অঙ্কুর - Ankur 2011 - BASC - Bengali Association of Southern ...
অঙ্কুর - Ankur 2011 - BASC - Bengali Association of Southern ...
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<strong>Ankur</strong> <strong>2011</strong> aк <strong>2011</strong><br />
SPRING<br />
Mohona Roy Ganguly<br />
Age 8<br />
Winter has gone by,<br />
The clouds have left the beautiful sky<br />
The flowers have burst into bloom<br />
At this time no one wants to be in a room<br />
The trees are bursting with flowers<br />
Blooming, blooming in hours<br />
The water has turned crystal clear<br />
Everyone wants to go near<br />
Thakurmar Jhuli - Duel with a Kapalik<br />
Abiral Ganguly<br />
Age 9<br />
The year was 1939. One late, new moon night, my twenty-two year old grandfather,<br />
Ananta, was traveling in an East Indian Railway train <strong>of</strong> the British Empire. Having just started<br />
the first job <strong>of</strong> his life with the European gasoline company Burma Shell, the twenty-two year<br />
old was the only passenger in his compartment. The iron-horse was chugging its way through<br />
the densest and darkest forests towards Hazaribagh railway station. Hauled by a forty miles<br />
an hour steam engine, it huffed, puffed and whistled along the Grand Chord. The British had<br />
built this shortcut rail track to serve the southern parts <strong>of</strong> Bihar and to reduce the Delhi-<br />
Calcutta travel time. The path connected small coal mining towns such as Dhanbad and Gaya.<br />
Late in the night around 2AM, the train was rumbling through countless tunnels and<br />
bridges. Through the open windows, coal dust repeatedly flew into Ananta’s eyes. Buttoned<br />
up inside a black double-breasted coat, he seemed to enjoy the cold winter’s air. Off and on,<br />
the iron-caged overhead lights flickered in Ananta’s coach. He looked up and said to himself:<br />
“What is new.the dynamo that produces electricity in the train must be faulty.”<br />
Suddenly, the train screamed to an unscheduled halt in the dark night. It was a still,<br />
dense, hilly forest near Hazaribagh. A red signal had forced the passenger train to stop. A<br />
handful Kapaliks lived in these woods. Worshippers <strong>of</strong> Goddess Kali, this subset <strong>of</strong> Tantrics<br />
was addicted to violent rituals. These lone wanderers mostly lived in jungles and cremation<br />
grounds. Their belief was that in order to break free from the suffering endured by living<br />
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