Purpose of Life

Lately, I have been wondering a lot. Maybe, I have delved into a deep state of introspection, I don’t know why. Or Maybe, it’s just a mood-swing—a phase that shall pass.
 
Whatever it be—what is my ‘Purpose of Life’— this is something that is bugging me a lot. I also had a healthy debate on this topic with one of my friends. He feels that there is no such purpose of life— life is meaningless and that I’m too afraid to accept the ‘meaninglessness of life’.
 
And maybe he’s right. Maybe everything in this world is meaningless and there is no specific purpose of life. And I’m finding it hard to accept because it puts the very existence of human life or any other form of living matter into a realm of insignificance.
 
But maybe, he’s not. Maybe, everyone has a purpose of life and my friend is too afraid to accept it and has chosen the easy path of oblivion for a pseudo state of happiness instead of taking the toil to find his purpose of life.
 
My beliefs have been fluctuating like a pendulum throughout the continuum of time. And I’ve always believed in the inconsistency of human mind. There was a time, I believe, when I too acknowledged in the meaninglessness of life. But now, I have a totally opposing view. Or to say the least, I doubt the meaninglessness of life.
 
What I feel now is that life can’t be so meaningless. Everyone must have a purpose of life. And achieving that purpose of life can only make living fruitful. Else, why were we born? Even if winning the race of sperms was a random act of chance, its aftermath is something for us to script. That tale has to be something unique, something meaningful— if not to others, at least to oneself.
 
That story can’t be something mundane, something too generic. Thus I believe in the ‘Purpose of Life’, and that the purpose of life can’t be getting born, growing up, getting a job, earning money, getting married, having sex, having kids and dying. Will the purpose of life be so simple? No, there has to be something significant! I accept all of these may be integral part of human life, but none of them can be that significant purpose of life. I believe, everyone has a specific purpose of life if identified properly and chased, he can leave a mark on this world.
 
Sadly, most of us won’t accept we have a purpose of life; most of the others who do, can’t find his own; and only a few accepts, finds it, chases and succeeds in achieving it. That makes him happy and frees him from having any regret on his death-bed. Fame and money can be a by-product, not necessarily generated in every such case.
 
What is this purpose of life? I don’t know. I’m still exploring.
 
Again, I may be totally wrong and my views may change tomorrow.
 
 
~KMnO4
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Biplob

Moi dekhisu manuh ononto (verse 1)
Mukhot hai ofuronto
Debotar bhau juri danobor kaam kori
Rosa salonar mayajal
Mitha mitha pati kotha kora moromor misa beha
Kal-xorpo jen sirokal
Tohote nibisaro mur xofolota, nibisaro mur arugota
Parile mari haan, tololoi taani aan- eyai jen guna-gotha
Hoi urabatori bagoribo moi modahi, letera mur soritro
Proti nikha jen mur babe ondho omabosya
Xurjyogrohon jen mur proti nobo digonto
 
 
Tothapitu ujolim, xabotim oporixim aakakhor nilima (chorus)
Morohibo tohotor horxito mukhoni, sai hobo obhimaan
Ajiu moi dekha nai, puwa nai, sina nai xurujor porichoy
Pise ase mur habiyakh,neusi porihakh xaturim mohanod
Ase mur obhilakh-X2
Rosim moi itihakh-X2
Eya je biplop
Xotru xabodhan
 
Moi dekhisu bodhutyo (verse 2)
Bonddhutyo jen mathu ek xobdo
Kun xosa kun misa taan sina fali mukha
Xokolu jen nila-xiyal
Xuhi xuhi tej xuhi, ho tohot porojibi
Sariu-dikhe gutha mokorar-jaal
Xukhor dinot loga heta-upora, pau bipodot nixongota
Beya pa xomalusona, ku-kormotu bisora bhuwa proxonkha
Nidile nohoi moi bhal bondhu; bondhu nohoi jen beshya matro
Tohotok lage mathu lage; Xogun xokuwa sarthoporota
Bodhutyo—Jen nai kunu ortho
 
Tothapitu ujolim, xabotim oporixim aakakhor nilima (chorus)
Morohibo tohotor horxito mukhoni, sai hobo obhimaan
Ajiu moi dekha nai, puwa nai, sina nai xurujor porichoy
Pise ase mur habiyakh,neusi porihakh xaturim mohanod
Ase mur obhilakh-X2
Rosim moi itihakh-X2
Eya je biplop
Xotru xabodhan
 
Moi dekhisu bohu xonto mohonto (verse 3)
Mukhere borokhe baani nirontor
Ki bhal ki beya, diba-nixai diye diha
Jen nije mathu gyanor bhandaar
Dinot bhokot, rati bolotkari probansok
Aru koribo ahise aamar bisaar
Mukhot raam raam, hatot khonjor; noriya vagobot-gita
Nijor niyom nijor sartho, aanok xuxon protarona
Sinu tohotok Bogoli-bhokot, tohot thog durdanto
Niyom-kanoonor sokrobehu xaji koribo bisora muk dikhohara
Tohotor niyom kanoon hoi mathu ek sokranto
 
Tothapitu ujolim, xabotim oporixim aakakhor nilima (chorus)
Morohibo tohotor aapluto mukhoni, sai hobo obhimaan
Ajiu moi dekha nai, puwa nai, sina nai xurujor porichoy
Pise ase mur habiyakh,neusi porihakh xaturim mohanod
Ase mur obhilakh-X2
Rosim moi itihakh-X2
Eya je biplop
Xotru xabodhan
 
~KMnO4
 

Morisika

“Omanikhar akulota
Nirobota mathu amar kakhot
Uroniya mon kumoliya
Joontiu lukaise jen lajot
Kiba kuwa, kiba khuna
Tumi aukhir joon mur hridoyor
Endhar nikha, tumi xikha
Tumi xur jen mur hepahor
Enedore dubahut dubahu thoi thaku sirokal
Buku duru duru kope bhakha hoi nitaal
Sinaaki onubhutir porichoy
Spondon modhumoi
Faguni botah jaake janu ki koi
Hridoyot kihor proloy
Osin ojan madokota
Kio baru jole soga
Kihor bhorom, kihor trikha
Kio iman unmadona
Tumar majot palu dhora
Tumar babei mur mon pothar
Tumak pabo, tumak subo
Bogai ahim hazaar pahar
Akakhere lori juwa popiya torati nu ki pai
Kijaniba khihotoke tumare senehe moohi jai
Mayabi Junaaki poruwai
Kio ba aji motoliya geet gaai
Misiki hahiti uruwai
Juwa mur ondhokar aatorai”
~KMnO4

The Awakening

Speak to me,
I don’t hear any voice;
The noise has deafened me.
 
For you, it’s a deal—
Corrupt me with your words;
The herd misleads me.
 
For it’s you, whom I trust;
Your lies are for me to take
Again, even if it’s a mistake.
 
So, wake my soul;
Pull me with your aroma,
For I don’t want to learn to live in coma.
 
For long I have stayed asleep,
Now, it’s time to take a leap;
If it is to be, let my faith on you get my soul ripped.
 
I want to dance in the rain.
I want to sing in my pain.
I want to dream again.
 
Let your darkness engulf mine,
For mine alone is too weak to shine;
Together we can explode like landmines.
 
Stoke my psyche,
Let my temptations show its ire;
We all are sinners of our lust and desires.
 
You lie to me,
And I’ll lie to you
If that can act as fuel.
 
So, stir the revolution;
Let the flames dance in the fire,
And spirits be awakened in the graveyard.
 
Take up your arms;
Let World War III begin,
Let sacrifices be made, if the need be.
 
~KMnO4
 

A Sobriquet

Your soul shalt rot in hell,
And your body decayed on earth,
What’s the difference – I asked thyself,
They are two sides of a same coin – I heard,
No – they are two sides of a magnet – I thought,
But one was just a sobriquet for the other – the God said.
 
~Lucifer
 
 
PS- Lucifer is a contributing author to this blog.

Memories

Memories…
Losing out slowly.
One by one.
At each place, we leave a part of ourselves.
Memories…
Linked with things we had,
Places we had been to,
People we met,
Stupid things we did.
Memories…
Flow back again when accidentally we bump into the familiar things we once had,
Making new memories.
Memories…
Never to come again.
With each place we leave, we leave a part of ourselves.

~KMnO4

Jhumoor

Who has tied up your hair in this untidy bun? X2
Who has cast an evil eye on you? X2
Oh Vrindavan,
Oh dear,
Who has cast an evil eye on you?
Oh Vrindavan, you mesmerize.
 
I have planted some paddy in my little field X2
But the wild birds eat them, killing them all,
Oh brother, chase them away,
With this beautiful charm strung around your neck X2
Tranana na re na re tranana na re na
Oh my my,
Oh brother, chase them away,
With this beautiful charm strung around your neck X2
 
With what string do I tie this yellow wildflower around your neck? X2
Which string, which string do I tie it with?
The red lotus starts to shine slowly,
With a silver chain I want to tie the yellow wildflowers to your neck X2
Which string, which string do I tie it with?
The red lotus starts to shine slowly.
 
 
~Animesh Das
 
 
PS: Sorry Animesh I uploaded your translation without your permission as many had requested me to translate it and I saw yours which was pretty well done. So there was no point for me to do it again.

Truth?

What is truth?
The rays of the sun;
The reflections of the moon;
The cravings of a hungry child;
Or the lust of youth?
 
What is truth?
The wisdom of a sage;
The furore of a goon;
The want of the wildlings;
Or the cozy bedroom of you?
 
What is truth?
A moment of glory;
A period of ruth;
The fight of a hero;
Or the babblings of a loon?
 
What is truth?
An ocean of rain;
A drop of dew;
Happiness of a lifetime;
Or just a moment with you?
 
~KMnO4
 
 

*People*

People come.
People go.
Some meet again somewhere;
Some go to meet never nowhere.
Some you never remember.
Some come as a glimpse into your mind,
Suddenly someday, even after years.
A pain, a joy, a pinch, a fear;
A world of smile or a drop of tear.

~KMnO4

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