Saturday, 29 October 2022

Window Seat | Weekly Column in Odia | 30.10.22

 

Window Seat | Mrinal Chatterjee | 30.10.22

Cricket Mania!

The day India defeated Pakistan in a crucial and dramatic match thanks to the swash buckling innings by Virat Kohli in T-20 world cup ISRO launched the first Indian rocket with 6 ton plus payload. It carried 36 satellites of OneWeb onboard LVM3. The LVM3-M2 mission is a dedicated commercial mission for a foreign customer OneWeb, through NSIL. 

Few noticed the feat. Most of us rejoiced at the defeat of Pakistan, more than celebrating the win of India. Crackers were burst. Sweets distributed. Many of us shouted Bharat Mata ki Jai. Social media platforms were filled with laudatory messages. Next day photographs of Virat Kohli adorned the front pages of almost all newspapers. The achievement of ISRO was tucked in the inner pages. There was hardly any buzz in the social media. Most of the television channels mentioned it passingly.

And then, we lament why we are not able to produce more scientists?

Saptaparni

Post rain, this is the time of the season's first flowering of the Saptaparni (Alstonia scholaris) trees. It is known in many names across the country. In Odia it is called Chachina, in Bengali and Assamese it is Chatim. It is called Pala maram(Pala tree) in Malayalam. In several Hindi speaking states, it is called Saitan ki Ped (Devil's tree). In English it is also called the Blackboard tree.



Saptaparni flowers, which also signal the advent of winter in North India, will be there for a month. By the time one discards the half sweater or half jacket for full woollen cover and we exhaust celebrating all our festivals, the flowers would have turned grey from greenish ivory which they are now.

Saptaparni tree is interesting, as it conjures completely different images. It is associated with scholarship and knowledge. It is the State Tree of West Bengal. In Viswa Bharti, Shantiniketan a leaf of this tree is presented to the Chancellor before the convocation ceremony. It is called ‘Devil’s Tree’ in several parts of the country as no cattle eat its leaves. In Kerala it is believed that the heady scent of the flowers of the tree attracts Yakshis (paranormal female beings).

There is hardly any tree which evokes so different feelings.

Dilip ‘ORS’ Mahalanabis

Eminent paediatrician Dr Dilip Mahalanabis, who pioneered the use of oral rehydration therapy during the outbreak of cholera among refugees of the 1971 Bangladesh Liberation War, passed away recently after a long age related ailments. He was 88.



Oral Rehydration Solution (ORS) as a simple, effective remedy for dehydration is presently known and used around the world. According to the World Health Organisation (WHO), diarrhoeal diseases, such as cholera, are among the leading causes of mortality in infants and young children in many developing countries, where the patient dies of dehydration. ORS, a combination of water, glucose and salts, is a simple and cost-effective method of preventing this. The Lancet called it “the most important medical discovery of the 20th century.’’

Born on November 12, 1934 in West Bengal, Dr Mahalanabis studied in Kolkata and London, and joined the Johns Hopkins University International Centre for Medical Research and Training in Kolkata in the 1960s, where he carried out research in oral rehydration therapy.

When the 1971 war broke out, millions of people from then East Pakistan took refuge in India. Clean drinking water and sanitation were problems at these refugee camps, and cholera and diarrhoea broke out among people anyway exhausted and dehydrated. Dr Mahalanabis and his team were working in one such camp at Bongaon. And it was at this point that ORS was used and found to be highly effective.

 

From 1975 to 1979, Dr Mahalanabis worked in cholera control for WHO in Afghanistan, Egypt and Yemen. During the 1980s, he worked as a WHO consultant on research on the management of bacterial diseases.

In 2002, Dr Dilip Mahalanabis along with Dr Nathaniel F Pierce was awarded the Pollin Prize by Columbia University (considered the equivalent of Nobel in peadiatrics).

His contribution to the discipline of medicine could be mapped in the fact that WHO eventually adopted ORS as the standard method for treating cholera and other diarrhoeal diseases. In India, July 29 is observed as ORS Day.

Eco-friendly College

Recently I visited Imperial College at Bargarh, Odisha. I found it to be one of the most eco-conscious and study-friendly colleges of Odisha.



This is one of the few colleges in Odisha which has integrated it in its architecture and building plan (open space to get sunlight and natural air, use of hollow bricks to reduce temperature in summer and noise) and landscaping (creating water body at strategic place to get cooler air flow). It has created an open air library inside an old and discarded car using old TV sets and microwave boxes; couple of water bodies including a lotus pond, an organic farm, and an open air study area. They have a project to produce ‘holy fertiliser’ out of the worn flowers offered in nearby temples. They use this fertiliser for organic farming.

Wish other colleges replicate what they are doing.

Tailpiece-1: Law and In-Law

Infosys acquires Britain. Not by law but by in-law.

Tailpiece-2: Heard

Just heard on the grapevine: Truss will now fly first class for the rest of her life. 

No one wants her anywhere near business or economy !!

(Courtesy: Social Media)

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Journalist turned media academician Mrinal Chatterjee lives in Dhenkanal, Odisha. He also writes fiction and plays. He can be contacted at mrinalchatterjeeiimc@gmail.com

 

 

Pathe Prantare | Weekly Column in Odia | 30.10.22

Samay 30.10.22

 

Saturday, 8 October 2022

Window Seat. My weekly column in English. 9.10.22

 

Window Seat | Mrinal Chatterjee |9.10.22 

The Waste Land at 100

This October, The Waste Land, the most well-known poem of T.S. Eliot turns 100. It was first published in October 1922 in the British journal The Criterion, then a month later in the American journal The Dial, before appearing in book form, firstly, in America by Boni and Liverlight in 1922, and then in 1923 by Leonard and Virginia Woolf's Hogarth Press. 

First Edition of The Waste land
It was the most revolutionary poem of its time, offering a devastating vision of modern civilisation. It gave birth to a new form of poetry, breaking away from the conventional styles that existed till the beginning of 20th century.

In its 434 lines, this poem weaves multiple allusions and visions. It shows the waste land that this world has turned to and also shows how the situation could be redeemed. It’s a poem of timeless appeal.

I still remember the way Prof. Frederick Wright used to teach us this poem in our MA English class at Ravenshaw College (now University), Cuttack. It was mesmerizing.   

Post-Puja Problems

For the Bengalis Durga Pujo is almost synonymous with ‘Pet-Pujo’- eating sumptuously, especially non-vegetarian dishes. Many of my non-Bengali friends, especially from North-India are intrigued. How can you eat non-vegetarian food during a Puja?

Here is an answer, however unconvincing it may sound. Please appreciate Durga is viewed simultaneously from two perspectives in Bengal. She is a goddess, a fiery one - ok. But she is also viewed as our ‘gharer meye’- daughter of the house, who has come to visit her parent’s place on her annual sojourn with her children- Kartick, Ganesh, Laxmi and Saraswati with their ‘bahans’. So as it happens when the daughter visits her parental home- she is looked after well, and the feast goes on. Apparently this duality is non-comprehensible and feels almost bizarre. But in Bengal it is accepted and viewed as absolutely normal.

So almost all Bengalis have the post-puja problem with their pet- tummy. During this time they also gain weight. Sugar level goes haywire. But who cares! This is once in a year occasion.

Hanlon's razor

Hanlon's razor is a philosophical principle that says "never attribute to malice that which can be explained by negligence or stupidity. The phrase ‘Hanlon’s razor’ was coined by Robert J. Hanlon, but it has been voiced by many people throughout history, as far back as 1774. 

Let me give you an example of this rather simple principle. If your friend has not invited you to his daughter's marriage, it may not have been with the intention to ignore you. He simply might have forgotten. This has actually happened with me.

Your friend didn't advance you a loan you asked for. May be he was in dire straits himself, but did not share his difficulties.

There can be innumerable such examples from diverse fields. We attribute motives and form adverse opinions about every person/ situation that adversely affects us. We cook up conspiracy theories without a thought and without an iota of evidence justifying such adverse conclusions. In fact, misunderstandings and neglect create more confusion in this world than trickery and malice. At any rate, the last two are certainly much less frequent. 

So next time a friend forgets to invite you or declines to advance a loan take it as an oversight or, at best an aberration.

This principle effectively means people are basically good. It can definitely make us happier, even if, as some will claim, it can make us appear idiotic or at best simpleton. In that case remember, what Napoleon Bonaparte famously declared:

‘Never ascribe to malice that which is adequately explained by incompetence.’

Chittaranjan Das

If alive, Chittaranjan Das, one of the finest thinkers, essayists and educationists that Odisha has produced would have turned 99 on 3 October last.

Born at Bagalpur village in the undivided Cuttack district in 1923, Das took active part in student movement in Class X. During his student days at Ravenshaw, he was involved with the Communist Party of India. Later in 1942, he joined Quit India Movement and was imprisoned.

Das went on to study at Shantiniketan in 1945 where he was exposed to a world of intellectuals, thinkers and writers. Subsequently, he went to Europe and Asian countries where he studied psychology, sociology and cultural anthropology.  An associate of philosopher Martin Buber and Naba Krushna Chaudhury, he was trained in clinical psychology at the Vienna School, established by Sigmund Freud, who founded the psychoanalytic school of psychiatry.

Das returned to India but instead of taking up a regular job, he joined Jibana Bidyalaya, a school near Angul for basic education inspired by Gandhi’s vision. This was a turning point in his life. He turned to education and throughout his life attempted to provide value and morality based education.

He was proficient in many languages. His vast studies covered many areas of social sciences. He wrote and translated over 250 books, which included anthology of essays, travelogues and a vast body of work on Sri Aurobindo  and   Sri Ma. He was conferred with Sahitya Akademi Award in 1998.

I have had the privilege of meeting him on many occasions. He had a childlike smile. I once told him so. He said and I remember that as a life -mantra: Mrinal Babu, pila hei rahile bhala. It is good to remain a child.

Through the Screen

We live at a strange time. We are more eager to capture the moments for the posterity, without actually relishing it ourselves. And we hardly ever, look at those pictures or videos- later. Even if we do- it never really gives the experience of the time it was actually captured. So we lose the real experience in the elusive hope of capturing it and keeping it to savour as and when we please.

Photo: Mrinal Chatterjee.
Location: A Puja Mandap at a village about 5 km from Jagatsinghpur, Odisha.


In puja pandals I have seen increasingly more people trying to capture the sights of the aarti in their mobile, than actually experiencing it.

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Journalist turned media academician Mrinal Chatterjee lives in Dhenkanal, Odisha. He also writes fiction and plays.

mrinalchatterjeeiimc@gmail.com

 

 

Pathe Prantare | Weekly Column in Odia | 9.10.22

Samaya, 9.10.22

 

Sunday, 2 October 2022

Radio Talk on the occasion of International Day of Non-Violence. Language: Odia | On Radio Bhubaneswar

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Weekly 'slice of life' Column Window Seat | 2.10.22

 Window Seat | Mrinal Chatterjee |2.10.22

Irony

October 2, the birthday of Mahatma Gandhi is observed as the International Day of Non-Violence since 2007 to "disseminate the message of non-violence, including through education and public awareness".

Mahatma Gandhi was in public life for over half a century- from late 19 century in South Africa (he formed Natal Indian Congress on 22 August 1894) to India till his death in January 1948 in Delhi. His socio-political movements were based on three pillars: truth, justice and non-violence.

As Ehsan Naraghi writes in the UNESCO Courier in 1992, “The name of Mahatma Gandhi transcends the bounds of race, religion and nation-states, and has emerged as the prophetic voice of the twenty-first century. The world remembers Gandhi not just for his passionate adherence to the practice of non-violence and supreme humanism, but as the benchmark against which we test men and women in public life, political ideas and government policies, and the hopes and wishes of our shared planet.”



It is often said that history is full of irony. Consider what happened as India was coming closer to gaining its independence from the British raj. It was Gandhi , who primarily led the freedom movement from 1922 (non-cooperation movement)  till 1942 (Quit India Movement). There were other movements which attempted to use violent means though. Gandhi was opposed to the partition of the country. But partition happened because barring a few like Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan,  almost all leaders of most of the political parties and the British Raj wanted partition. Two independent dominions- India and Pakistan based broadly on religion were created. Pakistan had two landmasses, East and West Pakistan, 2020 km apart from each other. 

The abrupt partition of India, occurring after two intense years of anticipatory turmoil was poorly planned and executed in haste. It was eerily violent and deeply traumatic. The partition displaced over 14 million people along religious lines, creating overwhelming refugee crises in the newly constituted dominions; there was large-scale violence, with estimates of loss of life varying between several hundred thousand and two million. Thousands of women were raped and abducted.  Never before in the history of mankind had such large scale violence and displacement of population taken place within such a short span of time. Though India and Pakistan share a common culture, and people of the dominant religions- Hindu, Muslim and Sikh -have been living together for ages, the violence that happened reached unprecedented scales, with Hindus and Sikhs on one side and Muslims on the other.

The ultimate irony was, on 14-15 August 1947 night, when India was celebrating its independence and the first prime minister of independent India Nehru was delivering his now iconic ‘tryst with destiny’ speech, the ‘father of the nation’ was sitting huddled with others at a house named Hyderi Manzil, close to a Muslim-dominated slum in Calcutta (now Kolkata) fasting and praying for communal harmony.

Fallen Flower

Anybody going on a morning walk in small towns and cities can find them- persons with a stick in hand and polythene bag in pocket. They would pluck flowers from roadside flowering trees, steal from other’s gardens and public park. If you confront them, they would say: it is for puja (worship) of God at home- as if God had specially asked them to do so.



With this as background, I’ll now retell what my friend and journalist-turned media academician Mrityunjay Chatterjee has written on his social media platform:

Every morning, I see an elderly gentleman picking up flowers fallen under a tree and placing them in a basket. He would pick the flowers tenderly and with a strange devotion.

His activity used to intrigue me.

Today I saw him again and decided to put my curiosity to rest, about why he picked up fallen flowers while other elderly people plucked fresh flowers.

I asked him, "I always see you picking up these fallen flowers from the ground. What do you do with them?"

-      "I offer these flowers at the feet of the deities at home," he answered calmly.

This was the first time I had heard something like this. So, I asked him again, "If you don't mind, may I ask why you offer fallen flowers to God when there are so many flowers on the tree?"

-      "I help the flowers fulfill their purpose - of being with God in their last days. They have life too; like us, they also want to be with God in their final days, don't they?" he asked me.

I nodded in silence with a strange churn in my inner being.

He said, "Some people pluck buds that have not yet bloomed and some only pluck buds that have just blossomed, not even letting them release their fragrance. Everyone takes what is beautiful and takes away the plant's beauty from it. See how these plants look, colorless and deserted."

He continued, "Every flower has a purpose, to be with God. While everyone takes the flowers that are still on the plants, I do not choose those. It is not the flowers' fault that they fell off. They also deserve to be with God. You should try it too, it will give you peace and happiness...just as it gives me. I cannot support anyone in this old age, but I can at least help these flowers achieve their goal."

I just nodded, wished him well and kept on walking.

My mind was racing. With this new inspiration and idea, I decided that I should also try to collect fallen flowers.

I crossed a hibiscus tree and saw some flowers under the tree. As I bent down to pick them up, I heard a voice.

"You cannot offer fallen flowers to God," I heard an inner voice say. I stopped for a moment.

"God is only looking for your feeling and devotion, so go ahead and pick up," I argued with myself.

After a few moments of this turmoil, I picked up the flowers and placed them on my palms. As soon as I placed the flowers on my palms, I got goose bumps and my heart began to race. It was a very different kind of love that I was feeling for these flowers from inside.

I brought those flowers home, washed them and put them where they should be, at the feet of the Lord.

The whole experience was just wonderful. I felt great within. I felt as if I had saved someone's life or helped someone come out of misery. I had never felt this kind of satisfaction ever before.

And I will continue to do so --Pick up what has fallen.

In life, we always want to be around good and beautiful people. We want to see ourselves with people who are of our stature, and those who are below our stature, we want to see them below us.

But, the real satisfaction comes when we help someone and make their life better. Be it human, animal, bird or any other form of life.

So why not flowers?

Conversation Triggers

Every city has its own conversation triggers.

In Delhi it moves around political and administrative power.

In Kolkata it is Politics, food and culture (pronounced- kalchar).

In Chennai it is cinema and stars.

In Mumbai it is rains, trains and share market.

In Bhubaneswar it is temperature- hot or cold, depending on the time of the year.

In Bangalore it is traffic jam. Everybody talks about it at least five times a day.

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Journalist turned media academician Mrinal Chatterjee lives in Dhenkanal, Odisha. He also writes fiction and plays.

mrinalchatterjeeiimc@gmail.com

This column is published in Gangtok based English daily Sikkim Express, Indore based English daily Free Press Journal and Bhubaneswar based news site www.prameyanews.com