Tuesday, September 1, 2026

The Declaration of Emergency

Manmohan Choudhury

Translated by Sailen Routray

Jayaprakash Narayan (1902-1979)
Narayan was a key figure in the opposition
to the emergency imposed by Indira Gandhi in 1975
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons/Nehru Memorial Museum


It was the 27th of June. I had gone to my brother-in-law Sri Krusnapada Bhowmik’s house, to paint an oil portrait of my mother-in-law. Krusna was then a highly placed official with the police. I would have hardly painted for an hour or so, when the telephone rang. I picked the receiver, someone from Gunanidhi Bhavan was calling me. Kshetrabasi Pati informed me over phone that Jayprakash Ji and other leaders had been arrested at the crack of dawn. A state of emergency had been declared in the country. I immediately returned home, packing up my paints and brushes.  Hearsays bandied that the censoring of newspapers had started. However, the rules for this purpose were yet to be created. News reached the offices of newspapers courtesy organisations like PTI. The full range of the day’s events was published in a special edition of The Samaja and later when proper censorship was instituted, all those news items were made to fit the official structures. 

After speaking with others, it was decided that a meeting would be called that afternoon at our home to discuss this development. According to the decision, around twenty-five people from Cuttack were informed about this. They assembled at our place around four. Amongst them were Harekrushna Mahtab, Nilamani Routray, Purnachandra Parida, Srikanta Panda, Biraja Ray, Bou, Syamali Mahapatra, Biswambhara Parida, sarvodaya activists such as Surendra Mohanty, Kshetrabasi Pati, Nikunja Das, and Gopal Prasad Das, etc. Dada was at Angul, so he arrived later. There were a lot of speculation in the meeting. It was evident that the declaration of a state of emergency had stunned everyone. After a long discussion it was decided that it must be opposed and as there was no possibility of the truth coming out in newspapers, some steps needed to be taken to inform the people of the real situation.

It was decided that if a small pamphlet were to be published and distributed at the railway station and the Badambadi bus stand, it would reach across the whole of Odisha overnight. Hence, a pamphlet was drafted. When the question arose as to who all would sign it, it was agreed that it would come out with Ramadevi’s signature. It seemed some friends were reluctant to put their names down on paper. It was also seen later that among the friends assembled that day, a few remained silent and did not engage in the unsettled state of affairs.

The pamphlet was immediately printed in the Gramsevak press and activists took it to the Badambadi bus stand and the railway station and came back after distributing copies of the pamphlet. That evening it was raining heavily. But who cared? It was observed that people were very eager to have a copy of the pamphlet.

On the second day, dada came and a meeting was held again. In this meeting, it was decided that a civil disobedience agitation would be held against the declaration of emergency. Then Section 144 of the IPC had been imposed in Cuttack. Immediately, Biraja Ray, Shyamali Mahapatra and Surendra Mohanty came forward, and were arrested after sloganeering and attempting to lecture near Gourishankar Park. Another pamphlet came out the day after exhorting all Indians to oppose the imposition of the emergency. Arrests were expected any time and someone shared the news that there was an order to arrest nine people including Nabakrushna Choudhury. In the midst of all this, it was decided after a discussion that I would not immediately come out to be arrested. Instead, I would organise the movement against the emergency in hiding for five to seven days before showing up for civil disobedience.

However, when a place for my hiding was looked for, all those friends whose homes were proposed in the discussion were hesitant citing multiple problems. On the other hand, rumour had spread that dada would get arrested. Hence, he was waiting, having packed his clothes and books on 28th June. But nothing was heard about my arrest. Later some people said that in order to hoodwink us, some of our friends were fed with wrong information from official sources.

Meanwhile, after having made arrangements for sharing news with the activists in various districts, I had started writing a letter to Vinobaji. In the letter, I had written that, “Indira Gandhi’s intention to end democracy and institute an authoritarian regime is now evident and I request you to raise your voice in support of democracy and civil rights.” I had not finished writing this letter. It was quite late in the night and no arrangements could be made for me to stay elsewhere, and therefore, I slept there. The police arrived in the wee hours of the morning of the 29th of June at around three o clock. Dada was sleeping in the room along the corridor. He got up and said, “I’ve been waiting for you since yesterday.” Then he got ready, wrapping up his bedding, etc. Bou got this news in Thoriasahi over telephone. Nikunja and others also got up from sleep and reached there. We were all getting ready to bid adieu to dada, and some people had started picking up his bedding, when dada asked the police, “Could you please show me the warrant?”

Lo and behold! When we saw the warrant, it had my name on it. Then I started packing my clothes and bedding, etc. I ended the incomplete letter to Vinoba by just writing, “I am getting arrested before I could finish writing this letter.” I left the letter in Sumitra’s care, told her to mail it to Vinobaji and left. There were two sub-inspectors of police. After we sat in the jeep, the driver had some difficulty in starting it. In the end, we had to push the jeep. I sarcastically said, “Now the government’s condition is like this jeep. It does not move until it’s pushed.” The police inspectors smiled.

I was taken to the jail in Cuttack. The very familiar ward number seventeen… On reaching there, I saw that Madan Sahoo, Anadi Nayak, and Manmohan Mishra, etc., had just arrived after being arrested. Later, other fellow workers also arrived. Ashok Das from Jajpur was also amongst them. It was a lively mess and the day was spent in commotion.

Conversations, flights of imagination, rights of the first-class prisoners, discussions and arguments with prison officials regarding the expectations from the jail, all these went on and on. Slowly we started settling down on our respective platforms. The readers might remember that I had described before that in prisons there were platforms that were six feet long and two and half feet wide, which were meant for the prisoners to sleep on. On one end of it lay a ridge that functioned as a pillow. You were meant to spread blankets and sheets on top of this and use it for sleeping and sitting.

We were getting ready to settle down in ward number seventeen. However, something else had been planned for me. At around ten in the night of the third day, Manmohan Mishra, Ashok Das and I were called and told that we would be taken elsewhere. We bundled up our belongings and went to the jail’s gate. I started singing a song of Kazi Nazrul–

কারার ঐ লৌহ কপাট

ভেঙে ফেল কর রে লোপাট

রক্ত জমাট শিকল পুজোর পাষাণ বেদী

The prison’s iron gates —

Break them, shatter them!

Destroy the blood stained stone altar

where chains are worshipped.

We were made to sit in two jeeps. The vehicles started moving towards Buxibazar and soon crossed the river Mahanadi and went further. Ashok babu and I were in one vehicle. The police officials made no reply when we asked them where we were being taken to. There was a desire to shout slogans while passing through the bazar, but it was eleven in the night and all the shops were shut. No one moved about on the streets. Who would hear our slogans?

The vehicle carrying Ashok and I started moving towards the road to Dhenkanal. It seemed we were being taken to either Dhenkanal or Angul. It could have been Sambalpur as well. However, the vehicle stopped in front of the gate of the jail in Dhenkanal at around one in the night and after dropping me there, the police officials left with Ashok. The jailer took me with him to a small ward located in a corner of the prison. I was alone there. I fell asleep in no time.

Note: This is a translation of a chapter from 'Kasturi Mruga Sama', the autobiography of Manmohan Choudhury (1915-2003). Choudhury was a freedom fighter and sarvodaya activist from Odisha who participated in almost all the popular socio-political movements of his times that happened in the state. He was also a noted writer of non-fiction in the Odia language who won major awards for his writing.

Saturday, August 22, 2026

ପାଣିରେ ପାଣିରେ ପାଣିରେ ପାଣି 

ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ


ରେମୁଣାର କ୍ଷୀରଚୋରା ଗୋପିନାଥ ମନ୍ଦିରର ଭିତରର ଦୃଶ୍ୟ
ଫଟୋ କ୍ରେଡ଼ିଟ୍ - ୱିକିମିଡିଆ କମନ୍ସ୍/ଅପୂର୍ବ୦୧୩


ଓଡ଼ିଶାରେ ଗାନ୍ଧିଜୀଙ୍କର ମୌଳିକ ଶିକ୍ଷା ଦର୍ଶନରେ ପ୍ରୟୋଗ କ୍ଷେତ୍ରରେ ଶ୍ରୀ ଶରତଚନ୍ଦ୍ର ମହାରଣାଙ୍କର ନାମ ସୁପରିଚିତ । ସେ ଗାନ୍ଧୀବାଦୀ ସାମାଜିକ କର୍ମୀ ଅନ୍ନପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣା ମହାରଣାଙ୍କର ସ୍ୱାମୀ, ଶିକ୍ଷାବିତ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରମୋହନ ମହାରଣାଙ୍କର ପୁତ୍ର ତଥା ଗୋପବନ୍ଧୁ ଚୌଧୁରୀ ଓ ରମାଦେବୀଙ୍କର ଜାମାତା । ମାତାଙ୍କର ନାମ ରାସମଣି ଦେବୀ । 

ଶରତ ବାବୁଙ୍କର ଜନ୍ମ ୧୯୦୯ ମସିହାରେ । ତାଙ୍କର ପୈତୃକ ଗ୍ରାମ ହେଲା ବାଲେଶ୍ୱରର ରେମୁଣା ଥାନାର ଚୌଧୁରୀବାଗ୍ । ସେତେବେଳେ ବାଲେଶ୍ୱରରୁ ଗାଁକୁ ଯିବା ପାଇଁ ସଡ଼କ ନଥିଲା । ଶାଳବଣି ଗାଁର ଦକ୍ଷିଣ ଦିଗରେ ବିଲଗହିର ଦେଇ ଚଲାବାଟ ଥିଲା । ସେଇ ଶାଳବଣିରେ ତାଙ୍କ ଗୋସେଇଁ ବାପାଙ୍କ ବାପ ଗୁରୁପ୍ରସାଦ ମହାରଣାଏ ଗୋରାପୋଖରି ବୋଲି ଗୋଟିଏ ତଡ଼ାଗ ଧର୍ମ ଉଦ୍ଦେଶ୍ୟରେ ଖୋଳାଇଥିଲେ । ନିର୍ଘାତ ଗ୍ରୀଷ୍ମରେ ମଧ୍ୟ ସେଥିରେ ପାଣି ରହୁଥିଲା । ହେଲେ ଜଳ ଦାନ ଉଦ୍ଦେଶ୍ୟରେ ପୋଖରିଟି ଖୋଳାଯାଇଥିବାରୁ, ମହାରଣା ପରିବାରର କେହି ଗୋରାପୋଖରିର ପାଣି ବ୍ୟବହାର କରୁନଥିଲେ ।

ସେତେବେଳେ ଚୌଧୁରୀବାଗ୍ ପରି ରେମୁଣା ଆଖପାଖର ଗାଁମାନଙ୍କରେ ପକ୍କା କୂପ ବା ନଳକୂପ ପ୍ରାୟତଃ ଦେଖିବାକୁ ମିଳୁନଥିଲା । ସେତେବେଳେ ବଙ୍ଗାଳୀ ସାହିରେ ଗୋଟିଏ, ରେମୁଣା ବଜାରର ଚାଉଳ ଖଳାରେ ଗୋଟିଏ, କ୍ଷୀରଚୋରା ମନ୍ଦିରର ରୋଷେଇ ପାଇଁ ଉଦ୍ଦିଷ୍ଟ କୂଅ ଗୋଟିଏ ଓ ପୁରୀ ଗୋସେଇଁ ମଠ ଭିତରେ ଏକ ଛୋଟ କୂପ ଥିଲା । ଏହା ଛଡ଼ା ସେହି ଅଞ୍ଚଳରେ କୂପର ଦେଖାଦର୍ଶନ ନଥିଲା । କାରଣ,  ସେ ଅଞ୍ଚଳର କୁମ୍ଭାରମାନେ ମାଟି ନନ୍ଦ ନିର୍ମାଣର ପ୍ରକ୍ରିୟା ସହିତ ପରିଚିତ ନଥିଲେ । ପୋଖରି ଇତ୍ୟାଦି ହିଁ ଜଳର ଆବଶ୍ୟକତା ମେଣ୍ଟାଉଥିଲେ ।

ବଡ଼ ପୋଖରି ଭିତରେ ଥିଲା ବ୍ରଜ ପୋଖରି, ଚହଟା ପୋଖରି ଓ କୂଟ ପୋଖରି । ଏହା ଛଡ଼ା ନାନାଦି କୁନି କୁନି ପୋଖରି ଓ ଗଡ଼ିଆ ଇତ୍ୟାଦି ମଧ୍ୟ ଥିଲା । ଲୋକେ ପାନୀୟ ଜଳ ଉଦ୍ଦେଶ୍ୟରେ ଏହି ସବୁ  ପୋଖରି ଓ ଗଡ଼ିଆ ଇତ୍ୟାଦିର ଜଳ ବ୍ୟବହାର କରୁଥିଲେ । ଏହା ଛଡ଼ା ଏହି ପୋଖରିଗୁଡ଼ିକର ଜଳ ଶୌଚ ଉଦ୍ଦେଶ୍ୟରେ ମଧ୍ୟ ବ୍ୟବହାର ହେଉଥିଲା । ଏଥିରୁ ସେହି ସମୟର ସ୍ୱାସ୍ଥ୍ୟ ସଚେତନତା ଅନୁମେୟ । 

ଗୋଟିଏ ସମ୍ଭ୍ରାନ୍ତ ଓ ଶିକ୍ଷିତ ପରିବାର ହୋଇଥିଲେ ମଧ୍ୟ ଶରତ ବାବୁଙ୍କ ଘରେ ମଧ୍ୟ ଏପରି ଚଳଣି ଥିଲା । ତାଙ୍କ ଗୃହର ନୈରୁତ କୋଣରେ ଅଭି ନାମକ ଏକ କ୍ଷୁଦ୍ର ଗଡ଼ିଆ ଥିଲା । ସେହି ଗଡ଼ିଆର ପାଣି ତାଙ୍କ ଘରେ ବ୍ୟବହାର କରାଯାଉଥିଲା । ଗଡ଼ିଆଟିର ପାଣି ଅବଶ୍ୟ ଦେଖିବାକୁ ସ୍ୱଚ୍ଛ ଥିଲା । ଏହି ଗଡ଼ିଆଟି ନିକଟର ଅନେକ ପଡ଼ାଙ୍କର ଜଳକଷ୍ଟ ଦୂର କରୁଥିଲା । 

ଶରତ ବାବୁଙ୍କର ପିତା ୧୯୨୯ ସାଲରେ ମୃତ୍ୟୁବରଣ କରିବା ପର୍ଯ୍ୟନ୍ତ, ସଙ୍ଗତିସମ୍ପନ୍ନ ଶିକ୍ଷା ବିଭାଗର କର୍ମଚାରୀଟିଏ ହୋଇ ମଧ୍ୟ, ନିଜ ଘରବାଡ଼ିରେ ବା ଗ୍ରାମରେ କୂପଟିଏ ଖୋଳାଇ ନଥିଲେ । ଅସନା ପାଣି ପିଇ ହଇଜା ଯୋଗୁଁ ଶରତ ବାବୁଙ୍କର ମାତୃବିୟୋଗ ହୋଇଥିଲା । ଏହା ଛଡ଼ା ତାଙ୍କର ବଡ଼ ଭାଇଙ୍କର ଗୋଟିଏ ଦୁଇ ବର୍ଷର ଶିଶୁ କନ୍ୟା ମଧ୍ୟ ମୃତ୍ୟୁବରଣ କରିଥିଲା । ଅବଶ୍ୟ ଛୁଟି ଦିନମାନଙ୍କରେ ଗ୍ରାମରେ ବସବାସ କରୁଥିବା ସମୟରେ ତାଙ୍କର ପିତା ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରମୋହନବାବୁ ପୁରୀ ଗୋସେଇଁ ମଠରୁ ଓ ରେମୁଣାର ଡାକ୍ତରଖାନାର କୂଅରୁ ପାଣି ଅଣାଉଥିଲେ ।  କେବଳ ଏହି ଛୁଟି ଦିନମାନଙ୍କରେ ହିଁ ସଫା କୂଅ ପାଣି ପରିବାରରେ ବ୍ୟବହାର ହେଉଥିଲା ।

ଏହାର ବହୁ ପରେ ଶରତବାବୁଙ୍କର ଭାଇ ଲୋକନାଥ ମହାରଣା ୧୯୫୨-୫୨ ମସିହାରେ ଗୋଟିଏ ସିମେଣ୍ଟର ରିଙ୍ଗ‌୍‌ୱେଲ୍ ନିର୍ମାଣ କରିବାର ସଙ୍କଳ୍ପ କଲେ । ଏଥି ପାଇଁ ସେ ଗାଆଁର ଲୋକମାନଙ୍କଠାରୁ ଘର ପିଛା ପାଞ୍ଚ ଛଅ ଟଙ୍କା ଲେଖାଏଁ ଆଦାୟ କଲେ । ଏଥିରେ ନିଜର ହଜାରେ ବାରଶହ ଟଙ୍କା ଯୋଡ଼ିଲେ । ହେଲେ ଗାଁର ସବୁ ଲୋକ ଚାନ୍ଦା ଦେଲେ ନାହିଁ । ଏଥିକୁ ଲୋକନାଥ ବାବୁ ଗୁମାନ କରି କୂଅ କରାଇ ଦେଲେ ନାହିଁ । 

ଶେଷକୁ ଶରତ ବାବୁ ନିଜର ଭଗ୍ନୀ ଟୁନିଙ୍କୁ ନିଜର ଗହଣା ବିକ୍ରୟ କରି କୂପଟିଏ ଖୋଳିବା ପାଇଁ ପ୍ରବର୍ତ୍ତାଇବାକୁ ଲାଗିଲେ । ଏଥିରେ ଲୋକନାଥ ବାବୁଙ୍କର ମତ ପରିବର୍ତ୍ତନ ହେଲା । ସେ ନିଜ ହାତରୁ ପନ୍ଦରଶହ ଟଙ୍କା ଖର୍ଚ୍ଚ କଲେ । ତାଙ୍କର ନିଜ ପୈତୃକ ଘରଠାରୁ ଅଧ କିଲୋମିଟର ବାଟରେ ଗୋଟିଏ ସର୍ବ ସାଧାରଣ ଜାଗାରେ କୂପଟିଏ ଖୋଳାଇଦେଲେ । ସେ ଅଞ୍ଚଳର ସଫା ପାଣି ପାଇଁ ତିରୋଟ ସାମାନ୍ୟ ଭାବରେ ଦୂର ହେଲା ।

ଟୀକା: ପାକ୍ଷିକ ପତ୍ରିକା 'ସମଦୃଷ୍ଟି'ରେ ପ୍ରଥମ ଛପିଥିବା ଏହି ଲେଖାଟିର ଉପାଦାନ ଶ୍ରୀ ଶରତଚନ୍ଦ୍ର ମହାରଣାଙ୍କର ଆତ୍ମଜୀବନୀ 'ଅନୁଭବମାଳା'ର ପ୍ରଥମ ଭାଗରୁ ସଙ୍ଗୃହିତ । ବହିଟିର ପ୍ରଥମ ସଂସ୍କରଣ ଭୁବନେଶ୍ୱରସ୍ଥ ସଂସ୍ଥା ଶିକ୍ଷାସନ୍ଧାନ ୨୦୦୫ ମସିହାରେ ପ୍ରକାଶିତ କରିଥିଲେ ।

Saturday, August 15, 2026

The Sarvodaya Movement

Manmohan Choudhury

Translated by Sailen Routray


Vinoba Bhave during the Bhoodan movement
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons

After my father’s death, everyone slowly started to put in their efforts to systematise the work of sarvodaya in Odisha. The mobilisation for gramdan slowly gathered momentum in Koraput, Ganjam, Baleswar and Mayurbhanj. The distribution of land collected through bhoodan and gramdan also began to progress through Bhoodan Samiti. The cooperation from the government was also a lot better as Shri Sadashiva Tripathy expressed keen interest in the work. In the city of Cuttack, the sarvodaya fund collection was going well under the supervision of Fakir Mishra. It was also decided to conduct an annual funds collection drive by the state-level Sarvodaya Mandal. A vision was adopted in 1960 to train the sarvodaya functionaries in training camps, first at the state level, and then at the district and local levels. Training camps used to take place for sarvodaya functionaries intermittently even earlier. But in these camps, the practice of discussions had vanished. We would call senior sarvodaya leaders and thinkers like Dada Dharmadhikari, and have them lecture twice a day. The lectures, of course, were very useful; however, we organisers never thought whether these went above the top of the heads of the activists or enter their minds. Such camps continued for four, five days at a stretch.

Slowly we realised that for the functionaries to understand these brilliant lectures, some prior intellectual preparation was needed. To be able to work towards social work and social change, one needed both familiarity and knowledge in the various sciences that relate to the human mind and social structure, and my belief in this had become stronger. Apart from that, our village-level functionaries were also lacking in common intellectual knowledge on politics, economics and the social system. Therefore, a curriculum was developed for these camps to ensure excellence in their intellectual attainments. Plans were made to provide a general understanding to the activists on the subjects mentioned above, the path of development of human civilisation, the role of self-awareness and science in this, and the contributions of literature, with the help of professors and other knowledgeable people. Along with this, the practical work of sarvodaya and issues related to these were also to be discussed. In the camps, everyone learnt the art of collective living as well.

The first such training camp took place in the Cuttack Town Hall. After that these were organised in Cuttack, Bhubaneswar and other nearby places. At first, these were all lecture-based, but later enough time was set aside to enable the activists assimilate the subjects through discussions with each other. Questions directed at the speakers were also encouraged. These training camps usually extended from seven to ten days. Initially, it was feared that the functionaries would not be able to appreciate such intellectual matters, that they would get bored. However, it was found that the activists had great interest in all these discussions. Eighty to hundred functionaries from all over the state were invited for these camps. However, the total number of activists who would be present was usually larger than this. Village level functionaries from places like Koraput would arrive spending around fifty rupees from their own pocket towards travelling. On one occasion, when a rural worker from Koraput started debating with an economics professor from Utkal University, we realised that the goal of the camps had been achieved. Later, we started experimenting with two-level camps. For those who had attended camps in the previous years, there was an advanced programme, whereas for those who were new, there was basic training. Once there was a three-level camp as well in which an advanced programme was kept for important state-level functionaries.

Later Gandhi Vidya Sansthan started supporting these camps in a major way. It was established in 1960 by the efforts of Shankarraoji, Nabakrushna Choudhury and Jayaprakash Narayan. They had felt that such an institution was needed after realising the need for debates, discussions and research in the social sciences for the sarvodaya movement. Sugata babu, the coordinator of this institute and its other faculty used to help according to their capacities towards the success of these camps. Professors from Utkal University and the University of Agriculture, especially Dr Baidyanath Mishra, Dr Bidyadhara Mishra, Dr Shri Ramachandra Das, Dr Radhanath Rath, Dr Laxman Mohapatra, faculty member Kulamani Mohapatra, etc. used to help in these with a lot of interest.

After the state-level camps, there were plans for conducting three to four days long camps at the district level and two to three days long camps at the block level as well. The activists trained in the state-level camps used to organise these camps. In this manner, in a year, five hundred to a thousand activists used to get trained in one way or the other. I feel that due to this reason the general level of knowledge and understanding of activists from Odisha had become more robust in comparison with those from other states working at the same level. Apart from these, future work plans were also discussed in these camps and as a result, the work progressed smoothly.    

Note: This is a translation of a chapter from 'Kasturi Mruga Sama', the autobiography of Manmohan Choudhury (1915-2003). Choudhury was a freedom fighter and sarvodaya activist from Odisha who participated in almost all the popular socio-political movements of his times that happened in the state. He was also a noted writer of non-fiction in the Odia language who won major awards for his writing.

Saturday, August 8, 2026

ମାର୍କସ ଅରିଲସଙ୍କର 'ବିଚାରମାଳା'

ଦ୍ୱିତୀୟ କାଣ୍ଡ:  ସପ୍ତମ ଓ ଅଷ୍ଟମ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ଅନୁବାଦକ - ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ


ଗ୍ରୀକ ଦାର୍ଶନିକ ଏପିକ୍ଟେଟସ (୫୦-୧୩୫ ଖ୍ରୀଷ୍ଟାବ୍ଦ)
ଫଟୋ କ୍ରେଡ଼ିଟ୍ - ୱିକିମିଡ଼ିଆ କମନ୍ସ୍

ସପ୍ତମ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ତୁମେ ବାହାରର ଘଟଣାବଳୀ ଦ୍ୱାରା ବିଚଳିତ କି ? ତାହା ହେଲେ ନିଜେ କିଛି ସମୟ ଶାନ୍ତ ଜାଗାରେ ବିଶ୍ରାମ କର । ଏହା ଫଳରେ ତୁମେ ସତ୍ ଜ୍ଞାନ ପାଇବ ତଥା ନିଜର ବ୍ୟଗ୍ରତାକୁ କମାଇବାର ଉପାୟ ମଧ୍ୟ । ଆହୁରି ଏକ ପ୍ରମାଦ ବିରୁଦ୍ଧରେ ସଚେତ ରୁହ - ଅତ୍ୟଧିକ ବ୍ୟବସାୟରେ ନିଜକୁ ନିଯୁକ୍ତ ରଖି ହାଲିଆ ହେଉଥିବା ଲୋକଙ୍କର ମୂର୍ଖାମୀ;  ଯେଉଁମାନଙ୍କର ନିଜର ସମସ୍ତ ଉଦ୍ୟମ ଓ ଚିନ୍ତାକୁ କେନ୍ଦ୍ରିତ କରି ରଖିବା ପାଇଁ କୌଣସି ଲକ୍ଷ୍ୟ ବି ନଥାଏ । 

ଅଷ୍ଟମ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ତୁମ୍ଭେ ସହଜରେ ଏପରି ଜଣେ ଲୋକଙ୍କର ଠିକଣା ପାଇବ ନାହିଁ, ଯେ କି ଅନ୍ୟମାନଙ୍କର ଆତ୍ମାର କାର୍ଯ୍ୟାବଳୀକୁ ନିରୀକ୍ଷଣ ନକରିପାରିଥିବାରୁ ଦୁଃଖପ୍ରାପ୍ତ ହୋଇଥିବେ । ମାତ୍ର ଯିଏ ନିଜର ଆତ୍ମା ଓ ଭାବନାର ଚଳନକୁ ଧ୍ୟାନ ସହକାରେ ଅବଲୋକନ କରନ୍ତି ନାହିଁ, ତାଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ଦୁଃଖଭୋଗ ଅବ୍ୟଶମ୍ଭାବୀ ।    

ଅନୁବାଦକୀୟ ଟୀକା: ଗ୍ରୀକ ଓ ବିଶ୍ୱ ଦର୍ଶନ କ୍ଷେତ୍ରରେ ପ୍ରାଚୀନ ରୋମର ଚିନ୍ତକ ୧୬ତମ ସମ୍ରାଟ ମାର୍କସ ଅରିଲସ (୧୨୧-୧୮୦ ଖ୍ରୀଷ୍ଟାବ୍ଦ) ଙ୍କର ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥ ମେଡିଟେସନସ ର ଏକ ଗୁରୁତ୍ୱପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ ସ୍ଥାନ ରହିଛି । ଷ୍ଟଇକ୍ ଦର୍ଶନ ପରମ୍ପରାର ଏକ କ୍ଲାସିକ୍ ଭାବରେ ଏହାକୁ ଗଣାଯାଏ । ପୃଥିବୀସାରା ଏବେ ଷ୍ଟଇକ୍ ଦର୍ଶନ ପରମ୍ପରାର ପୁନରୁତ୍ଥାନ ଘଟୁଅଛି । ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟିର ଅନୁବାଦଟି ମୂଳ ଗ୍ରୀକ ଭାଷାର ଦୁଇଟି ଭିନ୍ନ ଭିନ୍ନ ଇଂରାଜୀ ଭାଷାନ୍ତରର ସାହାଯ୍ୟ ନେଇ କରାଯାଇଅଛି ।

Saturday, August 1, 2026

Gandhiji’s padayatra

 Manmohan Choudhury

Translated by Sailen Routray


Gandhiji’s Harijan tour in Odisha was due in the month of May in 1934. To gift him a bagful, Surendra Patnaik and I were staying in my mamu’s house in Satyabhamapur and roaming around in neighbouring villages to collect money and donations. We enjoyed delicious meals at my mamu’s place. We succeeded in collecting some funds. At the same time, we were gathering different kinds of experiences as well.  One day, we had gone to Ghantimunda, on hearing that there was a rich mahajan there. On reaching the mahajan’s place, I saw an old man counting money sitting on his haunches on the veranda. He was wearing a really dirty dhoti, and had a topknot on the head. There was a lot of money piled up in bundles in front of him. We told him quite a bit about the importance of Gandhiji. The old man stopped counting money and listened to us. Towards the end when he said, “All right. It’s all good” – we thought that the old man would give us at least one bundle from the money piled in front of him. However, when he said “OK, take this” and took out a few coins from a fold on his waist and offered these to us, cold water fell on our hopes. We came back without taking what he offered to us. We used to be treated really well elsewhere. In many places, people would affectionately offer us food. While residing in Satyabhamapur, we had received the sad news of Utkal Gouraba Madhusudan Das’s demise.

I also witnessed zamindary oppression for the first time during this period. Once we had gone to Lekhanpur and were the guests of the zamindar there. He was also a supporter of the freedom movement. His office was located in front of our residence. A large number of people were assembled there. I looked up on suddenly hearing a lot of noise and saw a petty official hitting a man with shoes. I was thunderstruck when I saw this. Later I regretted that I did not protest against this.

During this period, a certain feeling of cosmopolitanism had started taking hold of my mind. People from across the world, from all the countries, belong to one common humanity, that all people should unite overcoming the barriers of the discriminations associated with nation states, such ideas were creating an inclination towards liberalism in my mind. Along with this, there were also the romantic ideas related to the working class. Be it workers from Kolkata’s jute mills, or those laboring elsewhere, whenever I met them in villages, I would want to talk to them about their lives. In Padmapur, we came to know that quite a few families from there had migrated to Brazil and were settled there. These linkages between Odisha’s rural hinterland and faraway South America created quite a bit of excitement in my mind. I thought this was how the whole world was going to become one. 

We returned to Cuttack as the time for Gandhiji’s tour was close at hand. We had managed to collect around three hundred rupees. Gandhiji came to Angul via Sambalpur. The Deputy Commissioner there warned the people that no one should extend any cooperation towards the events concerning Gandhiji’s welcome and felicitations. Only Girijabhushan Dutta somehow could put up a tent and made a place for Gandhiji to stay. However, quite a few people from the nearby villages turned up to see Gandhiji. Girija babu was working as a contractor in Angul. He was independent and fearless. Later he supported the cause of the Garjat Movement in Odisha. It was on his land that later khudi built the ashram in Angul.

Gandhiji went to Puri in the evening, passing Cuttack, in the Talcher Train. He was supposed to come to Cuttack from Puri. A seven days long whirlwind tour had been planned for him. He was supposed to move around in a vehicle and have two to three meetings per day. But the next day we got the news that Gandhiji would start his padayatra from Puri. His motor tour was cancelled. It came to be known that the local leaders had arranged for police protection for him on receiving the news that the Puri pandas, the priests at the Jagannath temple, were conspiring to get him beaten up. He had decided on a padayatra to make it easier for those people to beat him up, if that was what they wanted.

Wherever his tour had already been fixed, both the people and the organisers who had been making the arrangements felt frustrated with this sudden change in plan. Many even went and started arguing with him. However, Gandhiji was unperturbed. The schedule for a seven days long padayatra from Puri to Cuttack was fixed. I went and joined the padayatra on the second day in Sakhigopal. My job was to write about Gandhiji’s speeches in detail and to take photographs at his meetings.

Rabindranath Tagore’s elder brother Dwijendranath had invented a method of stenography in Bangla and had published a book on the topic. Khudi had a copy of the book and it came to my hands. I had been practicing this method of shorthand writing. In reality, I had not developed any level of competence and my speed was not that good. However, as each sentence of Gandhiji’s Hindi speeches was being translated into Odia as he spoke, I got the time I needed to write these fast. For the first few days, after I cleaned up the text of the speech, Gandhiji would take a look and make the corrections himself. Later he thought these corrections were not needed. Then I would show the text to Kaka Kalelkar or someone else.

In the padayatra, I was walking two and half to three miles in the morning and the same distance in the afternoon. The padayatra would begin in the morning after everybody had an early breakfast. In the evening, we would set off after finishing dinner around five or five-thirty. There was no worry of arranging food at the night halt. It was summer, so everyone slept in the open. During the day, a house or some temporary shade created by woven mats of coconut fronds would be needed. Before leaving, Gandhiji would personally supervise whether the pit latrines, soiled leaf-plates, etc. had been properly buried under the earth or not. He would see to it that everything had been cleaned up properly. He would also take care of all those who accompanied him on the march. What had been cooked, whether there were any leftovers, he would take stock of this as well.  Once when he heard that my sister Chuni had a thorn in one of her feet, he sat down to remove it out himself. On another occasion, he heard that there was surplus cooked rice, and became pacified only when he was informed that it could be put to good use by making pakhala out of it.

Many distinguished people were coming to meet Gandhiji. They came from a variety of backgrounds, and from outside the country as well. A German man called Kuti Buto from South-West Africa was there in the padayatra from the beginning to the end. He used to identify himself as a member of the Nazi party. He was one of the chief attractions of the padayatra. Wherever he went, he ended up drinking ten, twelve tender coconuts at one go. Two Czechoslovakian guys arrived in Puri, may be at Siulachaka or Satyabhamapur. Thakkar Bapa was there from Puri till Cuttack. N. R. Malkani, the secretary of Harijan Seva Sangh, was there from Bairi to Bhadrak. Satish Chandra Dasgupta arrived at Siulachaka for the first time. Gandhiji had a two-weeks long programme in Bengal after Odisha. Satish babu had allotted that duration of time to Odisha on Bengal’s behalf. Therefore, after reaching Cuttack, Gandhiji left for Patna to attend a meeting of All Indian Congress Committee, and after coming back from there, he got down at Bairi station and again started the second phase of the padayatra. The padayatra was supposed to take place till Baleswar. However, rains started in Jajpur, and therefore, it had to be stopped in Bhadrak.

Agatha Harrison, an English woman who loved India, was in the second padayatra for many days. Pierre Ceresole, from a pacifist service organization called Service Civil International, had come to serve the earthquake affected people of Bihar. He was also with Gandhiji for a few days. Minoo Masani was then a key leader of the Congress Socialist Party. After having come here, he also spent two, three days in the padayatra and had few rounds of discussions with Gandhiji. Ghanshyam Das Birla had come, too. He arrived at the most inconvenient spot for halting, Intaripokhari. Gandhiji stayed there in a tiny house. The rest were put up in a banana grove. There it was very difficult to get even a little milk for Birlaji.

At every halt, Gandhiji would first address the assembled masses and speak against untouchability. Raju-da would translate these speeches. Gandhiji would speak one sentence and then its translation would follow. The speeches would not be too long. He was trying to explain a few basic points at all the places. People used to come from places far away just to have a glimpse of Gandhiji. Many would arrive at inopportune times and grow anxious to see Gandhiji. During the day, he would usually sit in an open area. Therefore, this posed no difficulties. However, in the night, when Gandhiji would be sleeping, people would disturb him by holding lanterns near his face and shining torches at him.

Numerous episodes have stayed in my memory forever. Once the halt was in the yard of a temple or may be a matha. Someone spread Gandhiji’s bedding on a spot that was just five to seven feet away from its boundary wall made up of dry, thorny plants. Gandhiji had already sat upon the bedding when my father saw this and said, “It’s a wild place. There might be dangerous creatures around. Let’s shift the bedding a little farther from the boundary wall.” Gandhiji smiled and replied, “Gopa babu! If a snake had to bite me, couldn’t it crawl a little farther and do so?” The bedding stayed where it was. 

At another place, as it became too hot, Gandhiji went and sat down in the shade of a mango orchard. The trees were filled with insects. It was difficult for a man to sit there in peace. When someone expressed irritation about this, Gandhiji made the following remark, “What’s their fault? If we’re insects, we’d have done exactly the same.” In Cuttack district, Satyabhamapur was quite some distance away from Lekhanpur. It became quite late while traveling there. So, in Gopinathpur, Gandhiji started running after going down the embankment. For the distance of almost half a mile, it was a proper run. Everyone was panting while trying to follow him.

The halt before Jajpur was on the bank of river Budha at night. There, as soon as the evening prayer got over, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and soon it started raining incessantly. There was a small shop there. One of its rooms had a little space. Gandhiji and around seven to eight women took shelter there. For everyone else, only seven to eight feet long mats of woven coconut fronds were available. There were twenty-one or twenty-two of us who put up a canvas against these mats and took shelter underneath. By the time we could make these arrangements, it started raining cats and dogs. The rains continued well into the night. Throughout the night all of us dozed inside the makeshift hut leaning on to and colliding with each other.

It rained heavily at Todanga in Baleswar district as well. Bhadrak was twelve miles from there. It was decided that Gandhiji would walk this stretch at one go and end the Odisha tour after staying for two days at Jivramji’s Ashram in Bhadrak. According to this plan, we left in the morning, rested for a bit once on the road and reached Bhadrak at midday.

In the second phase of the padayatra, Badama got smallpox. She died of the illness. My mother arrived at the Kabirpur halt from Cuttack. Gandhiji consoled her. Then, I didn’t show my feelings. It could be the influence of the prayers that detailed the characteristics of an equanimous person, or because of my shyness. Later my grandmother died during the padayatra led by Vinobaji; even at that time I showed such detached manner. If it were analyzed to find out whether this was due to my equanimity or lack of sensitivity, the latter would be true. Often I have thought of Badama and Ma and have missed them deeply. Now I think that not experiencing sorrow or happiness is not a sign of health. What is desirable is that a human being should not be overwhelmed by either sorrow or happiness and their intelligence should function properly under all circumstances. However, one’s sensibility must remain fresh. The current social climate numbs our sensibility. Therefore, we need ways to keep it fresh and sharp. Otherwise, a lack of sensitivity and lifelessness would pass itself off as equanimity. That’s what it seems like when one sees Vinobaji’s activities.

In Bihar a famine struck when the agitation for gramdan was on a whirlwind. Jayaprakashji took the lead of the relief work after forming a relief committee. Vinoba offered the opinion that there was no need to get into that work. That everyone should just keep on doing the foundational work of receiving the gift of villages. This didn’t agree with my sensibilities. I had argued with Vinobaji strongly. He had offered the view that humans do not die till their prarabdha gets over. Therefore, only those whose prarabdha got over would die, and those whose prarabdha did not get over would continue to live no matter what. Therefore, there was no need to think about them. This ideology of the prarabdha could neither be proved nor disproved. This is what’s called a circular argument. However, later, Vinoba had given his consent to create gramsabhas and conduct relief work under their banner.

That’s all past. Now, when for all practical purposes, dictatorship had been established in India, falsehood and violence reigned supreme, and hundreds of people were murdered in Bihar and elsewhere in the country, it’s strange for Vinobaji to not be worried even slightly and support the regime by remarking that it’s a “time for discipline”. Gandhiji would be worried about the sorrows and pains of even his adversaries. He would think about possible remedies for them. And now when beginning with Jayaprakash Narayan hundreds and thousands of close colleagues were arrested, civil rights of the whole country were withdrawn, all of this not touching him at all was not a sign of equanimity. It’s a sign of emotional blockage and spiritual paralysis.

During the padayatra, one morning Gandhiji walked leaning on to my shoulders to have a conversation with me. He asked me, “What are you doing now and what do you want to do in future?” I said, “I’m interested in studying astronomy and its related fields.” He said, “You could study along with undertaking some work like Khadi.” I said, “Yes.” Our conversation ended with this. The fact of the matter was that I didn’t have any clarity about what I wanted, or didn’t want, to do, at that point of time. In a way, I was participating in the freedom struggle. I had a broad understanding that I had to go forward in that direction. The aspiration for a new society had also arisen by coming in touch with socialist thoughts. In another direction, I deeply wanted to know about the mysteries of our strange world that science was unveiling.  Due to my reserved nature, I was not openly discussing any of this with anyone. Therefore, what more could I discuss with Gandhiji?

Note: This is a translation of a chapter from 'Kasturi Mruga Sama', the autobiography of Manmohan Choudhury (1915-2003). Choudhury was a freedom fighter and sarvodaya activist from Odisha who participated in almost all the popular socio-political movements of his times that happened in the state. He was also a noted writer of non-fiction in the Odia language who won major awards for his writing.

Wednesday, July 22, 2026

ବାଳ ବର୍ଗ ୧୩

ପାଲି ଧର୍ମପଦର ଓଡ଼ିଆ ପଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦ

ଅନୁବାଦକ - ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ


ବଜ୍ରଯୋଗିନୀ କେନ୍ଦ୍ରରେ ଥିବା ନରୋପା ପରମ୍ପରାର ବଉଧ ମଣ୍ଡଳ (୧୯ଶ ଶତାବ୍ଦୀ)
ଫଟୋ କ୍ରେଡ଼ିଟ୍ - ୱିକିମିଡିଆ କମନ୍ସ୍

ଓଡ଼ିଆ ପଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦ

ଅପଗଣ୍ଡଟିର ଅଛି ଯାବତୀୟ ଜ୍ଞାନ 
ଅନର୍ଥର ପାଇଁ ଅଟେ ସେସବୁ ଜନମ । 
ଏସବୁ ଜ୍ଞାନ ତାହାର କରି ଶିରପାତ
ସମସ୍ତ ଶୁଭ କର୍ମକୁ କରଇ ନିପାତ ।୧୩। 

ମୂଳ ପାଲି ପଦ

ୟାବଦେବ ଅନର୍ଥାୟ ଜ୍ଞପ୍ତଂ ବାଳସ୍ୟ ଜାୟତେ ।
ହନ୍ତି ବାଳସ୍ୟ ସୂତ୍କର୍ଷଂ ମୂର୍ଦ୍ଧାନମସ୍ୟ ବିପାତୟତ୍ ।୧୩।
ଯାବଦେବ ଅନତ୍ଥାୟାଞତ୍ତଂ ବାଳସ୍ସ ଜାୟତି ।
ହନ୍ତି ବାଳସ୍ୱ ସୁକ୍କଂସଂ ମୁଦ୍ଧମସ୍ୱ ବିପାତୟଂ ।୧୩।

ଅନୁବାଦକୀୟ ଟୀକା: ଏହି ଅଧମ ଅନୁବାଦକକୁ ପାଲି ଜଣା ନାହିଁ । ଏଣୁ ଏହି ପଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦଟି ପାଇଁ ତାହାର ମୂଳ ସହାୟ ହେଲା  ପ୍ରଫେସର ପ୍ରହ୍ଲାଦ ପ୍ରଧାନଙ୍କ ଦ୍ୱାରା ସମ୍ପାଦିତ 'ପାଲି ଧର୍ମପଦ' ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟି, ଯେଉଁଥିରେ ସେ ସଂସ୍କୃତ ରୂପାନ୍ତର ସହ ଓଡ଼ିଆ ଗଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦ କରିଯାଇଛନ୍ତି । ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟିର ପ୍ରଥମ ସଂସ୍କରଣ ୧୯୭୮ ମସିହାରେ ପ୍ରକାଶିତ । କିନ୍ତୁ ଏହି ଅନୁବାଦକ ୧୯୯୪ ମସିହାରେ କଟକସ୍ଥ ପ୍ରକାଶନ ସଂସ୍ଥା ଫ୍ରେଣ୍ଡ୍‌ସ୍‌ ପବ୍ଲିଶର୍ସ ଛାପିଥିବା ଦ୍ୱିତୀୟ ସଂସ୍କରଣଟି ବ୍ୟବହାର କରିଛି । ଏହା ଛଡ଼ା ଏହି ପଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦ କରିବା ପାଇଁ 'ଦି ସେକ୍ରେଡ଼୍ ବୁକ୍ସ୍ ଅଫ୍ ଦି ଇଷ୍ଟ୍' ସିରିଜ୍‌ରେ ମାକ୍ସ୍ ମ୍ୟୁଲର୍‌ଙ୍କ ଦ୍ୱାରା ସମ୍ପାଦିତ 'ଦି ଧମ୍ମପଦ' ଇଂରାଜି ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟିର ୨୦୧୩ ମସିହାରେ ରୁଟ୍‌ଲେଜ୍ ଛାପିଥିବା ସଂସ୍କରଣଟିର ମଧ୍ୟ ବ୍ୟବହାର କରାଯାଇଛି ।

Wednesday, July 15, 2026

For my third love 

Sailen Routray


Solitary tree in the Westrup Heath, Germany (2025)
Photo credit: commons.wikimedia.org/Dietmar Rabich

The fragrance of your hair
is smoother than the razor’s edge;
What shall I do with it?
Scrub it on my body,
or sell it to the highest bidder? 

Your body tastes better 
than the last tears of love;
what shall I do with the taste?
brush it on my lips
or seal it inside the failures of my heart?

The groove of your words is 
more treacherous than
November rains;
what shall I do with that groove?
Put it on my eyes?
Or spread it across the
deep crevices of your pains? 

Wednesday, July 8, 2026

ମାର୍କସ ଅରିଲସଙ୍କର 'ବିଚାରମାଳା'

ଦ୍ୱିତୀୟ କାଣ୍ଡ: ପଞ୍ଚମ ଓ ଷଷ୍ଠ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ଅନୁବାଦକ - ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ


ରୋମୀୟ ସ୍ଟୟିକ ଦାର୍ଶନିକ ସେନେକା
ଫଟୋ କ୍ରେଡ଼ିଟ - ୱିକିମିଡ଼ିଆ କମନ୍ସ୍

ପଞ୍ଚମ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ପ୍ରହର ପରେ ପ୍ରହର ଏହା ତୁମର ଧ୍ୟେୟ ହୋଇ ରହୁ - ଜଣେ ରୋମୀୟ ଭାବରେ ତଥା ଜଣେ ମନୁଷ୍ୟ ଭାବେ, ଯାହା ଉପସ୍ଥିତ ତାହାକୁ ମାନବିକ, ନ୍ୟାୟସଙ୍ଗତ ତଥା ସ୍ୱାଧୀନ ଭାବରେ ଉଚିତ ତଥା ପ୍ରାକୃତିକ ମର୍ଯ୍ୟାଦାର ସହ ସମ୍ପାଦିତ କରିବା । ଅନ୍ୟ କୌଣସି ବ୍ୟାପାରରୁ ନିଜର ମନକୁ ମୁକ୍ତ ରଖ । ଏହା ତୁମ୍ଭେ କରିବା ନିଶ୍ଚିତ ସମ୍ଭବ, ଯଦି ତୁମ୍ଭେ ନିଜର ସମସ୍ତ କାର୍ଯ୍ୟକୁ, ନିଜ ମନରୁ ସମସ୍ତ ବାଟବଣା ଚିନ୍ତା, ତର୍କର ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦେଶରୁ ଭାବନା-ଭିତ୍ତିକ ପଳାୟନ, ପ୍ରଦର୍ଶନର କାମନା, ଆତ୍ମ ପ୍ରଶସ୍ତି ତଥା ନିଜର ସ୍ଥିତାବସ୍ଥା ସହ ଅସନ୍ତୋଷ, ଆଦିକୁ, ଦୂରେଇ ଦେଇ, ଏପରି ଭାବରେ କରିପାରିବ, ଯେପରି ସେହି କାମଟି ତୁମ୍ଭର ଜୀବନର ଅନ୍ତିମ କାର୍ଯ୍ୟ । ଦେଖ, ମନୁଷ୍ୟକୁ କେତେ କମ ଜିନିଷ ଉପରେ ପ୍ରଭୁତ୍ୱ ବଜାୟ ରଖିବା ଆବଶ୍ୟକ, ଯାହା ଫଳରେ କି ତାହାର ଜୀବନ ହୋଇପାରିବ ନୀରବ ଓ ଦିବ୍ୟ: ତାହାକୁ କେବଳ ଏହି କେତୋଟି ଉପଦେଶକୁ ଆଚରଣରେ କରିବାକୁ ପଡ଼ିବ, ଏବଂ ଦେବତାମାନେ ତାହାଠାରୁ ଆଉ କିଛି ଅଧିକର ଅପେକ୍ଷା ରଖନ୍ତି ନାହିଁ ।

ଷଷ୍ଠ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ଯାଅ, ଯାଅ, ହେ ମୋର ଆତ୍ମନ୍ ! ନିଜକୁ ତିରଷ୍କୃତ ଓ ଅପମାନିତ କରିବା ନିମନ୍ତେ ! ହେଲେ ଆହୁରି ଅଳ୍ପ ସମୟ ମଧ୍ୟରେ ହିଁ ନିଜର ମହତ ରଖିବା ନିମନ୍ତେ ସମୟ ଅତିବାହିତ ହୋଇଯିବ । ମନୁଷ୍ୟର ଏକ ହିଁ ଜୀବନ, ତୁମର ଅନ୍ତ ଅତି ନିକଟରେ, ହେଲେ ତେବେ ମଧ୍ୟ ନିଜର ମହତ ପାଇଁ ତୁମ୍ଭେ ଲୋଚନ ଫେଡ଼ ନାହିଁ, କିନ୍ତୁ ନିଜର ଆନନ୍ଦକୁ ଅନ୍ୟମାନଙ୍କର ମନ ଓ ମତ ଉପରେ ନିର୍ଭରଶୀଳ କରି ରଖ । 

ଅନୁବାଦକୀୟ ଟୀକା: ଗ୍ରୀକ ଓ ବିଶ୍ୱ ଦର୍ଶନ କ୍ଷେତ୍ରରେ ପ୍ରାଚୀନ ରୋମର ଚିନ୍ତକ ୧୬ତମ ସମ୍ରାଟ ମାର୍କସ ଅରିଲସ (୧୨୧-୧୮୦ ଖ୍ରୀଷ୍ଟାବ୍ଦ) ଙ୍କର ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥ ମେଡିଟେସନସ ର ଏକ ଗୁରୁତ୍ୱପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ ସ୍ଥାନ ରହିଛି । ଷ୍ଟଇକ୍ ଦର୍ଶନ ପରମ୍ପରାର ଏକ କ୍ଲାସିକ୍ ଭାବରେ ଏହାକୁ ଗଣାଯାଏ । ପୃଥିବୀସାରା ଏବେ ଷ୍ଟଇକ୍ ଦର୍ଶନ ପରମ୍ପରାର ପୁନରୁତ୍ଥାନ ଘଟୁଅଛି । ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟିର ଅନୁବାଦଟି ମୂଳ ଗ୍ରୀକ ଭାଷାର ଦୁଇଟି ଭିନ୍ନ ଭିନ୍ନ ଇଂରାଜୀ ଭାଷାନ୍ତରର ସାହାଯ୍ୟ ନେଇ କରାଯାଇଅଛି ।

Wednesday, July 1, 2026

There are no places to get lost in anymore

Sailen Routray


Photographic art based on pastel chalks
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons/Dietmar Rabich


After getting drenched 
in the thin drizzle of your memories
there are no places to get lost in anymore.
In all the rooms,  
there are throngs of the ghosts of orchards.
On the streets
newly born desires 
are making a ruckus. 
The roofs are packed
with the carcasses of stars. 

What do I do?
Today I really want to get lost.
If I don't get lost 
it seems as if the Kuakhai 
would turn in its course 
and start flowing back,
vehicles would stop running
on the wrong side
on Bhubaneswar's streets, 
and 
you would get reminded of me.
Therefore, today, I have to get lost. 
But there are no places to get lost in anymore.

After I couldn't find you anymore
I too have tried hard to get lost.
I have been grating memories
on the evening's sharp edges
and pouring myself
into the thin hole of the night. 
I have been making myself up with the colours 
wrung from the skies of cities' dreams.
But all this has been without any use.

There is the desire to get lost,
so is the effort and the time.
But after you were lost,
there are no places to get lost in anymore.

Monday, June 22, 2026

ସ୍ୱାଧୀନତା ପୂର୍ବର କେନ୍ଦୁଝରଗଡ଼ରେ ହାଇସ୍କୁଲ ଶିକ୍ଷା

ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ 


କେନ୍ଦୁଝରଗଡ଼ ରାଜବାଟି
ଫଟୋ କ୍ରେଡ଼ିଟ୍ - ୱିକିମିଡିଆ କମନ୍ସ୍/ ଜଗନ୍ନାଥ ମହାପ୍ରଭୁ ୨୦୦୬


ଓଡ଼ିଆ ଭାଷା ସାହିତ୍ୟର ଅଧ୍ୟାପକ ଗଙ୍ଗାଧର ବଳଙ୍କର ହାଇସ୍କୁଲ ପାଠ ପଢ଼ା ଆରମ୍ଭ ହୁଏ କେନ୍ଦୁଝରର ଗିବ୍‌ସନ୍ ହାଇସ୍କୁଲରେ, ୧୯୪୨ ମସିହାର ଜାନୁଆରୀ ମାସରେ । ଏବେ ଅବଶ୍ୟ ଏହି ଉଚ୍ଚ ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟଟି ଗଡ଼ର ଭୁତପୂର୍ବ ରାଜା ଧନୁର୍ଜୟ ନାରାୟଣ ଭଞ୍ଜଙ୍କ ନାମାନୁସାରେ ନାମିତ । 

ହାଇସ୍କୁଲଟି ସାନ୍ତରାପୁର ଶାସନର ଦକ୍ଷିଣକୁ ବଡ଼ଦାଣ୍ଡ ସହ ଯୋଡ଼ୁଥିବା ମୂଖ୍ୟ ରାସ୍ତାର ପାଖରେ । ସ୍କୁଲର ପଶ୍ଚିମ ଦିଗରେ ଗଡ଼ର ଡାକ୍ତରଖାନା ଓ ତହିଁର ଚିକିତ୍ସକମାନଙ୍କର ଆବାସଗୁଡ଼ିକ । ଇସ୍କୁଲୁଟି ଗୋଟିଏ ବଡ଼ ଖୋଲାମେଲା ଜେଗାରେ ତିଆରି ହୋଇଥିଲା । ସ୍କୁଲ ପରିସର ଭିତରେ ଥିଲା ଗୋଟିଏ ସୁନ୍ଦର ଫୁଲ ବଗିଚା । ଉଦ୍ୟାମ ମଧ୍ୟରେ ଭ୍ରମଣ କରିବା ପାଇଁ ସିମେଣ୍ଟର ରାସ୍ତାଟିଏ ବି ନିର୍ମିତ ଥିଲା । 

ସ୍କୁଲ ପରିସରକୁ ପରିଷ୍କାର ପରିଚ୍ଛନ ରଖିବା ପାଇଁ ବିଶେଷ ଧ୍ୟାନ ଦିଆଯାଉଥିଲା । ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟଟିରେ ଦୁଇଟି ଛାତ୍ରାବାସ ଥିଲା, ଯାହା ସେବେ ‘ନ୍ୟୁ ହଷ୍ଟେଲ’ ଓ ‘ଓଲ୍‌ଡ଼୍ ହଷ୍ଟେଲ୍ ଭାବରେ’ ପରିଚିତ ଥିଲେ । ଗଙ୍ଗାଧର ଆସି ନ୍ୟୁ ହଷ୍ଟେଲରେ ରହିଲେ । 

ସେତେବେଳେ ସମୁଦାୟ କେନ୍ଦୁଝର ଗଡ଼ରେ ଗୋଟିଏ ବୋଲି ହାଇସ୍କୁଲ ଭାବରେ ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟଟିର ନାଁଡାକ ଥାଏ ।  ଆନନ୍ଦପୁରରେ ଥାଏ ଗୋଟିଏ ମଧ୍ୟ-ଇଂରାଜୀ ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟ । ତାହା ସହ ଦେଓଗାଁ ଓ ଚମ୍ପୁଆଠାରେ ଥାଏ ଦୋ'ଟି ମଧ୍ୟ-ଭର୍ଣ୍ଣାକୁଲାର ଇସ୍କୁଲ । ଏହା ଛଡ଼ା କେନ୍ଦୁଝର ରାଜ୍ୟ ସାରା ସେବେ ଥାଏ ହାତଗଣତି କେତୋଟି ନିମ୍ନ ପ୍ରାଥମିକ ଓ ଉଚ୍ଚ ପ୍ରାଥମିକ ସ୍କୁଲଟିମାନ ।  

ଯେଉଁ ଛାତ୍ରମାନେ ମଧ୍ୟ-ଭର୍ଣ୍ଣକୁଲାର ସ୍କୁଲରୁ ସପ୍ତମ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରୁ ଉତ୍ତୀର୍ଣ୍ଣ ହୋଇ ଆସୁଥିଲେ, ସେମାନେ ସିଧାସଳଖ ଅଷ୍ଟମ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରେ ଯୋଗ ଦେଇପାରୁ ନଥିଲେ । ସେମାନଙ୍କୁ ଆବଶ୍ୟକୀୟ ଇଂରାଜୀ ଶିଖିବା ପାଇଁ ଆଉ ଥରେ ସପ୍ତମ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରେ ବରଷେ କଟାଇବାକୁ ପଡ଼ୁଥିଲା । ଇଂରାଜୀରେ ଦକ୍ଷତା ଦେଖାଇଲେ ଯାଇ ସେମାନେ ଅଷ୍ଟମ ଶ୍ରେଣୀକୁ ଉଠୁଥିଲେ । 

କାରଣ ସେବେ ହାଇସ୍କୁଲରେ କେବଳ ସଂସ୍କୃତ ଭଳି ଭାଷାକୁ ଛାଡ଼ି ଦେଲେ ଗଣିତ, ଇତିହାସ ଆଦି ବାକି ସବୁ ବିଷୟ ଇଂରାଜୀରେ ପଢ଼ା ହେଉଥିଲା । ଅଷ୍ଟମ ଓ ନବମ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରେ ସଂସ୍କୃତ ପଢ଼ା ହେଉଥିଲା । ପ୍ରାୟ ପ୍ରତି ବର୍ଷ ପୁରସ୍କାର ବିତରଣୀ ସଭା ଅନୁଷ୍ଠିତ ହେଉଥିଲା । 

ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟରେ ନାମ ଲେଖାଇବାର କିଛି ସପ୍ତାହ ଭିତରେ ତ୍ରୈମାସିକ ପରୀକ୍ଷାରେ ପ୍ରଥମ ହେବାରୁ ସ୍କୁଲ କର୍ତ୍ତୃପକ୍ଷ ତାଙ୍କର ଦରମା ଛାଡ଼ କରିଦେଲେ । ମାସିକିଆ ତିନି ଟଙ୍କାର ବୃତ୍ତିର ବ୍ୟବସ୍ଥା ମଧ୍ୟ ତାଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ହେଲା । ଗଙ୍ଗାଧର ନିଜ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରେ ପ୍ରଥମ ହେଉଥିବାରୁ ଓ ଜଣେ ଶୃଙ୍ଖଳିତ ଚାଟ ଭାବରେ ନାଁ କରିଥିବାରୁ ସ୍କୁଲର ବାର୍ଷିକ ପୁରସ୍କାର ବିତରଣୀ ସଭାଗୁଡ଼ିକରେ ନାନା ପୁରସ୍କାର ଲାଭ କରୁଥିଲେ । ତାଙ୍କୁ ଏଥି ପାଇଁ ଭଲଭଲ ବହିସବୁ ପୁରସ୍କାର ଆକାରରେ ମିଳୁଥିଲା । ଦଶମ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରେ ପଢ଼ୁଥିବା ସମୟରେ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରଶେଖର ମହାପାତ୍ରଙ୍କର ‘ସାମନ୍ତ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରଶେଖର’ ଓ ‘ଛାତ୍ର ସହଚର’ ବହି ଦିଓଟି ଗଙ୍ଗାଧରଙ୍କ ଉପରେ ବହୁତ ଭଲ ପ୍ରଭାବ ପକାଇଲା ବୋଲି ସେ ନିଜ ଆତ୍ମଜୀବନୀରେ କୁହନ୍ତି ।

ଜଣେ ଭଲ ଛାତ୍ର ଭାବରେ ତାଙ୍କୁ ଦଶମ ପରଠାରୁ ନିଜ ତଳ ଶ୍ରେଣୀର ଛାତ୍ରମାନଙ୍କୁ ପଢ଼ାଇବାର ସୁଯୋଗ ମିଳିଲା । ସେବେ ଟିଉସନର ପ୍ରଚଳନ ସେତେ ବେଶି ନ ଥିଲା । ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟର ଶିକ୍ଷକମାନେ ଗୃହଶିକ୍ଷକ ଭାବରେ କାମ କରିବାକୁ ଅସମ୍ମାନଜନକ ବୋଲି ମଣୁଥିଲେ । ପିଲାମାନେ ପାଠପଢ଼ାରେ କିଛି ଅସୁବିଧା ନେଇ ଶିକ୍ଷକମାନଙ୍କ ପାଖରେ ପହଞ୍ଚିଲେ ସେମାନେ ସ୍ନେହଭରେ ସେସବୁ ଦିଗରେ ସାହାଯ୍ୟ କରୁଥିଲେ । ସେଥି ପାଇଁ କିଛି ପାଉଣା ଦେବାକୁ ହେଉ ନଥିଲା । କେହି କେହି ଗରିବ ପିଲା କଦବା କ୍ୱଚିତ ଚିଉସନ କରୁଥିଲେ । 

ଏକାଦଶ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରେ ପଢ଼ିଲା ବେଳେ ଗଙ୍ଗାଧରଙ୍କର ଅଜା ଚାଲିଗଲେ । ତାହାର କିଛି ବର୍ଷ ପୂର୍ବରୁ ଆଈ ମଧ୍ୟ ଆରପାରିକୁ ଚାଲିଯାଇଥିଲେ । ମାମୁଁ ଘରେ ରହି ପାଠପଢ଼ୁଥିବା ମାତୃହୀନ ଗଙ୍ଗାଧରଙ୍କର ପାଇଁ ଅଜାଙ୍କର ବିୟୋଗ ଥିଲା ଏକ ବଡ଼ ଧକ୍କା । ହେଲେ ଆଗକୁ ପଢ଼ିବାକୁ ହେଲେ ମେଟ୍ରିକ୍ ପରୀକ୍ଷାର ଘାଟି ଯେ ଟପିବାକୁ ପଡ଼ିବ, ସେ କଥା ଭାବି ସେ ନିଜ ଛାତିକୁ ପଥର କରି କଠିନ ପରିଶ୍ରମ କରିବାକୁ ଲାଗିଲେ ।ସେତେବେଳକୁ ଉତ୍କଳ ବିଶ୍ୱବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟ ଆରମ୍ଭ ହୋଇ ଓଡ଼ିଆ ଭାଷାଭାଷୀ ଅଞ୍ଚଳର ହାଇସ୍କୁଲମାନ ତାହା ସହିତ ଅନୁବନ୍ଧିତ ହୋଇସାରି ଥାଆନ୍ତି । 

ଯଦିଓ ଓଡ଼ିଆ ମାଧ୍ୟମରେ ପରୀକ୍ଷା ଦେବାକୁ ଥିଲା, ଗଙ୍ଗାଧର କିନ୍ତୁ  ଇଂରାଜୀ ଭାଷାରେ ଲିଖିତ ହଲ୍ ଆଣ୍ଡ୍ ନାଇଟ୍‌ସ୍, କେ.ପି ବସୁ ଓ ଜେ.ସି. ଚକ୍ରବର୍ତ୍ତୀ ଆଦିଙ୍କର ଗଣିତ ବହି ତଥା ଡଡ୍‌ଲି ଷ୍ଟାମ୍ପ୍‌ଙ୍କର ଭୂଗୋଳ ବହି ଆଦି ପଢ଼ି ମେଟ୍ରିକ ପରୀକ୍ଷା ପାଇଁ ପ୍ରସ୍ତୁତ ହେଲେ । ୧୯୪୫ ସାଲର ମାର୍ଚ୍ଚ ମାସରେ ପରୀକ୍ଷା ହେଲା । କଟକ ଟ୍ରେନିଂ ମହାବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟର ମହେଶଚନ୍ଦ୍ର ପ୍ରଧାନ ପରୀକ୍ଷା କେନ୍ଦ୍ରର ତତ୍ତ୍ୱାବଧାରକ ହୋଇ ଆସିଥିଲେ ସେହି ବରଷ । କିଛି ମାସ ପରେ ସମାଜ ଖବରକାଗଜର ପୃଷ୍ଠାରେ ଫଳ ବାହାରିଲା । ଗଙ୍ଗାଧର ହୋଇଥିଲେ କେନ୍ଦୁଝର ରାଜ୍ୟରେ ପ୍ରଥମ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରେ ପ୍ରଥମ ।  

ବି.ଦ୍ର.: ଏହି ଲେଖାଟି ପାଇଁ ଆବଶ୍ୟକୀୟ ଉପାଦାନ ଗଙ୍ଗାଧର ବଳଙ୍କ ଆତ୍ମଜୀବନୀ ‘ଶିକ୍ଷାବିତ୍‌ର ଆତ୍ମଲିପି’ରୁ ସଙ୍ଗୃହିତ । ବହିଟିର ପ୍ରଥମ  ସଂସ୍କରଣ ୨୦୧୦ ମସିହାର ଫେବୃଆରୀ ମାସରେ କଟକସ୍ଥ ପ୍ରକାଶକ ବିଜୟିନୀ ପବ୍ଲିକେଶନ ଛାପିଥିଲେ । ଏହି ପ୍ରବନ୍ଧଟି ପ୍ରଥମେ ପାକ୍ଷିକ ପତ୍ରିକା 'ସମଦୃଷ୍ଟି'ରେ ପ୍ରକାଶିତ ହୋଇଥିଲା ।

Monday, June 15, 2026

No, I have not arrived

Sailen Routray


 'The arrival of the leave train' (1918)
Oil painting by Bernard Meninsky (1891–1950)
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons

The other day, in passing, perhaps in good faith, you mentioned to another in front me, that "He has arrived." Or were you perhaps being sarcastic? 

But, no. I have not arrived. 

I am still in the train. The train rattles, shakes, but moves, albeit slowly. It is built of the teachings of my master. Rather of whatever I make of his teachings. For his teachings are correct, beneficial and robust, like that of any other master. So, I am abroad, on this train, which is made up of my master's words. 

My master is a robber. He has robbed me of vain curiousity, the need to know how the world works so that I can change the world. He has snatched away the veils I used to hide my true desires from myself. I now must look within and see what is there. And there is so much to change within. Everything that needs to be changed, accepted, lived with, and transcended, is within.

My master is a magician. He has revealed the tricks of the world and how it fools me to keep me entangled with it. How it promises pleasure but delivers pain. How it really has nothing up its sleeves.
 
My master is also a doctor. He heals souls, he heals bodies, he heals minds. He heals men, he heals women, he heals the poor, he heals the rich, he heals the whites, he heals the browns. He heals wounds, he heals vanities, he heals delusions. 

My master has also pulled into the train other folk like me, people with sorrow,  people with pain, people with delusions. Now they give me company, even when they are silent, especially so when they are silent. 

My journey, our journey, has a destination, for now. I have not chosen the terminus of this railway line. My master has. And when I reach there I may have to leave on another journey in another train built with his words.  

On this journey, I also see other people passing in other trains built with the teachings of other masters. On seeing them my heart gladdens, that they are also safe, that they are also protected. That one day their sorrow will end.

But, no. I have not arrived. 

I will perhaps never arrive. But I am glad where I am going. I am glad to be on this train. I am glad to be on this journey. And I am glad about this point of my journey. 

For each point of this journey is an arrival. 

But, no. I have not arrived. 

I am arriving, each moment, at a new station. And at each station I meet a new me. And when I meet this new me, I can only hug him and cry. Not with pain. But with love.   

Monday, June 8, 2026

ମାର୍କସ ଅରିଲସଙ୍କର 'ବିଚାରମାଳା'

ଦ୍ୱିତୀୟ କାଣ୍ଡ: ତୃତୀୟ ଓ ଚତୁର୍ଥ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ଅନୁବାଦକ - ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ


ଷ୍ଟଇକ ଦାର୍ଶନିକ ଜିନୋଙ୍କର ମୂର୍ତ୍ତି
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ତୃତୀୟ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ଯାହା ଦିବ୍ୟ, ତାହା ବିଧିନିର୍ଦ୍ଦିଷ୍ଟ । ପ୍ରକୃତିରେ, ଅର୍ଥାତ ଦଇବର ଅଧ୍ୟାଦେଶର ଗୂଢ଼ ବୁଣାଟରେ, ନିର୍ଘାତ ସଞ୍ଜୋଗଗୁଡ଼ିକର ମଧ୍ୟ ସ୍ଥାନ ଅଛି । ଦଇବ ହିଁ ସମସ୍ତ ପଦାର୍ଥର ପ୍ରବାହର ଉତ୍ସ । ଏହା ସହିତ ଆବଶ୍ୟକତା ତଥା ବ୍ରହାଣ୍ଡର ମଙ୍ଗଳ ଜଡ଼ିତ । ତୁମ୍ଭେ ନିଜେ ଏହି ଅଖିଳ ବିଶ୍ୱର ଅଂଶ । ଯାହା ସମଷ୍ଟିର ଧର୍ମ ଓ ଯାହା ତାହାକୁ ରକ୍ଷା କରେ, ତାହା ସମସ୍ତ ପ୍ରକାରର ବ୍ୟଷ୍ଟି ପାଇଁ ମଧ୍ୟ ମଙ୍ଗଳଦାୟକ । ସମସ୍ତ ବ୍ରହ୍ମାଣ୍ଡ ପରିବର୍ତ୍ତନ ଦ୍ୱାରା ହିଁ ରକ୍ଷିତ, ସେହି ବଦଳ ମୂଳଭୁତ ପଦାର୍ଥରେ ହେଉ, କିମ୍ବା ସେମାନେ ଗଢ଼ୁଥିବା ବୃହତ୍ତର ସଂରଚନାରେ ହେଉ । ଏହି ଅବଧାରଣାକୁ ତୁମ୍ଭେ ଦୃଢ଼ତାର ସହ ଧରି ରଖ, ଏହା ହିଁ ତୁମ୍ଭର ସିଦ୍ଧାନ୍ତ ହେଉ । ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥମାନଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ନିଜର ତୃଷ୍ଣା ତୁମ୍ଭେ ପରିହାର କର । ତାହା ହେଲେ ତୁମ୍ଭର ମୃତ୍ୟ ସମୟରେ କୌଣସି ତିକ୍ତତା ଅବଶେଷ ରହିବ ନାହିଁ । ଓ ତୁମ୍ଭେ ମରଣକୁ ହୃଦୟରେ ଦେବତାମାନଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ନିରୁତା କୃତଜ୍ଞତାର ସହ ସୁଶୋଭନ ଭାବରେ ଭେଟି ପାରିବ । 

ଚତୁର୍ଥ ଅଧ୍ୟାୟ

ନିଜର ଦୀର୍ଘସୂତ୍ରିତାର ନାନାଦି ବର୍ଷ, ତଥା ଦେବତାମାନେ କିପରି ତୁମ୍ଭ ଉପରେ ଯୁଗ ପରେ ଯୁଗ କୃପା କରିଚାଲିଛନ୍ତି, ଯାହାର ତୁମ୍ଭେ କେବେ ବିନିଯୋଗ କରିନାହଁ, ତାହାର  ସ୍ମରଣ କର । ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନ ଏହି ସମୟ ଉପସ୍ଥିତ ଯେ ତୁମ୍ଭେ ଯେଉଁ ବ୍ରହ୍ମାଣ୍ଡର ଅଂଶ, ସେହି ବିଶ୍ୱର ସତ୍ତ୍ୱ ଓ ତୁମେ ଯେଉଁ ନିୟନ୍ତ୍ରଣକାରୀ ଶକ୍ତିର ସନ୍ତାନ, ତାହାଙ୍କୁ ଅନୁଭବ କର । ଏକଥା ମଧ୍ୟ ଅନୁଭର କର ଯେ, ତୁମ୍ଭର ସମୟ ସୀମିତ । ଏହାକୁ, ଏଣୁ, ନିଜର ମୁକ୍ତି ପାଇଁ ବ୍ୟବହାର ନ କଲେ ଏହି କାଳ ଅତିବାହିତ ହେବ, କେବେ ଲେଉଟିବ ନାହିଁ ।

ଅନୁବାଦକୀୟ ଟୀକା: ଗ୍ରୀକ ଓ ବିଶ୍ୱ ଦର୍ଶନ କ୍ଷେତ୍ରରେ ପ୍ରାଚୀନ ରୋମର ଚିନ୍ତକ ୧୬ତମ ସମ୍ରାଟ ମାର୍କସ ଅରିଲସ (୧୨୧-୧୮୦ ଖ୍ରୀଷ୍ଟାବ୍ଦ) ଙ୍କର ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥ ମେଡିଟେସନସ ର ଏକ ଗୁରୁତ୍ୱପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ ସ୍ଥାନ ରହିଛି । ଷ୍ଟଇକ୍ ଦର୍ଶନ ପରମ୍ପରାର ଏକ କ୍ଲାସିକ୍ ଭାବରେ ଏହାକୁ ଗଣାଯାଏ । ପୃଥିବୀସାରା ଏବେ ଷ୍ଟଇକ୍ ଦର୍ଶନ ପରମ୍ପରାର ପୁନରୁତ୍ଥାନ ଘଟୁଅଛି । ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟିର ଅନୁବାଦଟି ମୂଳ ଗ୍ରୀକ ଭାଷାର ଦୁଇଟି ଭିନ୍ନ ଭିନ୍ନ ଇଂରାଜୀ ଭାଷାନ୍ତରର ସାହାଯ୍ୟ ନେଇ କରାଯାଇଅଛି ।

Monday, June 1, 2026

The Butterfly

Sailen Routray


Painting 'Chasing Butterflies' (2015)
Oil on canvas, by Todd Williamson (1964-present)
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons/Todd Williamson

The butterfly gets startled.
But it does not swing on the flowers.
Nor does it skim the waters.

Is this all that is there to the story?
Or is there something more?

This field of flowers
stretches from the gates of my dreams
to the horizons of your sleeplessness.

Therefore,
the flowering plant does not die. 
But the butterfly?
It gets startled.

Friday, May 22, 2026

କଟକରେ ଘର

ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ


କଟକସ୍ଥ ଜାମା ମସଜିଦ୍ (୧୮୧୫)
ଫଟୋ କ୍ରେଡ଼଼ିଟ୍ - ୱିକିମିଡିଆ କମନ୍ସ୍

ଯୁଦ୍ଧର ଆସନ୍ନ ବାଦଲରେ କଳା ୧୯୭୧ ମସିହାର ସୁଦଶାବ୍ରତର ଦିନ । କଟକରେ ଦୈନିକ ଖବରକାଗଜ ‘ସମାଜ’ର ସମ୍ପାଦକୀୟ ବିଭାଗରେ କାମ କରୁଥିବା ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ପଟ୍ଟନାୟକଙ୍କ ବସା ଘରେ ତାଙ୍କ ସ୍ତ୍ରୀ ଓ ଭାଇବୋହୁ ବ୍ରତ ପାଳୁଥାଆନ୍ତି । ଓଡ଼ିଶାର ସବୁ ଖବରକାଗଜ ଭଳି ସମାଜ ବି ସେତେବେଳେ ଅପରାହ୍ଣରେ ବାହାରୁଥାଏ । ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ବାବୁ ଅଫିସିରେ ସକାଳ ଓଳିର କାମ ସାରି, ଦିନ ଦି’ଟାରେ ଘରକୁ ଫେରି, ଭାତ ଗଣ୍ଡିଏ ଧରି ଖାଇ ବସିଥାଆନ୍ତି ଯେ, ହତାର ପାଚେରି ସେପାଖରୁ ଶୁଣାଗଲା, ତାଙ୍କର ଘନିଷ୍ଠ ବନ୍ଧୁ ମ୍ୟୁନିସିପାଲିଟି ଟିକସ କଲେକ୍ଟର ୟୁସୁଫ୍ ବାବୁଙ୍କ ପାଟି । ସେ ତାଙ୍କର ଆଉ ଜଣେ ଜଣାଶୁଣା ଲୋକଙ୍କୁ ଧରି ଆସିଥାଆନ୍ତି ।

ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ବାବୁଙ୍କ ଖିଆ ସରି ଆସୁଥାଏ । ହାତ ମୁହଁ ତରବରରେ ଆଞ୍ଚେଇ ଦେଇ ସେ ବନ୍ଧୁଙ୍କୁ ଶଙ୍ଖୋଳିବାକୁ ବାହାରିଗଲେ । ଯାଇଁ ଦେଖ‌ିଲେ ତୃତୀୟ ଜଣକ ହେଉଛନ୍ତି ଜଣେ ଭଦ୍ରଲୋକ, ନାଁ ବିନୟ ଶଙ୍କର ରାୟ, ଘର ମକରବା ସାହି । କିଛି ଦିନ ଆଗରୁ ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ୟୁସୁଫ୍‌ଙ୍କୁ କଟକରେ ନିଜ ପାଇଁ ଜାଗା ଖଣ୍ଡେ ଯୋଗାଡ଼ କରିବା ବିଷୟରେ କହିଥା’ନ୍ତି । ସେତେବେଳକୁ କଟକକୁ ଆସି ପ୍ରଥମେ ଦୈନିକ ସମ୍ବାଦପତ୍ର ‘ଗଣତନ୍ତ୍ର’ ଓ ତାହା ପରେ ‘ସମାଜ’ରେ ସାମ୍ବାଦିକତାର ବୃତ୍ତି ଆଦରି ନେବାର ଦଶ ବର୍ଷ ହୋଇଗଲାଣି । 

ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ୧୯୬୧ ମସିହାରେ ସରକାରୀ ଚାକିରୀ ଛାଡ଼ି ସାମ୍ବାଦିକ ବନିଲେ । ତାହା ପରଠାରୁ ଭ୍ରାମ୍ୟମାଣ ଜୀବନକୁ ଛାଡ଼ି କଟକକୁ ଆରେଇ କରି ବସା ବାନ୍ଧିଲେ । ୧୯୬୦ ମସିହାରେ ଛତ୍ରପୁରରେ ସାମାଜିକ ଶିକ୍ଷା ସଙ୍ଗଠକ ଭାବେ ଓଡ଼ିଶା ସରକାରଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ କାମ କରୁଥିବା ସମୟରେ, ଇତିହାସରେ ଏମ୍.ଏ. ଦେବହୁତୀ ବକ୍ସିଙ୍କ ସହ ତାଙ୍କର ବାହାଘର ହୋଇ ସାରିଥିଲା । କଟକ ଆସିଲା ପରେ ପ୍ରଫ‌ୁଲ୍ଲ ସମାଜରେ କାମ କଲେ ଆଉ ଦେବହୁତୀ ବରିନେଲେ କେମ୍ବ୍ରିଜ୍ ସ୍କୁଲରେ ଶିକ୍ଷୟତ୍ରୀର ଜୀବନ । ୧୯୬୫ରେ ଝ‌ିଅ ସସ୍ମିତା ଓ ୧୯୬୯ରେ ପୁଅ ସୌମିତ୍ର ଙ୍କର ଜନ୍ମ ହେଲା । 

ଅର୍ଥାତ୍, ସତୁରୀ ଦଶକର ଆରମ୍ଭ ବେଳକୁ ଗଞ୍ଜାମ ଜିଲ୍ଲାର ଭଞ୍ଜନଗର ଅଞ୍ଚଳର ଗୋବରା ଗ୍ରାମରେ ୧୯୩୩ ମସିହାରେ ଜନ୍ମିତ ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲଙ୍କର, ତଥା ତାଙ୍କ ପରିବାରର, କଟକରେ ଚେର ବହୁତ ଭଲ ଭାବରେ ଲାଗିଯାଇଥାଏ । ହେଲେ ସେମାନେ ଅନ୍ୟ ଅନେକ ନୂଆ କଟକିଆଙ୍କ ଭଳି ରହୁଥା’ନ୍ତି ଭଡ଼ାରେ ନିଆଯାଇଥିବା ବସା ଘରେ । ତାଙ୍କ ବାପା, ଗଞ୍ଜାମର ଗାନ୍ଧୀ ଭାବରେ ପରିଚିତ ସ୍ୱାଧୀନତା ସଙ୍ଗ୍ରାମୀ ବାଞ୍ଛାନିଧି ପଟ୍ଟନାୟକ, ଗୋବରା ଗାଁ’ ଓ ଭଞ୍ଜନଗର ଟାଉନରେ ପୈତୃକ ଘରବାଡ଼ି ବିକିରି କରିଦେଇଥା’ନ୍ତି । ଏଣୁ ପିଲାମାନେ ବଡ଼ ହୋଇସାରିଲା ବେଳକୁ, ଚାକିରୀବାକିରି ସଇଲା ପରେ, ଗଞ୍ଜାମକୁ ଘରବାହୁଡ଼ାର ସମ୍ଭାବନା ମଧ୍ୟ ଥିଲା କ୍ଷୀଣ । 

ଏଣୁ ନିଷ୍ପତ୍ତି ନିଆଗଲା, କଟକରେ ଜାଗା ଖଣ୍ଡିଏ କିଣି ଘର ତିଆରି କରାଯିବ । ହେଲେ ଦଇବ ବ୍ୟତିରେକ ଘର, ଜମି କିଣା ଓ ଘରତିଆରିର ଅସଲ ମଞ୍ଜ କଥାଟି ହେଲା, ଠନ୍‌ଠନାଠନ୍ ରୁପିଆ, ମାନେ ଟଙ୍କା । ଷାଠିଏ ଦଶକର ସାମ୍ବାଦିକ ଚାକିରିର ଦରମାରେ ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ କିଛି ବି ଅର୍ଥ ସଞ୍ଚୟ କରିପାରିନଥିଲେ । ସ୍ତ୍ରୀ ଦେବହୁତୀ ନିଜ ବୁଦ୍ଧିରେ ଶିକ୍ଷୟତ୍ରୀର ଦରମାରେ ବି ସେତେବେଳକୁ ତିନି ହଜାର ଟଙ୍କା ଡାକଘରେ ଜମା କରିସାରିଥିଲେ । ପାଠକେ ଅବଧାନ କରିବା ହେବେ କି, ୧୯୭୧ ମସିହାରେ ସୁନା ଭରିକର ଦାମ ୧୯୦ଟଙ୍କା ପାଖାପାଖି ଥିଲା । ଅର୍ଥାତ୍ ତିନି ହଜାର ଟଙ୍କାକୁ ଧରି ଘର ତୋଳିବାଟା ଦିବାସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ହେଲେ ବି, ସେହି ପରିମାଣର ଅର୍ଥ ଜାଗା ଖଣ୍ଡିଏ କିଣିବା ପାଇଁ କିଛି ଅଳପ ନଥିଲା ।

ଏଣୁ ଜାଗା ଖୋଜା ଚାଲିଥାଏ । ହେଲେ ଦୁଇଟି ସ୍ଥାନରେ ଠିକଣା ହୋଇ, ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ଅଗ୍ରୀମ ଦେଇସାରି ମଧ୍ୟ, ଶେଷ ସମୟରେ ପରିସ୍ଥ‌ିତିର ଦାୟରେ କଥାବାର୍ତ୍ତା ଓଲଟି ପଡ଼ି ଅର୍ଥ ଫେରସ୍ତ ଆଣିଲେ । ଶେଷକୁ ବକ୍ସିବଜାରର ନୂଆମାର୍କେଟରେ ବସୁଥିବା ଆଠଗଡ଼ ଅଞ୍ଚଳରୁ ଆସୁଥିବା ଜଣେ ଜ୍ୟୋତିଷଙ୍କର ପରାମର୍ଶ ନିଆଗଲା । ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲଙ୍କର ବସ୍ ସମାଜର ସମ୍ପାଦକ ରାଧାନାଥ ରଥଙ୍କର ପଣ୍ଡିତଜଣଙ୍କ ଥିଲେ ପ୍ରିୟପାତ୍ର । 

ସମସ୍ୟା ଶୁଣିବା ପରେ ଜ୍ୟୋତିଷ ତାଙ୍କୁ ଗୋଟିଏ ପୁଷ୍ପ, ଏକ ସଙ୍ଖ୍ୟା ଓ ଜଣେ ଦିଅଁଙ୍କ ନାମ କହିବା ପାଇଁ କହିଲେ । ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ବାବୁଙ୍କ ଉତ୍ତର ପାଇଲା ପରେ, କାଗଜରେ କଲମ ଚାଳନା କରି ସେ କହିଲେ କି, ଜମିଜମା ମାମଲାରେ ପରିବାରଟିର ଭାଗ୍ୟରବି ଖିୁବ୍ ଜଲଦି ଉଦୟ ହେବାକୁ ଯାଉଚି; କଟକର ଠିକ୍ ମଝାମଝି ଜମି ତ ମିଳିବ, ତାହା ସହିତ ଘର ଖଣ୍ଡିଏ ବି ସଞ୍ଜୁକ୍ତ ଥିବାର ଦଇବଯୋଗ ଅଛି । ଏଇ କଥାକୁ ତାଙ୍କ ପରିବାରରେ କେହି ମଧ୍ୟ ପରତେ ଗଲେ ନାହିଁ । ସଭିଏଁ ମନ କଥା ମନରେ ମାରି ରହିଲେ । 

ଏହି ଭଳି ପରିବେଶରେ ସୁଦଶା ବ୍ରତ ଦିନ ଆସି ପହଞ୍ଚିଲେ ୟୁସୁଫ୍ ବାବୁ ଓ ତାଙ୍କ ସହିତ ବିନୟ ଶଙ୍କର ରାୟ । ବିନୟ ବାବୁଙ୍କର ମକରବା ସାହିରେ ଥାଏ ଆମ୍ବ, ନାରିକେଳ ଓ କଇଁଥ ଆଦି ବୃକ୍ଷ ସୁଶୋଭିତ ଏକ ଜମିରେ, ଗୋଟେ କ୍ଷୁଦ୍ର ଜଳାଶୟ ସଂଲଗ୍ନ ଆଜବେଷ୍ଟସ ଛାତ ଥିବା, ଦୁଇ ବଖୁରିଆ ଘରଟିଏ । ସେ ନିଜ କନ୍ୟା ଓ ଜାମାତାଙ୍କୁ ବିଦେଶ ପଠାଇବା ପାଇଁ ତୁରନ୍ତ କିଛି ଅର୍ଥ ଆବଶ୍ୟକ କରୁଥା’ନ୍ତି । ସେଥି ନିମନ୍ତେ ଚାଲିଥାଏ ମକରବା ପଡ଼ାସ୍ଥ ଜମି ଓ ଘର ବିକ୍ରି କରିବାର ଉପକ୍ରମ । କଥାବାର୍ତ୍ତା ଛିଡ଼ିଲା ଏଗାର ହଜାର ଟଙ୍କାରେ । ତିନି ହଜାର ଟଙ୍କା ଅଗ୍ରୀମ । ବାକି ଟଙ୍କା ରେଜେଷ୍ଟ୍ରି ସମୟରେ, ମାସକ ପରେ, ଦିଆଯିବାର କଥା ହୋଇ ଲେଖାପଢ଼ା ହେଲା । 

ହେଲେ ଘରମାଲିକ ଅଗ୍ରୀମ ନେବାର ଦୁଇ ଦିନ ପରେ ଆଉ ହଜାରେ ଟଙ୍କା ମାଗିଲେ । ସେହି ଅର୍ଥକୁ ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ବାବୁ ଦେବହୁତୀଙ୍କର ବାପାଙ୍କ ଠାରୁ ଧାର ଆଣି ଦେଲେ । ବିଲେଇ କପାଳକୁ ଶିକା ଛିଡ଼ିଲା ପରି ଏହି ଘଟଣାର ମାତ୍ର ସାତ ଦିନ ପରେ, ତାଙ୍କ ଶଶୁରଙ୍କୁ ଭୁବନେଶ୍ୱରରେ ଘର ତିଆରି କରିବା ପାଇଁ ସାତ ହଜାର ଟଙ୍କା ୠଣ ମିଳିଲା । ଏହି ଟଙ୍କାକୁ ଧାର ନେଇ, ବିନୟ ବାବୁଙ୍କୁ ବାକି ଚୁକ୍ତି ଅର୍ଥ ଦେଇ, ଜମି ବିକ୍ରି ପଞ୍ଜିକରଣ ପାଇଁ ଦରକାରି ଅର୍ଥ ଯୋଗାଡ଼ କରି, ଯଥାଶୀଘ୍ର ଜମି ଓ ଘର ନିଜ ନାମରେ ରେଜେଷ୍ଟ୍ରି କରିଦିଆଗଲା । 

ଯେଉଁ ଦିନ ଗୃହପ୍ରବେଶ ପୂଜା କରି ତାଙ୍କ ପରିବାର ଘରେ ପଶିଲେ, ସେହି ରାତିରେ ଏକ ପ୍ରବଳ ବାତ୍ୟା ହେଲା । ବାଡ଼ିର ଗୋଟିଏ ବଡ଼ ଆମ୍ବ ଓ କଇଁଥ ଗଛ ଉପୁଡ଼ି ପଡ଼ିଲା । ହେଲେ ଘରର କି ପରିବାରର ଲୋକଙ୍କର କିଛି କ୍ଷତି ହେଲା ନାହିଁ । ବାତ୍ୟାରୁ ଉବୁରି ସେହି ଜମିରେ ବାଇଗଣ, ପାତାଲ୍‌ଘଁଟା, ଶିମ୍ବ ଓ କାକୁଡ଼ି ଆଦି ପନିପରିବାର ଚାଷ ଆରମ୍ଭ ହେଲା, ନୂଆ ରୋଷେଇ ଘରେ ବ୍ୟବହାର ପାଇଁ । ବଢ଼ୁଥିବା ପିଲାଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ଘରଟି ଛୋଟ ପଡ଼ିବାରୁ ଘର ଚାରିପଟେ ଥିବା ଜାଗାରେ ଆଉ ଗୋଟିଏ ଘର ତିଆରି କରିବାର ଚେଷ୍ଟା ଆରମ୍ଭ ହେଲା । ଏଥିରେ ସହାୟ ହେଲେ ସ୍ତ୍ରୀଙ୍କ ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟରେ କାର୍ଯ୍ୟରତ ରାଜମିସ୍ତ୍ରୀ ରତନା । 

ନଗରପାଳିକା ଓ କଟକ ବିକାଶ ପ୍ରାଧିକରଣ (ସିଡିଏ) ଙ୍କ ଠାରୁ ଯୋଜନା ମଞ୍ଜୁର କରାଗଲା । ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ଓ ଦେବହୁତୀଙ୍କ ଦରମାରୁ ଧିରେଧିରେ ଅର୍ଥ ସଞ୍ଚୟ କରି ସେଥିରେ ଚାରିବଖୁରିଆ, ପକ୍କା, ଶୂନ ଛାତର ନୂଆ ଘରଟିଏ ତିଆରି ହେଲା । ୧୯୮୧ ମସିହାରେ ଗୃହନିର୍ମାଣ ସରିଲା । ଛୋଟ ପରିବାରଟି ବଡ଼ ଘରଟିକୁ ଉଠି ଯାଇ, ପୁରୁଣା ତଥା ଛୋଟିଆ ବସାଟି ଭଡ଼ା ଲଗାଇଦେଲେ । ଯାହା ଦିନେ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ପରି ଲାଗୁଥିଲା, ତାହା ଏବେ ସତ ହେଲା ।

ବି. ଦ୍ର. - ଏହି ଲେଖାଟିର ଉପାଦାନ ୨୦୧୫ ମସିହାରେ ପ୍ରକାଶିତ ସାମ୍ବାଦିକ ଓ ଲେଖକ ପ୍ରଫୁଲ୍ଲ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ର ପଟ୍ଟନାୟକଙ୍କର ଆତ୍ମଜୀବନୀ ‘ଏଇ ମୋ ଜୀବନ’ରୁ ନିଆଯାଇଚି । ବହିଟିର ପ୍ରକାଶକ ହେଲେ ଭୁବନେଶ୍ୱରସ୍ଥ ସଂସ୍ଥା ବିଶ୍ୱମୁକ୍ତି । ବହିଟିର ପ୍ରଚ୍ଛଦପଟ ଆଙ୍କିଛନ୍ତି ଓ ମୁଖବନ୍ଧ ଲେଖିଚନ୍ତି ଦିନନାଥ ପାଠୀ । ବହିଟିର ପ୍ରାକ୍‌କଥନରେ ଲେଖକ ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟିର ମୁଦ୍ରଣ ଖର୍ଚ୍ଚ ତୁଲାଇଥିବାରୁ ନିଜର ପୁତ୍ର ସୌମିତ୍ର ପଟ୍ଟନାୟକଙ୍କୁ ଧନ୍ୟବାଦ ଅର୍ପଣ କରିଚନ୍ତି । ଏହି କୁନି ପ୍ରବନ୍ଧଟି ପ୍ରଥମେ ପାକ୍ଷିକ ପତ୍ରିକା 'ସମଦୃଷ୍ଟି'ରେ ପ୍ରକାଶିତ ହୋଇଥିଲା । 

Friday, May 15, 2026

The Sky

Sailen Routray


Paining titled: 'Composition VIII (The Cow)'
Painter: Theo van Doesburg (1883–1931) 
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons

I keep on climbing 
step upon step upon step
on the ladder. 
No matter how much I climb
the sky lies far far above.

But did I at all want
to climb the ladder?
My desire 
was to touch the sky.
If nothing else,
then to reach so close to the sky
that I could stare at its eyes
and see my own reflection
in its pupils.

But that couldn't happen.

I thought I would 
climb down from the ladder
and digging a tunnel in the earth
would get out at its other end
and look for the magician 
who would put me on a rope
and send me up 
to the house of the sky. 

But when I take a few steps down
I find I do not have the strength 
to reach the ground. 
And for sure, I do not have 
the years left that are needed
to come down and touch the earth. 

The ladder is crowded. 
On the ladder, at its bottom, 
and underneath it,
there are people thronging. 

I sit down on a step
and try to catch my breath.
I hold the hands of the people
who sit besides me;
on both the sides. 
I am afraid
I might fall down.

When I close my eyes
and look at myself
then I see on my own forehead
a vast sky. 

Note: An Odia version of this poem was first published in the weekly Sunday literature page of the Odia newspaper 'The Prameya'.  

Friday, May 8, 2026

ବାଳ ବର୍ଗ ୧୨

ପାଲି 'ଧର୍ମପଦ'ର ଓଡ଼ିଆ ପଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦ

ଅନୁବାଦକ - ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ


ପ୍ରଜ୍ଞା ପାରମିତା କେନ୍ଦ୍ରରେ ଥାଇ ବୌଦ୍ଧ ମଣ୍ଡଳ (୧୯ଶ ଶତାବ୍ଦୀ)
ଫଟୋ କ୍ରେଡ଼ିଟ - ୱିକିମିଡିଆ କମନ୍ସ୍

ଓଡ଼ିଆ ପଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦ

ପାପ କର୍ମ କୃତ ମାତ୍ରେ ସଦ୍ୟ କ୍ଷୀର ପରି
ନିଜର ସ୍ୱଭାବକୁ କେବେ ହେଁ ନ ଛାଡ଼ଇ ।

ମୂର୍ଖକୁ ଜଳାଇ କରଇ ଅନୁସରଣ
ଭସ୍ମରେ ଆଚ୍ଛନ୍ନ  ଯେପରି ହବ୍ୟବାହନ ।୧୨। 

ମୂଳ ପାଲି ପଦ

ନହି ପାପଂ କୃତଂ କର୍ମ୍ମ ସଦ୍ୟଃ କ୍ଷୀରମିବ ମୁଞ୍ଚତି ।
ଦହତ୍ ତତ୍ ବାଳମନ୍ୱେତି ଭସ୍ମଚ୍ଛନ୍ନଃ ଇବ ପାବକଃ ।୧୨।

ନହି ପାପଂ କତଂ କମ୍ମଂ ସଜ୍ଜୁ ଖୀରଂ ବ ମୁଚ୍ଚତି ।
ଡହନ୍ତ‌ଂ ବାଳମନ୍ୱେତି ଭସ୍ମଚ୍ଛନ୍ନୋ ବ ପାବକୋ ।୧୨।

ଅନୁବାଦକୀୟ ଟୀକା: ଏହି ଅଧମ ଅନୁବାଦକକୁ ପାଲି ଜଣା ନାହିଁ । ଏଣୁ ଏହି ପଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦଟି ପାଇଁ ତାହାର ମୂଳ ସହାୟ ହେଲା  ପ୍ରଫେସର ପ୍ରହ୍ଲାଦ ପ୍ରଧାନଙ୍କ ଦ୍ୱାରା ସମ୍ପାଦିତ 'ପାଲି ଧର୍ମପଦ' ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟି, ଯେଉଁଥିରେ ସେ ସଂସ୍କୃତ ରୂପାନ୍ତର ସହ ଓଡ଼ିଆ ଗଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦ କରିଯାଇଛନ୍ତି । ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟିର ପ୍ରଥମ ସଂସ୍କରଣ ୧୯୭୮ ମସିହାରେ ପ୍ରକାଶିତ । କିନ୍ତୁ ଏହି ଅନୁବାଦକ ୧୯୯୪ ମସିହାରେ କଟକସ୍ଥ ପ୍ରକାଶନ ସଂସ୍ଥା ଫ୍ରେଣ୍ଡ୍‌ସ୍‌ ପବ୍ଲିଶର୍ସ ଛାପିଥିବା ଦ୍ୱିତୀୟ ସଂସ୍କରଣଟି ବ୍ୟବହାର କରିଛି । ଏହା ଛଡ଼ା ଏହି ପଦ୍ୟାନୁବାଦ କରିବା ପାଇଁ 'ଦି ସେକ୍ରେଡ଼୍ ବୁକ୍ସ୍ ଅଫ୍ ଦି ଇଷ୍ଟ୍' ସିରିଜ୍‌ରେ ମାକ୍ସ୍ ମ୍ୟୁଲର୍‌ଙ୍କ ଦ୍ୱାରା ସମ୍ପାଦିତ 'ଦି ଧମ୍ମପଦ' ଇଂରାଜି ଗ୍ରନ୍ଥଟିର ୨୦୧୩ ମସିହାରେ ରୁଟ୍‌ଲେଜ୍ ଛାପିଥିବା ସଂସ୍କରଣଟିର ମଧ୍ୟ ବ୍ୟବହାର କରାଯାଇଛି ।

Friday, May 1, 2026

Whose purpose is it anyway?

Sailen Routray 

(This essay reflects on the idea of purpose—whether it is shaped by the self, by society, or by circumstance. It explores how individuals navigate meaning and intention in everyday life.)

 A Japanese teapot made out of iron, viewed from above
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons/Agon S. Buchholz

From where I am sitting and writing right now I can see a wide expanse of fields extending till the horizon. The line where the earth and sky meet is hidden by the bodies of trees. In the middle distance I can see a large tree, perhaps a mahua, spread over a few hundred square feet. There are two smaller trees near this tree. The leaves of all the three are a shade of light green tinged with yellow.

The largest of the three trees has a thin foliage, but the ground underneath is always shaded. Right now it is eleven in the forenoon of a hot Baisakha day. I can see a bull standing absolutely still underneath. When I visited the tree last, on some other summer day, I saw a couple of dogs sprawled on the ground, near its trunk, panting as they are wont to do.

Is this tree’s purpose to provide shade to stray animals and people? Not really. It does provide shade and many other things besides, all of which are beneficial to some creature or the other. But is that the tree’s purpose? Perhaps the only purpose we can attribute to this tree is to live, which it does no matter what. It is perhaps safe to say that the tree does not have a purpose.

Do I have a purpose? I have spent a lot of time in my life with soul searching, explorations, and intense seeking to figure out my purpose. I have met and experienced some interesting people, ideas, books, places, heartburn, and happiness in the process. But have I found my purpose? No.

What if the differences I posit between the tree and me, with respect to this idea of having a purpose, are not tenable at all? What if I am like the tree. What if I do not have a purpose?

Then I am just free to do whatever I want to do from moment to moment, like the tree. But am I able to exercise that freedom? Alas, no! There is social conditioning that forces me to think that I must have a purpose. And then I become guilty about seeking purpose as a matter of habit, despite intellectually understanding that I do not need to have any purpose to earn the right to exist.

This has the possibility of turning into an infinite loop. There seems to be only one way out of it. It is this—to cognize that the purpose of human life is to realize that we don’t have any purpose and to strive to make that realization not a matter of intellectual understanding but of everyday living. Paradoxical? Welcome to real life!

Note: You may want to explore a poem that plays with the idea of meaning titled 'Some things I Have Been Meaning to Tell You Or The Bhubaneswar Love Song' and a reflective piece titled 'Manual for Making a Chariot' that shows how the magical is often embedded within ordinary memories. 

Tags: meaning of life essay, purpose in life reflection, philosophy of purpose, personal reflection essay, life and meaning writing

Keywords: purpose, life meaning, self and society, essay reflection on life

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

ନୟାଗଡ଼ ଜିଲ୍ଲାର ଦଳିତ ଜୀବନ

                    (Nayagarh Jillara Dalita Jibana: Dalit lives in Nayagarh district)

ଶୈଲେନ ରାଉତରାୟ

ଏହି ପ୍ରବନ୍ଧଟି ୧୯୪୦–୫୦ ଦଶକରେ ନୟାଗଡ଼ ଜିଲ୍ଲାର ଦଳିତ ଜୀବନର ଛବି ଦିଏ ।
(This Odia essay reflects on Dalit life and social realities in Nayagarh district of Odisha during the 1940s–50s. It explores lived experience, social structures, and everyday realities in rural Odisha.)

ନୟାଗଡ଼ ଜିଲ୍ଲାର କଣ୍ଟିଲୋ ପାଖରେ ମହାନଦୀର ଦୃଶ୍ୟ
ଫଟୋ କ୍ରେଡ଼ିଟ୍ - ୱିକିମିଡ଼ିଆ କମନ୍ସ୍/କୃପାସିନ୍ଧୁ ମୁଦୁଲି


ଲେଖକ, ସଙ୍କଳକ ଓ ଯନ୍ତ୍ରୀ ଶ୍ରୀ ଗୋବର୍ଦ୍ଧନ ଦୋରାଙ୍କର ଘର ନୟାଗଡ଼ ଜିଲ୍ଲାର ବଡ଼ଗୋରଡ଼ା ଗ୍ରାମରେ । ଗାଆଁଟିରେ ଚଷା, ଗୁଡ଼ିଆ, ଗଉଡ଼, କରଣ, ସୁନାରି, ପାଣ, ଧୋବା ଓ ଖଦାଳ ଇତ୍ୟାଦି ନାନା ଜାତିର ଲୋକ ଅଛନ୍ତି । ଦୋରା ବାବୁଙ୍କର ଜନ୍ମ ୧୯୩୯ ମସିହାରେ । ଜାତିରେ ତେଲେଗୁ ନାଇଡ଼ୁ । ସେ ଶିଶୁ ଶ୍ରେଣୀରେ ୧୯୪୫ ମସିହାରେ ଆଙ୍ଗିସିଙ୍ଗିରେ ଥିବା ବଡ଼ଗୋରଡ଼ା ଶିଶୁ ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟକୁ ଯିବାକୁ ଆରମ୍ଭ କରନ୍ତି । ତାହା ପରେ ଯାଆନ୍ତି ସାନଗୋରଡ଼ା ଇସ୍କୁଲୁକୁ, ତତ୍ପରେ ଶିଖରପୁର ମାଇନର ସ୍କୁଲୁ, ଓ ସବା ଶେଷରେ ଶରଣକୂଳ ହାଇସ୍କୁଲୁ ।

ସେତେବେଳେ ଇସ୍କୁଲୁମାନଙ୍କରେ ଛୁଆଁଅଛୁଆଁ ଭାବ ପ୍ରବଳ । ପିଲାମାନେ ଜାତି ଭିତ୍ତିରେ ଅଲଗା ଅଲଗା ବସନ୍ତି । ବ୍ରାହ୍ଣଣ ପିଲାଏ ବସିବା ପାଇଁ ତାଳପତ୍ରରେ ପ୍ରସ୍ତୁତ ଛପା ଆଣୁଥିଲେ । ଗୋବର୍ଦ୍ଧନ ବାବୁ ବାଉଁଶ ତିଆରି ଛପା ନେଇ ଇସ୍କୁଲୁ ଯାଉଥିଲେ । ଏହି ଛପା ଧୁଷୁମା ଗାଁର ହାଡ଼ି ଜାତିର ଲୋକମାନେ ତିଆରି କରୁଥିଲେ । ଏହା ସେମାନଙ୍କର ଜୀବିକା ନିର୍ବାହର ଏକ ସାଧନ ଥିଲା ।  ଛୁଆଁଅଛୁଆଁ ଭାବ ଶିକ୍ଷକମାନଙ୍କ ମଧ୍ୟରେ ବି ଥିଲା । ସ୍ୱାଧିନତା ଆଖପାଖର ଏହି ସମୟରେ ନୟାଗଡ଼ ଜିଲ୍ଲାର ଇସ୍କୁଲମାନଙ୍କରେ, ଦଳିତ ପିଲାମାନଙ୍କୁ (ଅନ୍ୟ ଅଞ୍ଚଳମାନଙ୍କ ପରି) ହାତରେ ନମାରି, କିମ୍ବା ସିଧାସଳଖ ବେତରେ ନମାରି, ବେତ ଫୋପାଡ଼ି ମାଡ଼ ମରାଯାଉଥିଲା ।

ଗୋବର୍ଦ୍ଧନବାବୁଙ୍କ ଦେଖିବାରେ ଶ୍ରୀ ବନ ସେଠୀ ଓ ତାଙ୍କର ସାନଭାଇ ଶ୍ରୀ କହ୍ନେଇ ସେଠୀ ଧୋବା ଭାବରେ ଗାଁରେ ଖଟୁଥିଲେ । ଏଥି ପାଇଁ ସେମାନେ ପ୍ରତି ପରିବାରଠାରୁ ବାର୍ଷିକ କିଛି ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦିଷ୍ଟ ପରିମାଣରେ ବର୍ତ୍ତନ ପାଉଥିଲେ । ପ୍ରଥାଟିର ପ୍ରଚଳନ ଏବେ ମଧ୍ୟ ଅଛି ଓ ଧୋବା ଜାତିର ଲୋକମାନେ ତାଙ୍କ କାମ ପାଇଁ ପରିବାର ପିଛା ଚାରି ନଉତି ଲେଖାଏଁ ନେଉଚନ୍ତି ।

ବେଳେବେଳେ ଲୁଗା ସିଝାଇବାକୁ କାଠ ମିଳେନାହିଁ । ତ, ଧୋବାମାନେ ମଶାଣିରୁ ଦରପୋଡ଼ା କାଠ ଆଣନ୍ତି । ପୋଡ଼ି, ଲୁଗା ସିଝାଇବା କାମରେ ବ୍ୟବହାର କରନ୍ତି । କେହି ଲୋକ ଖରାପ ହୋଇଗଲେ ମାଲଭାଇ ଭାବରେ ମଧ୍ୟ ଧୋବାମାନେ ଶବ ଶୋଭାଯାତ୍ରା ସହିତ ମଶାଣି ଯାଉଥିଲେ । ପିଲା ପେଟରେ ଥାଇ ମାଆ ମରିଗଲେ, ସ୍ତ୍ରୀଲୋକଟିର ପେଟ ଚିରି, ମଲା ପିଲାଟିକୁ ବାହାର କରି ତାହାର ଶବଦାହ କରିବାର ଦାୟିତ୍ତ୍ୱ ମଧ୍ୟ ଧୋବାମାନଙ୍କର ଥିଲା । ମୁର୍ତିଖିଆର ଦଶଦିନ କର୍ମ ପାଇଁ ଧୋବା ଜାତିର ସ୍ତ୍ରୀ ଓ ପୁରୁଷ ମାନଙ୍କୁ ଲୁଗାପଟା ମିଳୁଥିଲା ।

ଦୋରା ବାବୁଙ୍କ ପିଲାଦିନେ ଗାଁର ଦକ୍ଷିଣ-ପଶ୍ଚିମ ଦିଗରେ ଏକ ଖଦାଳ ସାହି ଥିଲା । ଏଥିରେ ଛଅଟି ପରିବାର ବସବାସ କରୁଥିଲେ । ଏ ସମସ୍ତ ପରିବାରମାନଙ୍କର ସାଙ୍ଗିଆ ଭୋଇ ଥିଲା । ସେମାନେ ସେତେବେଳେ ଅଛୁଆଁ ଭାବରେ ଗଣ୍ୟ ଥିଲେ । ତାଙ୍କୁ କେହି ଛୁଉଁ ନଥିଲେ । ମାତ୍ର ବାହାଘର ବେଳେ ଖଦାଳମାନେ ହିଁ ପାଲିଙ୍କି ବାହକ ଭାବରେ କାମ କରୁଥିଲେ ।

ଏହି ଖଦାଳ ଜାତିର ଲୋକମାନଙ୍କର ନିଜର ଅଳପ କିଛି ଜମିବାଡ଼ି ଥିଲା । କିଛି ଜମି ଭାଗରେ ଧରି ମଧ୍ୟ ଚାଷ କରୁଥିଲେ । ଅତି ନିରିମାଖି ଖଦାଳମାନେ ପର ଘରେ ହଳିଆ ରହୁଥିଲେ, ନହେଲେ ମୂଲ ଲାଗି ଚଳୁଥିଲେ । ଏବେ ଅବଶ୍ୟ ଗାଁରୁ ହଳିଆ ପ୍ରଥା ଉଠିଗଲାଣି । ଖଦାଳମାନେ ମାଛ ମାରି ବିକ୍ରି ମଧ୍ୟ କରୁଥିଲେ । ଏହା ଛଡ଼ା କୁକୁଡ଼ା ପାଳି, ପକ୍ଷୀ ଓ ଅଣ୍ଡା, ଉଭୟ ବିକିରି କରୁଥିଲେ । ଆଗରୁ ହାଟବଜାରରେ ଅଣ୍ଡା ଓ କୁକୁଡ଼ା ମିଳୁ ନଥିଲା । ଖଦାଳମାନେ ହିଁ କୁକୁଡ଼ା ଆଦି ପାଳି ଯୋଗାଉଥିଲେ ।

ବଡ଼ଗୋରଡ଼ା ଗାଆଁରେ ପାଣ ଜାତିର ଗୋଟିଏ ମାତ୍ର ପରିବାର ରହୁଥିଲେ । ଏହି ଘରୁ ଗାଁର ଚଉକିଦାର ଥିଲେ, ଶ୍ରୀ ଲୋକନାଥ ନାୟକ । ତାଙ୍କୁ ଚଉକିଦାରି କରିବା ପାଇଁ ଚାରି ମାଣ ଜମି ମିଳିଥିଲା । ସପ୍ତାହକୁ ଥରେ ସେ ଶରଣକୂଳ ଥାନାରେ ହାଜର ହୁଅନ୍ତି । ଜନ୍ମ, ମୃତ୍ୟୁ ଓ ଅନ୍ୟାନ୍ୟ ଆନୁସଙ୍ଗିକ ଖବର ଥାନାବାଲାଙ୍କୁ ଦିଅନ୍ତି । ଚାରି ମାଣ ଜମି କିଛି କମ ନୁହେଁ । ମାତ୍ର ସେମାନଙ୍କର ଚଳଣି ସେତେବେଳେ ବିଶେଷ ଭଲ ନଥିଲା ।

ଏହାର କାରଣ ହେଲା ଯେ ପାଣମାନେ ଜାତିରେ ଅଛୁଆଁ ଥିଲେ । ତାଙ୍କ ଜମିରେ ଗାଁର ଅନ୍ୟ ଜାତିର ଲୋକେ ଖଟି ଆସନ୍ତି ନାହିଁ । ତାଙ୍କ ବିଲମାନଙ୍କରେ ଅନ୍ୟ ଗାଁରେ ରହୁଥିବା ତାଙ୍କର ଜାତିଭାଇମାନେ ହିଁ ଖଟି ଆସନ୍ତି । ମାତ୍ର ସେମାନେ ନିଜର ବିଲବାଡ଼ି ଓ ନାନାଦି ଅନ୍ୟ କାମ ସାରି ଲୋକନାଥ ବାବୁଙ୍କ ବିଲରେ କାମ କରି ଆସିଲା ବେଳକୁ ଠିକଣା ସମୟ ଗଡ଼ିଯାଇଥାଏ । ବେଟାଇମିଆ ଚାଷ ଯୋଗୁଁ ଅମଳ କମ ହୁଏ । ଅମଳ କମ ହେବାର ଅନ୍ୟ କାରଣ ହେଲା ଜଳସେଚନର ଅଭାବ ।

ଏହି ସବୁ ଅଭାବ ଅସୁବିଧା ଭିତରେ ଲୋକନାଥ ବାବୁଙ୍କ ଗୋଟିଏ ବୋଲି ପୁଅ ଦଣ୍ଡଧର ବୃତ୍ତି ପାଇ ପାଠ ପଢ଼ି ମାଇନର ସ୍କୁଲ ଶିକ୍ଷକ ହେଲେ । ଉଣେଇଶି ଶହ ଷାଠିଏ ମସିହାରେ ଲୋକନାଥ ବାବୁ ହାର୍ଣ୍ଣିଆରେ ଚାଲିଗଲେ । ପୁଅ ସରକାରି ଚାକିରିଆ ହୋଇଥିବାରୁ ଚଉକିଦାରିରେ ବାହାଲ ହୋଇପାରିଲେ ନାହିଁ ।

ଏଣୁ ଜୁଆଇଁ କାଶୀ ଗାଆଁରେ ଚଉକିଆ ହେଲେ । ୧୯୬୫ ମସିହାରେ ଚଉକିଦାରି ଉଠିଯିବାରୁ ଏଥିକୁ ଥିବା ଗାଁର ସବୁ ଭୋଗଦଖଲ ଜମି କାଶୀବାବୁଙ୍କ ନାମରେ ହେଲା । ମାତ୍ର ଥରେ ଏହି ପାଣ ଜାତିର ଘରକୁ ଗାଆଁ ଲୋକେ ଜରିମାନା କରିବାରୁ ଏମାନେ ଅତିଷ୍ଠ ହୋଇ ଗୋତିରିଡ଼ାକୁ ଉଠିଗଲେ ଓ ବଡ଼ଗୋରଡ଼ାରେ ଥିବା ନିଜର ଜମିଜମା ବିକ୍ରିବଟା କରିଦେଲେ । ଦଣ୍ଡଧର ବାବୁ ଅବସର ନେଲା ପରେ କଟକ ମହାନଦୀ ବିହାରରେ ବସା ବାନ୍ଧି ରହିଲେ । ଏହି ପରି ଭାବରେ ଗାଁରୁ ପାଣ ଜାତିର ଚିହ୍ନା ଉଠିଗଲା ।

ଓଡ଼ିଶାର ଗ୍ରାମାଞ୍ଚଳରେ ପାଣ ଜାତିର ଲୋକମାନଙ୍କର (ଓ ବୃହତ୍ତର ଭାବରେ ଦଳିତ ଜନଗୋଷ୍ଠୀର) ଜୀବନଚର୍ଯ୍ୟାର ଇତିହାସରେ ଅନେକ ବିବିଧତା ସତ୍ତ୍ୱେ ଶୋଷଣ ଓ ଅତ୍ୟାଚାରର ଏକ ସମାନ ଅନୁଭୁତି ଆମେ ଦେଖିବାକୁ ପାଇବା । ସ୍ୱାଧୀନତା ପୂର୍ବର ଅବିଭକ୍ତ କଟକ ଜିଲ୍ଲାରେ ପାଣ ଜାତିର ଜୀବନ ଓ ଜୀବିକାର ଚିତ୍ର ଆମେ ମୋର ଦୁଇଟି ଲେଖା ସିଂହପୁରରେ ପାଠପଢ଼ା ଓ ନିଶାକର ବାବୁଙ୍କ ପିଲାଦିନ: ସିଂହପୁରରେ ଖିଆପିଆ ରୁ ପାଇପାରିବା । ଏକବିଂଶ ଶତାବ୍ଦୀର ଓଡ଼ିଶାରେ ପରିସ୍ଥିତି ବେଶି କିଛି ଭିନ୍ନ କି?

ଟୀକା: ଏହି ପ୍ରବନ୍ଧଟି ପ୍ରଥମେ ପାକ୍ଷିକ ପତ୍ରିକା 'ସମଦୃଷ୍ଟି'ରେ ଛପିଥିଲା । ଲେଖାଟିର ଉପାଦାନ ଗୋବର୍ଦ୍ଧନ ଦୋରାଙ୍କର ଆତ୍ମଜୀବନୀ ଛୋଟ ମୋର ଗାଁଟିରୁ ନିଆଯାଇଛି । ବହିଟିକୁ ଭୁବନେଶ୍ୱରସ୍ଥ ସଂସ୍ଥା ଶିକ୍ଷାସନ୍ଧାନ ୨୦୦୯ ମସିହାରେ ପ୍ରକାଶିତ କରିଥିଲେ ।

This essay describes the lives of Dalit communities in Odisha's Nayagarh district in the 1940s and 1950s. It draws upon Odia writer and engineer Gobardhan Dora's autobiography 'Chhota Mora Gaonti" as source material. 

Tagsnayagarh odisha dalit life, dalit history odisha, odia essay dalit life, nayagarh village life 1940s, nayagarh village life 1950s, odisha social history

Keywords: odia lekha, dalita jibana, nayagarh, grameen jiban

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