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De: Sunil Bhandari
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  • Sunil Bhandari is a poet by compulsion. He says he survives in this world because he can get to write poetry. This podcast is of his poetry.
    Copyright 2020 All rights reserved.
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  • Politics on the Dining Table

    Politics on the Dining Table
    May 11 2024
    There is nothing worse than politics dividing family. I have seen people develop distaste for their dearest and closest because of being on opposite sides of the political divide. Something which is (mere) belief, takes on an expanded definition to include a commentary on character, and acts as an unsubstantiated and unsavoury revelation. And with astonishment we exclaim “What! You support —-?” As if it was the ultimate excretion and misdemeanour. In the city I stay in, everybody is a political guru. Some emotionally, and some after study and observation. And it often becomes a battle of belief vs intellect. And conversations and emotions go haywire. And become deeply divisive. And being a highly political nation, where as a people we consume (and practice) politics with gusto, finding someone close being not even close to our political beliefs is dismaying - and often unacceptable. How, then, can a conversation not be a battle? How can we not conclude that the other is at best insensitive or at worst a cretin (kreet n)? The hypocrisies are inherent in the premise. All dining table discussion on politics are nothing more than air. We criticise with the depth of our beings, lean left whilst having expensive wine, talk of one god whilst deeply suspicious of another’s religion. How much do our politics - and religion - diminish us, how it makes our worst define us, how much something which is nothing more than a reaction to headlines makes us be judgemental of the ones closest to us. In a life which is so short, and so completely beautiful, we deliberately lean into what we think defines us, when at best it is an amorphous state - changing as we understand more, read more, feel more, see more.We bring tragedy merely because we give importance to the transient. If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems which talk of how politics adn religion determine our lives -
    • In Search of a God
    • Mr Hoskote, have you visited Kashmir recently?
    • The Tragedy of the Other

    Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup.

    Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Liberty Quest by Sascha Ende Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/293-liberty-quest License (CC BY 4.0): https://filmmusic.io/standard-license Heavens Gate by Frank Schroeter
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  • Adventures in Two Worlds

    Adventures in Two Worlds
    May 4 2024
    We live multiple lives. Each one of us have variations, but everyday our paths fork out. And we move from the secure to the stormy; from standing naked to being armoured; from garnering the blessings of the universe to ploughing through the detritus of the denizery. Often we are able to navigate this transition in the simplest way possible - we remain the same in every world, raw and uncluttered, ready to take the blows for being us. But more often then not, we tweak our selves to the scenarios in front and archetypes expected, to fit in, to flit through, without too much damage to the world or ourselves. But it’s not always easy, definitely not for the sensitive soul, which wants to remain true and get by peacefully. And I say to such people - go gently, be true. For there is a reward at the end of every struggle to fit in or not - to be recognised for being authentic. And the universe invariably converges its rewards towards such people, albeit slowly, dreadfully so. I learned to stay in two worlds as two people for a long time. And it was extremely strenuous apart from being incontrovertibly inauthentic. Until I could no longer be what I was not. I have no memory of the inflection point, the moment when something inside me said “I will implode.” But I dropped pretences. And I lost friends. And I got peace. I seeked lesser commitments, I could speak my mind with ease, I could say no with complete peace of mind, and I walked guiltless. The drainpipe of my worlds became a bridge, and both my worlds converged into one. If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the struggles we face in our daily lifes -
    • I Like The Ordinary Life
    • What Stretches in Front
    • The Passing of Autumn

    Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup.

    Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Misty lights by Rafael Krux Melodic Interlude Two by Alexander Nakarada
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  • Adrift (on parents and lovers we survive)

    Adrift (on parents and lovers we survive)
    Apr 27 2024
    They say, in actuality, there are only two kinds of people in the world - fighters and survivors. I have often thought about this grim prognosis of life, and without attributing anything dire to it, I really think it is close to truth. In seeking acceptances, we often have to struggle with the true us and the version the world wants to see. Because we are first a subset of a larger expectation before we start to even begin to be our own person. The corollary to this is often the complete abdication of lives. Most often to parents, soon enough to partners - husbands, lovers. We are first loved for what we are, and then are given a larger acceptance only if we confirm to their idea of us. If we waver from there, try to become something which is truly us, if we protest, we have to face consequences. It could start from emotional appeal, transcend to consequences, end in incarcerations of all kinds. We often seek refuge, escapes; clutch at straws, good hearts; and find ourselves giving into patterns. One prison for another, as it were. Unconsciously we build shackles inside of us. Without realising we have become our own prisoners. Which becomes difficult to break out of. There IS redemption. Alas, it comes with a high price - shame, isolation, death. Often even unconditional love is not enough, as it it riddled with complex past archetypes, windmills of the confounded mind, as it were. We are finally of ourselves, suicidally jettisoning this one wondrous life. If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems talking about our relationship with parents -
    • My Mother is Full of Water and Ready for Sonography
    • Mother's Rambling Lessons on Life Imparted in Morning Walks in my Childhood
    • Tea-a-Tete with Mum & Dad

    Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup.

    Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Yesteryears (DECISION) by Sascha Ende Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/244-yesteryears-decision License (CC BY 4.0): https://filmmusic.io/standard-license
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    6 m
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