Politics Revisited!

Well, as the title implies.. today my post will be a bit *political*  in the terms of the recent *political history recreated* in Bengal.. initially I was a li'l apprehensive  to issue such a controversial and mature subject but then it would have been wrong on my side if I don't speak a word or two following the same..

I have left Bengal some 5 years down the line, and may be today I will be considered a neophyte to address such a grave matter but still I believe the innermost of me which had the upbringing in a highly conservative family who believed and still believes in severe Marxism. But as the 'black sheep' of the family who always went against the stride I never ever supported the bloody political views of Stalin or the illogical theories of Marxism.. I was always vocal about my apolitical thoughts and invited some hard-hitting criticism on my part from my heavy-weight political relatives. I couldn’t relate to the fact that how some big-wigs could only think about power or political strength other than doing something active about the progress of the state.. am a staunch supporter of my hometown, so if someones ever points out the shortcomings of  Kolkata, I strongly objects but then always in my back of mind I know that to some point they are right, we boast ourselves as one of the most intelligent and cultural individuals, with so much high heritage of music-art-literature.. we have Rabindranath Tagore, Satyajit Ray, Sukumar Ray, Sourav Ganguly to be proud of.. and at the same time we have Jyoti Basu, Subhash Chakraborty to be ashamed of.. we have the same party slogans to do nothing but to shout, Bandhs, Dharnas to be acclaimed for.. I wont lie there was a time when I wanted to join the political bandwagon (not of the existing power-greedy parties) but with some independent bodies who will think of people, for the people... but couldn’t do anything.. and now when I have grown into a strong independent lady still am stuck in the family life and putting my political ambitions in the backburner.. But chalo for a change at least someone had the guts to fight the CPIM's from the Bengal's political arena.. so kudos to Mamata Banerjee... but am still very unsure whether the Kolkatans will ever be free from the clutches of the political "drama"!

Well, to end just thought of sharing one of my experience related to the polls.. till date I have only casted my vote twice, during the first one I was thoroughly guided by my father and during the second & last poll I decided on my own to go for the "refuse to vote" option ( An article 49-O of the Indian Constitution allows you to do so). As I went inside the polling room, pre-decided to refuse my vote, got my verifications, signed the copy reverse, God knows why but that what the officials insisted upon. Maybe they saved a bit of 'hard work' - the 'hard work' of turning the copy every time someone signed.

And then I said " Ami amar ta vote ta cancel korte chai."

One official replied "Maane?"

Another said "Shey abar ki? Erokom hoy na, cancel korben maane?"

                       

I explained "Ami vote ditey refuse korchi."

Then one of the literate poll official said "Haan haan eta hoy, kora jay."

A visibly reluctant official said " Eta koriye dichhi, kintu apni amader khatalen beshi," he wrote down "refuse to vote" beside my name, visibly dissatisfied by the extra khatuni I imposed on him.

I went on to get the voter mark on my hand when the person giving the mark said “Apni to vote e denni keno debo daag? Debo na.”

“Apni bhul korchen ami vote diyechhi, niyom onujayi apnake kali lagatei hobe”, I replied.

“E abar kemon vote dewa holo, keno kali lagabo?”, asked the person controlling the EVM.

“Etao ek prokar vote dewa, kali lagan”, replied the official who seemed to be the most knowledgeable of the lot.

And there was I. Democratic right fully exercised while being a good citizen.

But the furore I created in a calm & quite polling booth with some ignorant officials just by refusing to vote proves one thing, that the common people hardly know theirs rights & some of the basic rules of the game. That refusal to vote after registering yourself in a polling booth was to me a slap to all those politicians and parties to whom the only thing that matters is the exploitation of power. The very fact that none of the political parties let know the common people of 49-O proves that what they care is selfish gain and in this way they are exploiting the common people of their basic rights. I’m sure only a handful of Indian citizens (especially Bengal citizens) know of this rule. Had they known it I personally feel a huge number of people would have chosen this path.

But anyways sob bhalo jar sesh bhalo.. ami holam lagamchara bebak manush.. so my thoughts, views don't follow the category of regular things..

Monalisa Mukherjee.

Angry clouds in the horizon

When they say that humans are the most hypocrites creatures in the earth.. bull's eye! They are right to the T.. am angry.. am frustrated.. am fuming.. since last 2 days.. I mean who gives the right to the others to decide for me.. whether I should be loyal towards my duties (questionably designated).. why on the earth should I take the responsibility of everyone's wishes/desires to be fulfilled..?

If you dont want any of my arrogance, dont ask for it.. dont provoke me till I snap.

My life always runs high on drama, I dont need any more of that crap. If you fail to understand others, dont expect them to understand you.. If you disrespect a person (irrespective of how young or old the person is) do not expect to be treated well. The world doesn't work that way.. it's high time you realise that. Nobody needs your crap, we have minds of our own and we dont need your advice / lessons for that..

Just let me be.. do the needful and for the love of God/dog/food/whatever - leave me alone!!!

Save your Broadstreet performance for some other person/some other time.

I am not gonna declare who this post has been written for, coz I dont wanna any more trouble. But if that person ever comes across this post, I want him to know how I really feel..

It's silly I know, but right now am so mad, I cant think about nething else. So here's hoping someday you get a piece of my mind. Dont try forcibly to be the epitome of frustration and B-grade drama. You have invited the encrusting pain for me - a pain so fierce that it numbed everything to the point that I have forgotten how to feel.. but am not quite.. and will not remain so.. waiting for the right moment to give back all which were uncalled for me.

Monalisa Mukherjee.

Survivin' the scorchin' sun!

Delhi is reeling under scorchin' sun.. one of the gr8test woes of the Delhiites!! Every year during the summer we (am I a Delhiite yet :-s) not certain though!! But still 5 years have gone by and by this time I have partially transformed to a Delhiite.. well where was I.. Hmm.. yeah every year we just hope and pray that the summers will be a bit bearable n tolerable in Delhi... but alas! it's not meant to be.. it's like every day is the fight for the survival of the fittest especially for the women species who needs to struggle hard in the kitchens aprt from doing other chores.. Facing this woe is like living the sadness, tiredness, thirstiness..

Last nite I was awake till the wee hours.. listening to Linkin' Park after a decade, well H was sleeping and I couldnt afford to hear him the "hard rock music " without my headphone on.. didnt wanna him to go thru the torture of the banging of the hard drums and percussions in that oppressively hot night! After a while my uneasiness (of course derived from the weather), got soothed and I went to the balcony.. well now many would say why lose sleep for this climate issue... the problem is the issue is not petty at all as I cant bear the 'summer blues' and though I wasnt asleep till so late, it didnt mean I am losing my sleep!

Actually on the second thoughts as my kind and helpful nature goes, I was giving company to the dimly lit streets, the bored stars, the stressed out half moon..

Hearing the sounds of the night insects buzzing around, discouraging stray dogs to "hang out" on the rooftop of our car, watching the night guard roaming around to keep our unguarded vehicles guarded..

Unfortunately no one gives credit for such noble deeds.. most of the times neither do I.. except in the moments when smokes rises from the ashes.. loneliness descends in a life full of family members n friends.. desperation to run everything smoothlyaround.. constantly cause inner confusion!

These are times when I write useless things.. now that am done with my trash writing.. I wonder what was this article really about?! Ahm! Lemme know as soon as u have any clue about it.... till then Ciao!

Monalisa Mukhejee!

Utterly boring day!

Today I am spending an utterly borin' day since morning.. in office but feeling like boozing off, normally during the weekends my nerves struggles hard to remain active thruout the day..in the IT industry the word boredom is synonymous to our daily activities of coding, re-programming, de-coding.. and all that tiresome terms.. phew!

My hubby dearest is back from his POA trip after 3 nights and 4 days but still couldn't manage ample time to recreate our romantic moments! Feeling like having a long drive, not of course in the scorchin' sun but during the late evening and having my fav Kwality Walls Mango Zap leaning back in my car seat..  anybody who reads this will wonder how can someone prefer Kwality Walls in this ultra-modern enviro!! That's me of course.. I still prefer my old ice cream vendor to Italian Gelatos'! Back in the mind am still the simple girl in her late twenties'.. Simple thoughts, simple silly demands, plain tastes, unadorned living.. wow!! such judicious thoughts!

BTW what crap am writing?? The Micromax tagline is just perfect to define my current status.. Nothing like anything!

I do really need to vent out so many things which are inside my mind.. but no one is interested to listen to me.. or may be I am not interested to tell anyone what's on my mind...

Now that I have found out a way to vent out.. I can't figure out what to write with no fault of mine.. the deskphone is ringing horridly.. distraction to the point of infinity!! So I have to go back to my boring job.. till 5:30 in the eve... then I am off to my yearing long drive... ok not a loooooong one.. but whatever it is.. it will be a drive.. to the Bengali market of CR Park.. as tom is Sunday, and our Sunday lunch comprises of mutton from a particular shop located out there.. yummy!!

Signing off with a promise to return with something more promising!

Till then Ciao!

Monalisa Mukherjee.

First Day of E-Bloggin!

Well here I am.... to scribble about my life, my family, my lively world!! No creative stuff, no intellectual fundas.. no overgorging talks.. I simply started this space to put in my daily accounts (if time permits), to unwind my cluttered mind (there are so many things to share).. and of course sometime to publish my inner thoughts.

Today let's start by sharing one of my favorite poem titled "Guest House", which can somewhat give some inner views about me and my thoughts.

"This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond."



Let's hope this marks a gr8 journey of my newest addiction.

Monalisa Mukherjee.