God In Colours

Its always nice to talk to a Poet who goes by the Nomenclature of Dr Bhupati Kumar Das and he has a penned a book of poems which is aptly titled " God in Colours" which is quite relevant at all times.

Below is a conversation with him where i had a few questions and he patiently answered it!!! and if you want to know more you could always click on the hyperlink below

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1. “God in Colours” is a very profound name. How did you come up with a name like this?

In this book ‘God in Colours’, I wanted to explore the various facets of God – the various nuances,

the oft- changing flavours, the evolving images and the conflicting interpretations. The Vedanta

wisdom which says, ‘You are the cloud, You are the rain, You are the healer, You are the pain’, has

influenced and overwhelmed me regarding the concept of God quite early in my life. I feel one must

have faith on a power superior to human spirit and endeavour so as to make the process of

journeying through life work. The image of my God takes root in this context. God is one and above

all. Only the interpretations vary. God to me is benign, benevolent and beneficent who, in the

ultimate sense, symbolizes the powers of love, peace, happiness and bliss. I like to visualise God as a

good human being. He is supreme and yet has feelings like love, hope, anger, alienation, sympathy

etc. More importantly, my God also fails sometimes. This image of God helps me keep faith in

humanity. So I thought how do I name the book of poems which reflects all these varied emotions. I

toyed with the idea of naming the book, ‘glimpses of god’, but ultimately, on deeper thought, settled

on the name,‘ god in colours’.

2. What do your poems deal with?

From my childhood, I was comfortable in creating pictures of moods and sensations in simple English

words. My random thoughts and feelings have often found expression in the form of poetry as I feel

the overwhelming urge to capture them in words. More than two decades ago when I wrote my

early poems, the perennial theme in my work were love and life. Love is a universal feeling which

gives a person strength to face ups and downs in life. Life is interesting and exciting because of the

rewarding relationships formed during the journey of life – no matter whether it relates to a

relationship of ‘a mother and a child’ or ‘a girl and a boy’ or ‘a wife and a husband’. I have examined

and dealt with various forms of love in my poetry – love for the country, love for the parent, love for

the son, love for the beloved, love for God, love all encompassing. Then as I matured over time, my

poems started capturing a whole range of emotions in life – hope, frustration, anger, love,

spirituality -  as well  as various facets, manifestations and ambiguities of mystical nature. My poems,

therefore, depict various visuals of human life and living and carries soft notes of love- waves.

However, I am little uneasy with close rhymes in tight structure. So my poems are free flowing, open

and very often without rhymes though a central thread of rhythm runs through them always.

3. One notices a lot of pathos and angst in your poems? What is the reason for it?

As I live life deeply, emotions and feelings have a permanent role in my psyche. The rat- race to

achieve the best in the school and colleges that I went through, considered to be amongst the best

and subsequent high pressure life in the upper echelons of corporate world only heightened these

feelings of restlessness and frustrations and left an indelible mark. My humble creative urges arising

out of these experiences found expression in the form of poetry which refreshed my soul in times of

despair and from which I derive great peace of mind. For me, poetry works both as an artistic outlet

and a therapeutic medium.

For me, life is a voyage to be experienced in totality. Life has so many different facets, so many

different ways of driving home a message. To live a healthy and enriching life, one has to be capable

of tasting life in full – through ups and downs in all its contours of hard emotions and stark realities. I

am quite philosophical about life and death. To me the concept of death resides in the very basis of

living. Therefore, one must have faith on a power  superior to human spirit and endeavour so as to

make living meaningful.

In reality, I am an eternal optimist though at times the optimism is tinged with melancholy,

disappointment and despair. I strongly believe that one should never give up hope in life. In fact, one

of my earliest poems is on ‘hope’. It goes like this – i wait for / the tomorrow / that would bring /

hope and laughter / to me / when that tomorrow / turns today / the illusion called hope / runs away

/ i would run after it / stumbling but not falling / someday i would run faster / and catch it / the

hope.

For me, life has a fair share of disappointments, frustrations, agony and sadness. So, unless a person

is inspired by something beyond the boundaries of everyday -living, life may degenerate into a

mechanical walk-across from birth to death. I believe, living life is much more than that as it

normally celebrates the triumph of human intellect and spirit.

So my poems reflect the emotions experienced through this entire process of living life. Writing

poetry has been a rewarding experience for me. For, it has provided me a medium for sharing my

feelings, inner thoughts and general life perspectives.

4. One notices that you have written a poem on the September 11 Bombing. One line lingers

“tragedy and sorrow have no nationality and no colour”. Tell us about it.

I wrote the poem “September 11, 2001” on the very night the twin- tower terror attack took place.

The poem was published on the cover page of English Daily, “Sentinel” on September 13, 2001. My

wife was travelling in USA that time. When I saw the pictures of deaths and destruction on the twin

towers of New York in the TV that evening, I was worried, angry and sad. While waiting for the news

of the well-being of my wife, I did not realize how the night had passed and in those agonizing

moments, I penned the poem.So I know how much people suffer on such instances of mindless

terror. Pain is experienced in the body and sufferings in the heart. And body and heart are same for

everybody irrespective of caste, creed and colour. Tragedy and sorrow have no nationality and no

colour as tear tastes the same and sweats of fear smell the same of all the people in the world.

5. Your poems reflect what society is going through!

I believe literature including poetry can mould the society. ‘Literature is a mirror of Society’. A poet’s

or a writer’s dreams, ideals, hopes and aspirations, thoughts and feelings, experiences of life – all

these put together, when articulated, make literature. And hence it mirrors what is happening in the

society or in the civilization. As someone said, ‘no man is an island’. The air he breathes, the sound

he hears, the ambience, the voices, the dreams he has – all are linked to society and finally all these

produce literature either in prose or in poetry form. So the input or the raw material is society and

the output is literature. In that context, my poetry also becomes a faithful mirror of life which

reflects the concerns and thinking of contemporary social milieu. I only hope my poetry would bring

back the new generations to written work of poetry and prose who, as someone said, are paralysed

for words without the comfort of a keyboard, to appreciate the beauty of love, life and nature.

Spectre....and the lack of it

James Bond - I have come to kill you
Villain - I thought you have come to die
James Bond - it's a matter of perception


Everything has a sell by date .. But James Bond.. It's a matter of perception and that's what was running in my mind through a blocked nose and a noisy neighbour who was munching on her Black Forest cake ..she was bribed by her mom so that big momma could watch Daniel Craig strut his stuff in sharp tailored suits. Bond movies are all about moments and one expects the start to set the pattern but it just didn't work for me .. The sound track overlapped the opening sequence and it just didn't provide the thrill which earlier bond avatars provided. The topography of the locales were top notch but then if you are going for a bond movie .. You expect the best and some semblance of a story . The story attempts too many things and one finds mention of characters of previous movies in this spectre which is not a bad thing but it also takes focus out of the primary plot . I was looking out for Monica bellucii and her appearance was like that kiss which could have lingered a little bit longer if bond was not in a hurry to put his best foot forward and jump onto another continent ." M " has a pained expression throughout this movie and "Q" with his sardonic lines and his penchant for creating all things fast and furious creates the car which can go for 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds and I was thinking of a Suzuki shogun which could do the same in our Indian roads . Speed thrills but the car chase sequence .. fell flat. One of the villains who looked like a machine dressed in pin stripes for a strange reason reminded me of Big Arun Lal ( yeah that cricketer who was stuck in a time warp and could not do " the back to the future journey " ) and that hand to hand combat between him and Mr Bond in the middle of the train journey was like a drum roll for WWE minus the hyperbole.

The second heroine who went by the moniker of Madeleine Swan had a thing for glitter and for a doctor she had a glum expression throughout this ordeal ..I would have loved to see more scenes of bond with Money Penny and she was right on the penny with her colour coordinated outfits . This movie could have been much more but alas .. And now that man - christoph waltz who can charm you into drinking milk   Was a match for Bond but it left a lot to be desired . He could waltz his way to your heart with his diction and impeccable dialogue delivery but his screen time was blown to smithereens literarily , figuratively and metaphorically

This bond movie could have been much better ...Its time for the original Caveman in a suit to brush up his act and save the world and it's adopted brother again

Mr bond it's been nice knowing you .. I will see you when I see you

What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger or stranger !!

What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger or stranger !!!

An eye for an eye makes the world blind ..so said a kind gentleman who knew a thing or two about non violence and the art of law. NH 10 is that kind of hell's highway you wouldn't want to drive in any season or for any reason .The credit lines of this raw visceral movie starts with the backdrop of the murky Gurgaon skyline interspersed with the kind of intimate conversation one has with a loved one . The two key protagonist who go with the nomenclature of Meera and Arjun are the kind of individuals one would warm up to quite instantly .. Meera read -ambitious , knows her numbers well can pack a punch in her presentations and doesn't take no for an answer while Arjun is a charmer who does take some time in apologising ,is affable and impulsive with an ego to boot which leads to a situation in this flick where there is no going back .This slick thriller takes up the issue of honour killings and binds a taut crisply edited story around it. There is violence and loads of it in this brave venture and all kinds of blunt instruments are used to good effect. Jaisi karni waisi bharni takes a totally different meaning in this dark and gory nightmare. The grasslands of Gurgaon look like badlands and the houses there though large have a very eerie like existence and you identify with the lead characters from the word " go". Anushka Sharma brings gravitas , intensity and just that kind of ballsy attitude which can make one fidget with a pen nervously ( watch out for that scene between her and a cop travelling in the middle of a night and that aforementioned pen ) . She is brave , courageous showcasing her survival instincts to the "T" in her role which is the most promising and one can't help holding her , hugging her during her moments of despair and sheer helplessness. Deepti Naval has a small role and it's quite dissimilar to her chamko act in one of her retro movies .. Yeah she plays a Sarpanch who is hard of hearing and it shows. The supporting cast of actors do a good job as you start hating their very existence as the movie progresses

This movie is a thriller to the core and let's just say .. It's shot really well in locations one can sense and smell and it doesn't leave a good after taste as,it reflects the world around us and you don't really know who is stuck in a limbo .. The cities or the villages .. More power to Anushka Sharma to co produce a movie of this nature .. It requires more than just financial muscle to make something of this nature ...Yeah like I said an eye for an eye makes the world blind ..it's worth a Dekkho and much more than that

Melbourne - the place to be in

" if you want to have the best coffee .. Sip it up in Melbourne city not for nothing is it known as the coffee capital of the world " .. That's the first salvo I heard from a friend who was a student development officer with Sydney while I was in Aussieland for a professional cum personal reason. They say too much coffee is not a good thing but then when you get a coffee which is a concoction of soy and dandelion one is never enough...and everyone irrespective of physical proportions wears black .Black is the colour to be seen in Melbourne city and if you see red shirts walking the streets , don't be startled .. They are city volunteers with a wealth of information on their finger tips who will point you to the next available block. If you like dancing and are passionate about music .. Streets here have musical names and while the rest of the world goes digital , there are about 50 vinyl record stores around Melbourne.like the popular saying goes there are no free lunches in the world , well to tweak it a bit .. There are no free tram rides in the world but in Melbourne there is one tram which is free .. The maroon city circle tram. I walked into a post office here to send a post card and I was pleasantly surprised .. You can buy flowers .. Now where have you have seen, smelt and bought flowers in a post office. Street art surrounds you everywhere here , Melbourne's cobbled stoned lane ways are plastered with graffiti and pencil art. Australia's sporting giant , the Melbourne cricket ground can seat more than a lakh people comfortably .. In short a sporting stadium where you could fit a city in. This is a city where residents get right of way in the city centre-a large portion of Bourke street , the shopping Mecca in the heart of the city has been a pedestrian and tram only mall since 1983. The queen Victoria market is full of old world charm where you get cheap strawberries and feta cheese in the same breath. The soapbox on the state library lawns is always open for whenever wants to come in.One can always venture into a pub on a week night for some performance poetry. I love cycling and I was in for a big surprise .. There are 670 kilometres of bike paths which could get one to Canberra with 10 Kms to spare. The penguin parade on Phillip Island is a parade one should never miss for a couple of reasons - the drive to the Philip Island and

the freedom with which the penguins are allowed to indulge in their habitats makes for a really cold 

spectacle .. One thing that distinguishes Melbourne from other cities is that the average man or woman on the streets will say that the arts and cultures are the unique selling points of this city and everyone here is really proud of what Melbourne is as a place and what it offers to all and sundry. So what's your Melbourne quotient ( MQ)?

Run for your lives

I was looking forward to world environment day on 1st of June 2014 with wide eyed excitement for a plethora of reasons . I tip toed out of my teen batti flat before daylight could strike  ( yes the tube light takes a long time to light up quite like when lightning strikes .. You are still waiting for thunder to come and deliver its yeoman services) without waking up the missus and the Teri meherbaniyan meets Marley sunshine who were snoring in synch snuggled in their blankets which had seen better days . The chowkidar was dreaming  of momos  , zeenat aman and amitabh bachchan singing their version of " pyar mein dil pe Mar de goli Lele meri jaan " till He was shaken out of his musical stupor by yours truly and suddenly out of nowhere he puts his hands together and does a namaste which might indicate that he had seen a lot of rajshri movies and must be trolling alok nath on twitter. Pleasantries exchanged with the night watchman and off I was zooming away in my Japanese vehicle to the ergonomically located Mother Earth store in inner ring road dumlur . The Mother Earth store was a Bustle of activity with the strong women folk taking charge and how .. Organizing a run is no mean task , you have to push people out of their comfort zone ( literally and metaphorically) and the weather in Bangalore does not really help.. But it was inspiring to see the women folk ( more power to you) taking charge and really kickstarting the event. The volunteers , the support groups and the paparazzi were in full attendance to support and complement the run for trees event and from the looks of it it was a sure shot winner.  It was an awe inspiring moment to see kids who were barely eight years old standing shoulder to shoulder to ladies and gents who were in their twilight of their life . There was a humanitarian purpose behind this run which ensured that for every runner who registered  ,a tree would be planted on his / her behalf . I was totally taken in by the wide array of colours which were displayed from head to toe across the event - psychedelic , neon, flashes of red engulfed in sea of white t shirts  which had " run for trees  flashing at you from all four corners. The sense of relief a runner gets when he or she completes their run and also goes on to ace it is to be seen to be believed .. Yes it truly was a Forrest Gump  meets bhaag milkha bhaag run .The awards distribution was a " you don't win the silver but lose the gold" moment with the loudest cheers reserved for all the participants and yours truly getting into his act of working up the crowd using his own brand of mojo and kinetic energy.The event ended with photo op sessions, selfies and cheerful bonhomie with a " I will see you when I see you moment "

Love,life,luck and loads of laughter,

Shekhar vijayan

The hatchback story

Veer had just recieved the appointment letter to his dream job in the media publication firm . A celebration at the tony coffee shop eatery  would be the best antidote to cool his happy nerves. He was on schedule to meet Naina an aspiring artist with a keen sense of fashion  who was equally as excited as him and was expected to arrive at the coffee shop in some time . Over a steaming hot cappuchino  and assorted cupcakes Veer was seated right in front of the idiot box watching his favourite team battle it out - Kolkata Knight Riders cricket team was locking horns with the Delhi Daredevils cricket team in the IPl tournament which was going on at the iconic Eden Gardens ground in Kolkata .He was a die hard Kolkata Knight Rider fan and loved the fulsome passion and fighting spirit the team was brimming with. During the innings break impatiently waiting for the call from Naina ,Veer noticed a flaming red hatchback trying to squeeze itself in between the other size zero  mean machines with minimum effort  and maximum eyeballs .In the interim the telly suddenly lost vision and the friendly staff at the coffee shop were on the job to get  it up and running.  Just at that precise moment the heavens opened up and it was a sight to behold - to see a flash of red amidst a riot of other virgin colours with the pitter patter of the raindrops melancholily tap dancing and  serenading the cobbled streets . The gentleman, wearing a suit which was cut from the finest fabric  strode manfully towards the coffee shop swaying to a beat of his own.He seemed oblivious to the many manifold reactions the  hatchback was generating in everyone's minds ranging from  wow " sex on wheels" to " über cool car" . He parked his backside in a table close to Veer's ensuring the colourful hatch batch got his undivided attention. There was something mysterious and equally enigmatic  about this man dressed in a black suit complemented with a red tie adorning  garfield's smug mug ... Veer got inquisitive and how.

The conversation was as follows
Veer:Hey your car looks as cute as a button
Stranger: Oh it sure is and I get to drive and live my dreams everyday
Veer: Accha ! Toh aap sapno ke saudagar ho?
Stranger: with a dimpled grin " well I may just go down in history as the man who charmed others with his dreams"
Veer: I would love to have a closer look at your mean machine
Stranger: Can you handle it?
Veer:Sure I am game
Stranger: Cheerio .We can also go for a drive around the streets

Veer needed  a caffeine boost and the stranger also looked like he needed one. Quickly settling the bill with the cashier Veer grabbed two cups of coffee and ambled across to the stranger.The twosome walked towards the hatchback excitedly. Veer was just about getting into the passenger seat when the stranger surprisingly threw the car keys and asked him if he was man enough to drive.Veer - Sir can you trust me with your car. Stranger- I want to share my enthusiasm and love for the car with you. Veer did not need a second invitation and looked on at the car keys - it was foldable, quite different from the rest of the car keys he had seen . They exchanged seats and Veer took in the plush red upholstery bolstered by the sharp and edgy dark brown coloured dashboard which added class and finish to the well crafted leather steering wheel and yes there was ample head room  in the hatchback .The two of them  safely deposited the coffee cups in the ergonomically designed cubbyhole near the handbrake ( Veer remarking to himself - its a small enhancement but very handy). The soft purr of the engine did not give any indication that the engine had started . The stranger gave him a once over look suggesting the engine is on and Veer needed to get going. Incidentally there was no voice or vibration of the engine when it was idle which was quite remarkable .Veer manoeuvred the car expertly out of the tight parking space without breaking into any cold sweat. The hatch back felt incredibly light and agile and was able to flit in and out of the gaps in the afternoon traffic with ease helped in no small measure with the sudden downpour. The stranger was looking on rather bemusedly partaking In the thrill and joie de vivre of Veer when suddenly out of the blue  Veer sighted a stray dog crossing the road and braked with all his might and brought the car to a grinding halt. The stranger gave Veer a look which suggested - you almost had me. Veer changed the gear and quite liked the seamless manner in which the  chrome fitted gear knob fit his left hand like a kid glove. The ride also had a musical tone with the stranger whistling in synch to " Uptown girl " playing on a friendly radio station and his fluffy hair supplementing the free spirited bonhomie by swaying in the wind .The mobile phone signalled its intentions silently and on cue Veer received a call . The pristine and customer centric voice at the other end enquired whether Veer liked the test ride. Veer was pleasantly surprised and asked rather inquisitively how on earth did anyone know he is going on a test drive. The call gets disconnected and he  looks at the stranger inquiringly whether he would know the answer. The stranger is staring blankly outside at the vibrant and colourful rainbow. He replies back with a cryptic one liner " some questions are best left unanswered". Veer navigates the hatchback back to the comfortable parking spot outside the coffee shop and steps out to the warm and moist smell of mud ( after rain) thanking the stranger profusely on the ride of a lifetime and when he would get to see him again. The stranger gives a knowing grin and remarks" new thinking and new possibilities "and snaps his fingers before Veer can say Robin Hood.Veer gets a call from Naina who is quite animated and angry with him for not answering her calls.

Naina: So where were you?
Veer: I went to heaven and back ( grins)

My Radio Moment

My radio jockeying moment with a local radio station here in Bangalore. I got to play the music of my choice and talk my way through. Listen in to an eclectic playlist and hum along. please click on the hyperlinks and enjoy the music.

Hope you liked my sound bites.

1) https://soundcloud.com/shekharvijayan/2013-03-27-11-00-00-s

2) https://soundcloud.com/shekharvijayan/2013-03-27-11-15-00-s

3) https://soundcloud.com/shekharvijayan/2013-03-27-11-30-00-s

4) https://soundcloud.com/shekharvijayan/2013-03-27-11-45-00-s


Love,Life,Luck and Laughter,
Shekhar Vijayan