Sadar Charan Sparsh

 

I return after the Sunday break.. again more of a habit than any other reason for not being there on the day.. we all learn that patriarch of West Bengal politics.. the man who was chief minister for the longest period of time.. the man who became synonymous with CPI(M) in the country.. the man we all know as Jyoti Basu or simply Jyoti Babu could not continue any longer with his life..

 

I wish the whole lot of Bengal has enough strength to bear the loss.. the Marxists in the country may know that people like Jyoti da come along only once in a life time.. the politically learned may throw more light on him than I could do with all my little knowledge of the game.. yet I understand that Jyoti Basu had some charismatic view of the people of West Bengal.. probably he knew them as well as he might have known his own self.. there may have been more influential chief ministers in the history of India.. there may have been far too many who lived stuck to their ideals.. yet Jyoti Basu must have been a cut above all those.. when I say this I have in my mind the image of West Bengal and Kolkata in particular as the most sophisticated set of Indians as far as their understanding or keenness to understand things is concerned.. if Bangla community continued to support him for such long stints in the prime chair.. he must have deserved it richly..

 

I shall come back to some other parts of the post later in the day.. yet I would be happy to cheer Bangladesh as probably they might just find themselves in with a chance to topple the number one test side in the world for the first time.. I do nt see anything wrong with what Sehwag might have said of Bangladesh bowlers.. I have no intentions of following the game on Television.. I have no inclination to find test cricket being as surprising as the other two formats.. I do not want it to prosper or flourish that much.. and I know Bangladesh are already a formidable one day and T20 side.. and that is all that is important to me.. loosing or winning is not important to any game.. it is the spirit with which any sport is played.. I would for instance only be waiting to see if Sachin could extend his Hundreds tally one more post further to its 43.. he is amazingly talented..he is coming close to beat Kapil Dev for me.. if he could continue in the same manner for two more years I would not be surprised if he could have Hundred of Hundreds in the International cricket..

 

I take leave for now.. with the hope that Server has not blacklisted me for some reasons.. the number of posts that Vanished into non-acceptance could also be the logic why I did not write yesterday.. it is all right.. it is not a complain.. I have had far too great acceptance at the blog than I expected.. it is almost exceptional to be here almost everyday..

 

Love, Affection and Regards

Abhaya Sharma, 18 January 2010 9:40 AM

Post Script.. It si the day when Dr. Bachchan had died or declared so.. I have been having in my mind the day as 19^th January.. that was probably the day when he was cremated.. I don’t know what should be followed.. the day you are declared dead or the day you leave this world after the actual rites performed.. I know Brother would be missing him everyday after that.. so do I.. though I never met him all the time he lived for almost as much as Jyoti Basu.. no, no, I did not meet Jyoti Basu either.. yet I met Dr. Bachchan on November 28 2009.. through the body and language of his illustrious son.. that is known as big b.. a meeting I can never ever forget..

 

आदरणीय भाईसाहब

सादर प्रणाम

 

होली के शुभ अवसर पर एक गीत प्रस्तुत कर रहा हूं

 

एक गीत सुनाता हूं मन का

मन मीत कहीं ना खो जाना

हो सके तो भूले से ही तुम

इस जीवन में फिर आ जाना

 

एक गीत सुनाता हूं 

 

है प्रीत अगर सच्ची मेरी

सपना बनकर ही आ जाना

मैं आंख बिछाये बैठा हूं

फिर वापस आकर मत जाना

 

एक गीत सुनाता हूं

 

हो सके तो फिर से जीवन में

जीवन का गीत सुना जाना

सुनकर मैं गर सो जांऊ कभी

फिर भी प्रियतम तुम ना जाना

 

एक गीत सुनाता हूं

 

अभय शर्मा, भारत, 11 मार्च 2009 10.54 रात्रि प्रहर

 

Post Script : I shall attempt a translation in a while for friends like Rose, Reeham et al

 

I sing along a song of my heart

Oh my beloved don't ever get lost

If by any chance alone

Do return to my life once more

 

I sing along a song

 

If my love is true indeed

You come to me in  dreams

My eyes are set on the path

Never go back once you come

 

I sing along a song

 

If it were possible in the life

Come sing me song of life

If I get asleep in that while

Don't go away for a mile

 

I sing along a song

 

Brother and the rest of guys who could read the Hindi version would find that there is not exact meaning and flow in the English version but the essence is very much there. I hope it was likable, I am not a big poet nor do I wish to become one, if I could please even one person with my writings I would consider that Gods have been kind to me! I was telling Rose about this post a short while ago, and I am sure she would definitely try to read if she gets time!

 

My translation is specifically for my friends in Russia - (E)Lena, Lyudmila, Zhenya, Tatiana (US based) and several other non-Hindi speaking friends on this blog.  Reeham, Rasha and several others may understand the spoken Hindi but I doubt if they can read the Hindi fonts. And I had forgotten my German and Brazil friend earlier, It is also meant  for them !