‘তবু কেন এমন একাকী?’ : এক ফিলোজফিক্যাল ইনভেস্টিগেশন

Abstract

All are alone and a few in and beyond the thoughtful world. Now belief and disbelief have turned into mere madness and incoherent utterance. Social distance has lost individual reciprocity. He has been by and by isolating from simultaneous geographical and mental state. A few self-devised words– Impossible! Misunderstanding! Boring! Disgusting! Rubbish! Ineligible! Intolerable! -- are echoing in the bankrupt minds. Man is nearing non-existence from existence in the word-fright. The thought process of man is also shrinking due to instinctive behaviouralism. Lively animation is on the verge of habitual animation. There are people who can be communicated with. Time is infinite too. But the scarcity of words. The feeble ‘I’ of self-confined man has forgotten to feel and taste the gratification. Self-amorousness has been monotonous too to the self-forgetful generation. Now the entire globe is at the threshold of the crisis of our supreme being due to irreparable loss and unexpected injury. But for a compact ending of plays associated with human life, nobody pays attention to the rest of machine-led lives from the acts of queer kind being played in the global theatrical stage. So the time for self-introspection is ahead. Now it is the supreme time to have what is always beyond our reach. It is also the appropriate time to explore the intuition of mind and human being lost. A sort of seclusion exists behind such a creative portraiture. But no one needs to go to isolated forest and summit of hills for such seclusion. As freedom can be tasted from countless bondages of the mundane world, revelation of self-freedom can be attained in the expression of sensuousness. At the same time, emancipation can be met. A stark contrast is hidden in this truth in the time of new humanisation. It is evident on the one hand that universal life is being destabilized by fragmentation. On the other hand, it is equally true that the fatality of death is being avoided and excellent creations are being innovated by the man himself. In the realm of regular circumstances, the fetus of imagination, for the sake of its outcome, has tried to feel the pleasure of creation. But it has been witnessed that this peace of creation has deserted the man. Then the questions related to the happiness of the earthly life begin to come in contact with the isolated human minds -- Why such solitude yet?” Why do human beings think that they are alone after attainment and possession of everything? The quest for its apt answer is the focused subject matter of this essay entitled not only with special reference to the poem ‘Bodh’ by Jibanananda Das but many philosophical and rational citations from Bengali literature. Even in the circumstantial crisis of life the semi-conscious and hostile human minds get addicted more to the application of the conjunction ‘still’ the justification of which is another remarkable aspect of this discourse. Not only that, the essayist is out and out focused and will shed light on how and why ‘জানিবার গাঢ় বেদনা’ makes the man bound to solitude. Finaly why man will accept the expedition from the intention of ‘oneness’ and sail to purgation from the material earth will be the sole priority of this discourse with the help of analytical research and philosophy-embedded discussions.