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MOYNA GARH
THE UNTOLD TRAGEDY
OF A LONE FIGHTER
DENOUEMENT OF
THE DRAMA
IMPERISHABLE MOYNA PERPETUITY OF HISTORY
MOYNAGARH : KILLA MOYNACHOURA -
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THE SAGA OF
MOYNACHOURA FORT (PAGE 3)
Bengali original : PRANAB BAHUBALINDRA

Rendering into English : BULBUL GAYEN
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The soldiers, servants, horses, elephants of the yesteryears do not exist any more. Neither is there the pride or the power of government. its place has been taken by new sentiments and new passions. It is the unobstructed view of the natural beauty that encircles the place. On a rainy evening, when the hazy sky closes in fast, the wild wind creates storms on the twin rivers and the lightning strikes swiftly across the sky _ it is a scene to be cherished, a feast for the eyes. It is not easy to open the doors of Beauty. If one is a traveller for this destination, one should spend life after life to reach it. Again, when the full moon fills the earth with its silvery light, take a small boat and row towards solitude. it would seem that nothing can be sweeter or happier than that. The sky, the land, the water will engulf you; make you shiver. you can hear the air whishpering that fairies will descend among the fragrant trees and plants, in the nude and will indulge in frolic throughout the night. your presence here is restricted. one glance at their water - ballet and you will either become completely blind or a lunatic.

Moyna Garh, East Medinipur. Photo: Arindam Bhowmik
Moyna Garh, East Medinipur. Photo: Arindam Bhowmik

You need not be scared though. If you are not of the insensitive type, commune with Wordsworth or Jibanananda. you will master the art of mesmerism.If you need anything more, keep by a copy of Subhas Mukhopadhyay's translation of shiraji Hafiz. Compare the book with reality. At one time you will certainly utter the lines : `No where have i seen, / Oh ! such desolate grass at the end of the field', `How I wish I too could drink the fragrance of this grass, like some greenish wine, glass after glass'. (`Kothao dekhini aha, emon bijon ghas prantarer pare', "Amaro ichcha kore ei ghaser ghran harit/ moder moto gelasey gelasey pan kori"). you could have uttered "each minute sweeter than before", "grass in the green field", "blessing in the air. "Each moment is sweeter than the previous one, the green grass carpet is laid out on the land and his blessings are blowing with the winds. Your mind and being will be fulfilled. You must have heard the oracle : look at God's poetry.

Moyna Garh, East Medinipur. Photo: Arindam Bhowmik
Dargah - Moyna Garh, East Medinipur. Photo: Arindam Bhowmik

Is Moynagarh free from any problems these days? Absolutely not. Incarnations of Edward Baber are roaming around in different characters and in different features. This generation with the blood of Kalindiram flowing in their veins for quarter to six hundred years, are today oblivious of their heritage, and are enamoured with materialism. They lack the means of maintenance and do not have the courage to dream. But, who has given them the right of destruction? If the jewels are stolen day after day, it seems useless to protect the jewellery box. inheritance is here in name only. The new law does not provide any clause for safe-keeping of hereditary artifacts. moreover, there is danger from a different angle as well. structures still lie buried under the earth and nobody has any information about this. Today, `progress' has extended its tentacles on a tired heredity. The thirst for history is lost in the drive for modernism. How can these short - sight 'specialists' be made to understand that timeless artifacts are ageless, unravishable and herald the indestructible voice of creativity - a reincarnation of heaven on earth. It has no end.

Danger has grasped Moynagarh many times, and many times. Moynagarh has been able to come out of it on its own strength. This is the greatness of the heritage. Whenever it seems that this might be the end of everything, something comes forward as its saviour. it is like the phoenix, regenerating from its ashes. Nobody knows what swims into Gods ken. That moment is eternal, the moment they are struck by Cupid's arrow. A political couple _ the one a lover of history, the other a lover of poetry _ both are empathic. others also begin their quest. And all these happen behind the screens. History does not record what struck the Hastings standing on the seashore or Mohammad Yasin Pathan on reaching Pathra. They are sent by God. and many others like them. So, we have no way but to sing the elegance of Eternity. He, who is riding the chariot on the undulating road of prosperity and adversity, blows his bugle, unseen by us. He is the herald of unity, he shows the path, he is the leader. You are all - kindness, and we fail to understand your ways. killa Moynachoura remains unvanquished till today only for this.


 
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