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Faquir Foysol
[I’m talking about a long forgotten old school friend Mr S_____ who was notorious for his mysterious and melancholic appearance. This is a fragment of his feelings during a recent long conversation on the forgotten good old days we both have lost.]
Long before being initiated to Coleridge, Tarkovsky or Pink Floyd- a stranger to the school felt unity with ‘Ekattorer Jishu’ and ‘Michhiler Ekjon’.
He was an autocratic child growing up in a deserted Zamidar Bari (Resident of a feudal landlord in British period) situated in a sunny suburb that often sheds rain. A bookworm swimming in a pool of erotic smelt old books- most of which are written in ‘hard-to-get’ Bangla and English, some full of nude people that only left him with an unquenched emotion he didn’t know how to release or resolve.
One day this ‘school outcast’, as he had a few friends, found some characters in those two books that poured a tiny little heart full of unexplained feelings-- that he later learned is sort of ‘Dream Reality’ – whether the stories were written by someone else or should have been written by himself.
He even did not know a decades later he’ll read a book (Sadhu Gregoryr Dinguli) authored by the same person Shahriar Kabir that also depicts his own childhood, struggles and dreamy good old days to a certain range. Although he was not a Gregorian and Dhaka’s map had been changed a lot, but most of the places described in the ‘autobiographical’ book is trodden by himself.
The narrator who is yet to step into the rigid 30s, also influenced by Newton and Freud, believes that total number of incidents in our known world is limited. Hence, from the dumbest to the sharpest ones in societies, home and abroad, goes through same incidents-- only a few of them stand out by continuous pursuit after dream and not giving up.
Shariar Kabir in Sadhu Gregoryr Dinguli tells the readers about his influences – his cousins Shahidullah Kaisar and Zahir Raihan, a dreamlike childhood with characters that were mingled in his literary creations in a magical way and first protest that later built him up as a social and cultural activist.
Long… long….. before being initiated to the tomes or tombs of Alan Poe, Lovecraft along with experiencing bad trips from irresistible lunatic grass or elixir of madness- a ‘derailed’ schoolboy was introduced to ‘Ekattorer Jishu’ and ‘Michhiler Ekjon,’ one of the talismans found in the shadowy library of a deserted Zamidar Bari, that later let him not to forget the thin, gray and almost invisible line between fantasy and reality……. potential and madness……. pretension and passion ….. dangling radish of the society and absurdity … patriotism and politics.
Faquir is a hobbyist writer and composer.
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