Love, Labour , Lost
be left best fore posterity to judge
for some other time...

But for now let us ponder awhile that a wanderer has ceased walking amongst us with his casket full of words ready as ever to amuse as to puzzle.....

Our Tribute to Sunil Gangopadhyay...

                                                                      

Oblivion beckons You, 'Koteshwar Rao aka Kishen Ji'

I won't say, "Long Live Revolution" Neither would I say, "Long Live Koteshwar  Rao aka Kishen Ji"

But I would definitely ask myself and the rest of this World

"How many of Us have the courage to die for this Wretched Country...?

How many of us would die fighting for the Wretched Poor of this Country...?

How many of us cherish an ideal strong enough to die for...?? Do we really have an Ideal to name..??

This man went away with his share of slander and censure, ensuring rewards and praises and peace for the civilised world that bask in the delusory sunshine of democracy, and social embarrassment we hide under the shroud of tall-talks.

What is damn Right, what is damn Wrong

Who‘s going to decide? What actually is Goddamn right...?

Goodbye Koteshwar Rao...be at least a good feast to the Maggots...!!!

We are happy in our Hell-holes   !

‘Moi eti Jajabor’ I'm a Wanderer...!!!

                   Bhupen Hazarika     

               Born—8 ^{t h} September 1926

                      Died—5^th November 2011     

‘Moi eti Jajabor’          

Accept our Honour for letting us discover the Wanderer in us...!!!

Men like you never die

It’s only you tend to go too far

And we simply lag behind...!!!

Long Live the Wanderer....!!!

Let Salute the Martyrs of Bengal...They have gone to share place with our Immortal Freedom Fighters...!!!

We shall not Mourn their death, for Mourning belittles the Martyrs and their Sacrifice, but keep our anguish burning like fire that We might rise and work for our unity and to claim what is rightfully ours...something for which Our beloved brothers laid down their lives...!!!

We dedicate this verse to their loving Memory:

 

You are through the foothill ride

the darkest of the night

pits are there and boulders

you may stumble outright

can’t see you I

scamper along

let me hold you light.

Dale is past, an age’s now

my shack is in my ken

the trail up there

is known to me

rain, avalanche, in hail.

Lit the torch of faith

shall I

walk my way uphill

much of a man of you to come

farewell my friend, farewell…

--From the poem Pilgrim’s Progress by Diptesh Augustine Sarkar.