Celebrating Sri Dilip Kumar Roy’s 119th Birth Anniversary 22nd January 2016: “Outpetalling of the Sunflower”(At the Guru’s Feet)

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

“To me the ultimate value of a man is to be measured not by what he says, nor even by what he does, but by what he becomes.” (Sri Aurobindo to Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy)

“A deathbound littleness is not all we are:

Immortal our forgotten vastnesses

Await discovery in our summit selves.”

(Savitri I, IV, Sri Aurobindo)

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji  and Mata Indira Devi

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji and Mata Indira Devi

Jacaranda Tree in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh source Wikipedia

Jacaranda Tree in Full Bloom in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh Source Wikipedia

Over the horizon the moon chants

The night blooming jacaranda flowers

Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

In their starlit ecstasy have offered themselves to the Lord

And the universe is the body and the mind

Existing neither within the mind, nor, without

But each life strung to the lonesome flute calls

In sheer majesty celebrating the occasion of one glorious birthday

And the soul’s eye meets the light beyond the stars

And the fruit and the flowers, the garden and the river moss

In mystic oneness singing variegated plays

Jalsaghar Poster from the movie by Satyajit Ray

Jalsaghar Movie Poster

The Theater is born

And the grand orchestra

Actors and actresses in their prospective roles fervently transcending their spheres of existence

To Immortalize the Theater to which they belong

A Shakespearean rag, or, a Dantean Comedy

or, a Brecht and Eugene O’Neill

In the patachitra weaving a tapestry of words from Chandidas

The Cinema is born

And the grand Orchestra

Drinking soma from the winding stairs of Girish Ghosh and Natya Academy

At this moment we live without living

There is only one universe –

And it is This-which-we-are

Down the river way to an ocean of infinity.

-J

* Dilip Kumar Roy’s friend, Romain Rolland writes on his character Jean-Christophe (Which was the Novel in 10 volumes that won him the Noble Prize in 1915):  “When you see a man, do you ask yourself whether he is a novel or a poem? […] Jean-Christophe has always seemed to me to flow like a river; I have said as much from the first pages.”

River metaphor flowing to the Ocean of Infinity is the life of Jean-Christophe, the style is called sometimes ‘Roman Fleuve’ (The River Novel)

http://www.call-key9.net

 

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Romain Rolland – A Lecture by Prof. Chinmoy Guha

at Sri Ramakrishna Mission

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Romain Rolland A Lecture by Prof. Chinmoy Guha

 

 

 

 

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The River is the Semi-Permeable Time in the Evolutionary Space of the Alblackica Consciousness

The River is the Semi-Permeable Time in the Evolutionary Space of the Alblackica Consciousness

Consciousness-Analogue

Time is the evolutionary window of the species through which it can see the long-neck-tail of the serpent-wing in the eye of its coordinates; every pull on the z-axis frame has a syllabic change in the other two depending on the relative quanta of light differentiation in the vibrating Frensel glass diffracted medium of Red-Waziz Izwa. In the eye of the sparrow the sun is a small monochromatic negative film of albumen in the proto-decra space of the golden sap-box.

Red rose is the opera of the love in the black petals of the white light, in the umbra the penumbra eats the shadow of the reflective selves in the in-congruent  circles of the mind to become the vase of chrysanths in the vale of Bramhaputra


Then
the child sees himself grow through the meta-lens of the photographer’s eye upon the story of bricks and mortar-railways casting myriad shapes on the origami of the Coriolis; spring comes with its memory of flowers and birdsongs, only to chase the clouds to bring rain in the hills so the ponds and lakes are colored light-boxes of the original rainbow dipping sand into the mud crack of the villages tiptoed into the theatre of the man decisive.

 

The journey begins before it ends the book of paradise is in letters written to the rivers by the forests of the night beneath a peacock-feathered moon eclipsing the sun. every two is one on one in the memory of the one from the zero Alblackica dawn walking the child with his eyes lit by the fire that burns upon rocks in the wheel of time; the empty hands of the mandala with its involuted center is the Bwajem-Prometric bliss of the all square in rectangles in the zatter of matter.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: B/w picture from Satyajit Ray’s Film, Pather Panchali

& Art picture from Exhibition, Kolkata, 2012