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Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Bishnuprasad Rabha: The Renaissance Man of Assam

 Bishnuprasad Rabha: The Renaissance Man of Assam


(Brief Description : Bishnuprasad Rabha (1909-1969) was a multifaceted personality from Assam, India, known for his contributions as a revolutionary, poet, musician, dancer, actor, and playwright. He is often referred to as "Kalaguru" (Master of Arts) due to his significant impact on Assamese culture and society. 

    Rabha played a vital role in the Indian freedom struggle and was associated with the Indian National Congress and the Communist Party of India. He used his artistic talents to promote social reform and cultural revival in Assam. His literary works and music, imbued with patriotic and social themes, continue to inspire many.

    Some of his notable works include "Sonpahi" (a collection of his songs), "Rabha Sangeet" (songs composed by Rabha), and various plays and poems that reflect his deep commitment to social justice and cultural integrity.)

    Bishnuprasad Rabha, widely known as "Kalaguru" (Master of Arts), was born on January 31, 1909, in Dhaka, Bengal Presidency (now in Bangladesh). He emerged as a towering figure in Assam's cultural and political landscape, leaving an indelible mark through his multifaceted contributions as a revolutionary, poet, musician, dancer, actor, and playwright.

Early Life and Education

    Rabha's early life was marked by a strong academic inclination, leading him to pursue studies at the prestigious Visva-Bharati University in Santiniketan, founded by Rabindranath Tagore. Here, he was deeply influenced by Tagore's philosophy and the rich cultural environment, which shaped his artistic and intellectual pursuits.


Contribution to Indian Freedom Struggle

    As a passionate nationalist, Rabha joined the Indian freedom struggle, aligning himself with the Indian National Congress initially and later with the Communist Party of India. He was actively involved in revolutionary activities against British colonial rule, enduring imprisonment and hardship for his patriotic zeal.


Cultural and Artistic Legacy

Rabha's artistic genius found expression in various forms:

*Literature:* He was a prolific writer, penning poems, plays, and essays that reflect his revolutionary fervor and commitment to social justice. His notable works include "Sonpahi," a collection of songs, and numerous poems that articulate the struggles and aspirations of the Assamese people.

*Music:* Rabha was an accomplished musician, known for "Rabha Sangeet," a genre of songs that blend Assamese folk music with themes of patriotism, love, and social reform. His music remains popular and continues to be performed widely.

*Theater and Dance:* He was a pioneering figure in Assamese theater and dance, introducing innovative forms and techniques. His plays often highlighted social issues and were instrumental in cultural revival and awareness.

Social Reform and Activism

    Rabha was deeply committed to social reform, advocating for the rights of the marginalized and working tirelessly for the upliftment of tribal communities in Assam. His vision for a just society was reflected in his literary and artistic works, which often depicted the plight of the oppressed and called for equitable development.

Legacy and Influence

    Bishnuprasad Rabha's legacy is celebrated annually on June 20th as "Rabha Diwas" in Assam, commemorating his death anniversary. His contributions have been instrumental in shaping modern Assamese identity and culture. Rabha's life and work continue to inspire generations, symbolizing the harmonious blend of art and activism.

    In conclusion, Bishnuprasad Rabha stands as a quintessential figure in Assam's history, embodying the spirit of cultural renaissance and social change. His diverse contributions as a revolutionary, artist, and social reformer have left a lasting legacy, cementing his place as one of Assam's greatest luminaries.

Monday, May 20, 2024

Poetry : By Neelav Saurabh

 Poetry 



By Neelav Saurabh 


Translated by Gayatri Devi Borthakur.(from assamese)




Sleepless sail 

Sleepless river 

 And sleepless is the delicate earth 


The eyes of a sailor resoluted 

with a desire to sink 

  In the  tempting navel of an   unknown  sleepless woman 


Halted feet


Carefully listened the coo of  the pigeons 



Pen in a lariat


Transfer picture in  a  pen



The mango tree of the entrance still not blossomed 


Will blossom with time 


Mangoes will be  in many clusters 


 Also will rot


Said a woodpecker 


The poet scattered his   heart - canopy to welcome rain 

 And damped his sun-burned    back 




Searching here and there 

A Sparrow is gathering straws..


Buddha : Poem by Neelabh Sourav

 Buddha 


(In the hands of Artist  Champak Borbora..)


Poet- Neelabh Sourav 

Translation from Assamese by-

Gayatri Devi Borthakur


There is no god in the Poetry



If conception is the greatest frieght of zero 

Future is the foundation/base of death 

Then past must be the darkest one 


If a warrior is on a  sleepless/ever awake symbol like horse 

All the irony of peace is worthless 

Dazzling ornaments of unornamented Kuchakumbha

Anklet of Adhamarga and 

 If a  stanza of a song is contentment 

What is the power of wine that  is  the frolic of king

Is the  depression of the subjects 


 Till  now where is Buddha in the Poetry of  Antyakhyari metre 

In the same reflective/so and so life?



A pair of Mynah   pecks  and sprinkles sunshine dropped down on the ground 

Where is Buddha 

In the journey of  one day started with great happiness.


After evening  by making four walls against the songs of Crickets

I enter  

Closing my eyes 

I search for Buddha 

 Again I die for one day 


Awaking later on 

If I depress 

After reading this poem too 

Then where is Buddha



After a rape 

A  pair of downcast  

breast coat 

Buddha or  the swans of the  Muse/Swarswati 

Malted sheath is the   uattractive arum  or  the simile of  the hated river 



In the magical blue of non-existent 

The imagery of  a poet is sketched in the suspended corner of  the third eye.

That's the last law

Readers are howling 

There is no Buddha in the Poetry  titled 'Buddha '

Where!Where is!

In the blood .In the brothel.

In the guest-thouse .

No where.



In the deer-race the turban of the labours stricks the paws of  the machines.

In the shelter of  a powerful one who is the half-fed reel?Why?

Answer is  certain if Buddha is met?


Still in love of contentment readers may search  for Buddha 


At the end of all the confusing concepts of occupying countrys 

All the Historians  died declaring war as  the worst thing 


 Smashing  the kingly horoscope  of  a clergyman's sack 

A new challenger is in the imaginations of a philosopher 

In the borders of the wealthy     

Weaks  

The bom of infiltration blasts 

At the end of   all the plunderings the backbone of   independence breaks


The poet will  put an end to his pen/ terminate  his pen after the search  of Buddha

The poem will come to an end after a few time.  

Have patience.



The poet becomes the gatekeeper of  schools if Buddha is there in the school bags of  the children. 

No.


No one was born to be  oppressed/Dalit.

To be servant. 

It is sure that someone forced/oppressed at the bigging 

 All the priests 

 The philosophers 

 The scholars 

 The rulers 

Failed 

  Why for?

Buddha is the East-West  of the answer 


The poet will be in great calamity in not meets 

Buddha will know-- at last at the end such  faith 

Where  the poet will go 

After  a passage in the Digholipukhuri 

To the Artist Avenue ?


On a wall of the Artist Avenue 

Champak Borbora  drew and hung a picture of  Buddha 

In the frame on a  magical smoky path 


Buddha is departing/proceeding..


Alternative : Poem by Neelabh Sourav

 Alternative


By Neelabh Sourav (Assamese)

Translated by - Hasinus Sultan



Who is mightier

Wind or the Earth?

asked Neer 


The Earth

is a round clod of clay

It hangs in the air


Amused and roused

She then made

Some orbs of clay

and kept pelting them up.


What are you doing, dear?

I asked her


'Pelting earth' she smiled.


Yes I can see,

but why?


Let it hover over there

If it will!

We need a new earth.


CURSE : Poem by Neelabh Sourav

 CURSE


- Neelabh Sourav.

Translated from Assamese by: Bibekananda Choudhury.


I saw a variegated face on your hands
I saw a chequered venomous snake
Eyes bulging
Cheek nose swelled up like the character
in the painting of Van Gogh
Coughing intermittently
I saw an amazing sight on your palms
Magical actor fingers
I got startled on reading
What have you written

How dare you
Making a mincemeat of people
What an astonishing devilish pen I saw
On your hands


Yesterday I talked with many : Poem by Neelabh Sourav

 Yesterday I talked with many

Translated by:  Bibekananda Choudhury.
Origin (Assamese) : Neelabh Sourav

There was a time - you talked to me.
Today is another time - I am talking to you.
There was a time - you had been oblivious
Today is another time - I am oblivious

Wheel rotates thus

Yesterday as I talked I did not feel as before
Because you had been in the West - I in the east

There had been a time you were dissatisfied with something
Today is another time something happened
You like something

I am a fallen tree but old

As you cross you can kick me
But on return you can still talk to me

Yesterday you talked haltingly pondering on between
Because you very well know
You have laid a trap
Without letting the lion or the mouse
To get the scent of it
Cautiously
Pacifying yourself

Yesterday
You taught the rule of
Not the light or the ray
But of darkness

Yesterday you knew
You were vouching against yourself


RESTLESSNESS : Poem by Neelabh Sourav

RESTLESSNESS


Poet : Neelabh Sourav 

Translated by:  Bibekananda Choudhury (from assamese)

Bird flies
So bird is restless
You say
House is stable,
tree is stable


At the last point of your visible limit
There is a wall at that very place
Another behind you

On both left and right
There are two more


At the distance beyond your sight
There
The houses fly
The treea fly

Be stable .

PHILOSOPHY : Poem by Neelabh Sourav

PHILOSOPHY


Neelabh Sourav

Translated from Assamese by - Bibekananda Choudhury

A shirt lay standing on the road
People have gathered forming a crowd
To form a crowd is people's duty
People have learnt a lot through this act
But it was not the assigned duty
of the shirt that lay standing
The shirt belonged to someone
The crowd of naked people were seeing past and future intermittantly
in a sculpted shirt


Bishnuprasad Rabha: The Renaissance Man of Assam

 Bishnuprasad Rabha: The Renaissance Man of Assam ( Brief Description : Bishnuprasad Rabha (1909-1969) was a multifaceted personality from ...