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Poetry: Prem Prakash Limbu

http://www.setumag.com/2017/09/Author-Prem-Prakash-Limbu.html
Prem Prakash Limbu
HAIKUS

Night expands
dewdrops tinkle out
--- winter laughs in.

Sun wakes late
with gloomy lazy yawn
---body loathes out.

  Damp earth around
  Sip hot tea at cozy bed
---wake up and work.

The fireflies wake
with luminous lanterns
---to guard flowers.

The hooting owls
warn the presence of the ghosts
---to let trees sleep.

Autumn dissects leaves
that turns annoyingly dead pale
---welcomes new morning.

From the violet’s womb
glowed a burning flame of love
---on the hazy earth.

Spring spreads its palette
paints the hopeful blossoms of joy
---why does storm sting?
Embracing eachother
blooms in the same pot brightly
---a friendship lesson.

My dandelion
spreads her silky glossy hair
---at the fresh sunrise.

With tickling silhouette
blood wine fills the sky till brim
---enchanting my heart.

SENRYUS

On bald shiny head
the sprinter housefly that slips
---the old lazy man.

Buzzing mosquito
kisses my face and sucks blood
---Smack! And tastes its fate.


Fish in the water
gambols with balletic move
---why ever thirsty?

Thin legs in big boots
Plok! went into the puddle
---drying his wet socks.

The lonely heron
Contemplating enigma
---the jeering morsels.

Those broken baby toys
are caged in the dark attic
---freedom flew away. 

Moments: Raeesa Usmani

Raeesa Usmani
Moments,
Momentary moments.
Being with dear and near
Is living moments.
Special moments
With precious ones
Can’t be clicked
Not to be captured
But to be cherished.
A collection of treasure
For tranquility
Are moments!

Eleni Lytra-Charara Interview - Roula Pollard

ELENI LYTRA CHARARA C.V.
Eleni Lytra-Charara was born in Athens and grew up in Konistres in Evia.
She had been working for twenty years in National Bank of Greece, studing at the same time in Athens University of Economics and Business. She studied also in the National and Kapodistrian University of Athens and attended creative writing seminars.
She is a member of UNESCO TLEE, of poets in the Educational Group of Petroupolis and Community Center of Kymi-Aliveri in Evia.
She is a coordinator of a Reading Club in Konistres, and X.E. DARDANOS Publications.
She lives in Kifissia and the spends her free time with writing. She is married, and has a daughter and a son.
Roula Pollard

Roula Pollard:  Dear Eleni, you are primarily a novelist. How did the memories and experiences from your childhood and the environment you grew up affected your writing?
Eleni Lytra-Charara: Our childhood years define who we are. Our family, our social interactions and our place of birth mould our character and form our way of thinking.  I grew up, until my adolescence years, in a village of  Evia. I have been blessed to be surrounded by an affectionate family and caring friends blessed by freedom in natural surroundings. I have been fortunate enough, to have great teachers who taught me to read literature and dream. We faced many financial difficulties, due to rough times, but "books" were always a part of our lives. I believe that writing is an integral part of my memory from all these influences.

Roula Pollard: Which International and Greek writers influence your writing and impressed you before you became a writer?
Eleni Lytra- Charara: I cannot distinguish which book or writer influenced me the most.  Famous Greek writers, such as Papadiamantis and Kazantzakis, as well as Dostoyevsky and Leo Tolstoy played a great role, of course, modern Greek and international authors and poets have also affected me as they influenced my ideas and inner growth.

Roula Pollard: You had five novels published so far and also you are a poet. Is there a common theme running through your writing?
Eleni Lytra- Charara: The main idea, in my books,   the reader discerns is “Nostos”, which in Greek means nostalgia for the homeland. The eager desire of a Greek immigrant in a broader sense, as well as the haunting thought of returning to the homeland  always exists in my characters and poems.

Roula Pollard: Tell me more about “the theme Nostos”. What are your particular experiences related to this theme?
Eleni Lytra- Charara: “Nostos” is someone’s desire to live with his loved ones in his homeland. Personally, I experienced this feeling through my friends and relatives, during my journey to Australia. I felt intensely this overwhelming feeling, this repatriation yearning. Even those who were born from Greek parents, second or third generation immigrants, have a strong desire to return to their parents’ homeland. A very close friend of mine, who lived there, opened her heart to me, when we met. I felt her intense feeling of nostalgia and that was the inspiration for my first novel.
Also, my strong childhood memories reinforced this experience. As you know, travelling in those days was not easy, not even to receive news from relatives who lived abroad. I was feeling my mother's pain for her sister, who lived in Australia, and never saw her during her lifetime again. In her letters, feelings of nostalgia were underlined as well as her  homesickness.

Roula Pollard: Can you mention any Greek poets and writers, since antiquity, who are known internationally for this particular “Nostos” theme?
Eleni Lytra- Charara: The idea of “Nostos” in Homer was a great topic. It was linked with the Trojan War, it was a postwar chapter in “Odyssey”, focused on Odysseus and other prominent epic characters.

Roula Pollard: My mind also goes to the Greek poet from Alexandria, Egypt, Konstantinos Kavafis and to his poem “Ithaka”. Is there any relation between “the Homeric Nostos”, your “Nostos” and Kavafis’ poem “Ithaka”?
Eleni Lytra-Charara:  Kavafis is inspired by Homer's “Ithaca”, Odysseus's desired destination.  Kavafis refers to his own Ithaca, a psychological and metaphysical quest for life experiences and wisdom,  through an inner journey. The poet uses symbolic Homeric names (Laestrygones, Cyclops, Poseidon) without any reference to Odysseus, and these symbolize human aspirations such as "saints, amber, evanescent and hedonistic herbs". My theme of "Nostos" is about the “contemporary immigrant” who has left home to seek a better life. But respects the new country he settles in. However, he always thinks about  returning home. So, my “Nostos” touches a little bit Homer's as well as  Kavafian Ithaca.

Roula Pollard: Do you find any relation between the current waves of educated Greek immigrants abroad and the waves of “war refugees” from Asian and African countries to Europe? 
Eleni Lytra-ChararaThrough all the migratory flows, there is a need for a better life. This is the common element in all these immigration flows. Depending on their abilities and the conditions, immigrants resort to countries that are “more friendly” and “easy” to adjust.

Roula Pollard: Returning to your writing, can you please refer to your personal writing style. I understand it is deeply personal and charismatic.
Eleni Lytra- ChararaEach writer adopts his/her own way of expression and  own personal style. My writing style, according to my readers, is simple and documentary with some theatrical elements. Perhaps this is true, because when I write, it feels like talking to my heroes, and we enter into dialogues.

Roula Pollard: What is your opinion about contemporary novel writing in Greece and which Greek novelists from the 20th century up to now, express clearly, in your view, the Greek way of life and society.
Eleni Lytra-Charara: During the last decade, the number of novels published in Greece has been increased. Young talented writers are published daily. In my opinion, there are plenty of remarkable writers who are widely known abroad. Some of the most well-known and well-read contemporary writers are Nikos. Kazantzakis, Vassilis. Vassilikos, Pavlos. Matesis, Thanassis  Valtinos, Rea Galanakis and others.

Roula Pollard: What is your involvement in the contemporary literary scene in Athens?
 Eleni Lytra-Charara: Recently, I have been an active member of “Petroupolis poetry group” led by the well-known author Dimitris Varvarigos. I am  also member in a group, which organizes poetry events. Our aim is to promote communication through poetic poetry. I am also a coordinator in two Reading Clubs, one in Athens and one in Evia Island, where we read novels and share views and ideas. So, we enhance creative reading and friendship.

Roula Pollard: Thank you Eleni, for this inspiring interview. I wish you more success to the forthcoming publication of your book.
Eleni Lytra-Charara: Thank you so much Roula, for our fruitful communication and your wishes.

Siddharth Chowdhury’s 'Day Scholar': A Study of Campus Novel

Shivnath Kumar Sharma

- Shivnath Kumar Sharma

Abstract: The present paper intensely deals with a Bihari boy named Hriday Thakur and his friends, foes and love at Delhi University Campus in Siddharth Chowdhury’s Day Scholar (2010). The chief protagonist Hriday is not a brilliant student but he intends to become a writer sometime in future. Will his persistence and perseverance assist him to accomplish his aspiring goal? The paper excitingly emphasises his struggles and endeavours to become a writer and how does he behave and manage with girls, money and foes. What is his father’s expectation? The novel Day Scholar has six chapters through which he supplies all messages of his life which occurs in the form of episodes.  How does the protagonist survive in Delhi, a metropolitan city, the centre of fancy fashions and glowing glamorous as well as the hub of political debates, discussion and decision?

Siddharth Chowdhury’s Day Scholar: A Study of Campus Novel
Indian English Literature is a treasure of enriched cultural heritage, socio-economic, political milieu and educational hubs. Indian writers in English are focusing on the common issues of human life in their respective works and wish to promptly express and extensively explore their sensualizing feelings through their writings. Therefore, they comprehensively experiment with new modes of writings, genres, and narrative styles. A work must be written in such a way that the readers’ minds can be overwhelmed and reiterates into their hearts. Common issues of the fictions attract and fascinate readers in a mass because it reveals and unfolds the concerns related to their day to day lives. In such a way, campus novel is no different. Campus novel is a novel whose setting is engraved in the campus of a university and also revolves around the university campus. As Angela Hague, rightly states, “University and their denizens-have provided subjects for fiction since the novel began” (Hague 171). It is a sub-genre of a novel which came into existence in the 1950s in the British writings. As David Lodge states in the Introduction section of Kingsley Amis’s Lucky Jim (1954), the genre of campus novel first had emerged in the USA and then in England. He puts “Lucky Jim was distinctly British version of a kind of novel that had hitherto been a peculiarly American phenomenon. My own novels of university life, and those of Malcolm Bradbury, Howard Jacobson, Andrew Davies et al., are deeply indebted to its example” (Amis, 1992: 5) while John Lyons in his highly acclaimed book The College Novel in America defines the academic novel as “one in which higher education is treated with seriousness and the main characters are students or professors” (1962, p.17).
Campus novel emerged as a new genre in the mainstream of Indian English Literature in the 1990s. As mentioned in the Indian English Literature: 1890-2000 “The campus novel is not a favoured form with Indian novelist” (Naik 96). Therefore, It is obvious that there are not many writings available on campus novel by Indian writers. Prema Nandakumar, being the first writer who dared to depict the campus lives in her novel Atom and the Serpent (1982). Her Atom and the Serpent elucidates an Indian University where little research goes on, the academic staffs being too busy with internal wrangles and the scramble for funds and foreign assignments. Ranga Rao’s The Drunk Tantra (1994) and Rita Joshi’s The Awakening: A Novella in Rhyme (1992) and Kavery Bhatt’s The Truth (Almost) about Bharat (1991), Meena Alexander’s Nampally House (1991) and Anuradha Marwah-Roy’s first novel The Higher Education of Geetika Mehendiratta (1993) and Rani Dhankar’s The Virgin Syndrome (1997). Apart from above-mentioned writers, there are few more novelists who took interest to uncover the masks of campus life. Campus novels like Five Point Someone (2004) by Chetan Bhagat, Mediocre But Arrogant (2007) by Abhijit Bhaduri, Above Average (2007) by Amitabha Bagchi, In Friendship Love and Killer Escapes by Pankaj Giri, MBA Is Not About Money, Blazer and Arrogance (2014) by Krishna Kranthi, College 2 Company (2012) by Saurabh Singh, and Siddharth Chowdhury’s Day Scholar (2010) are landmark in the academic arena. These types novels are basically centred on the love between boy and girl which is one of the prevalent themes in the modern co-education system and how they are following their ambitious goals of career to lead the standard of lives. It also deals with the issues related to the higher education system and pinpoints the rampant positive and negative issues of higher education. Therefore, higher education in campus asserts the conclusive and decisive role in the lives of students.
Siddharth Chowdhury is an Indian novelist of par excellence who hails from Patna, Bihar. He started his writing at 19, “Rather late”, most writers seem to start at 10 or earlier (1). He published his first collection of short stories Diksha at Martins (2002), two novels Patna Roughcut (2005) and Day Scholar (2010), and later has been shortlisted for the Man Asian Literary Prize (2009). He studied his Master of Arts in English Literature from Delhi University. His Day Scholar is a creative work of fiction based on his experiences in Delhi University and Shokeen Niwas where he used to stay as day scholar. The novel has six distinguished chapters and all are interwoven in such a way that provides a commanding thread over the novel.
Chowdhury’s Day Scholar (2010) is a thought- provoking and stimulating fiction which deals with the major issues and occurrences of Hriday Thakur’s life who spends in Patna as well as Delhi University. The most important instance happens to be his shift from Patna to Delhi in Shokeen Niwas. The novel initiates in Shokeen Niwas (a private hostel), nearby North Campus of Delhi University where Hriday Thakur and Pranjal Singha have landed up and met a Jishnu da (MA Previous, English Ramjas college). Jishnu da is “de facto caretaker of Shokeen Niwas” (Chowdhury 5). Jaishankar Sharma, well-known, as Jishnu da among friends’ circle belongs to a Bhumihar family and has owned a quiet “a bit of land near Nadaul in Jehanabad district, near Patna” (Chowdhury 56). He came to Delhi to pursue his higher education and wish to fulfil his parents ‘Great Expectations’ to become an IAS or doctor or engineer or professor in English. He has been registered himself for MA Previous year in English at Ramjas College. His parents’ have ‘Great Expectations’ from him like any other parents have from their respective children. They do hardships to provide all kinds of facilities to their children for study. Their sacrifices could not be judged on parameters of words. Jishnu da’s father would often proudly say to him while on the topic of the civil services that once he became an IAS officer “the whole profile of the family would change” (Chowdhury 67).  But we routinely called an IAS - Invisible After Sunset in Patna. Hence, Jishnu da did not become an IAS officer but embraces the post of Invisible After Sun.
Love intrigues: Sometimes, It is not the love which sparks in the minds of characters but it is lust which spurs to act. Zorawar Singh Shokeen, the owner of Shokeen Niwas and a notorious and malicious, “mid-level political broker and property dealer, was their landlord. A strapping six feet-two inches tall half-jat half-Gujjar from Chandrawal …..”(Chowdhury 4)  His terror has been flooded in Chandrawal, Shakti Nagar, Roop Nagar, Kamal Nagar, Mukherjee Nagar, Vijay Nagar, Maurice Nagar, Indira Nagar and other areas adjoining Delhi University, North Campus. Mrs Midha, a section officer at Delhi University but everybody called her ‘madam’ (Chowdhury 2). Her husband is a Homeopathic doctor but he might not be able to satisfy his wife ravenous desire for sex that’s why she often is being found in Shokeen Niwas with Zorawar. She has an illegal relationship with him and she was “in love with Zorawar Singh Shokeen but the reverse was certainly not true. Her love for Zorawar was her only indulgence and it must have taken considerable courage to conduct the affair” (Chowdhury 148).  Zorawar has besmirched two women Mrs Midha and Sunita Khandelwal’s sindoor. The significance of Sindoor is always pious and sacred as well as it signifies that woman is married. As Mrs Kaul, the Hindi class teacher of Hriday, when he was in Sixth standard in St. Xavier’s, Patna focused on the significance of sindoor and explained: “‘it is like the red traffic light. When a woman puts at on, it means halt. Don’t you dare to go further.’ Halt! Never forgot that. It seemed a reasonable enough explanation.” (Chowdhury, 108). Zorawar, at the age of twenty-five, murdered Sunita’s husband Suresh Khandelwal , a peon in nearby Punjab national Bank only because he saw their illegal relationship and he got married to her. But unfortunately, the marriage ended hastily in cold blood. He finally got married to Sunita’s younger sister Lado and settled down. He is the classmate of Prachi Jindal’s father from his Satyawati College days.
Hriday Thakur, the protagonist of the novel and the centre of all attractions and incidents as well as the story revolves around him. He and Pranjal are good friends since childhood and they came to Delhi from Patna to register themselves in Delhi University. They often used to go in the evening in order to follow girls, while following girls they smoke Gold Flake. Their target was limited to two girl siblings Yamini and Rukmini Sahay. Yamini, along with her elder sister Rukmini would stroll nearby Kadam Kuan, Patna and used to have the chaat and gol-gappas in the market entrance. Their love and yearnings for Sahay’s sisters were cravings and that’s why Rukmini came close to Pranjal and Yamini to Hriday in Delhi University Campus. Pranjal and I would stand in front of the Bookstall., light our Gold Flakes and just stare at the Sahay’s sisters as they tucked in massive quantities of gol-gappas and after having their gol-gappas, they move out to stroll around Hathwa Market and Pranjal and Hriday would “follow them ten paces behind, passing a Gold Flake back and forth between us” (Chowdhury 30). They used to follow them incessantly nine months every couple of days in the evening but they never spoke. But the thing is that they also came to know very well. Their gestures and postures expressed the repressed desires and longings for union. Hence, their longings for union flourished rapidly in the Delhi Campus when Sahay’s sisters came to study in Delhi University. Meanwhile, they have been invited by Sahay’s sisters at the larri-batti encrusted Miranda hostel. Girls had arranged “a wonderful variety show, full of skits, lampoons and choreography, but now they were out on the dance floor, celebrating the end of another academic year” (Chowdhury 132). Pranjal advanced and went on to dance with Rukmini but he and Yamini have sat there. He minutely observed her and finds that she had grown quitter since the time we used to follow the sisters around Hathwa Market, Patna and she now she didn’t fluff her Madhuri Dixit style of locks once every two minutes.(Chowdhury 132). Yamini, pursuing her Economic Honours at St. Stephen has worn a sky blue-coloured Baluchari with a simple three- quarter length blouse which I notice was cut deep in the back. Her eyes were light brown and she wore a tiny diamond stud in her left nostril, which gave off sparks whenever the disco lights from the dance floor caught it” (Chowdhury 133). They spent quality of time by staring at each other while Pranjal and Rukmini kissed and whatsoever did.
At Zakir Husain College, Anjali Nalwa, a third year student of English Honours along with other classmates began to ragging fresh students.  She asked him to stand up on the desk and recite ‘Jana Gana Mana’. He started singing and assisted by Anjali herself.  After a couple of days, while returning from Zakir Husain College to North Campus they met on the bus number 901. Sometimes, in college, he kept waiting for Anjali and “sitting there lost in myself. Chain-smoking Gold Flakes. It was a strange kind of happiness I was feeling” (Chowdhury 79). They went to Cinema a couple times and kissed and caressed each other’s physical shape. They also met to Ritwik Ray, a writer. As the protagonist states: “I had used “her sexually and then callously withdrawn my love when I realised I was getting it too deep. I was no different from Zorawar who used women in a calculated manner for his pleasure and discarded them. I was coward and cad” (Chowdhury 149).
Politics is all pervasive nowadays and without it the imagination of good governance and the spirited nation is impossible. At every college and university level, politics is being popularised and being elected students’ leader so that in near future, a good leader will come out and support the nation. Students can elevate their careers in the politics by being good and dynamic leaders. That’s why every year, the election is being conducted. Prachi Jindal, a five feet-nothing Punjabi spitfire, was the rebel NSUI candidate supported by H.K.L. Bhagat. (Chowdhury127). She has been manipulated by Jishnu da because she uses to sit between me and Jishnu da in the backseat of the Ambassador and listen attentively what politics expert Jishnu da was advising her. She advances him to caresses his thigh while the car is moving in North Campus’ streets. Jishnu da diverts Hriday’s attention and favouring her responsiveness. He says:
‘Prachi Jindal must win, Hriday.’
‘Of course, she will win Jishnu da.’
‘We have to do something.’
‘What?’ I asked with a by then familiar sinking feeling in my heart.
‘We must shoot her.’
‘Shoot her? Are you crazy?’ (Chowdhury 128)
Her slogan for election:
“Soda, Lemon
Gingerpop
Prachi Jindal
On the top.”
Jishnu da is so clever that he milked money from two parties and “campaigned for NSUI in the daytime and ABVP at night” (Chowdhury 125). He asks Haider to seek support and control two hundred and fifty votes from the Nawada-Gaya-Jehanabad belt for Prachi, an independent presidential candidate. At this point, Haider, an MPhil scholar in the department of History would mobilize the votes if the ‘chut’ spent a weekend with him in the Jubilee Hall. (Chowdhury 124)
After many ifs and buts, Prachi Jindal won the election by a landslide.
“Soda, Lemon Ginger-pop
Prachi Jindal, On the top.”
If a student has to share bed with someone for university level election, now you may envisage what happens to those who contest for MP, MLA and etcetera elections. One has to bargain and surrender one’s physic too for votes. What kind of moral standard we are having?
Who does contest in Delhi University election in opposition to Haider, a member of Akhil Bharatiya Vidyarthi Parishad in Delhi University, the government system and societal milieu.  This novel is no exception, it, too has political problems which is being held at Delhi University. Jishnu da asked him to come to Batra Cinema in Mukherjee Nagar but he declined by stating: “My parents have sent me to Delhi to study hard and do well. Crack the civil services. And that is what I will do one day (Chowdhury 103). The vital and vigorous question is being raised by Prajal all of a sudden to Hriday Thakur, ‘What is your life’s ambition? (Chowdhury 105)
As the protagonist and narrator of the novel, Hriday Thakur states: “I was mediocre in studies, with no aptitude for the sciences, an affliction which was of great worry to my family. My father, a professor of English in Patna, probably wanted me to read medicine and become a doctor like my grandfather but he never said anything to me” (Chowdhury 43) but his childhood friend Pranjal Singh as usual had been his “prudent, ambitious and hard-working self throughout these two years” (Chowdhury 53). There is a quite difference in their approaches. Hriday decided to be a writer and “one day, I promised myself, I would write something as dynamic” (Chowdhury 54).
In Bihar and all other rural states, reading art as a subject is ‘good for nothing’ (Chowdhury 55) and Pairvi , Pairvi (lobbying ) has nothing to do with financial status, only class status (Chowdhury 26).

Conclusion
The writer must have in his mind the title of the novel Day Scholar thinking upon, his fianc├йe Yamini Sahay whom he had been following from Kadam Kuan, Patna to Delhi. As the novelist crystal clearly writes: She stayed somewhere in Hudson Lines with a few other girls from Patna and was a ‘day scholar’ at St. Stephen’s doing Economics Honours” (Chowdhury 132-3). This is one of the most fascinating campus novels and the characters have been exposed from their hearts and minds. They do not hesitate to reveal their minds and proceed to speak the real accidents which occurred in their lives. This novel is more focused on the politics, lust, love, career orientation in the youth’s modern day’s life. Students focus more on others stuffs than study itself. The deviation consideration from study stretches birth to others kinds of activities which are insignificance. The purpose of campus novel is to inform how campus dwellers enjoy, build, exhaust and ruin their budding careers in the campus. Their contributions and responsibilities intertwined with vital and vigorous role towards the academic arena, society and nation building. The fiction also interweaved the bridge between campus dwellers and public lives. Therefore, this paper highlights the basis of thematic aspects, the structure of the novel and the form of the novel which hold the neck of the novel to be justified.

Works cited
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Chowdhary, Siddharth. Day Scholar. Picador India, 2010.
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An Expressway to Death

Srishti Sharma

- Srishti Sharma


And, in Mumbai lived this busy man, along with his wife and two kids, dreaming big. He hardly remembered his mother, planning career moves, thinking money.

That fateful day, the dramatic action happened in this sequence:

In the island city, the son waking up in the morning. Kissing his kids.

Whereas, same time, in the suburbs the mother waking up. Picking up a photo of her son and kissing it. Also, a slight smile on her face, thinking about him.

The son prepares the breakfast for himself.

The mother remembers the breakfast he loved and how lovingly she cooked for him. (In the process of packing (Besan ke ladoo).

The son gets ready, trying hard to match the correct tie with the shirt.

The mother remembers his favorite grey colored tie with a crisp white shirt and a well-fitted trouser. (Packing up his favorite set of shirt, pant and a tie to gift him)

The son leaves for the office bidding bye to his family.

And the mother leaves from her home to meet her beloved son.

What happens next is hard to believe.

Throughout the journey she was remembering her son’s childhood. How they used to go on a long drive back in the 90s. What fun it used to be, driving on roads where there were hardly any cars. Yes, people did follow rules. The road meant for ‘driving’ was actually being used for that purpose.  Those golden days had a different charm. She was checking her bag constantly just to make sure whether she has kept those ladoos for her son. His favorite set of a tie, shirt and a pant which she had selected very meticulously and patiently. She was in such a great mood because it was after so long had she finally become gutsy and after a little effort did she finally get a cab booked and she started her surprise journey towards her son’s home. It was a four-hour drive but alas! The car stopped with a sudden jerk and the mother had to wake up from her beautiful world of the past. She asked the chauffeur, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the engine or the wheels? What’s the matter? The driver coolly explained-no madam, this is a normal traffic, don’t worry. It’s just a matter of half an hour and we will swiftly move ahead, after this square. The mother tried to relax herself, wiping incessant sweat even in an AC cab. Because, it was for the very first time meeting him, in years. From the time her son got married, she had never moved out and before that she was busy in the household chores.  But, like other commuters, she was getting very impatient with the slow traffic. Her worried eyes seemed to search for something. She wanted to open the window but the driver suddenly stopped her as there was air conditioner on. She was breathing heavily due to the asthma. She then inserted a pump and tried to distract. Slowly and gradually, the cars were moving ahead. The driver played soft music to pacify her mind and tried to relax her with small talk. She closed her eyes and for a few minutes, was in a deep sleep. The traffic was moving at a snail pace. And, there was a sudden loud honking of horns behind their cab which roused the lady. She again got petrified and started looking out of the window with a gasp. She couldn’t resist herself and finally opened the door and let herself out, as if there was some emergency. The driver started yelling at her, “Madam, please get in we have to keep on moving the car as the traffic has begun moving.” She didn’t listen to him. She kept on asking the people around her, knocking at their windows, would they mind telling her what’s wrong and no one paid heed, as some were glued to loud music and a few others in their smart phones. And, then the driver had to let her inside to move the car forward in the grid. She somehow sat down again. And the car started moving ahead. She was keen to know the reason of this delay, though, for the others it was a normal traffic jam in which they have to spend at least half an hour or an hour minimum. She was after the driver, urging him to drive the car as fast as he could. As she had to reach her son’s place so that she could throw a surprise to him and his wife and kids.  The driver was pacifying her by saying that he cannot increase his speed as they would get caught by the police. It was hard for her to understand this logic. He pulled out a CD which had all the audios of Road Safety which he had saved as he had lost his brother due to a terrible road accident, when his brother was attending a call, while simultaneously driving. Hence, it was a big lesson for him and he tried his very best in collecting the best of ‘Road Safety’ measures and ‘Tips on how to drive safely’ in order to save his passengers’ life. He halted the car, took it to the corner, pulled out the CD, inserted and played it with a message to the lady ‘Madam, I am paying a heavy price, even though my brother was the only one driving the bike, but he got killed because he was not following the safety rules propagated by the government through social media and other media platforms. First for not wearing the helmet and then, talking on the phone while riding. I vowed from then, I would help as many people as possible by spreading the word ‘Drive Safe, Be safe, Ro safe ‘. Relax for a while, have a sip of water and just listen to what I play. I rest my case in your hands madam. She was quite when the whole dialogue was being said by the rather clever driver. He played the CD thinking it would be of a great effect. But, the driver was wrong. As the lady got alert by listening to the audio. But, again she started hurrying him up because she believed that God is everywhere and god will save her from any untoward accident. Meanwhile, the lady received a call from her friend, that was the only time when the lady was quiet for a total of five minutes where she and her friend where discussing about an accident which occurred only a day ago. They were talking very casually about today’s youngsters and how they are indeed so careless as they go clubbing and come back home drinking and on the top of it (in majority of cases) driving. And, some superstars do the same and get bailed out because they are filthy rich. But, what about the person’s family whom they lose in the accident? Madam tried to bring her to normal and confidently uttered ‘No, my boy doesn’t drink. Leave alone drink and drive’. Her friend said ‘God bless you’. We will talk later. And then again began her hurrying ‘’Driver, please be fast. I am bored all the while sitting inside the car. Don’t worry; just for today, drive fast, as there is no one on the road and god is with us. Nothing will happen; all is good, drive quickly. And in that hurry for the next two seconds he forgot everything and rushed the car and jumped a traffic signal. There was an SUV coming from the other side which accidentally hit the cab and the owner of the SUV who was also driving escaped. There were severe injuries to the driver and the mother. They were left on the road for many hours. In the morning, some good civilians took them to the hospital and they were declared dead on arrival. Meanwhile, the son took the morning newspaper in his hands and read the news of a lady and a driver dying due to an accident and he was slowly remembering the route through which he returned back home. He received a call from the police. His hands were shivering, he picked up the call and the police informed him he needs to come to the mortuary as his mother was killed due to a terrible road accident. And he visited and soon after arrested. And he was cursing himself throughout.

So my dear people, God cannot help you for all the wrong reasons.

‘Drive Safe, Be Safe and Ro Safe.’

Preach and practice.

If we can’t be soldiers, we can at least be road safety preachers.

Let’s join our hands and collectively help the government’s initiative and make our country a better place to live in.

Another Day in Kolkata

Jaydeep Sarangi

- Jaydeep Sarangi


Chances are she’ll lose the dream
Settle for fast growing metro links, high sky rises.
Knight Riders fan the tempo,
The fire of Bangla poems doubles the impact
 With   cigarette in hands, high thoughts
Marx to Ambedkar, Neruda to Tagore
Designed to impress sweet college girls
Scribble and gobble wordy rosogolla
And sweet curd, expressions everywhere.

In time, she wins the day. Drinks mouthful
Political poems, Not in My Name,
With fading memory of effeminate days, slow rain.

Editorial, May 2018

Sunil Sharma
"The world's favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May."
-  Edwin Way Teale

Indeed!
May appears magnificent in contrasting tones. In the West, it heralds spring and in the East, hot and dry-humid summer.
But it comes splashed with hues that electrify.
There is a riot of colours and trees are in bloom.
Heat and shade---and its adroit mixture by nature.
This month’s Setu is full of such vividness and beauty.
Created by words and images by experts famous for their skills and imagination.
The Author of the Month is Michael Burch, a distinguished litterateur. Reading Michael is as delightful as the spring!
A literary interview of Eleni Lytra-Charara by Roula Pollard ---both exceptional Greek writers---is another highlight. The rich conversation gives rare insights into the psychology of a literary producer and the product, garnering wide acclaim.
Another notable part of this edition is the current poetry sensitively curated from Europe and other locations by the famous Agron Shele. The variety and tonal complexities of these poems are as remarkable as natural settings giving the viewers sensory pleasures.
An inquiry into the complex nature of the creative process is conducted by the iconic artist-thinker Rob Harle. It is a stand-out piece for its contemplative nature into elements that constitute originality and a type of writing designated by critical consensus, as literary by Rob, one of the profound minds working in the field.
We remain indebted to both the editors and other equally- important contributing authors for making this e-zine an appealing site and enduring success with our readers---the most vital constituency.
June marks the second year of publication---a long journey accomplished so far and new milestones to be achieved in this year.
Our sincere aim has always been to continually provide wholesome content in a market full of formulaic writing designed to produce best-sellers and maximum profits to a greedy culture industry.  The foundational principle here is to promote writing that challenges the status quo, the normal by opening up new vistas for the recipient’s consciousness through startling imagery and verbal dexterity.
The classics revisited is one such column through which a contemporary dialogue is re-initiated with a great master and in a way, the featured writing from the past is set up as a  measuring standard as well.
This time we have Chekhov as our special guest. Once you talk to the Russian doctor, you will fall in love with him forever, such huge is his hypnotic power!
His tenderness and mastery over the medium are recognized globally. For readers of sacred texts, he is reverential!
We plan to continue the mission of reinvigorating and re-interrogating the arts  and culture through such texts, old and new.
Hope to have your attention in coming months as well.
Now, enjoy, please.
Sunil Sharma
Editor, Setu, English
Kalyan (MMR), India
May 31, 2018

Setu, May 2018, Contents

Setu

Volume 2 Issue 12

May 2018


Editorial

Poetry

Exclusive

Book Review

Special: Visual Art

Short Fiction

Author of the Month

Literary Interview

Contemporary Concerns

My World and Words

Classics Revisited (External Link)

(Courtesy: http://www.online-literature.com)

Exclusive: Poetry from Europe and other Western locations: Curated by Agron Shele

MY DREAM FOR THE GENERATION

Brajesh Kumar Gupta 'Mewadev'

- Brajesh Kumar Gupta 'Mewadev'


I go to help fight against human beings problems
To stop racism and the war in the world,
But something about you reminds me
Importuning Life for life, walk not in woe,
It will continue to affect us for more generations
And blessed our lives for a very short while
Drowning aspirations in anguish
Some feel sad when they think of the colour discrimination,
Our experiences in life can sometimes warp our sense of justice
Now that you're not here the world will never be the same
I’m wondering in what other ways the human feels confined
Befriended by loneliness and mildew
There are better opportunities and you know this
The bright dawn still bitter in those early hours
But I hope that one day will be everything fine.

Lonely Tracks!

Rameshwer Singh

- Rameshwer Singh


Lonely at heart
I walk
On lonely tracks!

Winds blow past me
Pick my tears gently,
Clouds gather over me
Caress my hairs softly.

A tiny bird sits on my shoulder
With empathy,
A little girl looks at me
Sitting on a train passing by me
On the parallel tracks.

My beloved nears and dears
Living in heaven and
Living on the earth
Become teary heart.

They ask me in unison
Why are you crying
And feeling the pain alone!

I say,
O Swirling winds,
O floating clouds,
O chirping bird ,
O little innocent girl,
And my dears and nears!
You are Angels of God!

My Love for you is eternal.

Let me fight my own tornado
Of shaken principles,
Let me get over
My anguish over crumbling values
Of humanity,
Let me understand the new concept
Of wordly pleasure and
Spirituality.

Let me see through the uncertainties
Of existence of
Rivers,mountains and sea.

Let me think of and act on
The ways I may leave
A beautiful and peaceful world for you
And my future generations.

Let me be alone
I do not want you feel
The pain,the agony,the anguish
The helplessness of mine.

O Swirling wind
O floating clouds
O chirping bird
O innocent playing girl
And O my beloved ones!

Tears don't you shed for me.
Your tears shake me,
Your deep love and earnest concern
I can feel.

I love you,
I live for you forever!

O swirling winds,
O floating clouds,
O chirping bird,
O little girl and
O my beloved ones!

Lonely at heart
I walk on
Lonely tracks!