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TAHAR NAAM TI RANJANA
(Her Name Was RANJANA)


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Girl : " Hello !!! "

Boy : " Oh Hi there !!
So ... You're that Girl who got the special permission to visit me in this last moments of my life !!!
But I wonder WHY !??
You know that I'm going to die just a few minutes later , Hang Till Death , don't you ?? "

Girl : " Yes.. I know.. "

Boy : " Then why are you here now !!!
What do you want from me ??
I don't even know you !! "

Girl : " But ... I think you are Mithu Da.. My Elder Brother , who ran away from our home long time ago when he was only 16.. "

Boy : " No... You've mistaken !! I'm not your Mithu Da !! I'm Kaushik.. Kaushik Gupta..
BTW .. Who are you ?? "

Girl : " RANJANA .. My name is Ranjana ...
So .. You're saying you're not my Brother !!!
But .... I'm feeling some resemblance with my brother ..
I just can't point it out exactly ...
Don't you remember anything !!??
Our Home.. The Village of our childhood , named Khanjana , the River in our village , named Anjana !!!
Nothing ??? "

Boy : " Nopp.. Not a single thing ... "

Girl : " Where are you from then ? "

Boy : " I'm from Bankura district , from a village , as far I recall the name was probably Kestopur or Bishtupur , something like that !! "

Girl : " Why ? Why !! Don't you remember the exact name of your village ? "

Boy : " No .. Cause I flee from my home when I was too young.. "

Girl : " Where did you study ? What is your favourite poem to recite ? "

Boy : " Study !!! No... I went to the Junior school only .. And recitation !! I don't even know what you are talking about !!!! "

Girl : " You don't know about recitation !! No.. Then you're not my Brother ...
My Mithu Da used to always Recite Poems for me before bedtime when I was a lill kid ...
His favourite poem was This " Tahar Naam Ti RANJANA " .. Because it's so similar with the name of our Village , our River , and My Name , all same !!!
NO.. You can't be my Mithu Da ...
OK... I should leave now ... "

Boy : " Heyy .. Wait for a minute ... I wanna ask you something .. "

Girl : " You !! Now You wanna ask me something !!! What ??? You said that you don't even know me !!! "

Boy : " Yes .. But now I'm feeling curious ..
Your missing brother , his nickname was Mithu , right !!
But .. What's his formal name ? "

Girl : " His goodname was Ambujakho Mazumdar .. "

Boy : " What !! Did you just say Ambujakho !!?? "

Girl : " Yes !! Why !!!! "

Boy : " As you mentioned the name , Now I remember ...
There was this Guy named Ambuj , who used to be my room partner long time ago ...
Yes yes !!! Now I can recall all these !!! He told me about his Village named Khanjana , the River named Anjana...
And his little Sister he left in his home , RANJANA !!! "

Girl : " Reallyyy !!! Reallyyy ??? You knew my brother !!!??
He lived with you !!!
You are not joking , right !?
You're not making this up to comfort me , are you ??? "

Boy : " No I'm not ... Yes ... We once used to share rooms ... "

Girl : " What else did he say to you !!?? "

Boy : " A lot ... He used to tell me , how and why he left his home so early without telling anybody .. As he wanted to be a responsible Man who will earn for his family and then return to the home with a lot of money ... "

Girl : " Did he recite any poem too ?? "

Boy : " Oh no.. Not any poem.. Never .. "

Girl : " Why not !! What happened ?? "

Boy : " Oh.. That's a sad story ...
He always tried so hard to earn money ... So that he could return to his family...
But.. He failed ... Again and again and again ...
You know ... I suggested him to join my Gang ... But he refused to be a Criminal ... "

Girl : " What happened next ??? "

Boy : " Then one day I saw on road , a few public was beating a guy for Pickpocketing .. And to my surprise , it was Ambuj !!! "

Girl : " NO !! NEVER !!! My brother can't be a Pickpocket !! My Mithu Da can't be a Criminal !!! NEVER !!! "

During Festival season , we in our area West Bengal at India , used to decorate our home... Specially the floors and walls of our home ...
These decorations are temporary , may be only for a few days ..

We use mostly liquid water based White color , either Ready-Made , or , according to the original traditional method we use the Home-Made Paste of Pre-Soaked Raw Rice or Rice-Flour , as per our convenience ....

Here are few samples of the Beautiful designes ...
Enjoy !!

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 ...

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 .....

My point under consideration is the status of female gender in the renewed situation in those economies.
What I could make out is, the "Electra Complex, Jung, 1913" is subdued, reminiscences exist unconsciously though.
The worse part of the story is, they were very demanding and when resisted, they acquired some negative traits of the male gender like the arrogance and attitudes.
Their rebellion got manifested in different forms and kinds. Like, their reluctance to give birth, refutation of marriage and entering the porn industry and all that.
But one thing is certain that after proving their worth and competence, they can't be stopped...

Sorry blog title blocked the enhancement of the crucial subject under discussion at a crucial juncture....lemme complete the title...
(To remind before proceeding further):
...singularity is an exception...
otherwise there is a huge number who are special someone, everyone of them are eligible.
In normal situations I don't wish to be called a Guru or a Professor. But the situation is abnormal and it compels me to come forward to guide you.
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Please contribute to save the mankind. I tell you it's an emergency.
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Come near anybody who you feel, is worth it.
Om!!!
Ameen!!!

Actually religion is the root of the denial. Have you ever honestly seen, that religion has accepted any novelty, rather its rhetorical like the broken record.
Then the genuine question is, that when religion is almost an empire, couldn't it be assertive?
No, it just can't...why because its a trade. The trade which is based upon a simple myth. They have succeeded to make the masses believe, that "good" or "bad" are distinct. While the reality is the duality. These two entities coexist, these two can't survive otherwise. So, in sum the religion dwells upon the untruth.
Now there arises the question, then why the religion could muster that majoritarian support ? Simple, because they claim that whatever they ask you to believe is the word of God. Now its fraudulent that they invent a new tool, thankless endeavor to deny the "ENLIGHTENED", their origin.
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