or husband , he simply did the both with equal elan and passed away in a very calculated style. Amazingly he was so confident about his days left in life . In fact barring the last mesh up of some over medication or alternate medication which can be hardly told  wrong one , he might have not repented anything he has done to keep fighting  the disease as gladiator .

Adhikarida is no more and we are intensely aggrieved with his demise however inevitable it was . We have to take long time to get along with the reality as we are not Adhhikarida confident and composed while living and while dying . As  every death or demise must  prove how much alive or lively we were  and so  here proved by Adhikarida not just by his a very amicable , jovial life but also a stoic , stolid death.

 

 

“Alchemy of Sorrow” by Charles Baudelaire “এক অন্য পরশ পাথর”

একজন এসেছিল তীব্র ভালবাসা নিয়ে , আরেকজন শুনিয়েছিল তার বিষাদ গাথা ,

একজন বলেছিল সবকিছু শেষ হবে কবরে , আরেকজন শুধু জীবন আর যৌবনের গান গাইছিল

ভয় আর ভালবাসার মাঝখানে তুমি আমাকে এক পরশপাথর ভেবেছিলে , এক অন্য পরশ পাথর ।

কারন আমি সোনাকে করেছিলাম লোহা আর স্বর্গ কে নরক , আর সেই দুর্দান্ত নরকে আমি খুঁজে পেয়েছিলাম আমার পরম দয়িতের মৃতদেহ।

আমি সেখানে বানিয়েছিলাম আমার  প্রেমের সমাধি স্তম্ভ

 

 

‘Paris Spleen’ by Charles Baudelaire অনুবাদ পার্থ মিশ্র

আমার সহস্র বছরেরও অতীত এই স্মৃতি গুলো ,

এই কারুকাজ করা সময়ের ঝুল মাখা একটা সিন্দুক  আর তাতে ভরে থাকা কিছু কবিতার টুকরো , হিসেবের খাতা , প্রেমের কয়েক লাইন, আদালতের লডাই, আর শোকগাথায়।                                          সেই ফেলে যাওয়া অলকা চূর্ণ  , আর পাংশুটে হয়ে যাওয়া সংসারের খেরোর খাতা কেবলই মনে করায় আমি কতই না চতুর আর নিষ্ঠুর ছিলাম ।                                                                                         সেই সারিবদ্ধ সব  মৃতারা আজ শস্য ক্ষেত্র থেকেও  বিস্তৃত এক পিরামিডের পাদদেশের অন্ধকারে শায়িতা বহুযুগ ধরে।                                                                                                                                     আর আমি  যেন  চাঁদের আলোর থেকে  অনেক দূরে এক ব্রাত্য সমাধিক্ষেত্র ,যেখানে আমার প্রেমিকের কিটদ্রস্ট শরীর পড়ে আছে একা ও অনেকদিন।

ঝরে পড়া গোলাপ এলোমেলো ছড়িয়ে রেখেছে কিছু বিষন্ন রং কোন এক দুঃখী ক্যানভাসে,                    তার নিষঙ্গ নিশ্বাস সুগন্ধি আতরের মত জড়িয়ে রেখেছে সময়কে।

টেনে হিঁচড়ে চলা দিনগুলো , অনিচ্ছুক, অকারণ আর অনাবশ্যক জীবনের দিনগুলো,                    সঙ্গত কারণেই তাদের অমরত্ব  হারিয়েছে।

কবিতার মুখবন্ধ (‘Prelude’ by Tomas Transtromer) অনুবাদ পার্থ মিশ্র

রাতের স্বপ্ন থেকে সরাসরি সে ঝাঁপ দিয়েছে বাস্তবের সকালে।

এক বহমান সকাল, এক সবুজ সকালের দিকে সাঁতার কাটছে সে সমানে।

পেরিয়ে যাচ্ছে ধীরে ধীরে জেগে ওঠা এক বাস্তবের সকালকে ।

ভোরের পাখীর মত চাক্ষুষ করেছে সে মাটির নীচে শেকড়ের রহস্য,

আর তার আলোকমালার নিঃশব্দ প্রতিসরণ।

অথচ মাটির উপর শুধুই সবুজের সমারোহ,

আর তাদের ঊর্ধ্ব বাহু হয়ে শুনতে থাকা অদৃশ্য হৃদয়ের স্পন্দন।

ভেসে যেতে চাওয়া শত আলোক বর্ষ দূরে সূর্যের কুহরে।

সময়ের সে এক আকুতি জ্বলে যেতে চাওয়ায় , পুড়ে যেতে চাওয়ার।

আর তারপর ই…।

তারপর ই মুহূর্ত থেমে যায়,

দাঁড়িয়ে পড়া পল অনুপল হটাতই ডানা মেলে দিগন্তের দিকে,

উড়তে থাকে নিঃসীমের দিকে , নীচের স্বচ্ছ , সুনীল জলরাশি ছুঁয়ে।

ঠোঁটের নীচে এখন শুধুই বিস্তীর্ণ জলরাশি,আর তার অতলে চক্রাকারে ঘুরতে থাকে মেসোপটেমিয়ার বিস্মৃত কোন এক লয়,তাল,সুর ।

এ যেন দিনের প্রথম প্রহরের চেতনাতে বেঁচে থাকার স্বরলিপি,

এক রৌদ্রতপ্ত পাথরের মুঠোবন্দী হয়ে থাকার কাহিনী।

ছায়ার প্রলোভনে আটকে থাকা  ক্লান্ত পথিক ,সবুজ ডালপালা ছাড়িয়ে দেখতে চাইছে ওপরের আকাশ,

মৃত্যুর আবর্ত কেটে সে এখন পরখ করবে জীবনকে,

আর সেই আলোকেই এবার তার কাঙ্ক্ষিত ধারাস্নান ।