Are you going to start writing soon?
-Yes, I intend to. Why?
-They will kill you.
-It's OK. I will rezarette in Alaska.
-You will what in Alaska?
-Rezarette, rezarette, like you. I will rezarette!
-You mean resurrect! It's not rezarette.
-Please don't start now! It took me ten years to be able to say precipitation and another ten years to know that all it means is rain!
-Anyway, why in Alaska?
-So we could keep an eye on Russia!
-ha ha ha ha ha ha ....
-Stop laughing...
-ha ha ha...Who are we anyway?
-You and I. Who else? I will make curry chicken and fish curry for us. I always wanted to catch fish from a hole made in ice. That looks cool.
-What are you going to write first?
-I don't know.
-Why don't you start with Pablo Neruda?
-OK, I will.
1971: Pablo Neruda won Nobel Prize for his romantic poems!
1971: India and Pakistan got into war!
1971: Smokes everywhere in the USA from burning all the bras!
1971: I was a little boy!
1971 was a very important year. So many things happened during 60s it seems like 1971 was the starting point of a brand new era or a brand new world altogether!
In my eyes, 60s was the most important decade in the history of MANkind. We first landed (man) on the moon. Civil rights movements (not only in the US, but also around the world) were at its best in the 60s! During that time (1967), a revolutionary communist party was born in India with the 'influence' of China. Women in the US were burning their bras (very symbolic) while keeping intact their 2-piece bikinis, which they 'earned' not very long ago! While men felt 'hot' about the outcry of our modern women, cold war became the hottest event for the US and Soviet Union. There was absolutely nothing stupid enough activity for the US and Soviet Union not to be able to perform! Talk about 'f-in' civilization!           
While Russia and the US were busy to 'f' each other, Pablo Neruda wrote poems - love poems! Although, it is believed that he was a member of a communist party, he remained busy writing poems. And somehow I don't see the connection between love poems and communism. I thought communists didn't like much about these stuffs. They are supposedly busy bringing food to the table for the poor. May be I am wrong. A lot of time, the practical approach of idealism has conflicts within. The theoretical approach is much easier - at least it seems like it! Well, let us not get into it. Not now at least!
Pablo Neruda won Nobel Prize for writing "love poems." I read some of his poems when I was a young boy. I didn't understand a thing then. Not that I understand much now!
Women in the US started to burn their bras as a symbol of freedom. They even protested beauty peasant! Along with bras, women burned their high-heel shoes, curlers, girdles, etc. All that happened in 60s in the name of equal rights of men and women.
But after almost 50 years, are we equal? Did the women in the US get the rights they strived for? Did the "Freedom Trash Can" bring the freedom they were asking vividly?
Or, should we just say that we limited the rights of women to have sex and produce children at their own will (my body, my choice) and that too we narrowed it down mainly between 15 to 30 years of age. I hope you understand where I am going with this. I hope you know how much 'doubts' life brings to women at age thirty!  
While women were burning their bras in the US, Pablo Neruda was swimming in his literature - love poems, or simply love only to create a wonderful satire!
One day, I went to my father with his tax book to show that the tax table is wrong. I was smart enough to point out to my father that if the tax amount on 10,000.00 is 3,000.00, tax amount on 20,000.00 should be 6,000.00, not 8,000.00. This is wrong, so I claimed! My father laughed (hopefully not at me!) and said to wait a few years to understand how it works. I was very unsatisfied with my father's answer! I tell you! I was not very happy! What a perfect Republican I was and he had to spoil that!
(And yes, along with other books, which I didn't understand about 90%, I also read my father's tax books. I will appreciate it if you don't laugh! Yes, it was that bad for me! I had no life! I was not allowed to go out of my home to play with other kids in the neighborhood. I was homeschooled. You only can talk so much with cows, rabbits, etc. My only rescue was when a young girl from the neighborhood came to my window and took me with her whenever she felt like! Although, she was not old enough to wear a bra at that time, she too, was burning her bras in her mind. It took me a while to understand that four year of age difference between a girl and a boy is actually 10-12 years in reality!    
From chasing with chastity-belt to watch them burning bras, and now handing out dollars as tax credits for having kids - the US continues its journey with our women as a great part of the society!
For the first activity, I was not born then. For the second one, I was too little to help women to burn their bras! That leaves me with the taxation part!
Well, I prepare tax returns and I do help the women to get their well deserved tax credits for the pain they endured (by giving birth) - a good amount for one child, more for two, even more for having three kids!
I, too take part in building our society - one way or the other. Right or wrong! Equally or un-equally! Even if it means treating some as second class citizens! I am a part of the system, thus I don't have much choice, do I?   
(In second part, I will talk about the war - Pakistan vs. India! AND how the US and Soviet got involved. The most important thing was how I shaped up because of that war!)

If you would like to make any comment, please feel free to send an email at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.. Now enjoy a poem written by Pablo Neruda: 
I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man

on your shoulders,

come with a hundred men in your hair,

come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

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Kumar Ghosh

Kumar Ghosh