An Era of Misplaced Associations

Recently I was reading an interview of dear director-friend Amartya Bhattacharyya. Without a doubt, it was as insightful as it could be. One of the golden statements he made there has stuck with me since then – “Our brain was never meant to be a hard disk; it was always meant to be the processor. And you have to use it like one.

This particular statement doesn’t tell us anything that we don’t know. Rather it just serves as a reminder to something that we have forgotten. For some time I have been observing the infatuation among people with associations that are misplaced at the first place. Many of them happen out of ignorance about which they are themselves ignorant. And ever since these random thoughts kept kissing my leisurely moments, I have been asking myself – Where did we going wrong and what has led us into this hollow, brazen self? Indeed it is this rendering of our already underutilized piece of a brain as mere storage centers has reduced it now to a defunct hardware add-on.

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The Virtual Self – Social Media ‘weds’ I

Social media during its nascent days were designed to socialize, spread and connect mostly with friends who have spread out to various geographical locations. It used to be an equivalent of a mushy mushy love story being written over the internet, with no demons and villains nor twists or turns. All it did was extend a little bit of sweetness to life. In today’s time it is one of the most important activity that needs to be accomplished after getting up from bed, before retiring to bed and at times while at bed; ensuring our virtual social network is made aware of our thoughts, opinions, and preferences, at times, accompanied with the cost of sounding either condescending, stupid, naive or wise. Everybody and everything has to be on social media – right from the departure of flights to wishing someone in the family stationed in the next room to giving insights on issues hitherto unknown to the general 4G public.

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An Odia’s rant against Odia(s)

Well how much of Odia is left within us? How much of Odisha do we know that we want to defend ourselves? Well this blog has nothing to do with what Mr. Markandey Katju said, but it certainly has to do with everyone who consider themselves to be an Odia suddenly and had that surge of love for the motherland to give vent to their rant and ire. Since many years, every now and then I have come across articles and write ups where how beautifully we talk about our ‘past’ glory and try to show pity on people who have no idea of what Odisha is or where it lies in the geographical map. I have attended seminars and lectures and if those had anything to do with art, literature or culture it starts with the same alaap of ‘past’ glory of Odisha and ends with that.

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If only GOD … too could have enjoyed

Today, after many years I watched a local crowd during the “Idol Immersion” procession, normally called as “Visarjan” which happens on the last day of a festival. Those enthusiastic, high on adrenaline bunch of idiots (oops I mean super dancers of India) were all dancing to the melodious tunes of ‘Naagin‘, ‘Sheila‘ and ‘Munni‘ songs. I find those DJs, loudspeakers blaring the sweetest (read cheapest) of songs and the crowd dancing with the most suggestive steps – certainly not palatable to my idea of “devotion”, “prayers” or “worship”. However, as I kept staring at the Lord’s idol, which was leading the entourage on an open truck, it seemed like the Lord made a few discreet b-buoying steps on one of those hip songs.

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Of Dreams and Reality

Once again, you run into one of those abstractions. The dark alleys, the numerous improbable union of structures, characters and moments come together squeezed into a plot of tiny imagination. The plane is real. The voices are real. The curtain rises and I enter for real. I recognize the objects around me, I gave them familiar faces so as to comfort me. But there is a strange resistance in the way they looked. Their emotions are not mine and I didn’t know.

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Goodbyes and Memories

Deaths are such humbling moments, more so when it suddenly happens to someone you knew among friends or family members. One of the basic thought that come to the still-undecided-but-contemplative mind is – to look back as far as you know about the person, the living being who just bid farewell to life – and then try to assess yourself the balance sheet of their life (life which is one big lie); evaluate the futility of some of their actions or the profoundness of many of their decisions; may be make a sophisticated attempt to place their significance (or for the matter of fact their entire existence) in the context of our lives.

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