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9/7/2009

 

 

We are doing a workshop about tactical media and Budhada (Budhaditya Chattopadhyay) is our supervisor. Actually we are trying to collect various kind of sound and still picture from local railway station. Because we decided to do a sound project, its like a journey and we made all preparation for the journey. 

 

First day we choose Jadavpur railway station. It’s our walking distance. Our cool group arrived at the station around 1:30pm.Then we spread out at the Jadavpur platform for sound recording and still images. I saw it was crowded with passengers. The whole platform was a scene of great confusion and noise. I started my work with a digital camera and a recorder. Some passenger sitting on the bridge and platform, some were moving about. The porters were pushing their way through the crowd. Vendors were crying to sell tea, guava and vegetable. I heard various kind of sound like fotasjol, beggar’s begging, hawkers, passengers conversation and honestly speaking for the first time consciously heard train’s sound. Some person curiously watched my recording and photography. Some of them told me why I recorded tea glasses sound and what for! Next day we went to Sonarpur, Baghajotin and again Jadavpur railway station. When we are coming, a hawker said to another hawker that they are lucky because we recorded their voice.

 

I shall remain thankful for Budhada who inspired me to hear sound in a different dimension and really it was a great experience.


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Road less traveled by!!!!!!!!!!!
prajjal


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

                                                             -------“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost.

 

Being one of the members of the unemployed community , subjected to frustration sitting at home, I thought of just doing something  not because of earning or gaining anything not even with the expectation of gaining knowledge but rather just to change the state of my mundane routine-a routine that I am subjected to since my completion of MA in Film Studies- a subject which in my locality rather in my acquaintance is the “one less traveled by”. Since my childhood rather to be specific I have always taken the road “not taken” which has made for me “all the difference”. Anyway   let’s come straight to the point. A workshop was organized by our JU Media Lab on Tactical Media. The term “tactical” is more of an adverb than an adjective. Its like “tactical use of media” and not tactical media as if qualifying media or any branches of media. One can use any media even the mass media  tactically. Its more of an activist sort. The programme is conducted by  Budhaditya Chatterjee and Nilanjan  Bhattacharya which started from 6th July 2009 and ended on 11th July 2009. The 1st two days went in the Vivekananda Hall hearing speeches  by Nilanjan Bhattacharya and Budhaditya Chatterjee and others ,many of which I have heard yet most of them cant be recollected even in tranquility. From the 3rd day onwards we need to go for some shooting a part of this workshop activity. As earlier I have mentioned above that I have a tendency of traveling theroad less traveled by I thought of doing the workshop with Budhadityo da as he is working on something strangely new-at least new to me. He is working on sound. During our 2day speech he let us hear some of his work, which I don’t know whether I like it or not-but never the less was amazed by its novelty and thought of doing this workshop under him. Though this was not the only reason-actually some of my friends were willing too, so I thought of this as I found it to be more feasible working along with my friends. Anyway the 3rd day was very interesting- Firstly due to the fact that it was a shift from sitting in the chair and hearing someone talking and secondly which was understandingly the primary reason, was that this was one of those rare days when I started seeing rather hearing old things in a new way in a different dimension-like old wine in a new bottle. Anyway enough of beating around the bush lets come straight to the point. To record the sound along with my friends and Budhditya da I was at the Jadabpur Railway Station-a station where I have been many a times, but never so acutely watched the minute details of its platform. It was indeed an amazing exercise. I was thinking of a poem by T.S.Eliot - “The Rock” where he wrote “All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance” and literally I never saw the platform in that way. A peculiar tension mounts when train arrives at the station. And after it leaves; the same railway is so serene especially at the afternoon. Again the sound and jestures of hawkers with which they were selling their products gave a dimension to the place--Whether the hawkers selling guavas or the style of learning how to do different style of hairs. Some hawkers were selling a peculiar type of water called “Fotus jol” which I think, was enough to let me take bed rest due to jaundice yet it was   too much popular with daily passengers. Again the rhythm of a beggar begging by making peculiar sound by striking steel bowl with a coin is peculiarly harmonic with the ambience. The crowd of people rushing towards the platform with their different point of discussion is strangely interesting. Some people were seen quarreling; school and college students enjoying, laughing; love birds in some serious talks; senior office goers discussing  their post retirement plans; group of boys chitchatting about a beautiful girl waiting for the arrival of train in the lady’s compartment; group of girls talking about their affair with boys ; one couple were heard talking about someone whom they have lend money  yet haven’t returned their money and so on and so forth . Again the sound of radio in different tea stalls goes unnoticed. Just outside the station   I recorded a quarrel between two rickshaw puller which was ornamented with so beautiful slang that it could initiate bleeding from ears anytime anywhere. As the time progressed from afternoon to dusk the platform were getting more and more crowded with office, school and college goers returning home. The buzzing sound increased continuously. After recording many of those sounds and lots of still photographs and also video images we were returning to JU when an old man dressed in white  dhothi  and  kurta with beads worn in the neck and khanjani in hand-a peculiar image of a Vaisnavati  interested us. We asked him to do a  kirtan for us and we recorded his whole song. It was quite sonorous. Anyway the dusk paved way for evening and we paved way for JU.

 

 

“Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened: -- that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on, --
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things”.

 

                                                 --- “Tintern Abbey” by William Wordsworth.