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JU : Jadavpur University

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JU : Gate No - 4



The fourth gate at JU ...

Beyond the gate
are sashayed imaginations
a distance to ponder by the pond

Beyond the gate
are writings
blotched on the walls

Beyond the gate
are hordes of theories
that position to be untouched
just read, write, imagine

and of course smoke.



beyond the gate…


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Revisiting Memories

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"Revisiting Memories": Pictures snapped in Sikkim and Arunachal Pradesh, India, 2014-2015.



1700, Arunachal Pradesh, 2014.

Arunachal Pradesh, 2014
"I was here".

Arunachal Pradesh, 2014 enroute 1700, 1800, Bomdila.

Pakkigaon, Sikkim: Season of Oranges, 2014

Mouth watering oranges, Sikkim, 2014.

Lower Okhrey, Sikkim, 2015.

Puyretar, Sikkim, 2015.

Burikhop, Sikkim, 2015.

My Village:
A clear view after incessant rain and violent winds.
During the month of Chait - Baishak.
Sikkim, 2015.

My Village:
A clear view after incessant rain and violent winds.
During the month of Chait - Baishak.
Sikkim, 2015.


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Santherem

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Alcohol is better known as Santherem in the hills.

Santherem

Santherem, a bit artful.
We use it during birth
death, failure, love and in being.
It helps softening feelings
your frame of mind.

Man shouldn't be hard with life.
Life has a life of its own.
Santherem is an art to listen
and let flow songs of freedom
and nothingness.
The larger frame of mind.

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Palpasa Cafe

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“Palpasa Café” 

Writer: Narayan Wagle 

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Language: 

Original (Nepali), 

Translation (English and Korean) 

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Genre (s): Novel 

Publisher: Nepalaya (Kathmandu) 

Publisher: Random House, India. 

Price: Rs. 199, 

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First Year of Publication: 2005 

ISBN: 978-9937802109 


 
Palpasa Cafe by Narayan Wagle.


Nepali literature is yet to be explored, while excavating the Nepalese and Gorkha writings, one can find writers equal to the stature of Murakami, Mo Yan, Marquez and Pahmukh. Nepali literature can compete at any level; the only things required are exploration by the readers’ and usher of love, time and interest towards Nepali literature. Let Nepali Literature bloom in the garden of world literature.



“Palpasa Café” is a novel by Nepali author Narayan Wagle. The story is weaved beautifully with the Nepalese Civil War that lasted for 10 years in Nepal starting from the year 1996 to 2006. It was an armed battle between Nepali armed forces and Maoist forces with an aim of overthrowing the monarchial rule. Palpasa Café is an outcome of the decade long uprisings that portrays the anguish of Nepal during the war era.

The story mostly revolves around two characters, Drishya, a painter by profession and Palpasa. But each and every day happenings of turmoil Nepal has been beautifully wickered. The novel starts in a narrative metafictional way hearkening the readers on a voyage not travelled, after which the protagonist (Drishya) amidst the inception of chaos and disorder (Murder of Monarch) in the country gets arrested alongwith many innocent faces.

I believe Art is above existence, sameway the writer has really placed the level of Art to the metaphsyic level. Art is exposed in each and every echelon; a painter’s spacious mind obsessed with art is portrayed from the starting chapter which starts in Goa, India. The protagonist (painter) falls in love with Palpasa (A homecoming amateur film maker). Narayan Wagle is often referred as formalist for his usage of form over content but still Wagle has beautifully crafted the intricacies of the demography with the life lived the various characters in the novel.



The novel has feminist expression as most of the voices are accentuated by female characters like Phulan, Hajur Ama (Grandmother), Palpasa, Jemina, Christina etc. The dominancy of the opposite counterparts stays veiled even at the narratives.

Wagle who is also known for his thoroughness of detail and poetic imageries through the presence of his protagonist Drishya has briefly pictorised the canvas of agitated era with adroit caress. Palpasa Café  as the name itself label aspects like Love, Despair and Art gets more intense and tragic as it reaches its end. Drishya, while returning back towards home from his native country side accidentally he happens to meet Palpasa, as she dies in a lethal trap; Drishya gets arrested unexpectedly from his gallery leaving his assistant Phulan (readers’) all alone. 

With this, I take my hands off and leave you thirsty. Quench your thirst, springs are not far-off.



About the Book:

The book has been a best-seller in Nepal, creating a sales record for a Nepali book of 25,000 copies in the first year. It was Wagle's first book. Since its release, the book has received many honours including the highly prestigious literary award in Nepal, the Madan Puraskar. The book has also been translated into English and Korean language.

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Kshar/ Akshar (Perishable/ Imperishable)

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Kshar/ Akshar (Perishable/ Imperishable)
Collection of Poems

Writer – Dr. Rajendra Bhandari
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Published by: Janpaksha Prakashan,
“Super Market”, (Gangtok, Sikkim)
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Printed at – Modern Deepak Press, Varanasi.
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Year of Publication – 1998
Binding: Paperback
Price   : 150/-

Dr. Rajendra Bhandari.



“Kshar/ Akshar” (Perishable/ Imperishable) is the third anthology of poems published in the year 1998 after the release of two of Bhandari’s earlier collection of poems, namely “Huide yee Chisa Raatka Pardaharuma” (In the veils of cold wintery nights) published in the year 1979 and the second collection of poems titled “Yee Sabhdaharu: Yee Harafharu” (These words: These lines) 1986.


Bhandari’s third anthology of poem contains a total of 48 poems. All the poems in this collection portrays detoriating socio cultural values, political aspirations of the Gorkha’s of India, widening human relationships, urban loneliness, reckless de – humanization of urban society and beurocratic corruption. His poems are like an abstract art “What you read today might be different, while reading tomorrow”.


One of his poem from “Kshar/Akshar” entitled “Baan vitra harayeka goreto haru” (The lost pathway inside the forest) takes the reader back to the periphery of the village and portrays the stark realities in a rather metamorphic way also portraying the social structure of the village with lines like:
“At home, they start cramming the table of five,
Five into five equals to the torn blouse of their mother
Four into four equals to the wrinkled face of the father”.
This poem in some way or the other demonstrates the memory of the distant past, over burdened with domestic and agricultural activities.


Likewise, his other poem from the same book namely “Hariyo chowr ra Marble Aankhaharu” (Green meadows and Marble eyes) is a quasi – poem standing between the urban and rural life. The poem rightly portrays the reckless de humanization of the urban society. In the poem the poet far from the marble (signifying urbanity), harks the reader to the landscape of the green meadows and tempts to take refuge in it.  Finally ending off with an open ending with lines like:
“And listen to our heartbeats in that green meadow.
 “By the way, how old are you?”

Bhandari with his friend Jayant Mahapatra (renowned Indian English writer)

“Bazaar garera” (From the Market) is yet another interesting satirical poem from the same book. It highlights the churning political and economic problem of the society and Vanity as its central theme. The poet has travelled far beyond the trammeling incidents of ordinary life and from that nameless position and yet he has depicted practical examples in the poem with lines like
“How far is Nirvana from the Kerosene Queue”
This poem is dynamic in its approach. It’s like an original abstract art always delivering fresh thoughts.


Other poems like “Mamuli kura” (Ordinary matters), “Mashina Kushiharu” (Small pleasures) from this collection along with the other 44 poems Nepali poems is full of Life, Laughter, love and melancholy. One may not find traditional; rhythm in his poems, context to the usage of metres, rhymes, alliteration and accents. But it is never to be forgotten that real rhythm is inherent in our consciousness.


Finally to remind the readers of Bhandari’s earlier poem where he delves into Meta fiction of the writing process and craft with lines like:
‘Return, O words
From here onwards
I ought to proceed alone”.


About the Poet:

Dr. Rajendra Bhandari is an Indian Gorkha poet. He was born in Bong Busty, Kalimpong (West Bengal) on 28th September, 1956. He did his schooling from Kumdini Homes, Kalimpong and later joined Kalimpong College for his Graduation. He completed his Master’s in Nepali from North Bengal University after which he acquired the degree of PhD from the same University. Bhandari has published five collections of poems in Nepali. He is the finest and first Gorkha writer to have been named in the list of Nobel Prize for Literature consecutively for two years – 2012 and 2013.
In 2013, three eminent Indian writers were in the probable list including names like Mahashweta Devi, K Satchidanandan and Dr. Bhandari was also one out of the three Literati’s from India.

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Gorkha Imagined: Indra Bahadhur Rai in Translation

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Gorkha Imagined: Indra Bahadhur Rai in Translation




Gorkha Imagined: Indra Bahadhur Rai in Translation, edited by Prem Poddar & Anmole Prasad and published by Mukti Prakashan, Kalimpong is a translated book from Nepali to English with short stories and Essays by Indra Bahadhur Rai. The book is unique as the stories contained in it have the supremacy to quench the thirst of every reader for the theme applied is Universal in approach. There are a total of ten collected short stories and Essay collected from his major works. Indra Bahadhur Rai, a successful Darjeeling born Nepali author, a leading Nepali Literati and the one to have forged the “Ayamik Lekhan” (the Dimensionist Movement of which Rai was the forerunner) saw his works at times come under controversy. “From the Introductory section, In short IB’s project is to infect Nepali literature with the intellectual incomprehensibility of his mentors such as Derrida, Lacan and Baudillard and put Nepali Literature out of reach of ordinary readers”. Besides, Literature and writer grow with the critical evaluation by the critics/audience. Rai portrays the identity of Gurkha in most of his work with the usage of theme/subjects like Refugee, Asylum seekers, migrant and many more related subjects. In this book, the readers will find problems of Gurkha Identity its various crossroads of civilization, political affairs and identity.
Furthermore, Prem Poddar in his Introduction provides a synopsis to the readers on the usage of thematic and stylistic characteristics as used by Rai in most of his works. His insightful overture provides a briefing of all the stories and Essays and gives a much insightful view of the book which will add an added dosage to the readers. Some of the short stories and Essay in the book are Jarr: Euta Bhayekai Katha, Ghosh Babu, Ratbhari Huri Chalyo, Kheer, Jaimaya Aphumatra Likhapani Aipugi and Pahar Ra Khola etc.


The first in the book and a very widely renowned story amongst Nepali populace “Jarr” (Adulterer) has a somewhat Shakespearian outlook, the story revolves around three characters Thuli (meaning eldest daughter), Rudraman and Harshajit. Thuli loves Rudraman, a Gurkha lieutenant but she is not able to marry him due to familial pressure and marries her paternal cousin Harshajit. After the marriage is done and half of her marriage life is lived, Rudraman again appears and tires to whip Thuli but he is caught and taken in the Village court. The inborn controversy in the story and the chivalry at the last of the story by Rudraman transforms the ferocious enmity into miteri (Fictive). The other story in the book entitled as “Ghosh Babu” translated equivalently by Michael Hutt portrays shades of Irony by presenting a Bengali drycleaner resident in Darjeeling. Moreover, the story gives a dimensional view of Darjeeling as it unfolds in its narrative. “Kheer” (a Nepali rice pudding) is a story full of allegory emphasizing on the importance and safeguard of Values and Wisdom along with the unique Gurkha Identity, Culture and Tradition that is in the brink of diminishment. “Jaimaya Aphumatra Likhapani Aipugi” (Jaimaya alone arrived at Likhapani) exposes the aftermath problems faced by diasporas Gurkha. The sad story is about the Gurkha family left in Burma ad their pathetic journey towards their once abandoned homeland with equally exigent and challenging situations. At last, Jaimaya alone arrives at Likhapani near Assam leaving back her memoirs in the native land and in the hollow pathways. Moreover the other stories in the book are also full of Gurkha ethos portraying Universal theme and motif.


“Nepali is the major language in Nepal but a minor one in India”. Nepali is one of the 22nd officially recognized languages included in the Indian Literary language approved by the Sahitya Akademi.  The Essay in the Book deals with India as a sovereign state giving respect to each and every religion and languages. The need to understand the churning issue of ethno nationalism is vividly described with much broader approach. The uneven development of the country and the differentiation among the classes, language is also very well defined in the translated version. 
The translators of the book Lt. Dorjee Tshering Lepcha, Amole Prasad and Michael Hutt are to be commended for their work (translation) as their vocation enthralls each and every corner of the Gurkha society by their equivalent writing skill and henceforth Mukti Prakshan of Kalimpong in making the book available to the global audience. The Book “Gorkha Imagined: Indra Bahadhur Rai in Translation” is available in various book stores all around the world, all you need to do is visit some of it.

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THE FLOWER SELLERS OF THE CAPITAL

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Choki Sherpa and Sujana Rai, the flower sellers.




THE FLOWER SELLERS OF THE CAPITAL

It’s very hard to see people selling colours and happiness to people but there are some who sells contentment, happiness. Choki Sherpa and Sujana Rai have been selling gladness, a sign of bliss to the other people (customers) from the past six years. They have settled their shop beside the S.T.N.M. Hospital below the Fly over. One can see variety of flowers like Jarbera, Rose, Lilly, Anthranium and some seedlings of seasonal flowers in this mysterious place. The place is usually crowded with the hodge podge of tellurians, vehicle’s honk etc. They have now taken the business as their vocation and further while trying to understand about their life. We came to know the following fact files.

Chunki and Sujana started the vocation blindly by just thinking of engaging and making life full of activity. As time passed by, they slowly went on realizing the bitter truth of life; they had and still have to face various difficulties. They rope in flowers basically from various places of Sikkim like Daramdin, Namchi and Dughalakha etc. Even the varieties of flowers keep on changing on the basis of season and climate. Chunki further stated that People in Gangtok enjoy buying flowers and people from all walks of life come to buy flowers. She further affirmed the business to be delicate as the flowers gets damaged oftenly and if we demand 400 flowers than its very usual that out of the total flowers quarter gets damaged in the first hand only. But still, their passion is as such that it can even defeat the worst of challenges.

On the background where it’s difficult to find Government jobs, Private jobs in Sikkim in particular and the world in General, These Flowers sellers undoubtedly sets a perfect example to all the people to utilize their creations in a best way possible and further proved to be a best example of the quote “Become a job giver rather than a job seeker”. The shop keepers have now given job to two or three job seekers.
It’s just beautiful to see people buying flowers for their loved ones who might be waiting for them in home, hospital or in a Café. A flower has the potential to change the mood of men from awful to wonderful. Masochisting the pain behind, person like Chunki and Sujana still ushers multiple happiness to the people of the city. Such is the life of the Flowers Sellers and the beauty presented by the flowers. 

As “Kahlil Gibran” upon flowers has rightly stated: - “I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.” 

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"The Sanctum of Art"

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My First book entitled "The Sanctum of Art" in collaboration with Pempa Gyatso Lepcha.





LITERARY TASTE FROM THE FOOTHILLS OF HIMALAYA
“THE SANCTUM OF ART”
MADNESS & CREATIVITY

The story content in the various books deals either in the name of “Art for Art’s sake” or “Art for Humanity’s’ sake”. The book “The Sanctum of Art” deals with both types of narrative description and is a compilation of the features displaying Post Modern themes and style in Prose and Poetry. It further portrays the post modern factors like angst, absurdity and existentialism etc. The chapters in the book are all related to realistical issues except for the topic of Tibet which has been taken from the Documentary “Kekexilli,” The Mountain Patrol”.
Furthermore as quoted in the book!
Inside all human lie sublime feelings and only the one who sticks to it can express them freely and this inner tranquil place being called "THE SANCTUM OF ART". So, at this point people, readers maybe curious about what might be the inner core of the Art? There is nothing that can be hidden and there is nothing that cannot be known. Well, the sanctum of Art from the views of the reader may refer to various passionate things. It depends upon the way how they perceive the Sanctum. An Art has no limitation and in the same way Madness and Creativity are infinite and boundless. Art defines what human values and morality fails to define. There is nothing above and beyond art because the way of being Human is also an approach of Art. An art has the capacity to lend hand to the people to hold on to their Dreams, It has the capability of reaching itself to the unseen and further bringing the hidden to life. The passion and their march towards liberation of writers like John Milton, Shree Laxmi Prasad Devkota and Shree Aadi Kavi Bhanu Bhakta etc. Are we to define or term their passion as Madness or Creativity?

The Book as written by Dweep Subba in collaboration with Pempa Gyatso Lepcha has tried to label the definition in the following way –

Madness… Every day we try to learn something new gaddingly. In this march towards liberation which is swayed by passion in every voice, image, talks, gossip, situations becomes an allegory behind every writing and painting.




Creativity ... speaking for those who can't,
lending a hand to hold on to their dreams
and reaching out to the unseen...
bringing them to life,
assuring them that they are remembered,
for they too belong here
and that's why God created colours.

Madness and Creativity belongs to God, It is the Key of His creation.

Furthermore, the book was released on the eve of 198th Bhanu Jayanti Celebration in Soreng, West Sikkim. The book is now available in various book stores in Gangtok, Namchi, Darjeeling and Siliguri etc. The Book is an epoch and has been looked up as an artifact globalizing the literary taste of the Himalayan state.

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Martyrs and My Revolution…

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Martyrs and My Revolution…






Born in this immense land                                                                                                                                           
Sprinkled with the blood of martyrs, is the enormous land
The sea of hugeness and prideness of this land infinite, pure and chaste
Where blood of brave martyrs and their commitment we find. (1)


Bejeweled with Hill, valley, river, springs, mountain and plains                                                                  
Teaching Ahimsa, Love and Unity to the world
 Edifying the power and strength is this Great Gandhi’s land
Such is the homeland, uniting various religion, culture, language and tradition
Whereby there flows pure Ganges and Yamuna instigating the message of yielding.
But! (2)


Today the condition of this land is blasphemous                                                                                                               
The heart of this motherland is grief stricken and tortured.
It seems the image of brave martyrs getting diminished before thy sight
It seems the bravery and valor of the brave martyrs living out to be only an Oral story
With people paying no heed and veneration (3)


In the name of the homeland trampling thy selfish wish and dream                                                        
A son defying the oddity of his land seems to diminish
Since we find no one to transform the dream of brave martyrs into reality
Absconding Vanity and untruthfulness, embracing thy arms of Truth and reality
We find no one!
The karmic land of the martyrs today has been a chopping board of the meek and poor
Where a raped woman, we find wailing upon thou smell of avarice and sin
Where we find suffering of a juvenile boy upon the famine of hunger and thirst (4)


In this country which instigated and accentuated “Satya Mev Jayate”,                                                                   
It seems the land only being ruled by (Asathya) Untruthfulness
In this holy land where humanity aroused
Shrinking of Humanism is what we find
In order to fulfill the dreams of thy martyrs
Our civilization is need of a warrior (5)

                                                                                                                                                                               
I will borne a revolution and forever be a revolutionist                                                                                  
Shall cleanse away the name of unjust and unfair
Shall put an end to wants of the suffering martyrs
Even, shall wipe the tear of the weeping mother
And continue to erect the wall of truth and mercy. (6)


But my revolution will not be that of guns and bullet                                                                                      
But that of knowledge and intellect
The ideals will not that be of Hitler but shall espouse the morals of Ahimsa
My revolution shall carry and fabricate the inferno of Peace and completeness (7)



My friend now is the time not to scatter and ramble                                                                                      
But a time to join hand in hands and arm with arms
Now the time is not about you and me
But the time is to proclaim our message of courage and guts. (8)



I shall now assert my upheaval and lit the fire of revolution                                                                         
The warmth of the fire shall not heat you but shall provide gust of air
The revolution won’t abide the selfishness and egoism like mine
But shall endow in it the values of serving with pride (9)


If given a chance to meet a valor death during revolution                                                                             
Will, I gladly accept,
And after death a truthful proof of my love towards my land
To Almighty I would at last gladly espoused (10)

… I shall hereof be a revolutionist and shall give birth to a revolution.



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Water

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Water...

Thee, a sign of water
Flowingly permeates me.
Colourless yet transparent
Nothing to hide... Water...
Water I find in you.

Quenching my thirst
I find water in you.
A drop of you forms myraid ripples
Abstract ripples...

The colour of my life
Along with water Immemorial
forming ripples
It is how my life flows.


Water is all I find in you...

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Sheer Feelings... Minute Feelings...

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Sheer feelings… Minute feelings…










Silent talks is there in the lips

Whilst not been provoked

Only takes a glimpse from the eyes

While with you, whilst with me,

It wants to hear few expressions

Exhibiting appearance till lips

Would disembark she!



Uniting voice with the arm of its voice

Toil thou!

Whatever the talk is

Its sheer feelings… minute feelings

Like fragrance it is,

Hovering in the winds

Cologne which is dumb stricken

Even you know the address of it

And the information, so do I

Thou cannot be veiled from the world

Don’t know… What furtive is it…

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CRITICAL EVALUATION OF "2 STATES" WRITTEN by CHETAN BHAGAT.

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2 STATES" - CHETAN BHAGAT

The Novel "2 States", written by Chetan Bhagat is a Novel which deals with Modern aesthetic problems faced by the people especially the youths of this present society. The Novel displays an Autobiographical element for it shows the flashback moments of the author and his Marriage. Bhagat's writing style tends to be simple. The story in "2 states" has been dealt in a kind of Act I, II, III, IV, V way. We find Tongue Cheek humor and reality in his work. Basically, in "2 States" he has tried to show the Indian Society bounded by certain Culture and Tradition, it is about how Love marriages work in India and is again typical in the first person narration.

The story is about Krish and Ananya who hails from different states of India who are deeply in Love and wants to get married against their parent's wish. The name "2 States" and the Map in the cover page only tells the story of a boy who hails from Punjab and the girl Ananya, who hails from Chennai. The whole story is based upon the struggle done by both of them (Krish and Ananya) to convince their parents for Marriage. The story becomes more exciting with the usage of "Bhagatlogia". The whole plot is loosely based on the life story of Chetan Bhagat and his wife Anusha who are from Delhi and Tamil Nadu respectively.

So, Lastly the novel "2 States" is highly appealing and tells the originality of the Indian society and it's culture and tradition which is far more different than the Western lifestyle and the Marriage system. Bhagat's writing is basically known as "Pulp Fiction" and finally there are many youngster writer following his footsteps.

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BROADER IDENTITY...!

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BROADER IDENTITY


Identity, today has become a hot topic in the society. Each and every people wants to know their identity, a quest for Identity is an illusion still people of different caste or religion wants to have their own individual Identity. A quest for Individual or narrower Identity will lead to disintegration of the social and ethical values that has structured our society from it's primitive ages and in the certain course, quest for Broader Identity i.e. "WE" gets lagged behind, when "WE" lags behind Unity among diversed caste and religion starts to find it's place in the Backyards of the society and the only thing that we see is Disintegration.

The society is a place which gives birth to newer Literati's and future aspirants. So how can a society sharpen the future aspirants when the society itself lays emphasis in the quest for absurd Identity. The absurd narrower Identity which has no Plural importance, Absurd narrower Identity which disintegrates our society tied with the knots of Brotherhood... "QUEST FOR NARROWER IDENTITY IS AN ILLUSION". Let me take you to my society, the society which has endowed in me everything that I do presently possess. We have diversed people following different religion, wherein the people or an individual of different caste lays emphasis upon the development of their own community i.e. "I" community and in the course they forget about "WE" community. The Limboo community wants their own Development, the Bhuita Community wants their Community to supersed other community, the Lepcha community also lays emphasis upon "I" development, the Tamang Community has ego problems and wants to grow higher than the other community... How much high does the Tamang community wants to grow, that is still a mystery Chettri, Magar, Rai, Gurung, Newar community etc. Everyone has joined the race, A race for individual or "I" glory. Moreover it's a quest for narrower Identity which is nodoubt an Illusion. I have never confronted a community that lays emphasis on Broader Identity or "WE" Identity but sooner or later I hope I will confront...!

Before I was given a name and the caste which was later added I was a simple human being and it was the society which made me what I am today. I want people to understand the Identity matter in a broader way, I want you to understand that "I"(micro) falls in "WE"(macro)category or you can understand by saying, I am a small unit of my society. So,lastly let us understand the true value of Identity for the wealth to creation lies in "Broader Identity".

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SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS..............Dedicated to the flora and fauna of Sikkim, especially North Sikkim.

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SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS...

As I see the world pass by,
I still wonder all alone.
Surrounded by faces all around,
Yet, aloof I am.
The reminiscence haunts me,
For my past is stucked,
Somewhere in the woods.
The woods, beautiful woods,
Beautiful than the costly life...!


I did roam all alone,
Yet, never felt alone.
The trees, the creepers, the bushes,
accompanied me.
The chirping of the birds
And the murmuring of the cataract...
captured my senses.
Alas! I was lost,
Somewhere in the woods.
The woods, beautiful woods,
Beautiful than the seductive rose and it's life...!


Somewhere in the woods,
I left myself.
Somewhere in the woods,
I lost myself.
Somewhere in the woods...
It's pervasive.


The Zeast - By seeing the raw and aesthetic beauty of my state Sikkim, especially North Sikkim. My mind and the senses got captured by it's primitive beauty and I was lost, for the sound of the cataracts, the chirping of the birds and the raw flora totally dominated and made my heart go completely blind... I owe a deep respect to our natural resources but presently the aesthetic beauty is on the lap of extinction. Though there is Subjectivity in the poem but there is more detached or objective feeling which speaks mainly about the Beauty of North Sikkim which is getting demolished by the on going Hydel-power project...!

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