The Mood of Monsoon

On the 9th September ,2010,Gyan Niketan celebrated 'Rimjhim Ki Shaam , Abhibhawakon Ke Naam' as a part of its Silver Jubilee Celebrations . A verse skit written by me , titled 'The Mood of Monsoon' was also staged and I sang the songs in it . Though the night was far from rainy ,I enjoyed greatly because I sang for the first time before a considerable audience .The S. K. Memorial Hall was full and I was singing accompanied with musicians . My songs were acclaimed , I felt overwhelmed .

Raju Ranjan and Kumar Mukul

About 1995 , Raju Ranjan Prasad joined Swaroop Vidya Niketan and in spite of great differences of opinions and viewpoints became fighting friends . He once came to me with Kumar Mukul who, through Shaily Pathak , a Patna College classmate, had been already a bit introduced to me . Raju Ranjan's way of criticism is poignantly humorous . He hurts but makes you think seems to be dedicated to his faith . If he reads this line he may disagree with something in it because he is Raju .

Kumar Mukul is a poet , though he is a critic also . However , his critic is only as much tall as the poet in raju Ranjan , slight inaccuracy of assessment being kindly overlooked .Now Mukul has settled in Delhi and we see each other only occasionally but I phone to him sometimes and visit his blog ' Karavan '.

Raju is vociferous on his 'matmatantar' and has recently complained against my reading less though I so frequently read him .

Pandey,Lal and Tripathy

By 1993, I began to teach English at Swaroop Niketan (later on renamed 'Swaroop Vidya Niketan ' now the school does not exist ), a school that prepared students for schools like Netarhat and Sanik School Tilaiya, etc. There used to come Acharya Satyanarayan Lal , a retired Principal of B N R (if not inaccurate )Training College , Patna .We soon became admires of each other and he had two close friends, Pandit Ramdayal Pandey and Acharya Vindhyavasinidutta Tripathy . Pt. Ramdayal Pandey was , somehow ,already known to me but now the three aged people made me understand that Hindi literature had fallen into the grip of politics in which too much leftist influence had led it to almost ugliness . I became wary to protect its beauty and to stick to the romantic vien of Hindi, Chhayavada.

Breaking The Silence of The Seas

When I think about my early youth , I find that it was vociferous with ideas and literary meetings and the evenings of poetry . I used to attend the weekly meetings of 'Sahityanchal' and rather kept looking forward to it . Its presidentship had been perhaps long held by Mr Raghunath Prasad Vikal , a pen-friend of Harivamsh Ray Bachchan (both of them now out of the world of the mortals) and it was a haunt of people of different opinions ,of different resolutions who shared only one common and essential thing 'literature' . Several lines of poems heard over there(in those poetic meets) I remember even today . Ramashraya Bhaiya's ' Jangjoo juganoo huey hain roshani ke naam par ' and Mr Karunesh's 'Ek jindagi le leti hai, ek jindagi dene mein, ek gajal poori hone mein poori ek umar loote ' and many other words of many others who used to come still ring in my ears in spite of the noisy life of today and I remember the Solitary Reaper of Wordsworth .