In recent times, the forms of communiqué have undergone a constituted metamorphosis. With the escalation of the ‘www phenomenon’ at whirlwind speed over the past ten years, a vista of possibilities unlocked.  I call it the other form of 21stcentury Damien. Only the script has changed from the traditional 666 to http://www.  With its several plusses, it is a tool yet to be handled adequately in a productive fashion. Whether Damien was truly anti-Christ, when the whole fable of The Bible was conjectured 180 years after death of Christ (vide The Christ Conspiracy by S Acharya alias D M Murdoch)in a Pagan format for political control in the name of religion, is a matter for appraisal in the light of new evidences. Without delving into the preached myth which mesmerised millions over centuries, not without bloodshed, the true form of Damien is yet to be ascertained in a new light, as of today.

Verbal literary discourse as in religious books, later scripted in a printed format became the linchpin of public didactics. Over years, it evolved almost one-way, with provider meting out a collection of prime stories to a section of the society in a panoptic printed form for the readers’ enrichment. Several epics like Ramayana, Mahabharata, Iliad, Odyssey, Epic of Gilgamesh etc followed. Like the Bible, some were scripted based on the propagated hearsay to a gen unacquainted with the original proselytization. It evolved, modified by those writing the printed format with their personal construal. Often it deviated from the original verbal version. The readers had but little choice of refuting its real McCoy served in printed salver. For centuries this remained the only avenue of delivery (not taking into consideration the rural tootles for smaller sections where literacy was an issue). For the illiterate, the village folklore iterated over generations as tales imbibed from their ancestors.

From writings on papyrus, inscriptions in places of worship, the printed version constituted the hallmark of legitimacy. It had its merits and demerits. It presented a stipulatory form to the readers with little chance of them to countervail, even if the material was false. Printed version remained the reliable proof for centuries despite its discrepancies.

Over years, in the process of evolution it underwent copious vicissitudes. With Keith Rupert Murdoch in 1952 changing the format of printed version with his News Corporation, its global expansion, questions on its equivocation were suppressed by those, who felt the facts were to be delivered for their advantage.

United Nations, ruling the global scenario after World War II, presented Hitler’s suicide, recorded in history, as the truth. Several books emerged, films made on this resolutely tailored slogan.  Hitler apparently fled to Argentina, residing at Hacienda San Ramón, east of San Carlos de Bariloche.  Later around 1954, he shifted to a remote, barely accessible area at the northwest of Lake Nahuel Huapi near the Chilean border in a Bavarian-styled manse at Inalco. He died on February 1962. Mainstream historians like Guy Walters contradicts its genuineness. Literature, often fiction, has a factual element. Who are we to believe? The historian or the exposed truth? Since history was then sponsored by United Nations for their prejudiced interests, it was projected as the history until the truth was exposed. Later evolving in literary, celluloid forms on their bigoted fiction.

If one were to believe the preached myth of the Gulf War by George Bush, Saddam Hussain had chemical weapons of mass destruction, again the perception would be biased. As good as crucifixion of Christ! A young boy from Jerusalem came to India via the silk route. Initially he was ousted from Puri by the Hindu pundits, later went to Sarnath, Sikkim, Nepal, Leh and Ladakh to imbibe the wisdoms of both religions for thirteen years. He returned with his sapient wealth to revolt against prevailing norm enriching people with the mantra of humanity, much to the ire of the existing rulers. He was evicted, returned by the silk route to Shrinagar with his friends and followers, to preach the essence of humanity in Rozabal, by the name of Yuz Asaf until his death at the age of eighty years. He was later depicted as the saviour Jesus Christ with a tale of his crucified death followed by resurrection. Medically hard to accept a person could die nailed in limbs, if one were to question the reality of The Bible, it seems more of a fable than fact. More so, by the so-called Jesus born without copulation from womb of virgin Mary. Now analysed, at that time Rome was in chaos. Romans worshipped the Sun God, celebrating Saturnalia (17thto 23rdDecember) which involved private gift-giving, week-long partying and a carnival air. Its concept coincided with the Pagan festival. To gain control of the chaotic Rome, a fable was yarned as The Bible, a character named Jesus depicted as the saviour, whose birth was made to coincide with the festivities of Saturnalia for wider acceptance, when, it was actually the 4thMay. The Bible was written 180 years after his so-called projected birth. So, through literature a canard became the established truth even with its copious loopholes(vide The Christ Conspiracy by S Acharya alias D M Murdoch).

Gautama Buddha, who after Enlightenment in Sarnath, preached his awareness to a Pali speaking businessman. He carried forth his doctrines south to spread it as Hinayana cult, without an iota of idol worship. The first book on Buddhism emerged from Singhalese arena. Later cornered by Hindu pundits, he took refuge in the kingdom of King Prosenjit in Sahet and Mahet on the banks of River Achiravati (known as Srabasti). Here he started preaching lounged on thousand lotus petals, sponsored by the king himself. To subsist in his kingdom, he had to adopt the sponsor’s views in line with the modish Hindu practice of idol worship. It later emerged as the Mahayana cult. In his twenty-four years of sermon there, by submission, he temporarily accepted the order of idol worship. Now, if the truth of literature were to be analysed, which teaching would be the right one – Hinayana or Mahayana?

This is precisely where the issue of sponsored literature in the form of slogan formed the anchor of evidence. It was later adopted by Rupert Murdoch in the media format. Tainting facts with slogan depending on the sponsorship. Print media thus transformed from a dependable way of literature to a gadget of publicity and slogan, in tune with the amount of dosh shelled for a specific intent. Mostly controlled by the deliverer, tailoring it to their ‘guidelines’ of the theme of ‘story’ (read propaganda) they want to yarn. Apparently authentic, it’s an eyewash to indorse the contracted slogan.

It took years for the consumers to understand the concealed shibboleth scheme. More they realised, more it fell into disrepute. The proponents under-estimated the intelligence of the readers failing to audit their credibility. It resulted in wrath regarding its authenticity, leaving no leeway for contradiction.  Handing yet another powerful weapon to a bunch of dodgy people for endorsing their views and politicians for ‘brain washing’ the masses in exchange of substantial amount. Sponsored literature was slowly losing its foothold. The content often tainted with colours to harp the motto of the sponsors. It brought some inappreciable entities to limelight, bilking the developmental growth of a scrawny printed literature.

Amid the decay the internet started expanding with its social platforms offering a fairer playground to express opinion or contradict, in the form of Facebook, Twitter, Google, LinkedIn WordPress, Hub Pages, blogs etc. Printing costs soaring high, the format often not portable in bulk, the fonts not zoomable depending on insight, export costs etc all summed up to a new avenue of literature – the digital format, which gained popularity as eBook. With mobiles and tablets cheaper, internet easily accessible with increased connectivity, it soon became an avenue of literary output.

Not all could get to a publisher to circulate in either format even with their potential. Even if lucky, new authors wouldn’t have enough buyers to reach the mass. The easiest portal for exhibiting their works were the social platform, blog sites. At least, there were sure-fire readers. A relief for the lesser known, many with potential and quality. The problem lay in the content delivered. Since social media is an open platform, anyone can post anything – legitimacy unproven, often inferior quality, craps inclusive. Sieving the quality out of the lot becomes a major hurdle. No literary police to hold the reins. For the fluky, they might discover a diamond mine with new thoughts and ideas, often missing in cliché publications.

One of the main drawback is the issue of copyright. Each literary work stands at a high risk of being plagiarised, which happens frequently. Writings or poems in simple writing format run a very high risk. With modern versions of Adobe Acrobat, even a PDF file could be altered in Adobe. Less risky is the JPEG format though for those conversant could be easily Photoshopped. Who ratifies the legitimacy in a social media? The answer is abstruse. The recent trend seems to be altering words of an original literature and presenting as duplicator’s own. Is it plagiarism? Of course, it is. Could it be proved in Court of Law? If astutely done, the answer would be an emphatic ‘no’. The intellectual right in most countries has an arbitrary definition in law often difficult to validate.

A literary creator has two choices – to leave his creations in coop of his home or exhibit it in social media for a widespread credence, accepting the risks of bootlegging. In other words, the moment the work is posted, he foregoes his rights for a larger audience. The audience in social media is colossal. Diverse, it’s almost out-of-the-way in printed or eBook format. The widespread reach without marketing gives the literature in social media a coercive viable substitute. So puissant that reporters even after their media publication, where readership is weaning, post their works in social media for a baggier audience. The crucial decision lies in this vital principle. Do I claim the literary creation as my own or do I freely distribute in social platforms forfeiting my exclusivity for a wider audience?  Of the several, most would come to know the name of the creator with a trifling possibility of being plagiarised by some. Where spread of name is prime, the risk seems to be trivial. Many are prepared to pay the price for the meting out their name.

It poses a tricky issue. Do you want to be known or remembered? If popularity is the vital, social media literature gives wide exposure, as its free. Whether they read or not what is posted, is their obverse. Many would, some won’t. In a published book, where people must shell out the brass, unless the book has become celebrated or ill-famed, only a selected would buy to read. Readership would be constricted yet the authenticity of ingenuity remains. Popularity and quality have never been hand in hand. Anyone in literature needs to be focussed on precedence. Social media outputs need to be tailored to the relevant platform for a section of decipherer. People would only read that is relevant or of interest to them. Not what the author wants them to read. Isolating the target client, the literature needs to be tailored for that social group. Timing of posting is relevant too. None would read serious stuff during busy hours of a working day. Conversely, if it’s weekend, say Saturday night or Sunday morning, one can expect a high audience at leisure hours.

Literature in printed or eBook format has a published legitimacy. The validity of content in social media is often apocryphal. How to confirm its veracity? Revert to what already cited in books or follow the new trend hitherto unregistered? No way can the fidelity be affirmed. Googling would only lead to published citations. Where does previously unpublished literary article stand, if only extoled in social media? Many issues remain dubious.

Despite the drawbacks highlighted, it gives a podium for new thoughts and interactive discussion, missing in printed or eBook format. Anyone could contradict the author, either with his personal gen or with info from the net. If most people, groomed by canonic texts and net search, concorded earth is flat, the modern Galileo would be at a loss to affirm it’s round. Ambiguity remains as in other formats. Only a healthy discussion might enlighten a neutral reader whose literary argument is to be accepted. This was amiss in literature in printed or eBook format, thereby promoting impartial insight.

The technological and internet boom has brought data to our finger-tips, the truth is ‘you can imbibe from the internet what is already fed in’. Creative concepts are not always available in internet. Most relish in vomiting info on the net.  Paucity of ingenuity in that milieu is often obvious. Genius’ can’t be cultivated in familiar grime. Only shift from stodgy gives the creative ingenuity. The spur, which is out of the blue, is a gift of God – one which perceives two entangled snakes as double helix, is the dream to be later established scientifically and technologically. In a social milieu that spur might spark, either to be followed by the creator or imbibed by someone else and pursued to staggering heights.

When history is written, who attorns the genius? Raman Effect discovered by Dr K S Krishnan, an associate of Dr C V Raman, was nullified when Dr C V Raman walked away alone with the Nobel Prize disregarding his revolutionary contribution. Till this date very few know that Dr K S Krishnan discovered it when Dr C V Raman had given up after 72 hours. Physics is abstract. The ideas, truth and laws of physics are independent of passion, sentiments, emotions of human beings. But physicists who deal with those principles are humans full of all mortal emotions, sentiments, greed, lust for fame. No point evading the veracity. Such incidences would happen again and again. In the rat race for fame, people only remember who can elbow in. The truth is often obscured by other components.

If a verity can be wangled sapiently, in literature there is ample scope. In literary world ideas are stolen, garbled in many circumstances. My published novel Dekha (In English The Vision) had been plagiarised on several occasions by film directors, claiming the story their own. Other than the first one, which slipped my attention before release, I had been successful in halting the other releases. Only to face again another bout of plagiarism by another film director, despite its content being off the social media. Intellectual copyright remains a prime issue with no patronage unless ‘published’. In social media it’s vulnerable, not accepted legally. Though date and time stamp are accompanied in all postings, don’t know of any law to endorse its validity.

An element of commerce is furtively creeping in the social posts and blogs. Pay for what you read. More the people read, more the rewards. It’s still in the hands of a crowd, who yet don’t know to respect it. The drawbacks of these platforms may not be apparent, but stealthily an element of commerce over quality runs as a sea puss amid the flamboyant exhibitionism. It raises a perilous issue, whether quality could be maintained amid commerce. ‘I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud’was written by William Wordsworth, when in poverty living in a shack in Lake District. Eternal creations aren’t allied to commerce. Whether these blogs would remain as epoch creations, time can only decide. As of now, it is a wild conjecture. When the website portals are withdrawn, both precious works as well as craps would be wiped out, never to be found in net domain. The literary efforts would go down the gutter without leaving its relics.

Religion, science, history, ideas have all been recognised through literature. It might be biased, sponsored, manipulated, plagiarised or concocted. If that evidence is lost, be in printed or digital format, the cogent evidence is lost.

The social media though ten years old is a tool still at its trial stage. An efficient platform, it could be utilised for expression to a larger fraction accepting its pitfalls.

Amid the disputation of a doubtful medium, a directive Pole Star of future needs to be identified. The tussle between Geocentric and Heliocentric would always be in dynamic equilibrium drawing a poise in arguments. It is equally important for a defiant, like Prometheus or Promotho, to kindle an ailing humanity out of eddies to ascend above the cliché norms, like a phoenix. As much as it took two thousand years to acknowledge the myth of The Bible, it could take years for a modern Galileo to establish the earth is round. The preached anti-Christ (vide The Atlantean Conspiracy by Eric Dubay)as mentioned by the 666, may be the true alien Christ than the projected myth dominating for centuries. Time has come to audit bygone sponsored dubitable literature. Until its true nature is conceived, it would be foolish to attribute any vanity ventures as one of tomorrow.

My personal contention is of the several forms of social platform, the twitter (not literary) would stay to connect with unacquainted or those without known contact. LinkedIn would remain for the employment and business seekers. WhatsApp as free medium for messages, photo, video exchange. WordPress, Google Blog, Hub Pages for literary, photo-essay output. Facebook like Orkut would die its natural death due to loopholes in legislation in a mixed environ without a focus, except business. Time only could validate the authenticity of my speculation. Until then let’s keep the conjectures aside to see the authenticity of any venture.

It is the longevity on a stable foundation which carves the path of future, one which can transform a coal into a glittering diamond, prime and sustaining. The rest would fade with passage of time. No matter how far technology progresses, it cannot supersede a dream like Pushpak Rath,later factually established as an aeroplane. Facts can only establish the authenticity of a conceived speculation. It’s this rock foundation, which form the bonding of a literary relationship between deliverer and consumer outside multifactorial cacophonies.




শূন্যতা,না কি পূর্ণতা?

ব্যর্থতা,না কি জাগরণ?

বিদ্রূপে তিতিবিরক্ত

স্থিত,সঙ্কল্পিত,বলিষ্ঠ মন।


শূন্য,পূর্ণ,চেতনার ব্যপ্তি।

অবচেতন খোঁজে নিশ্চিন্ত শান্তি।

অন্ধ হাতড়ে বেড়ায়

অবচেতনের ক্যানভাসে।

মূর্খ খোঁজে বালুচর

অক্ষমতার উদ্ভাসে।

মোহময় স্বপ্ন দেয় হাতছানি।

কোথা থেকে কেনা যাবে নিজেকে।

নিজের চেয়েও বেশি করে দামি।

মোহে মোহিত লাখো বাসনা

তৃপ্ত বিক্ষিপ্ত চেতনার রসনা।

চেতনা হিসেবের অঙ্ক নয়

শূন্য কলস ভরাট করা যায়?

নড়বড়ে স্বপ্ন চুড়া

আঁকে আজকের মন্ত্র।

আগামী তো সেই তিমিরে

ধোঁয়াশার কুয়াশা তন্ত্র।

আজকের পূর্ণতা কী আগামীর শূন্যতা?

না কি,ব্যর্থতার কদর্য ঘুটে ছেটান

আগামীর নব আলোড়ন?


ছবিটা আঁকা হয়ে গেছে।

Scientific Theories in Literature

Fiction literature has predominantly been the forte of liberal arts folks inditing literary work with emphasis on incidents, interpersonal relationships, historical tales, social events etc. often blended in varied permutation/combination. The reason being, the exponents of fiction were usually from a non-scientific backdrop.

Life is a voyage flaunting its colours in a multitude cavalcade of veiled façades. In the year 2006, I sustained a fracture of tibia, which confined me in a wheel chair for 6 months. Continuing my hectic practice, even in wheel chair, my social life came to a standstill, as I was quarantined from my other vibrant activities. To make the best of my solitary internment, I resorted to my forlorn hobby to explore a bygone facet cherished in adolescence, fortified by my literature-loving engineer father and literary mother, until the coercions of my professional career jostled it to the archive.

To make the best use of this internment, I was toying with idea of picking my literary hobby into scripting a novel.

Being a man of science striving to the literary realm, the Venn Diagram Theory of Mathematics forming the backbone of my debut Bengali novel ANWESHAN, later translated in English as QUEST. Venn or Euler Diagram denotes all possible relations between a finite collection of diverse sets, each set consisting of multiple overlapping closed circles. The interior of the circle symbolically represents the elements of the set, while the exterior represents elements, not members of the set. If these overlaps could be taken as human relationships, then each such could be depicted as human relationship like parent-child, husband-wife, lovers, opponents etc. Human interactions could be depicted by the intersecting circles. The amount involvement could be denoted by the extent of imbricate of the circle. In spite of multiple overlays of varied degree, there is still a portion free of these intersects. That’s the discrete sovereign soul, free of burdens of interactive relationships. Here I strived to reveal the concept of home in an atypical light.

Explicit relating human relationship, fertile enough to fulfil such a concept, regardless of their social stature and biological liaison. Here, I moseyed in the quest of humanity. In addition to others, the three leading vital characters are adeptly interlaced, throwing them into the vortex of intriguing modern life, where naivete gets drowned. They instantiate middle and upper-middle-class, full of fervent intensity, in search of an identity, to make their life evocatively stimulating. Lean captive souls, yen for freedom amid ubiquitous allure pleas. The principal ones under incidental pressure lunged by relation bondage, highlighting their dilemma. Do they possess rock-hard footing reliable enough to be the kernel of humanity? Bond of love tangled in the intersecting interpersonal relationships. Only when free from these, could one delve into their liberated soul – the portion free of these intersects. Amid the mortal pursuits, they are in quest of that profound core of their soul. Lending them a vent to the sublimity of home, beyond social paradigms. The novelconfirmed an endless journey of life with the hope to eventually realize, family is not always one’s flesh and blood, but feelings too. The extended relationships forming the essence, attained when flesh, blood with protein were fused to their pulsating heart. This new concept became an instant hit to the bestseller list, breaking all records.

My next science related venture was with another of my bestsellers TOMAKE later translated in English as THE MOMENT. It’s the tale of another realm. It conveyed a talismanic message from time’s internal cave. How to apprehend the concept of time.

Nothing new for two people to be beguiled by each other. This novel sees them in a new light. Is love and desire the same? Can these be put in the same paradigm of discernment? Is there a wafer-thin line delineating them apart, yet so close? Each have their own percept of the truth. Some would say love is abstract, desire concrete. Is it so? Desire could be abstract too. Could love, be explained by the chemical theories? Science has a clinical definition. Its cardinal is in certain hormones and cerebral neurotransmitters. Is bioscience the best alternative to its discernment? If so, the beauty of love would be lost in the scourge of fallacy. Is love a play of hormones and neurotransmitters? Is truth merely a perception of the apparent than absolute? Can a moment of pristine love eternally exist? This novella delves into the literary probe into the ever-eluding concept of love. An experiment in textual epithet of the blend of reality with fantasy.

The story-telling here was chronicledin the hoary ritual of the assibilation of a love-relation between a man and a woman in the form of a compendium of their passionate lyricallove-letters to each other, over a period of linear time. The two protagonists in this novel are in quest of that elusive answer, landing themselves in an eldritch cusp of time. As one letter follows to the next, the reader is deceptively led to believe they are into an orthodox love story, tactfully lulled to the safety of their known dimension, where time is linearconsisting of Past, Present and Future. They are forced to review accepted familiar social acuity of human relations on a linear time scale involving the Past, Present and the Future. The evolution of any such relation is a voyage from the Past to the Present onto the Future.

Until their comfort artefact is shattered at the very end of this chronicle, with the concept of time transmuting from its linear dimension into its fourth Vertical dimension, the Vertical Time!In the light and shade of this abstract maze, the two protagonists are flung to their subconscious, titillating them to play the game of love over surreal time.The reader groks the incidents in the chronicle occurring concurrently. This deplumes their mirage of linearity to spring an awareness like an epiphany, truth and love can’t be qualified or quantified by only the linearity of the time, but by its absoluteness.  This cuts into the familiar mode of groking life, experience, feelings and relations. It takes the reader to an alien realm stimulating to volte-face the very reality of existence. It’s this cusp known in science as Vertical Time which is reverbed in the syllable ‘OM’, the original primordial creative sound from the humming cosmic energy also called ‘Anahat Nada’ which represents the vibration of the purest Supreme or Universal Energy as depicted in the Manduka Upanishad. The three distinct syllables A-U-M as in OM represent the three psychological states – waking, dreaming and dreamless deep sleep. The fourth one, ‘Turiya’is the state of perfect bliss where an individual amalgamates his identity with the Supreme. That’s where time stands still and veers away from the well-known linear movement.

My next scientific infiltration into literature was with another of my bestseller CANVASE, later translated in English as CANVAS. Seven is a magical number in Nature. The seven hues of the rainbow are the kernel of the colours of the cosmos. Newton’s Colour Theory states the colours fuse to white in light or black in dark. These are perceptible platitudes of the spectrum. Beyond the visible, the ultraviolet and infrared play a sizable role for those who desire to look beyond the familiar pastels. Amid the identified colours of the canvas, only a few realise its significance. Those who can sense them, realise the mortal limitations onto an awareness to the realm of endless eternal bliss. An experimental novella, it dissects the prime female protagonist into the seven facets of feminine roles in society, like the motley prismatic array of the spectrum. The naïve college lass, the artist, the danseuse victim, the slut, the pro, the vocalist, the wife, the mother is a veracity of life’s ever-changing pennants. They are a deceptive mirage in pursuit for the eternal nirvana, amid their varied feminine facets. The seven dissimilar short stories of females in their diverse social roles, are entwined into a single novella.  Finally illuminating the readers to the cognisance of eventual mortal utopic nirvana in the nebulous cradle of peace, which many forget amidst their worldly chores. The mortal fiasco to find the real abode in the Universe, hailed by the hymnody of tranquil totality.  An eye-opener for those who aspire the sublime consciousness.

The next move into literature with scientific backdrop was my English novel ETERNAL MAYHEM. It’s spotless adrenaline raiser, a touch chalk and cheese grand narrative with numerous puzzling scientific murders occurring worldwide. This complex cliff-hanger keeps the reader’s adrenaline spurting from the onset as scientific murders take place in exotic global locations. Beautiful lassies, intelligentsia, global scientists are trapped in this white-knuckle masterpiece with all the twirl and twists that will keep the readers rapt. This volume is more than a murder mystery, to transport the reader from comfy lounger to a steaming isle, be it Bali, Fiji, Hawaii, Maldives, Bora Bora, Punta Cana or exotic nooks of Jamaica and Puerto Rico.

The book based on the villain’s morbid idea of racial supremacy and the fascinating idea of creating a new genetically super-race by genetic manipulation.  The narrative deals with the avant-garde ontogeny of genetic science concocting with a global spread-out of locations and characters. The search for a pure Aryan Race through genetics isn’t new, but bottling it with a fast-moving thriller, the proverbial old wine is distilled to a new brand. This fast-paced thriller shifts from exotic locales to high-tech labs, from countries to countries, from continents to continents. Beauts mingle with astute scientists. Death comes all of a sudden. The gripping story has all the ingredients of an excellent suspense-thriller with liberal doses of sex and humour. In the process, the global scientific world of genetics gets swathed into the whodunit.  Amid the scientific essence of genetic cloning research, it’s a scarper from the familiar concepts, to the roots of civilisation with its resultant diversities. It reveals shocking truths, so far clandestine. The apogee seals in a startling eye-opening truth of humanity, offering a thought-provoking riveting thriller.

In the next English thriller CONUNDRUM, immix of mathematics with murder added a diverse taste. A serial murderer is on the prowl in metropolis Kolkata. Several seemingly wanton murders with murderer pre-informing of every murder to an astute Professor of Statistics from Indian Statistical Institute. The victims, of both genders, are from diverse social strata without obvious connection. Police is at a loss without apparent motif, patterns of them with murder-weapons off-the-wall but distinctive. Perplexing why this professor is hooked into it. Precisely, when a prehensile tech-savvy accoster logically kills people innovatively at random without an ostensive reason. Arcane when this smart as a whip proclaims the details of each victim before getting rid of them. A challenge! Chilling, when an erudite prof is looped into these freaky games. Apparently wanton without known motives ranging from classic greed for money and/or power, eternal lust for sex, the ever-present revenge for some real or imaginary crime, lofty ideals, does it have all furtively packaged? The question looms, can this intelligent prof rip this enigmatic sudoku?

It’s mind games in a scientific style. The apogee seals in a startling eye-opening truth, offering a thought-provoking riveting thriller.

Often people are reluctant to read scientific truths in a non-fiction form. These novels not only give common people a bird’s eye view of the subject, but for the discerning, a deeper insight into the relevant subject in a lucid literary form. If we understand the kernel of human life is at the cradle of Nature, science reinforces its truth in a logical form. If literature could be mingled with science and philosophy, it would exalt the knowledge of the readers, who seem averse to reading non-fictions. Icing with philosophical truths would leave the readers, something to ponder. Also ensure sustenance beyond the current epoch.

Murder Mystery Suspense Thrillers: 21st Century Evolutionary Concept

Thrillers (Low)

With less than a quarter into the 21stCentury, time has come appraise the ‘Murder Mystery Thriller’genre in a new light.

In his book Poetics, the Greek philosopher Aristotle asserted suspense is the fulcrum of all thrillers with a fusion of trepidation, thrill, expectancy, anxiety, collocated with a feel of pandering tensity, captivation, fright, fervour. The readers seize with teeth the plot as it converges to an aleatory, cryptic and stirring climax, leaving them to ruminate. Typically, a baddie-driven one, balked by red herrings, twists to a bewitching cliff-hanger. Pigeon-holed, the author destroys hope, elicits curiosity and springs surprise out of the blue. This is the form of the customary mystery, psychologic, political or romantic sub-genres. Gone are the days of ancient epics, Epic of Gilgamesh, Homer’s Odyssey,The Mahabharata. With evolving era, the art of story-telling has undergone radical metamorphosis as we are now into 21stcentury. The old, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle type of fictitious sleuths like Sherlock Holmes are a thing of the past. The prevalent construct of private detective is trompe-l’oeil.

Private detectives have been in our fictions for ages. They have been the pivotal characters of riveting thrillers, hypnotised billions over decades, been the rachis behind the name, fame, survival of many national and international authors. The whodunits have made their way to celluloids, giving the viewers a grip of fictional suspense. In addition to bewitching the readers and viewers to a world of fantasy, it had generated a livelihood to a horde and continue to do so, who would have been defunct, else. As we have moved into 21st century, time has come to re-evaluate their fictitious incredible role in criminal investigation.

In 1833, Eugène François Vidocq, a French soldier, criminal and crewman, founded the first known private detective agency ‘Le Bureau des Renseignements Universels pour le commerce et l’Industrie’(The Office of Universal Information for Commerce and Industry) and hired ex-convicts. Official law enforcement tried many times to shut this agency. In 1842, the police arrested him on suspicion of unlawful imprisonment and extracting megabucks on false pretences, after he had solved a peculation issue. He was sentenced for 5 years with a Fr 3000 fine. In spite of falsified credentials, Vidocq is considered as having led to the concept of record-keeping, criminology, ballistics and anthropometrics.

The whole business of private investigation came into practice where police were reluctant to act, or the client desisted police involvement. They also assisted the companies in labour disputes, often provided armed guards, the role that is carried out by security agency today. Charles Frederick Field, of United Kingdom, set up an enquiry office in 1852, upon his retirement from the Metropolitan Police. Field became a friend of Charles Dickens. One of his employees, Hungarian Ignatius Paul Pollaky set up a rival agency. Through them both, private detectives secured a place in the fictional sagas.

In 1840, Edgar Alan Poe created a fictitious character C. Auguste Dupin. This character was the detective in three of Poe’s stories. Following Edgar Alan Poe’s gumshoe, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle set forth to create mystery stories based on the fictitious sleuth Sherlock Holmes, its time span ranging from the late Victorian era to the Edwardian era. The Victorian age spanned from 1837 to 1901. It manifested in the expansion of British power and wary loyalty to social custom. The Edwardian period, from 1901 to 1919, steered many social, economic and political changes. Holmes was featured in Doyle’s 4 novels and 56 short stories. He gained wide acceptance for his sly and wit, featuring in stories during this evolutionary period. Its period ranging from the late 1870s to late 1880s in ‘The Gloria Scott’to the ‘The Last Bow’in 1914. It followed the footing laid by Eugène François Vidocq on the concept of record-keeping, criminology, ballistics and anthropometrics. In today’s definition, he is an integration of various fact-finding equip working at the same time. All condensed to the fictitious genius Sherlock Holmes.

Through him, Doyle explored various social, ideological and technological changes taking place during Victorian and Edwardian periods.The changes during these historical times reflected in his fictions. The Victorian era heralded a population explosion leading to an upsurge of law-breaking, poverty and vagrancy. By setting the milieu in London during these periods, Doyle gave his prime character plenty of stuff to work, many crimes to solve. Holmes also served as a conduit between the two classes, often working for the wealthy, while probing the sordid underbelly of London.Along with the social changes, these eras were blatant for rejection of religious and social taboos. It embraced scientific models for greater class mobility. The astute detective Holmes used mental faculty to logically elucidate hitherto previously inexplicable events. Many took refuge to religious beliefs lacking logical rationale. Holmes restored the wayward social norm through his deductions and gestures to a logical pivot. The poor or lower middle class, like servants, were often portrayed as villains. He upheld the upper crust etiquette by unveiling the crimes of lower class with his refined demeanour. It beefed-up the readers with social values at the time of this socio-cultural change.These periods were marked with great high-tech strides, relevant to the era. Keeping at par with the techno progress of that time, Holmes was devising new analytical tools to solve crime. They reflected his embrace of natural events, in tune with the scientific progress than blind submission to religion or superstition. Doyle poured the juice of scientific discovery.

Once this artistic blend of selling fictitious detectives hit the market, several authors towed the line, to create amaranthine fictitious characters like Hercules Poirot, Miss Marple etc. Agatha Christie’s novels had that extra oomph of psychoanalysis, which I think is the sea-puss of all popular murder mystery thrillers. In spite of her deep insight, Miss Marple couldn’t shred the mantle of that fictional sleuth created by Edgar Alan Poe. India under grasp of colonial rule, the creative thoughts of its authors were confined to the cloak of their colonial masters. Keeping with their colonial servitude mind-set, they spun an array fictitious fables, centralising around the concept of the established fictional gumshoes, singing to their master’s voice. Bymokesh Bakshi, Kiriti Roy, Dipak Chatterjee, Feluda etc. were thus born to cater to the Bengali tastes, spelling the wonders that could be done by a private detective. These taradiddles became popular best-sellers, especially to the sections, not well-conversant with English literature or who wanted a fresh taste in their local milieu.

Moving into this century, certain questions would force one to look ex post facto, in today’s light.

  1. Whenever a death occurs, who probes the case – the police or the private investigator (no matter how intelligent and modern he may be) in fictitious sagas?
  2. After a murder, who would walk to a private detective, when police are there to carry out the prelim probe?
  3. Do private investigators (mind you, they are normal citizens with same rights and restrictions as others) have same access to police records, forensic report etc.?
  4. Can they tap telephone conversations and access internet exchanges, i.e. social media and internet calls?
  5. Have they access to bank accounts, insurance details or any other confidential details?

The answer is an obvious ‘NO’. If so, how could a private detective become the central theme of a novel, when his identity is obscure and apocryphal?

If that be the logic, in this era, no author could get away with some an absurd fiction. It has to be realistic, believable, pertaining to the present. Time has come to flout the fictive idea to a realistic one. Among the legion deaths, deputed buffs could carry the probe. Many quotidian folks could astutely scrutinise the conundrum, until one hits the final bonanza.

With this concept, I thought of bringing a change in the crime fiction form.  The enquiry is done by recognised bodies at different corners of the country. There might be a blend of persons trying to solve the murder-mystery. Each would have a positive input and finally one could imbibe, logically deduce, crack the final jackpot. The Sherlock Holmes of this century! Even if not a part of the investigative machinery. Out of lot, as much as the reader is on the lookout for the murderer with the motive, he could be on the lookout for the final emergent. I also felt the customary murder weapons like a pistol, knife etc. could be sacrificed to modern scientific ways of murder based on my medical knowledge.

With this scalage, I capsized the age-old detective myths, initiated by Edgar Ala Poe to a realistic podium. Though probe was by apposite folks, solution came from the victor. In my first mystery novel, CHAKRA (Bengali 2010) later as FULCRUM (English 2013), amongst heretical ways of several murders, the booklover is in pursuit of the killer-boffo duo. In crime fiction, the motive is prime – be it archetypal greed for money and/or power, the eternal lust for sex, the ever-present revenge for some real or imaginary crime. Here I took a plunge into psychology to scale to lofty ideals, taking Agatha Christie’s psychoanalysis to exalted heights. I tried to intermingle it with Plato’s tripartite theory of soul. Its highlighted in his treatise the Republic, also with the chariot allegory in Phaedrus. In Republic, he asserted the psyche is composed of three parts – logical, spirited and appetitive, corresponding to the three classes of a society. Justice is declared to be the state of the whole, in which each part fulfils function without attempting to interfere in the functions of others. The appetitive produces and seeks pleasure, the logical gently rules through the love of learning, the spirited obeys the directions of the logical, protecting the whole from outside attack and inside disarray. Injustice is the opposite state, often guising in specific form, where instead, the spirited listens to the appetitive, while they together either ignore the logic entirely or employ it in their pursuits of pleasure.This was the prelim foundation of my new concept of murder suspense fiction. Together with Erik Erikson’s eight-stage psychoanalysis, ignoring the age specification, to evaluate the rival, analyse from psychosexual point of view. The character is taken through stages of trust and mistrust, autonomy and shame/doubt, initiative and guilt, industry and inferiority, identity and role confusion, intimacy and isolation, generativity and stagnation, integrity and despair, to arrive at the final conviction.

Having reached that state of integrity, through my character, I spell the dilemma over the term ‘integrity’. Vital belief in conviction, if for good of humanity, why have the people been sacrificed for it, through ages? Why Socrates was put to death, the Parsi religion’s Zarathustra murdered, Jesus Christ crucified for treason (as per The Bible), Galileo hung in the gallows for calling the world round, Joan of Arc burnt on a stake, Guru Ranjit Singh of the Sikh religion killed, the Church of England ostracised Charles Darwin for propounding the Theory of Evolution? They were great people who thought beyond their years for the good of humanity and in that process, paid dearly. Could anyone deny Adolf Hitler resurrected a crushed Germany after World War I? As much as one cross-section would evaluate them on their perception relevant to era, with passage of time, many could think otherwise. Where even streamlined murder could be termed saintly, given the reason, in the long run. I left the readers to draw their own non sequitur.

Giving the speed to a murder novel, it morphs to a thriller. Thrillers have more focus on action, sudden events and how the protagonist is going to make it through to the next chapter or scene. It’s all about pace, tension and scope.  Whilst the mystery is about the brain power, a thriller is a mystery that destresses cerebration accenting more on action and suspense. To be specific mystery is generic, whilst thriller is specific. Suspense bears no relationship to fear. Instead, it’s the state of waiting for something to happen. As Alfred Hitchcock would define ‘If you have a scene where two characters are conversing in a cafe, and a bomb suddenly goes off under the table, the audience experiences surprise. On the other hand, if the audience sees the saboteur place the bomb, is told that it will go off at one o’clock, and can see a clock in the scene, the mundane conversation between two cafe patrons now becomes one of intense suspense, as the audience holds its collective breath waiting for the explosion. Fifteen minutes of suspense, as opposed to fifteen seconds of surprise. The audience must be pre-informed’.

Taking Hitchcock’s account, a suspense thriller often loosely defined as a story where the audience is waiting for something significant to happen. The protagonist’s job is to prevent the speeding bus from exploding or the aliens from eating the crew. The reader experiences an indirect thrill by associating with the hero and the danger he faces, becoming a partaker in the chase. Contrary, a mystery is a novel of revelation, with sequence more mental than physical. If an important event, like a murder happens, the protagonist’s job is to discover who committed the crime and why. The dilemma in traditional mysteries is the fact that the villain and the details of the crime must remain unidentified, breaking Hitchcock’s rule of keeping the audience informed.

A mystery author knows it’s harder to generate suspense when the chronicle revolves around something already happened, as opposed to a life-threatening event that is going to happen in the future. For this reason, most mysteries contain elements of suspense, where the protagonist or another character’s life is in danger as long as the villain remains at large. The crucial conflict between protagonist and rival is reserved till the end. Threat from an anon source is never as fierce as the danger of a known puissant villain. The old-style mystery may lack shock value and vicarious thrill, it had other merits.

Successful mystery is persuasive drama exploring the alien mind. Few whodunits today rely solely on a puzzle. The modern ‘whodunit’ has become a ‘whydunit’. Readers want to find out why a sane person would be pushed to commit the ultimate crime, or how an insane murderer could skilfully cover his tracks. That’s the right moment to delve into the psychological aspect.

In Chakra/Fulcrumor Conundrum, I play this medical psychology. Readers get involved because the mystery is a perfect chronicle for revealing the character. I usually reserve the climax till the end, playing with readers wits diverting them on all possible false trails with logical clarity. As if to say, ‘Keep on guessing until I spill the surprise’. The tension created in a traditional mystery is by the unsolved conflicts between the characters. Conflict is created by taking identifiable characters to an odd strange sequence. The sudden death and following homicide investigation of a close relative or colleague is an emotional cauldron, plausible and clear to the reader. He is hooked not by mediated thrill seeking, but by an intense need to know what would happen to these characters that have become like friends. It mingles with their known folks in an unknown manner. It satiates our understanding human psychology.

Adding the speed action in future suspense novels, I was able to spring the surprise of a thriller, keeping the mystery as a sea-poose, altering the out-dated difference between a mystery and thriller, merging them both into 21stcentury form. It was through PURSUIT (2013), an international murder-mystery-suspense-thriller on international geo-economics. Amid bizarre murders by innovative means, the reader awaits with trepidation for something to happen. Besides advanced homicidal methods, I ciphered a subtly furtive profound insight into extropy of global dynamics. The traditional ‘protagonist’ waffled between effector and the seer. My outlook of future geo-economics manifested through its characters. I fused the elided outlook of tralatitious thrillers with a philosophy for humanity. This added the extra oomph to the reader with a ‘take home’ message.

After Pursuit, I delved into science, instead of economics, to come-up with a new genre of murder-mystery-thriller, which would keep the readers gript till climax based on cornerstone of scientific insight into genetic cloning, admixing with genetic evidences on historical theories, to carve a new scientific sub-genre ‘scientific thriller’ relevant to this era, ETERNAL MAYHEM (2017), being the first. Here the science is mixed with the older ingredients to produce a heady concoction. Scientific thrillers involve a 6thsense into the core of science, history, evolution with a far-flung eagle view of progress. Amid the scientific essence of genetic cloning research, this is a scarper from the familiar concepts, to the roots of civilisation, scientifically analysed with its resultant diversities. It revealed shocking truths, so far clandestine. The apogee sealed in a startling eye-opening truth of humanity, offering a thought-provoking riveting thriller. The murder weapons underwent radical mutation from traditional ones like age-old knives, pistols and ropes to virulent viruses, novel chemicals and biological weapons thrown in between.

The latest addition to that new sub-genre list is my fiction CONUNDRUM (2018). As bright play brainy games with similar folks, I play mind-games with the reader, based on mathematical principles, in this scientific thriller.

Most authors have penned murder-mystery-thriller relevant to the time period of their authoring. I have discussed in detail, the contribution by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie. With due respects to them, time has come to shred the 19th and 20th century mantle to one of 21stCentury, with a realistic outlook. Reality demands, down-to-earth fiction, not esoteric fictitious tale-tales. We can’t be swayed by unreal approach to a scientific and logical investigative apparatus.

So, time has come to evolve effectively in a true-to-life way, relevant to this era, adding the meat to known whodunit with economics, science, history or any notable subject in backdrop, packaged as a thriller combined with suspense and a touch of philosophy. This would exalt the knowledge of the readers, who seem to be averse to reading non-fictions. Icing with philosophical truths would leave the readers, something to ponder. Also ensure sustenance beyond the current epoch.

Murder Mystery Suspense Thrillers: 21st Century Evolutionary Concept

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তোকে দেখব বলে

মৃত্যুও মুখ ঘুরিয়েছে।

কায়া,ছায়া,মায়া,মমতা পেরিয়ে

এখনও মোহমুক্ত বাঁচিয়ে রেখেছে

দেখব বলে উলঙ্গ চাঁদের গ্রহণ।

এখনও স্বপ্ন মধুময়

স্তম্বিত কাল,অন্তহীন সময়।

সেই কবেরকার ‘চাঁদ মামা দেখা’

কবেকার ফেলে আসা

নরম হাতের না-ভোলা ছোঁয়া।

কবেকার স্বপ্নে ভাসা জীবনের ডাকে

মৃত্যুর গ্রহণ হয়েছে কবেকার ফাঁকে।


আধ আধ কথা,না চেনা বুলি শোনা

সোনা কী এখনও চাঁদের কণা?

আজও বহুদূরের অচেনা।

বিপাকে জড়িয়েছে উদাসী মন

সময় হয়ত ভিক্ষা চেয়েছে

চিনতে তাকে প্রতিক্ষণ।

মৃত্যু দেয় না মরণের ডাক

সোনার চেতনা জানতে

মরণও থেমে থাকে জীবন ফাঁকে।
জানা অজানা অদৃশ্যের প্রান্তে।

সোনাকে কে চেতনা জাগাবে

জীবন মরণের প্রান্তে?
জীবনেকে না চিনে মরণের অঙ্কে।

তোর অপেক্ষায় এ জীবন

কবে তুই দিবি মরণের বাস্তব

ওপারের সঞ্জীবন লিখন?


অনেক দেখা হল পৃথ্বীর দুঃসময়

শুধু অচেনা বন্ধন দিন বাড়ায়।

মৃত্যু কী তবে জীবনের কাছাকাছি

তোকে দেখব বলেই কী

আজও বেঁচে আছি?


কতক্ষণ বিচ্ছিন্ন নিঃশব্দ ভুলে একাকী?

সত্তা খোঁজে বিক্ষিপ্ত অস্তিত্বের জোনাকি।

আলোর দিশায় ভরা নতুন স্ফুলিঙ্গের ফুল্কি।

স্বপ্নকে বাস্তবে আনার ধোঁয়াশা উল্কি।


কম্পন থেমে গেছে।

অতীত প্রাচীন।

দিন ঢলেছে রাতের মখমল ক্লেশে।

চেতনার বহ্নি আঁকে স্বপ্নের দেওয়ালি।

আঁকিবুঁকি অজস্র ঝিলিক মারে বিদ্বেষে।

স্বপ্নের মখমল রাত

নাকি চেতনার বহ্নিতে

অনুশোচনার আত্ম প্রভাত?

থমকে সব হারানোর বিস্মৃতিতে।

গহন রাতের গহ্বরে নিজেকে চিনতে।

আর কতক্ষণ থামতে হবে?

চলার পথ আরও কদ্দুর?

স্নিগ্ধ স্বপ্ন, মোহ মধুর।


সময় কী থেমে গেছে দ্বন্দ্বের পথে?

সময় কী চেতনা পেয়েছে অজানা রথে?

ক্ষণ,দাও চেতনার উল্কা স্ফুরণ।

ডুবিয়ে অতিচেতনের স্ফুলিঙ্গে

স্বর্গ,মর্ত্য,পাতালের বাইরে

নতুন শুভক্ষণ।

মনকে তৃপ্ত  করতে

হারানো স্বপ্নের উল্কা বিহঙ্গে।

Maheshganj Estate- Palchowdhuri Present

via Maheshganj Estate- Palchowdhuri Present

Maheshganj Estate- Palchowdhuri Present

We just returned from our trip to Maheshganj Estate, Balakhana staying at the place (6thJuly 2018 to 8thJuly 2018) with my elder brother and his wife and of course my wife on the occasion my wife’s birthday on 7thJuly 2018. As I was familiar with the route to Krishnangar, Beharampore and Murshidabad, it wasn’t difficult finding the estate. Local people know it as ‘Ila Palchowdhuri’s Estate’. I came across this estate in the process of penning my latest thriller “Conundrum” while digging into heritage of Bengal.
The present descendent of Nafarchandra Palchoudhuri, Ranojit Palchowdhuri (ex-St Paul’s Darjeeling) and his good Gujrati wife (ex-Loreto) welcomed us cordially. On hot summer we were accompanied to our room. The cordiality of both then and during our stay was excellent. With my humble homework in relation to my novel on the background heritage of the Palchowdhuris, I had a rough idea of their background. Ranojit topped me with further details both verbally and with some Xeroxed literature he provided of their rich heritage. He is an excellent talker and it’s a pleasure to sit with him and talk on any issues. In Bengali we term it as “Nirvejal Adda”.
Of the acres now under his care, he claimed Palchowdhuris were left with14 acres now, of which the building frontage and small portion of the well-kept gardens is a feast to the eyes, sitting in the wide balcony with cane easy chairs and marble tables. I would say the best part of the stay there. Both husband and wife were sophisticated in their demeanour, polite, courteous and hospitable. This is the positive aspect of the estate.
Now, coming to its negativities. Despite the room rent of Rs 5000/- a night for AC, considering the rooms of that era with high ceilings, there was one 1.5-ton AC which could hardly quench the extreme heat and humidity outside. Such a room would need at least two of that sorts for basic cooling. He explained, since the property was centuries old, it needed more electric power, which would cost another 5 lakhs, which he wasn’t prepared to shell out. If there is a power-cut you are in shit having paid Rs 1000/- for A/C. No backup. The room had three beds, an old lounger with pre-historic curtains. No television anywhere. There was a WiFi, but not for all, password restricted, not disclosed to us, when even inferior standard hotels provide a free WiFi these days. The bathroom had a geyser (though we didn’t need it, run by gas), one I had first seen with a short telephonic shower hard to water the body unless you lean on shower curtains. The overhead shower was badly maintained with water trickling. In the end I had to fill the bucket for the bath.
Now coming to another vital issue – food. Included with room booking is morning tea (no room service) with biscuits in the veranda. You need to amble to veranda for morning tea. Breakfast (included with room rent) was in dining room with ‘one’ spread of milk & cornflakes, bread with butter/jam, eggs made to your choice, ‘poha’ or ‘upma’, fruits and coffee. And ample stories of heritage repeated for mesmerisation. Buffet lunch or dinner (non-vegetarian) costing Rs 500/- per person contained dal, lal sak, kumro katua data, jhingey-posto one piece of homely fish/meat (chicken or mutton) and dahi with one variety sweet.
My wife was lucky, as a celebration on her birthday, Mrs Palchowdhuri made a cake in her honour with it being cut and distributed as a desert.
If you are thinking of a trip to Maheshganj Estate, think of the following:
  • · An undercooled room with basic amenities (TV, Wi-Fi, fridge, room service missing, non-smoking), substandard AC, shelling out Rs 5000/-
  • · Whether the meals are worth Rs 500/- per person without a variety. I think this meal cannot be more than Rs 250/- at todays escalated rate.
  • · Whether you are prepared to shell out Rs 5000/- per day + Rs 2000/- (for meals of a couple), i.e. Rs 7000/- per day for this ‘heritage’
  • · If you compare with Mayfair Group of Hotels, you could get at 60 variety spread of breakfast with all meals included with the quality of their rooms, free all-round chips, tea/coffee, fridge, room service at Rs 7500/-

Only Mayfair doesn’t have a ‘heritage’ to sell except service.

If you are looking at ‘heritage’ and ‘price’ look at Itachuna Rajbari, Bawali Rajbari, Jhargram Rajbari – all have their humble history. When you want to spend the weekend outing does it matter which history is more glorious?

Choice is yours. If you decide to be there, you pay for the heritage, not comfort and quality. I consider the value for money prime in modern society than being swayed into past, losing track with reality.

তোমায় দেখেছি

তোমাকে দেখেছিলাম ইজের পরা স্কুল ফ্রকে।

এক্কা দোকা খেলার ফাঁকে পুকুরপাড়ের দিবালোকে।

আমার কিশোর মন চেয়েছিল

আরও নিবিড় করে দেখতে।

অর্ধস্নাত উদ্বেল যৌবন।

গাছের ফাঁক দিয়ে উদ্বেলিত তরঙ্গ তখন।

তোমাকে দেখেছি দিকশূন্য পাখিদের ভিড়ে।

নিজস্ব ডানা মেলে উড়তে স্বপ্ন বিহঙ্গ বিহনে।

হাঁসের সঙ্গে কানামাছি খেলা।

তোমার সারল্যের স্বতঃস্ফূর্ত একতারা।

দেখেছি তোমাকে বিহঙ্গ স্বপনে একেলা।

কানামাছি করে শুধু মনের ভেলা।

তোমাকে দেখেছি খরাতপ্ত জ্যোৎস্নায়,

স্বল্পবাস পেখম মেলতে ছাদের কিনারায়।

প্রথম স্পর্শ আলো আঁধারিতে কম্পিত ঠোঁটে।

দেখেছি তোমাকে উজ্জ্বল সোনালি প্রভাতে।

বাসরের রাতে দেখেছি চুম্বনে স্নাত।

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বিবস্ত্র, নিবিড়,কাম উদ্বেলিত।


দেখেছি আমাকে গ্লানিতে বিধ্বস্ত,জর্জরিত, ক্ষত।

কেউ ছিল না পাশে,শুধু তুমিই ছিলে

পাশে একা। বল জোগাতে নতুন মন্ত্রে।


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যৌবনের উল্লাস ম্লান থেকে ক্ষীণ।

তবুও তুমি আছ আমার রন্ধ্রে।


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