Dr. Abhishek Dutta

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July 30, 2013 at 8:00 am

Posted in Random Thoughts

The Postman Who Came Too Late

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Teaser for story "The Postman Who Came Too Late"Nepal has been blessed with heavenly natural beauty. However, the plate tectonics that gave birth to this natural beauty will one day cause massive loss of life and property. A majority of people living in Nepal are largely unaware of their vulnerability to a massive earthquake. Ironically, foreign diplomats seem to be more active in preparing Nepal for this imminent and unpredictable natural disaster: recently the US embassy funded the construction of a blood bank that can survive the impact of an earthquake, Nepal government and some UN agencies are collaborating to prepare critical infrastructures (like airport, emergency shelter, etc.) for a massive earthquake that is bound to hit this beautiful Himalayan kingdom that has already been cursed with a bloody past and a youth-less present.

This short story (fiction, 2200 words) describes the home-coming of a youth after a massive earthquake in Nepal. It also tries to emphasize the importance of letter writing in current age of instant communication (email, telephone, etc).

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June 14, 2013 at 9:36 am

Posted in Prose, Short Story

The Life of a Dying Mind

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Teaser for "Life of a Dying Mind"

News of a certain death in near future is always a breaking news for any human mind. Ironically, the human mind that can contemplate the vastness of the universe and peek into the sub-atomic world has failed to prepare itself for the news of imminent self-destruction.

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February 1, 2013 at 4:40 pm

Janki Mandir at Dawn and Dusk

Janki Temple (Mandir) of Janakpur (Nepal) as seen on the morning of Nov. 02, 2012.

Janki Temple (Mandir) of Janakpur (Nepal) as seen during the sunset of Nov. 02, 2012.

 

 

 

 

 

Janki Mandir is a temple in Janakpur, Nepal. I was born here and am always eager to revisit this ancient city.The architectural beauty of this historical temple awes me every time I see it. I hope these two photographs of this temple captured at dawn and dusk will hit you with similar feelings. The first one shows early morning view of this temple as the faint moon tried all in its capacity to brighten up this shot. The second photograph shows the silhouette of this temple as the distant horizon cuddled up the tired sun.

The UNESCO World Heritage website describes this temple as follows:

According to Vedic literature, the present Ram Janaki Temple in Janakpur is located at the birthplace of Goddess Sita, consort of Lord Rama. As mentioned in the great epic of the Ramayana, the area belonged to the realms of King Janak. The Ram Janaki Temple is one of the most holy places for Hindus.  Various vestiges of the 11th and 12th Century AD can be found. The temple architecture is of a much later period, however its style is unique; a blend of classical and neo-classical design with elements of fortification within a unique environmental setting.

These photographs are under CC BY-SA 3.0 license which means that you are free to use them in your own work as long as you attribute it to the original author.

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December 24, 2012 at 9:01 pm

Posted in Photography

Photography – my favourites

I love photography and still aspire to become a photo journalist some day. I admire the photographers who manage to tell a full story using a single photograph. My personal favourites are facial portraits and photographs of historical monuments. These days I am learning to explore my surroundings through me lens. In my Photography page, I collect some of my favourite photographs. From several hundred photographs I capture, only few make to this page. I like to keep my photographs pure — free from any digital enhancement or manipulation.

Photography page : (Last Updated: Dec. 16, 2012 – I decided to chose a more free culture license for the photographs in this page.)

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December 11, 2012 at 8:36 pm

Posted in Photography

Am I “Nepal’s deracinated generation”?

I just read CK Lal’s Nepal’s deracinated generation and could not help but write a blog post about it. Mr. Lal’s writings are never bloated with politically correct statements. Therefore in addition to a large number of people cursing him as a social and political analyst (see comments sections of his earlier articles), there are even more who praise his eloquent style and thank him for clearing out the haze in the topics related to the Nepali politics and society. In this article, the following thought hit me very strongly:

From a youngster requesting a stranger at the Tribhuvan International Airport to fill up her migration form because she can only sign her name, to the boy coming back home from the USA [Europe] for the summer and carrying an extra pen so as to help as many fellow passengers fill up immigration cards as possible, a great many of CGs [Cyber Generation] are travelling abroad. — Nepal’s deracinated generation by CK Lal

I do carry a pen in my backpack and yes I do fill in the immigration forms of some of my fellow countrymen who seek my help in overcoming one of the many hurdles put in place to throw them at the mercy of others. Although some of them can fill in the form themselves, they seek help in fear of the arrogant immigration officials who reject their form, without any explanation, even for the slightest mistake. I am sure that those officials would strip themselves of all the arrogance once they understand why some people have to travel abroad for work and how they worked and lived in dire conditions to send their earnings back home to feed their family — thereby contributing to the country’s ailing economy.

Little wonder, the highest concern of the top-of-the-heap CG [Cyber Generation] urbanite nowadays is how to cut, saw, or sandpaper a micro SIM so that it will fit into the nano-SIM slot of the latest iPhone 5. — Nepal’s deracinated generation by CK Lal

Fortunately, this is not me. To be honest, I carry a 15 euro mobile phone — the cheapest that was available. Had my cell phone service provider known that some humans can live without making calls and texting, they would have removed the prepaid scheme with infinite validity period :)

Here are some more interesting satirical lines from this article:

A few winners of the Diversity Visa Lottery, when denied permission to migrate, would hold protest marches and fast-unto-death for their inalienable right to run away from their country and settle in their dreamland.– Nepal’s deracinated generation by CK Lal

Part of the explanation perhaps lies with the attitude of CGs [Cyber Generation] —Baal Matalab (I couldn’t care less)—who have little or no interest in the political struggles of the past. … These youths expect that everything be within the reach of their thumb—of the remote, of touchscreen smartphones or tablets—and all the effort that they should be expected to make is open the door to receive pizza delivery, pasta parcels, and eBay packages. Communication should be through social media; activism should be limited to cyberspace; and occasional get-together at a bar, a café or the mall on the way back home from work should suffice for civic engagements.– Nepal’s deracinated generation by CK Lal

So, am I “Nepal’s deracinated generation” ?

Well, at least I do not share the, “I couldn’t care less” attitude. But I am definitely guilty of “caring for little else other than ‘I’, ‘Me’ and ‘Myself.’ “. Thanks to Mr. Lal for forcing me to reflect on these issues. I also admire his capabilities as a writer. Did I just hear somebody recall Edward Bulwer-Lytton‘s thought, “The pen is mightier than the sword” ?

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September 25, 2012 at 2:19 pm

Posted in Random Thoughts

My Favorite Poems

In this post, I collect some of my favourite poems — the poems that swiftly fill me with sweet emotions while my ever-increasing love for computers and research silently robs me off the pleasures of being a human.

My heart refuses to believe that it is more than a pump, my eyes are lost in the dreary desert of pixels, my fingers are tired of the arrogant keys and mouse buttons that rise up every time it is pressed and my exhausted neurons complain of the maladies brought to them by logical thinking.

These poems let my neurons clamour like children running out of a classroom after hearing the finishing school bell. It allows my fingers to fall in love with tender flower petals that sway with the wind without any arrogance. My heart forgets to pump and is filled with warmth for my soaked eyes which envyingly yearns to take the place of a child cuddled in his mother’s arms.

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September 13, 2012 at 8:28 pm

Posted in Poetry