Feeling Entity

Life's a Car

debsuvra — Wed, 13 Aug 2014 17:40:24 +0530

Life is lot like a car you never thought you had. And then you realize that you have one for so long and it’s yours. You figure out the bits and pieces, the details of its machinery, you make yourself familiar with how its engine hums, how the breaks screech, and how the wiper blades leave those arcs on the windshield. And with some care and efforts, you knowingly set yourself on the road. You discover the mileage, the ways of smooth transmission and responsive steering, you begin to enjoy the car and your drive. You look forward on your way, you see the road signs pointing towards your destinations, you thrive for them. And one day, if you are perceptive enough, you recognize that it was always the journey that mattered, and not the destinations.

যতকিঞ্চিত #4

debsuvra — Sun, 01 Jun 2014 17:09:54 +0530

'লাঞ্চ' না করে দেহকে 'লাঞ্ছনা' করার কোনো মানে হয়?

যতকিঞ্চিত #3

debsuvra — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 17:22:38 +0530

যদি তোর ডাক শুনে কেউ না আসে, তবে আর ডেকো না রে।

পুনশ্চ, রবি ঠাকুর, নিজগুনে মাফ করে দিয়েন।

যতকিঞ্চিত #2

debsuvra — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 02:15:41 +0530

শহরে শেষ ভূমিকম্প প্রসঙ্গে স্কুলের এক সহপাঠির ফেসবুক বার্তা: “হঠাত কেঁপে উঠলাম।” আঃ নস্টালজিয়া, একদম স্কুলে অঙ্ক পরীক্ষার রেজাল্ট বেরোনোর পর বাড়ি ফেরার পরের অভিজ্ঞতা।

যতকিঞ্চিত #1

debsuvra — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 01:20:00 +0530

আজ প্রাইমারি ইস্কুলের কথা বড়ই মনে আসিতেছে, আর কেহ হোঁদল কুতকুতের কথা আজকাল বড় উল্লেখ করিয়া থাকে না।

imperfectwriting: I went to the mall, and a little girl called...

debsuvra — Sun, 21 Oct 2012 00:18:44 +0530

imperfectwriting:

I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist.

My name is Ela. I am seventeen years old. I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab. So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through.

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall. Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack. Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us. Not today. People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us. They didn’t talk to us. They acted like we didn’t exist. They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all.

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists. She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything. I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice. However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget. The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store.

All that because I put a scarf on my head. Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil. It didn’t matter that I was a nice person. All that mattered was that I looked different. That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing.

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call. It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day. It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim.

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message. Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions. Reblog this. Tell your friends. I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.

Old Pondicherry Chronicles posts

debsuvra — Mon, 24 Sep 2012 23:40:00 +0530

Old Pondicherry Chronicles posts:

Update: Posterous has shut down their service so the link won’t work anymore!

As I made my transition to Tumblr from Posterous recently and finalized a workable design, I couldn’t find a smooth way to transfer all my posts to Tumblr with their original metadata intact. Yeah, highly ‘ungeeky’ of me, I know that, no bonus point for guessing. So if anyone is wondering about the ‘missing’ 6 episodes from this highly unpopular ‘Pondicherry Chronicles’ series of posts, they’re welcome to visit my old Posterous site using that shared link at the top.

Pondicherry Chronicles Episode 7: Unexpected Burden of Chronic Boredom

debsuvra — Mon, 24 Sep 2012 23:21:00 +0530

Isn’t it cute thinking about dreams and dreaming about fulfilling those dreams in ‘future’? My level of romanticism for Physics is most probably as high as that to ensure a steady flow of cute-gasm and believe me, it also works hard to save those bucks which would’ve been lost on food and booze, among ‘other’ things. But then, you planned your life, spent the first three years with relative ease, nonsensical grades, and growing discontent on own ability to limp along with herd of donkeys and bam - something sinister comes up on the way and terrorizes the village.

I can’t deny that my parents warned me about my lack of maturity & social skills and that those would perhaps cost me a dearly in ways beyond my sheer skills of vivid imaginations. But how can one anticipate that notion of attending periodic mechanized time intervals which are supposed to infuse me with ~~brain slugs and unicorn blood~~ necessary tools of knowledge, fitting like small cogs inside a grand machinery, can unfortunately impose a burden of chronic boredom? It is not really hard for people to anticipate the agonizing experiences when my so-called-shy classmates openly aggravate that they finally realized how does it feel like to be raped. Although many other admirable persons on the same humbling profession can easily grow doubts on our incompetence, lack of empathetic half of our brains, inept skills and regular feats of ruckus mongering, I stand by my statements on boredom inducing sweat-sessions. Frankly speaking, my little piece of grey matter, lurking somewhere inside my body, can’t stress enough to process these unfathomable amount of dull, unimaginative and severely lacking in food for thought contents which have been bombarded with remarkable precision and punctuality. Another interesting topic is how the same was being carried on for several years now without any noticeable sign of protest and negative remarks but assessing the almost non-existent voice for standing up to the system easily answers that question.

So at the end, it’s up to my shoulders to carry on this burden that does no good and feeds our lack of interests. System stands for itself and its gaping holes are allowing too many a junks with passing days; most unfortunately I’m just but a lone, vocal sufferer.

Roadblocks and Finalization

debsuvra — Sat, 08 Sep 2012 02:39:00 +0530

Finally managed to achieve a very clean and minimalistic design for my blog. Instead of creating a new Tumblr theme from the ground up, it was far more easier to take a minimalist theme and customize it according to my needs. After more than an hour of tinkering with CSS, HTML and little troubleshooting with an unfortunate roadblock that restricted Disqus comment box to appear on individual posts, everything is working pretty much the way I wanted. So without much further ado, I present you

I hope this will be a productive collaboration. Keeping my fingers crossed.

Transition and reincarnation

debsuvra — Fri, 07 Sep 2012 21:00:16 +0530

Task: Moving all blogs to Tumblr

Objective: Embracing the Hipster platform, hugging it tighter than a facehugger does.

Status: Complete!

I was one of the early adopters of Posterous when it first launched some four years back in 2008, simply because of the smell of a new platform with a pinch of adventurousness of a test pilot. Tumblr debuted even a year earlier and already gained quite a momentum by that time. Anyway, my journey with Posterous was the most productive one I’ve ever had on a web platform post count wise and not including the cacophony I made over at Twitter. After moving to south India for grad school, I tried to keep up with some sort of a memoir, something that may bring an elderly Debsuvra a little grin on his wrinkled face (but they said oily skin gets wrinkles a little late, I hope I’ll be alive to see my wrinkles).

In the meantime, I found out that when it comes to publishing written stuffs online, I prefer minimalistic design that is not hideous. Unfortunately, Posterous themes were rather unpleasing in this context and so here I am, back to Tumblr after using a competing platform (acquired by Twitter) for more than four years.

That was the transition part in long, now time for the reincarnation part in short. Grad school work is rather tiresome than the time I had for last three years for undergrad studies and I can hardly find out time for my hobbies - namely a little coding and moderate amount of hopping around with my DSLR. Although blogging is not a replacement for either of those two but I feel sometimes it’s palatable to share the weird mumbo jumbos of my miserable life. So, the dead blogger rises again, this time it’s fully loaded zombie action.

TL;DR: Frankly speaking the platform didn’t matter much for a casual blogger with a huge knack of procrastination like me and thus I’m making a huge fuss over non-existent issues to hide my tumultuous emotional wackiness. Oh, and I’m starting blogging again.