writer
i have read many books right from the time i could follow language.
writer does write in vacuum writer has its world and in that world every reader even partially follows what the writer writes. not understanding is not an option.
when i heard valmiki first time i only read or heard a fragment. never read full. however i know what is written. no question of not understanding. i know it was written by valmiki when he was naked and not alone going for a bath. he saw a pair of birds die love making with one fell victim of a hunter and the other die out of deprivation and sorrow. the writer wished to write for me a story that would be for my life time i shall understand and know my life all the way till my end. a blind couple had only son to look after and killed by a very rich king with many chariots and many women queen and consorts. he killed the son unknowingly without verifying with his own eyes presuming a source of sound is an animal drinking water. he was responsible and took the body to the old blind couple. who cursed him that he too would die out of deprivation of his child. a king didn't have child. in order the story to be true. he got a child. the child is extraordinary! it is the life of ram. it is the story, ramayana. only valmiki the writer knows about the world of Ram. even ram does not know. his wife is pregnant and in the world of ram many do not believe the father is ram. how does ram solves the problem, very personal. he is the ruler of his world afterall. presumably the writer valmiki knows who else. it is valmiki's responsibility to not only look after sita and her children but also establish to their world. valmiki cannot forgo his unique responsibility and he does so.
who is my writer? the one spinning my story right from my birth till this day. every event was written by him in my life, some before my presence some in my absence some i came to know! some i followed right then some i followed long afterwards. who made me follow, rightly or wrongly. anyway whoever is that writer wrote it in a language i could follow and there was no option for me not follow. Is it written Bengali or English? How do i understand an event that takes place just now, a thought appears and i am writing it down. is it not written by the same writer composing my life? is it not the same writer asks lot of question to me that i cannot answer? ram could not answer to himself or to the world who is the father of sita's children. sita was his wedded wife. ram had no option but let the story being written by the writer of ram. fortunately the writer identifies himself to us and known to us. he was agni sharma a robber and it was his profession. he was asked to leave his profession. whoever told him nobody would support his profession as morally right. human is not supposed to be canibal. human has a mind and language and a story to live. killing and robbing however honestly or publicly performed; one suffers from lasting feelings of shame anger fear isolation dishonor. the suffering is endless till one has his world.
i do not know who would open the eyes of thieves in politician professional or corporation chiefs or war mongers.
agni sharma could not belong to his world. he retired from his world till forgot all about his world. ramayana was his only book and it contained his own story and his world's story. complete.
i know i am a writer and being written. whatever being written is fresh and new. it is after all being written for my joy and the writer as not changed at all all my this life. i know the writer but i have never seen heard touched or thought about him. however every moment comes from the writer new and fresh without repetition. everytime it is my new world.
it is not at all necessary for me to remember or find any resemblance or imagine a world from this fresh new world never before. The writer is the same and before my knowledge of universe; my world. i may commit mistake every moment. i may even make mistake in remembering.
the writer never changes and the world too is always new unseen unheard untouched without resemblance ~ no mistaking! never repeated.
it is true and risk free world. with or without further imagination.
who wrote ramayan? who wrote valmiki? who wrote my world? who wrote me? i know.
writer does write in vacuum writer has its world and in that world every reader even partially follows what the writer writes. not understanding is not an option.
when i heard valmiki first time i only read or heard a fragment. never read full. however i know what is written. no question of not understanding. i know it was written by valmiki when he was naked and not alone going for a bath. he saw a pair of birds die love making with one fell victim of a hunter and the other die out of deprivation and sorrow. the writer wished to write for me a story that would be for my life time i shall understand and know my life all the way till my end. a blind couple had only son to look after and killed by a very rich king with many chariots and many women queen and consorts. he killed the son unknowingly without verifying with his own eyes presuming a source of sound is an animal drinking water. he was responsible and took the body to the old blind couple. who cursed him that he too would die out of deprivation of his child. a king didn't have child. in order the story to be true. he got a child. the child is extraordinary! it is the life of ram. it is the story, ramayana. only valmiki the writer knows about the world of Ram. even ram does not know. his wife is pregnant and in the world of ram many do not believe the father is ram. how does ram solves the problem, very personal. he is the ruler of his world afterall. presumably the writer valmiki knows who else. it is valmiki's responsibility to not only look after sita and her children but also establish to their world. valmiki cannot forgo his unique responsibility and he does so.
who is my writer? the one spinning my story right from my birth till this day. every event was written by him in my life, some before my presence some in my absence some i came to know! some i followed right then some i followed long afterwards. who made me follow, rightly or wrongly. anyway whoever is that writer wrote it in a language i could follow and there was no option for me not follow. Is it written Bengali or English? How do i understand an event that takes place just now, a thought appears and i am writing it down. is it not written by the same writer composing my life? is it not the same writer asks lot of question to me that i cannot answer? ram could not answer to himself or to the world who is the father of sita's children. sita was his wedded wife. ram had no option but let the story being written by the writer of ram. fortunately the writer identifies himself to us and known to us. he was agni sharma a robber and it was his profession. he was asked to leave his profession. whoever told him nobody would support his profession as morally right. human is not supposed to be canibal. human has a mind and language and a story to live. killing and robbing however honestly or publicly performed; one suffers from lasting feelings of shame anger fear isolation dishonor. the suffering is endless till one has his world.
i do not know who would open the eyes of thieves in politician professional or corporation chiefs or war mongers.
agni sharma could not belong to his world. he retired from his world till forgot all about his world. ramayana was his only book and it contained his own story and his world's story. complete.
i know i am a writer and being written. whatever being written is fresh and new. it is after all being written for my joy and the writer as not changed at all all my this life. i know the writer but i have never seen heard touched or thought about him. however every moment comes from the writer new and fresh without repetition. everytime it is my new world.
it is not at all necessary for me to remember or find any resemblance or imagine a world from this fresh new world never before. The writer is the same and before my knowledge of universe; my world. i may commit mistake every moment. i may even make mistake in remembering.
the writer never changes and the world too is always new unseen unheard untouched without resemblance ~ no mistaking! never repeated.
it is true and risk free world. with or without further imagination.
who wrote ramayan? who wrote valmiki? who wrote my world? who wrote me? i know.
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