মনে আছে সোমবার?

মনে আছে সোমবার?





হাওয়া থেকে গড়ানো দিন- 

এমন মিহিন

এর চে' ভাতঘুম ভালো।  

নমিত দালানের পাশে

পড়ে থাকে টেলিফোন, 

প্রিয় বন্ধু'র বয়সী

কেউ অবাক রুমাল। 


উচিত ছিল পাথরকুচি।

শুধু চোখে চোখ,  

দু' পায়ে জারুল।


হাত ধরো, শ্রাবণী!  

ঘুম ও ঘোরের মধ্যে 

চুম্বন করো আমাকে। 

শূন্য শিথান ছুঁয়ে 

শপথ করো- তুমি কেউ নও 

যেকোন মাধুরীর নিচে

চির লজ্জিত এ জীবন।  


--
(৩০/৩/২০১৭)










With Parched, there is more than meets the eye

This is just to note down couple of random thoughts I came up mulling over after watching Parched. It’s a movie about a single mother, an abused wife and a sex worker and how they choose to live by their choice despite being in patriarchy.



 An ‘official’ father- how much mandatory for a society?
Parched made me wonder about the concept of official father and it’s relevance in future society when Lajjo (Radhika Apte) decided to leave her impotent husband whose only expertise was pretty much limited to beating up and torturing her. She got a promotion at work and, at some point, had no other choices but to move forward leaving her village that always tagged her as a barren woman. Not just to prove herself to the society but also to feel how it is really like to be a mother, she had sex with a complete stranger and found herself pregnant afterwards. One night, frustrated and beaten up, she managed to burn down her house with her husband inside it. Eventually, she moved on quite happily along with her friends and a baby in her belly! Now the question is – if she can take care of herself and the baby, does it really matter who the father is? And, if it doesn’t, then why can’t we have Father’s Name as something optional to fill out in any official forms? Or, is it too early to ask that?  

There is no harm in Bollywood item numbers. It’s just us!
One of the leading protagonists of Parched is a sex-worker who performed in tempting dance-items in the movie. She was portrayed as a healthy, confident, sexy woman rocking the stage to a bunch of drunken men dancing, head banging, acting crazy in the process of worshiping, airing desire to her. However, it was she who ran the entire show. It was she who was in control of everything that happens in her periphery. She took lead in every step with sultry moves and rests just followed, which is, I believe, more or less no different from any other Bollywood item numbers. But, the question is – if this is really the case of item numbers where a healthy woman exposes herself on purpose be it for money or, for cheap fun and entertains a large audience no matter how insane they’re, then what’s wrong with it? How it demeans the way we should appreciate women in general? Why can’t someone be desirable and equally respected at the same time? Banning item numbers, I think, will do no good to the world. Rather, it’d be an acknowledgment of patriarchal society where we’re incapable of changing our views that we’re bound to respect women only as a mother or a sister, not as a bar dancer, not as a sex worker. Truth be told, I see no harm in Bollywood item numbers. It’s just us and our misogynistic mind. Perhaps, what would be more sensible for the industry rather than banning item numbers, is to endorse male actors to do similar performances and make it gender-neutral over time.

Feminism is more about Men
Most of the issues feminism deals with revolve around how men value women at work, in family or, wherever they collaborate. Therefore, men should be put in more focus of all these changes. In Parched, a mother left her deranged son before she let her son’s wife flee with her lover. An abused, supposedly barren wife conceived baby of a complete stranger to get rid of her impotent husband. The seductive dancer dropped proposals of her male partner (pimp?) just to be on her own. All these to say - it’s the men who needs to be in the classes of feminism in the first place.  


(27/3/2017) 

কেমন করে কাটে আমার.....এমন বাদল-বেলা

'Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. 
Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? 

In the busy moments of the noontide work 
I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day 
it is only for thee that I hope. 

If thou showest me not thy face, 
if thou leavest me wholly aside, 
I know not how I am to pass these long, rainy hours. 
I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky, 
and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind.'
- Tagore