Sunday, June 19, 2022

The sad story of transformation of one of the most brilliant engineering students from one of the most backward places of #bharat into a medical #guineapig

 

Joining the dot backward...

On this father's day, I would like to narrate a real lie sad story of how I, a brilliant engineering student from West Bengal, left his small, rural rustic place, an absolute blissful lifestyle, the love, and care of his parents and sisters and came to Kolkata with a dream of becoming an engineer from the second oldest engineering college of #bharat called Bengal Engineering College in the year 1988, never imagined to be converted into a medical guineapig in the year 1989, when he changed his department from civil to electronics by qualifying the JEE once again with a rank of 130.

And today, because some of the kind-hearted people from abroad, whom he even does not know at all, took the responsibility on their shoulders to make me awakened by indirectly providing me the inputs which helped me to really join the dots backward about such an inhuman ghastly plan of the woke intellectuals of #bharat

And today, I am sorry to announce that all of these people are from abroad, well-renowned psychologists and medical professionals who may be by looking at the plight of a living human guineapig, being put under subhuman conditioning for so many years and then started crying in the closed door of his apartment, without any hopes, started spilling over the bins of his mental trauma and condition on LinkedIn just to let the #universe know - that I am not able to bear the burden anymore - please rescue me.

And the saddest part is that still, nobody from #bharat took the responsibility to disclose it to me - the cowardly people of #bharat - always ready to kill their own people instead of fighting against the real enemy.

And the irony is that when one kind-hearted person from abroad informed me indirectly, that even after such traumatized prolonged subhuman mental conditioning, "they" don't want me to be cured - I was really shocked - how cruel people could really be?

#nazicamp from 1989 - 2022 for a brilliant student from rural #bharat - who were awakened about the real history of #bharat by none other than his grandfather, the great scientific facts about Vishalyakarani, Sanjeevani medicines, the reason why every year Hitler used to send many people from Germany to collect the ancient Sanskrit textbooks and biological plants from the Himalayan area and how it helped the homeopathy industry in Germany to grow and how their weapon research during the world war II, the conspiracy of Maxmueller, the ancient Ramayana, the Mahabharata, the great epic stories of Second World War from the book called Dwitiyo Bishwajuddher Itihaas by Vivekananda   , stories of Jule Verne's, stories of Sherlock Holmes, stories of Sharadindu Bandopadhyay, Satyajit Ray, the great stories describing the real dances of American soldiers on the streets of Bharat while watching the half-naked poor village urchins relishing the chocolates thrown from their Army truck, who spent happy times by cuddling the cows in the backyard, eating Jamuns directly from the tree, flying kites, playing carrom and badminton, and still finished the class XI maths when he was just on class VII - the ill fate result of poverty and woke intellectualisms of stupid so-called half-moron people from #bharat for a poor Brahmin young happy Waltzing Matilda.

When the people #bharat, by staying on the safe side as a fence sitter, enjoy their own false sense of superiority and try to justify the experimentation with their woke knowledge - and when being asked to put themselves in the same shoes for further investigation - just turn around and never show their faces - and fortunately, because of the internet, when unknowingly this poor half-dead human subject could sense that unknown persons from abroad are actually trying to help him - and he starts believing them more than his own friends and relatives - and in fact, he is regaining the lost power which was taken away from him by the so-called woke minded people of his own country, and that the foreigners are actually helping him to move out of the pit,

#lordshiva - I wish I were dead - by looking at the sheer betrayal.

And then, at this point of time, when the doctors from #bharat are making the hollow sound that #truth will be exposed very soon but probably the analysis is not very satisfactory and they cannot map the result matrix at all with their #woke mind, without taking into cognizance that, one of the guniea pigs, that is me, could sense the importance of the message he is posting in the internet at the global level, for whatever may be the reason, like statistical analysis, sentiment analysis, and all such man-made problems, his postings with his natural skewed minds - like water, mountain, plucking the grass, Jamun, ladies finger, potato, potato boiled in water, microwave-fried potato, mizinformation, garamhawa, have a look at the cut piece to know the hole and all such crypto language that he can use without any effort at all is fed to AI language engine to make the stupid AI behave a little bit like a human, and when he found out the moment he posted about his own study work on Fluid Simulation using MantaFlow which he is pursuing to tarin his young son, #ridit - currently an 11-years-old boy in the morning and then in Havard, the difficulties of Fluid Simulation and all sorts of stuffs are being discussed openly - and then he thought - ok- at least i am no more a gunie pig and even i could contribute positively in the learning body of the knowledgeable people - and then he made his wife #reema aware of these stuffs going around - so he got back the confidence one needs to survive in this world - and with that newly gained confidence he even kind of took a rebirth and became the original one - the one that left the small town of #purulia with lot of confidence and real knowledge - he feels pity for the medical fraternity of #bharat and thinks - aur ktna din pichra hua rahoge... go and f*ck yourselves with your own #truth - nobody in the #universe actually cares - first get yourselves properly cured - and then try to cure patients - and  enjoys his morning tea on the roof top at 4:00 am.


I am sure, #lordshiva probably knows all of these things - and I will leave it upon him to punish them or #AVENGEME

#lordshiva - for the time being, please do the #tandava to cleanse the system and flush the swamp.

Help the Helpless and the Hapless... 

Now it's time for us to reclaim our lives as #whoweare 

and it should not be conditioned by others or rather how others want to see us - 

but rather how we want to portray ourselves... 

And hence from now onwards, with all my skewed mindset, straight mindset, the mindset of a scientist, mindset of an engineer, and actually with the real mindsets of 50 shades of grey, I will try to share knowledge and wisdom with the people of #universe without actually expecting anything back from anyone. 

So, the #guru will just take his true form of a #guru and nothing else... 

No more ... no less... 

Last, but not least, it's only because of some kind-hearted global people, I came to know that I was a kind of a frog put in the boiling water. But had the people of my own country shown the courage and the responsibility to let me know about this, I would have been satisfied that we are now not afraid to open our eyes and we are ready for openness. 

But alas! 

I was actually disappointed. The people of #bharat still need to be mature enough if they wish to play important roles on the global scale... 

Otherwise, get yourselves ready to play the role of a 

#naukar 

and do 

#naukri 

all through your lives...

Now read this fantastic book on Second World War which I read when I was in class VI or VII... 


Enjoy!!!

Thursday, June 16, 2022

Subah Kab Hogi - a poem written and recited by my wife #reema

 


Bar Kheye Khudiram - Who does not want a good martyr - the great conundrum of human life...




 


love it ... 


who does not want a good #martyr? 


the biggest #conundrum of human life... 


I want to #sacrifice my life for my #country... 


the country? which country?  the geographical boundaries of the country? the people of the country? 

to protect the culture that I have imbibed? 

or to protect the powerful political class and the bureaucrat who calls the shots? 

what will happen to my #mom, #dad, #son, #daughter, or #wife?

Will my "country" take care of them after my supreme sacrifice? 

will I be just a photo frame hanging on the wall for my sobbing wife and kids? 

am I doing it because I have been given a salary? 

do I really need to sacrifice my life for this paltry sum? 


or I would rather spend my life just like the Waltzing Matilda? 


A big perplex for the people who love their "country".


#lordkrishna uttered #gita. #arjuna regained the #power


but what happened to thy neighbor who sent his only young son to the battlefield who never got a chance to be reunited with his old parents? 

is there a mention of that young boy and his parents anywhere? 

do we need to remember him at all? 

was he just destined for going into the pathway of #oblivion? can we get back his old reference? 

or should we care at all? 

the great #epic

aaahhhhh!!! 

#einstein thinking deeply in heaven... 

what a great use of his thought E=mc^2 on #hiroshima and #nagasaki. 

I love my country. I have done this research to serve my nation. I am a #scientist.

and a crew of the Enola Gay while coming back uttered …

"My God...what have we done..." 

and the pilot of the Enola Gay, when discovered that there is not enough fuel and they are in real trouble, murmured,... "Okay... we are ready to #sacrifice our lives if this is what my country wants... I am sure my family back home will remember me for the great act of valor and bravery that I have just performed... "

and the #beatles start singing "Let it be ..."

Nobody understands the pain of a soldier except close family members and friends.

Listen to the cry of such a soldier of Ukraine...




it may sound ridiculous and frivolous here... but if we think a little deeper... we will understand the sarcasm behind this great colloquial statement among the youth of Bengal...

"baar kheye khudiram...'

In a battle between political leaders - it is always a Waltzing Matilda with a tin hat who is at the receiving end...





baar kheye Khudiram - a bit details

Khudiram was hanged by the Britishers at the age of 17. 

Meaning he was fed with so much #positivity (?) that he never gave it a second thought before the supreme sacrifice for the nation.

And we - as the current citizens of #bharat have done the exact things so that the future generation will hardly remember his name...

Oh My God...

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Become the best friend of each and everyone of your family...

 



Some days back, I was having a discussion with my wife #reema if someone is kept in a certain environment how it might affect his/her mental development.


So, let me tell you about the practical approach, a more pragmatic approach that I have learned while passing through this dark tunnel of life.


And what it taught me is that we should never spend our time thinking about any specific matter which is not going to add any value to our lives and this is the only way we could move out of the loop of negativity.


I spent a kind of maverick lifestyle in my small hometown at one of the most backward places of #bharat called #purulia. I grew up naturally, spending time under the hot sun of May-June during the afternoon on the rooftop flying kites and then being thrashed by my dad for not taking care of my health, spending quality time with the cows at the cow shed at our backyard, eating jamuns (Indian Blackberry) directly from the tree, playing Lal-Daang (a rural game where one has to keep his wooden stick touching a red brick / or anything red) to remain safe, playing Guli-Danda, playing carrom, badminton and yet studying books like “Dytyio Biswajuddher Itihaas” by Vivekananda Mukhopadhyay, Jule Vern’s novels, Sherlock Holmes, Ramayan, Mahabharata, Nante Fonte, Handa-Bhonda, Bantul The Great, Betal (Phantom), Mandrake, Batris Singhason (Singhasan Battisi) and many such, listening to marvelous stories from my grandfather and frankly speaking never thought of choosing any specific career or as such anything special in life. It was just unplanned, absolute freedom, without anybody’s supervision.


And the moment, I entered the college, the kinds of talks (like Beshyabritti and all such stuff) were not really what I expected and the center of gravity of my thought processing was completely changed. The whole concept of adulthood where we should thrive to do something really worthwhile was kind of polluted - centered around just one physical activity.


And that was enough to kill the natural growth of a human.


Similarly, when a girl is body-shamed continuously, what happens to her, is that all her natural thought processes started revolving around her physical appearance, and the center of gravity of her thought process becomes that physical aspect of life.


To overcome that, the best way is just to stop talking about those things. Stopping in the sense, just stop giving any importance at all to those thought processing.


And that’s why when I say the thoughts of living a life of chastity by Hanuman were much better than the thoughts of Gandhiji’s seeking TRUTH by suppressing his testosterone it has a profound meaning.


The former just gave the thought process about sex an absolute zero-second time, while the latter (Gandhiji) spent a whole lot of time just experimenting or rather revolving his thought process on the same subject - called SEX.


So if Hanumaan could become a  kind of became Indrajit (A person who can control his Indriya or senses), the latter (Gandhiji) actually became just a slave of the lowest part of the Muladhara Chakra - and even didn't gather enough courage to build his physical strength to do this physical activity with perfection - and then he thought this process as a TRUTH instead of an outcome of a Corrupt Mind which could not produce any fruitful result.

I remember, in the engineering college, I used to call these kinds of personalities Theory fucking bustards. Although at that time, the college professors were my target, with age I can easily call M K Gandhi just by that name.


So, when yesterday, my son #ridit came out of the bathroom and exclaimed, Baba, as you told me to sometimes fondle my kutu, today I did that and as you explained, the liquid came out with a force.


After listening to that, when I started dancing in front of him, saying, Voila, you have become a Man from a Boy and congratulated him for not being ashamed of this act and gave him a loving pat on his back for being courageous to explain it to me, he answered, Baba, did you forget the Father’s Day conversation with me last year where you explained everything to me and that’s why I take it as a natural growth of a Human Body and Psychic and that’s the reason i first told it to you.

Here goes my Father's Day conversation with my son :



And, hence for me, particularly in the nuclear family of modern city lives, maintaining friendly relationships among the family members is one of the most important aspects of modern parents.


And, probably, I am the best friend of my wife as well as my son in my small family and I am proud to lead a life like this.


Monday, June 13, 2022

Passing the baton - raising a multitalented young son...

 


Here is #ridit - our only son - in his different avatar - outside the world of technologies...

The singer - the tea maker - the chapati maker - the painter...

Haq - a poem written and recited by my wife Reema - meant for all the opportunists...


 


Udaan - the ultimate flight - written and recited by my wife Reema...

 


Udaan - the ultimate flight...


“WE ARE NOT WHERE WE WANT TO BE”


When life pushes a person against the wall when destiny just creates a miserable life when there was absolutely no hope for survival, 
when a person reaches the absolute bottom of his/her life...


After that...

the eagle in the person takes its

famous flight of rebirth...