# The Journey Continues

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**Author:** Gouranga Chattopadhyay
 **Pages:** 81 **Price:** HB Rs 150, FB Rs 100**
Year of Publication:** 2008 **ISBN:** HB 978-81-8157-719-1 (9788181577191) FB 978-
81-8157-720-7 (9788181577207)

_**About the Author:**_
 Emeritus Professor Gouranga P. Chattopadhyay, a scion of
the families of Raja Rammophan Roy, Pundit Iswar Chandra Vidyasagar and Prince Dwarkanath
Tagore, was born in 1931 in his ancestral home at 2 Palm Place, Kolkata. All the
families living in Palm Place were related. The lifestyle of those days amidst a
joint family with its boundaries blurring to include putative kins as well, getting
together for regular literary and musical evenings, outdoor and indoor games galore,
vanished forever during the communal riots of 1946 when all of them had to leave
the area and the houses were looted and fantasized. He started his career as an 
anthropologist and later reinvented himself as a behavioral scientist. In his present
incarnation he calls himself a socio-analyst and has worked as a teacher and consultant
in 5 continents. He is a Karma Sannyasin of Bihar School of Yoga, initiated by Paramhamsa
Niranjananda Saraswati. He does not attach himself to any religion.

_**Teaser:**_

_IN THE FOREST OF FEELINGS_

It is no wonder that obscurantism in the end dominates
 Human existence.

Helplessly caught up in the turmoil of the
 Webs and woofs of feelings running amok,
Like brooks with white water to be navigated By hot blooded youth trying to prove
something That requires no evidence that any sane court of law Would ever demand
to be presented at trials.

The turbulence and the tribulations experienced are
 Reminiscent mostly of horses
bitten by fleas Due to the neglect of the vet in attendance, When even the slightest
so called rational thinking About roles and responsibilities around tasks instead
of Washing minds down the drain of thoughtless self indulgence Could instead float
clouds that give relief from the midday sun Rather than threaten a downpour that
may drown A festive mood awaiting a day of celebration.

Unintended scars seem to be inflicted where
 Love lurks unheeded in some temporarily
forgotten corner While unshed tears dam the channels When the flow could wash the
slate clean of the need to deny _tat twam osi_ And to flounder in the midst of maya.