Adios amigo...

And with that,one of the most satisfying experiences of my life comes to an end. Yes,this is the last 'Memorable March' pre-post. This is the last time I'll try to inspire you all and squeeze something out of your constipated ass. This is the last time I'll hide my dandruff under the moderator's hat.
                                                                                                  I'll keep it short and simple for the grand finale(in contrast to the very spirit of the words 'grand' and 'finale'). I despise gimmicks in any form. So,this week the inspiration is the most plain,even my writing will be at its simplest best. I don't want 'Memorable March' to pack a punch before taking the final bow,I want it to exit as silently as it came and get lost into the crowd of the dirty city. Remember the surprise I had told you all about(and specially the Bong bloggers and readers)? Well,it's time to reveal that. I've two inspirations this week! Yes,you guessed it right. One of them is in Bengali. I love English. Period. But maybe it's time to go back to my roots and resurrect the sleeping Bengali in me. So,here it is-

"Her teeth were green.
My nails were black."
               AND
"Bidhawbar writuchawkrey amar awnayash jaatayaat."

 And now it's time for the pictures!

The white pair is a new addition to my wardrobe. The shirt is a gift from my cousin and it fits me like a dream! The yellow pumps are old(and raped) though I've worn them only once before.
                                                                                                                     And another piece of news(I should probably call it even 'good'),I got into IISWBM(the oldest B school in India and the mentor institute of IIM-Calcutta for a long time). I'm not sure if it's a dream come true(I'm becoming unsure of everything with each passing day) but even if it's a nightmare,it's one of the less scary ones. So,cheers to that!
                                                                                                                                          And the rules,for the last time,

i) Use the inspiration(s) mentioned above in your post in any form. Just be inspired. ANYTHING will do.

ii)Mail your links to soumipaul07@gmail.com on or before 25th march,11:59 p.m.

Mourning the final nail in the coffin of 'democratic' India

We Indians take a lot of pride in being Indian,in being the citizen of a free,democratic country where everyone is given equal precedence,where no voice is lost amidst the chaos,where no one is denied justice and most importantly,where everyone is free to have an opinion.And that's precisely why the recent controversy regarding Salman Rushdie's presence in the Jaipur Literature Festival saddens me to death.
                                                                                                                       It doesn't take a literature critic to understand what a genius this man is.I've not read all his books but pondering over 'Midnight's children' for a considerable amount of time(Yes,it's the book that took me the longest time to finish) and reading select pages from 'The Satanic Verses' were enough to make up my mind on this legend.He isn't a feel-good writer,I'll give you that.But I don't know of a better read when I'm in any kind of emotional dilemma,when I'm having doubts about myself,about my abilities as an individual,when I feel like I've turned into everything I've been loathing since,like,forever...he comes to my rescue.He isn't easy-going,he isn't quick but just going through his books once restores my confidence back-my confidence on humanity,my confidence on the world.And to see that very man fall prey to this nasty conspiracy is extremely disheartening.
                                                                                                                                  You know what,I won't even get into that.Yes,he's one of my THE most favourite authors but then,someone might not like his works as much as I do and I totally understand that.But even if they don't,does that mean he shouldn't be allowed to say what he wants to,write what he'd like to...why'd he need an allowance in the first place?He's as much Indian as his protesters!Did these people need an allowance in order to hate him?And what's more saddening is that the Government literally remained a mute spectator throughout this whole joke.Insensitive,unreasonable and downright offensive demands will always be there but it's the Government's duty to make sure these demands are NOT met.And to do nothing as Jaipur Lit Fest goes on without his presence is nothing but fanning the extremist sentiments.It sets a bad precedence.It gives our country a bad reputation and it makes people like me want to say,'I'm an Indian and I'm not proud of it'.
                                                                                                                                    I'm not a Hindu,Muslim,Christian or Buddhist.but even I believe that God(if any)should be above everything.Even if the author wrote something blasphemous(which he didn't,according to me and many others),God should be powerful enough to rise above a mortal's 'opinions'.For every Salman Rushdie,God has trillions of people singing paeans to him,so,why does he care anyway?Live and let live,dude!Simple!
                                                         I'm not an intellectual(though at times,I claim to be).I don't understand literature(though I try very hard to).I'm no expert on religion(and I couldn't care less).But I DO believe in humanity and I try to abide by it.Driving an author of his stature to a point where he has no other option but to skip the festival(which claims to be the Cannes of Literature anyway)is shameful for all Indians.It's a sad day for democracy.
                     I'm wearing this nose ring to voice my protest against something so unjust! I think in some way or the other,it makes me look angry.And also,I won't be voting this time because if I spend hours standing in a queue and bring a political party to power and then no one hears my voice because I'm a peace-loving harmless citizen with no backbone and I can't issue 'fatwas',why care?