Artlemi #4


Hello Artels,

Wish you all an incredibly happy new year. 2010 was a year full of interesting events. I am sure all of you have found many great moments in your personal life and surely have learnt from your mistakes. This wisdom will help you to make 2011 a better year in all aspects. If we leave aside our personal aspects for a moment, we will realize last year was surely eventful worldwide. Let’s look back for a moment to our own country, India.

Politically; like always, there were almost nothing positive. S. Kalmadi, A. Raja and many more politicians are under CBI scanner with scams and money swooping charges. Not enough improvement in public health and education aspects. Economically, things have not changed much from past years except wealthy people got more affluent.

Miserable train accidents in the first half of 2010 and Kolkata metro mishaps in the later half proved we are living way under safety with our transportations. 

Terrorism, like always, was a life taking issue. Maoists became stronger, Varanasi bomb blasts killed innocent people, still terrorists like Kashav has been treated royally. Our government sucked real hard throughout 2010.   

Not everything was a mess though. Commonwealth games Delhi 2010, despite of all the controversies, was a well earned success. India’s success in sports was superlative in 2010. Cricket and chess, like always brought glory. Boxing, badminton and athletics crossed all our past limits. We sure had our moments in golf and tennis too. It seems, with more and more talented men leaving India for better future, sports is our only chance of triumph, for today and tomorrow.  

Well 2010 is a history now. With its good and bad aspects, it was surely an important year. 365 days of our life that wont return, no matter we worked it out right or wrong, it is history. Be confident looking ahead for whatever you achieved in the first decade of the second millennium. Learn from your mistakes and never repeat, try new and exiting mistakes, there are plenty more to commit and learn. Improve your life and help others to do the same.

Enjoy your 2011 when it’s still new and keep sending your creations to datta.sen@gmail.com and enjoy reading Artlemi.

 

Bye till next Sunday,

ArkaĐ  

In this week's Artlemi

Poems
Something is missing (by Surela Mukherjee)
The yellow lantern (by Paulami Guha Biswas)
A reflection (by Shinjana Das)

Articles
North Eastern Folk-a Paradise Unexplored (Part 2) (by Proma Bhattacharjee)
In Its Presence (by Rahul Roy)

Story
In Silence (by Lipika Datta)

Photography
Lives in the silence (by Lipika Datta)
A bridge to nowhere (by Chirantan Kar) 

Merry Christmas All

I hope all of you are enjoying your Christmas. So are we and thats why we cant update Artlemi this week. We will be back next week. Happy new uear in advanced.

Here we are, the Artlemi team, wishing you a great weekend for the last time for this year. See you all in 2011.

Artlemi #3

Artlemi #3

Hello Artels,

From the very first day our blog got online, I have been asked this question billion times: “What does Artlemi mean?” I think it’s a good time I describe the thought behind the name. 

‘Antel’ and ‘Antlemi’ are two very famous and commonly used words in Bengali vocabulary. There are many people in here, who are not Bengalis or not so sure about the meaning. As these words are not included in most of the dictionaries, I did not get proper meaning of these words. What I know and from what little information I got; we can take ‘pseudo intellectuality’ as a much closer meaning for ‘Antlemi’. Interesting thing is, although Bengalis gave it a proper use, this word was actually first used by French. The meaning of ‘Antlemi’ was “When someone uses illusion of words to create a  

false impression about their knowledge on something.”

Over time this meaning has been changed due to wrong uses among Bengalis. An ‘Antel’ is that person who performs ‘Antlemi’. The thing I feel sorry for is people calling someone ‘Antel’ just because they don’t understand his or her views or perspectives. I have been called ‘Antel’ a number of times just because of having my own different ideas about something. You too, I am sure have been accused to be an ‘Antel’ just because of liking some movies or books that the accuser don’t understand or think is not understandable. What’s more painful? I have seen people tagging poets, directors and painters as ‘Antels’ just because they don’t understand their creations. Well, if creating something that not everyone can understand is ‘Antlemi’, then I am surely proud to be an ‘Antel’.

The first three letters of ‘Artlemi’ forms the word ‘art’. Art, a word we all are familiar with. Art is creating what you feel. Anything formed with imagination, passion and urge of creation, is art. A painting that mesmerize, an architecture that hypnotize, a film that captivate, a song that enthrall, a dance that fascinate, a piece of literature that spellbind, a photograph that appeal, is a piece of art. Art is the result of consciously arranging symbolic elements in a way that influences and affects one or more of the senses, emotions, and intellect.

So here it is. When art meets antlemi, the power of creating for the sake of creation, it becomes “Artlemi”. When you don’t think how people will react and just create what you feel, that is Artlemi. When you please your urge of creation despite of what others believe, that is Artlemi and you are an Artel. Be proud of it.  

Hope I have made you understand the meaning. Even if you don’t understand and call me an antel, that’s okay. After all an ‘Artel’ does not care.

Keep sending your artlemis to datta.sen@gmail.com and enjoy reading Artlemi.

  

Bye till next Sunday,

ArkaĐ  

In this week's Artlemi

Poems
Why (by Shinjana Das)
শুধুই হাসি (by Tanushree singha )


Articles
The fear of being Haunted (by Rahul Roy)
North Eastern Folk- a Paradise unexplored (by Proma Bhattacharjee)
A Day in the Life of an Artist (by Rahul Roy)


Story
In Silence (by Lipika Datta)


Photography
Wish to know you better (by Chirantan Kar)

Artlemi #2

Artlemi #2

Hello Artels,

Last week I left a question for all of you about Stephen Hawking’s theory of “God did not create the universe”. From the level of interest you all have shown it’s clear that leaving a question every week won’t be a smart movement from my side.

For the last few days I have been spending a lot of time to come up with an idea for this editorial. Last evening just to get an idea of what is going around the globe, I turned on the TV. It’s not that much of an idiot box, as many people call it, if you go through the right channels. I was having my noodles and surfing the channels. The best thing about being a serial channel surfer is that you get the sum of what is going around, very rapidly.

While looking around, my finger stopped when I found a beautiful scene on ‘Discovery channel’. It was an open blue sky and sun burning just in the middle. A bird, which I could not recognize at first,    

was flying in a circle like it was the emperor of the world. As the camera zoomed I suddenly understood what it was. It was a vulture, circling over something it had its eye on. As the camera lowered I was shaken to my very soul. I saw an open dried out land with a single broken hut standing strangely. Just beside the hut there was something, something black and it was moving. As the camera zoomed; it appeared to be something like a human child, thinner than you can ever imagine. The child was all bones wrapped with dry skin; I felt he can break into pieces if there were strong wind. Then the camera focused on his face and I was stunned to see his eyes. They were lively, full of joy; yes ‘joy’, because he was playing. He was playing with a toy, a toy we were lucky enough not to have as a child. It was, believe it or not, a human skull. The vulture was waiting…

Suddenly I was not hungry anymore. The food felt heavy, my eyes felt heavier. There was a question in my mind; ‘why?’, what have I done to deserve my life, all these beautiful things around me, I was not ever satisfied with? It was like the e-mail many of you surely been forwarded to, about people not having food to eat while we complaint about the taste of ours. I was not feeling like eating anymore. I put my food on the table, came back to my room, stood in front of my window and started thinking about the motive of my existence. I have read about Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg, donating a huge portion of their money to organizations, working on issues like malnutrition in third world countries. I am not rich enough to do that but I wish I could do something. There are many websites where they donate money for our one click and even we can donate some money if we want. I checked few of them and I did what I could, clicked some buttons. Five minutes of our life can mean a lot of them. Please come forward and join them. You don’t have to pay, few clicks and you will feel a lot better about yourself. I did and I will keep clicking till I am able to do something more.

I know this editorial is particularly not something to leave a smile in the corner of your lips, that is how I always wanted to write and I am sorry for that but I wanted to unload some pain from my mind to people who, I am sure, will understand the needs of those children.

Well, keep sending your creations to datta.sen@gmail.com and enjoy reading Artlemi. Hopefully one day with your support we will grow enough to help those people in needs.

 Bye till next Sunday,

ArkaĐ  

In this week's Artlemi

Poems
She and her lonelineness(?) (by Shinjana Das) 
Hopelessly Drained (by Tanushree Singha)
A song for my sire (by Surela Mukherjee)
It Bleeds (by Angira Ghosh)
Loneliness... (by Priyanka Dutta)
Anonymous Spirit (by Shinjana Das)
নিরবতা আজ প্রাচীন (by Debolina Sen)


Articles
What is a ‘SPIRIT’, have you ever wondered? (by Rahul Roy)
Bengali Folk (Proma Bhattacharjee)
The Dead & the Undead (by Papia Ghosh)


Stories 
In Silence (by Lipika Dutta)
Dialogues of karna-kunti (translation by Swastik Roy)

For her eyes only (by Arka Datta)

Artlemi #1

Hello Artels,

It’s almost and in some parts, already winter. Hope you all have your own source of warmth to get through this cold season. Blankets, sweaters and an affectionate heart of course, will help you to be warm.

Last week I was hanging with few friends in a mall. We were sitting on a bench, window shopping, with a cup of coffee for all of us. As we finished I threw the paper cup aiming a dustbin few yards away. Not being a good sportsman betrayed me as it flew over the bin and ended up falling in front of a little girl; not more than 4 years old. She picked it up, put it in the bin and smiled at me, then ran to a lady sitting with another young boy on another bench in front of us. The lady, surely her mother, clapped and ran her fingers in the little girl’s hair. Then to my great surprise she started picking up all the thrown away packets and cups around her and putting them in the dust bin. Her mother, unlike any mother would have done, gave her a smile for every time she recycled any thrown away thing.

Within a minute that young boy, likely to be her older brother, joined her in her ‘mission’ and started collecting cups and empty food packets around them and dumped them in the bin. Few teenagers joined them and soon there was not a single piece of trash on the ground.    

Three of them went to the food court a minute later. I was looking at them and thanking the little girl for not throwing me in the dust been, indeed she should have. From that day on every time I see her sweet little face whenever I see trash. I surely don’t pick up others’ but I never threw a single piece of junk on the open myself. That is exactly how inspiration works, she never spoke a word, her actions moved her brother and few more, that day. I guess we have passed that age when we could do what she did but we can surely take care of our own responsibilities. I am not going to bore you with ‘copy-pasted’ numbers to show how mush have we dumped on our earth. The outcomes are not looking good and it’s a high time to start to care about our environment. A clear, green earth is the way our future generation should remember us.

Enough of the ‘trash’ talk. Enjoy your Sunday with our blog. There are a lot of things for you to look forward to in this week’s posts. Keep reading and if you like it please let others know. We need your contributions too, if you want to see your works in our blog then please mail us at datta.sen@gmail.com with your full name and the name of your submission as the subject of the mail. If it is selected we will post it in our next Sunday’s Artlemi. Don’t forget to mail us your suggestions and ideas related to the blog and let us know what you want to see more.   

Wish you a wonderful week ahead. We will be back with many more posts next Sunday. But before I end this, here is a food for thought; what is your take on Stephen Hawking’s theory of “God did not create the universe”? Comment under this and let everyone see your point of view.

Bye till next Sunday,

ArkaĐ 

In this week's Artlemi

Poems

Sinner (by Shinjana Das)

My Little Dream (by Proma Bhattacharjee)

Poem, I Guess! (by Jithika Jain)

Special Feelings (by Priyanka Dutta) 

Boulevard of insanity (by Saikat Kar)

Articles

Fear of the Dark and experiencing the Paranormal (by Rahul Roy)

A day at the Shankarpore fishing harbour (by Rahul Roy)
Strong Password (by Vicky Karmakar)

Poetry with feet (by Proma Bhattacharjee)

Story
In Silence (by Lipika Dutta)

Review

Review of Narnia: The voyage of the dawn treader (by Priyanka Dutta)

Photography

Me (by Chirantan Kar)

Update

Venice ( by Nilpa Jha)

WITH LOVE... ( by Priyanka Dutta)

Let Me Feel... (by Shinjana Das) 

MY MOTHER ( by Shreya Paul)

Welcome

Whenever someone starts something new they wish it to be a success. We have seen people creating new blogs every day and write their thoughts, post images and share news. We were looking for something new when this idea hit us. Why can’t there be a blog for everyone, where they can express themselves?

Artlemi is not only a blog, imagine it is a magazine, a place where you can show your talent and see people’s work. Post your stories, poems, articles, reviews, paintings, photographs and anything artistic which is your own. We will put them in our blog. A blog which is your own, where you can be a part of circle, a circle of creativity, circle of imagination.

Be  a part of it. Treasure us with your talent. Let as many people as you can. Let’s make it successful, let’s make it large.