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The Poem - Aami Sei Meye (I AM THAT GIRL)
By - Suvo Dasgupta
Recitation By - Bratati Bandyopadhyay





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Poem Summery
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I Am That Girl

Whom , you See Everyday Outside , on the Road , Bus , Train ..
Whose Saari (ethnic dress) , Bindi (the beauty makeup) on Forehead , Earrings and High Heels , you see them all everyday ...
And you Desire to see Much More of Her ..
Whom , you See in your Dream , As Whatever you Wish ..

I Am That Girl

Whose Shadow even is Prohibited for you to Touch due to Religious Customs , in remote villages at Bihar ...
But
Whom , you Kidnap from the Slum , under the Darkness of Night to fulfil your Upper Caste Royal s*xual Desire ..

I Am That Girl

I Am That Girl

Whom , you want to Pick up from the Labour Cottage of Asam and bring into your Modern Fashionable Bungalow , to see her Naked Body in the ray of Fireplace during the Night ..

I Am That Girl

Whom , you Send to Collect Life-saving Water from 10 miles away , walking By Feet , at the Village of Rajasthan , and right after returning Tired to Death , Whom , you Force to Prepare Meal for you ..

I Am That Girl

I Am That Girl

Whom , you want to spend your time with , at River side or on the Lawn of Victoria or in the Blue Light of Movie Theater , to enjoy your Emotional Game ..
And
After the Game is Over , throwing away Her like the Empty Packet of Ciggerates , you Move On in your Decorated Wedding Carriage on the highway ..
Left behind , Standing Alone , in the evening light ..

I Am That Girl

I Am That Girl

Whom , even Gods never forgive ..
To satisfy the Ego of Almighty , force the Blessing of Unwanted Pregnancy inside the Womb of the Virgine ..
And Kunti (the Mother) becomes Destined to Abandon Karna (the Child) , with teary eyes ...

I Am That Girl

In the time of Dire Needs in the family , I am the Sole Provider ..
From the Earning of my Tuition , comes Medicine for the Sick Parents ..
From extra Savings of my Earnings , comes Book for the Study of the Brother ..
Under the Cloudy Sky , I become the Umbrella ..
I get Wet constantly in the Rain ..
But
My Family Live Safely under my Shelter ..

You ..
Yes You , You All ..
You All have done So Much For Me ..
In Arts , Religions , Cultures ,
You all have Worshiped Me As Goddess ..
Payed Tribute to Me As Mother ..
Created Fuss for Me As Comparing with Nature ..
At the same time ,
Made Me stand in the Queue of the Brothel as well ..

Yes .. I Am That Girl

Someday may be ..
May be Someday ...
May be some another day ..

I will Throw away all the Artificial Sugar-coated Deceiving Veil of mine , and will Reveal my All Natural Exceptional Awesome Unique Identity ..

My open Hairs will be Spread all over through the Winds ..

Firy Light will be Burning through my Eyes ..

Divine Rays will be Shining through my Forehead ..

The Divine Sword will be Sparkling in my Hand ..

Battle Drums will be start Ringing through the Ornaments on my Feet ..

My Merciless Laughter will fill the whole Universe ..

Even Gods will start Chanting Mantras (Sanskrit Scripture) in Great Fear ..

I will start Moving Forward like Destructive Forest Fire ..

And
By the side of my Path ..
There will be lots and lots and lots of Headless Corpses falling behind ...

The Corpse of Civilizations ..
The Corpse of Progress ..
The Corpse of Enlightenment ..
The Corpse of Society ..

May Be I Am That Girl ..
May Be .. If May Be .....

The Poem - BIDROHI (The Rebel)
By - Kazi Nazrul Islam
Recitation By - Kazi Sabyasachi




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Disclaimer ...

I am unable to Translate this Masterpiece ..
Forget about me ..
I Don't think that , Anyone Anywhere , Not Even a Super Scholar , in this World , will Ever Dare to even Try to Translate this Whole Poetry and Be Able to Do Proper Justice to It ..

Unfortunately , we have No Other Option than to Realise It Through It's Original Version in Bengali , to Touch the Core of the Soul of this Divine Creation ..

So ..
I will Try my Best , to Translate only a few Fragments from It , some of my Favourite Lines ..
Please Forgive me , if I make any Mistake during this Daring Attempt ..


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" Balo Bir ...
Balo Unnato Mamo Shir .. "

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O Bravest Of All ..
Say , I Never Surrender ..

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" Mor Ek Haate Baanka Baansher Baanshari ..
Aar Haate Ranaturja .. "

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There is the Surreal Flute on my One Hand ..
While , the Battle Drums on the Other One ..

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" Aami Jahannamer Aagune Bosiya Haasi Pushper Haasi .. "

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I am the Only One ,
Who Can Smile the Purest Innocent Smile , Even Within the Inferno of Hell ..

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" Aami Manab Danab Debotaar Bhoy ..
Bishwer Aami Chiro Durjoy .. "

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I am the Greatest Fear for All ..
For Humans , Demons , Gods ..
I Am The Invincible ..

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" Jobe Utpiriter Krondonrol Aakashe Baatashe Dhanibe Naa ..
Jobe Atyacharir Khargo Kripan Bhim Ranabhume Ranibe Naa ..
Chiro Bidrohi Ranaklanto ..
Aami Sei Din Habo Shanto .. "

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When , the Cries of all Innocent Victims , Won't Roam through the Air Anymore ..
When , the Swords of Oppressive Outrageous Dictators , Won't Rule the Battleground Anymore ..
I Am , the War-weary , Rebel Forever , Will Rest In Peace at Last , only on That Day ..

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" Aami Bidrohi Bhrigu ..
Bhagabaan Buke Enke Diy Padachinho ..
Aami Srashtasudan Shok Taap Haana Kheyali Bidhir Bokho Koribo Bhinno .. "

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I am the Rebellious Bhrigu (Ancient Indian Saint) ..
Who , Markes the Footstep on the Chest of God ..
I will Reap Open the Heart of the Ignorant God ..
Who Brings Merciless Injustice upon the Innocents ..

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" Aami Chiro Bidrohi Bir ..
Bishwa Charaye Uthiyaachi Eka Chiro Unnato Shir .. "

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I Am , The Eternal Rebel ..
I Have Risen Through All The Creations Always ..
The Sole Survivor Through All the Challenges ..
I NEVER SURRENDER .......

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Kabi Kazi Nazrul Islamer Uddeshye Aamar Koti Koti Pranam ...

My Endless Tribute and Salute to the Legendary Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam ...

Mahakabi Kazi Nazrul Islam Jee ke Charnon main meri Koti Koti Naman ...

I only wish, we had more time
I wish that you, wold still by mine
I wish for things to just be fine
I didn't want, to cross the line

I didn't know what love can be
Untill my life turned in to we
Before all this, was only me
I wish i had your eyes to see

Exactly what you saw in me
That made you, change, us, in to we
My life is better, when youre with me
It's better then, it used to be

In your journey down the hall,
Please wish me softly a goodnight call,
And as you close the bedroom door,
Gently, please, don't make it roar.

For as my eyelids slowly close,
I feel myself drift to repose,
And I begin to dream once more,
Of children's laughter I adore.

I miss them dearly as they played,
Their happiness, it never strayed,
They made me smile, they made me see,
The joy that comes from being free.

I loved to care for them each day,
To cherish them in every way,
To watch them grow, it was a sight,
But now they're angels in the night.

Among the stars they softly roam,
Guiding me through life's unknown,
Even through the darkest night,
They're angels now, among the light.

And I hope dearly, for someday,
We'll meet again, in some small way,
And then no one will say goodbye,
For none of us will ever fly

Look at the sky
And tell me why
We can not fly
And touch the sky

Look at the moon
Make me your groom
You'll be my bride
Dressed in white

Please be my guide
In all dressed, in white
Guide me trough life
And be my whife

Let's be tugether
Now, till, forever
Let's shine together
Like stars, forever

It did not belong.
It fell away from the rest of uncle's papers and drawings, fell
before me on the floor.
The ancient parchment though barely yellowed, seemed new again
under the full sun of late morning. The background of the
figure started to shift back and forth giving the furry or is
it feathered... coils an uncanny sense of disagreeable motion,
a slow quivering like breathing, with a sudden jerks of motion
leaving me ill at ease and at a loss to explain the sensations
of color, sparkling, shifting blues and golds on what simply
had to be a woodcut in monotone, then a rushing like a hot
desert wind blown through a narrow crevasse, howling then
splintering into what seemed like legions of whisperers,
desperate to impart some dire message or revelation.
I can remember no more until i found myself raising my head, to
find the long shadows of late afternoon sprawling across the
lawn. I can give no other clear impression of the experience
save the feeling that I now must find something,a thing or
substance I do not know but feel the greatest urgency to
locate, like a thing lost but now of vital importance.

Relationship, hell no, its like you considered to commit suicide and inviting the other person to be a partner in crime.
Merely for s*xual gratification, then I must low down to the gutter level taking somebody to be a commodity.
Just a friend, friends with benefits makes a little bit of sense but just friends, that's a hypocrisy and hardly makes any sense.
Then I settled to contemplate for months and years.
Though I wear no masks but I found that at the conscious level I was somewhat pretentious. And surprisingly it got revealed that you like it or not, you have to be, to get the show going or end up in the tormenting comfort zone.
Then after I explored the subconscious. The revelations were profound, so informative, amazing and above all ecstatic. I got convinced that it cannot be a public discourse. It can be shared with that woman and that too in the private.
But yes depressing too. Let alone the possibility, its seemingly not the remote feasibility of finding the woman I need.
But of course, the option of finding her next time is wide open.

Suziecute, these sculptures, ‘Les Voyageurs” by Bruno Catalano were at the Amalfi Coast when Art and I were there.

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