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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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