I was standing on a hilltop
watching down below
the valley was studded with ruins
ancient abodes of a lost race.
Some of them in ruins
some were still standing tall
after braving the nature’s challenges
for years after years
I saw her coming out of there
draped in a sky blue dress
her dress was flowing in wind
like some beautiful dream.
Was she there to worship?
in some ancient temple..
or did she went there to feel
the mystery of that ancient race.
She made a beautiful picture
that much I can say
oh she added a gorgeous colour
in those lonely, ancient ruins.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
touch
In this walk of life
We meet so many people
They touch our lives
In their unique ways.
Some come and go
Like a breeze of fresh air
Some suffocate and choke us
Making us pray that they go.
Some shower us with kindness
Like summer rain
Some fill up our lives
Like monsoon rain.
They come and go
With or without footprints
Just like waves of ocean
Or the rays of sun.
We meet so many people
They touch our lives
In their unique ways.
Some come and go
Like a breeze of fresh air
Some suffocate and choke us
Making us pray that they go.
Some shower us with kindness
Like summer rain
Some fill up our lives
Like monsoon rain.
They come and go
With or without footprints
Just like waves of ocean
Or the rays of sun.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Little one
I saw you standing there
outside my window
underneath the cherry tree
the tree was full of flowers.
Flowers pinkish and white
just like your lovely face
they dropped down upon you
as if they wanted to bless.
You stood there looking at them
with deepest love and happiness
as if you have found paradise
in your very home garden.
You taught me blessings come
to those who can see through
its flimsy disguise
and relish the wonder of life.
outside my window
underneath the cherry tree
the tree was full of flowers.
Flowers pinkish and white
just like your lovely face
they dropped down upon you
as if they wanted to bless.
You stood there looking at them
with deepest love and happiness
as if you have found paradise
in your very home garden.
You taught me blessings come
to those who can see through
its flimsy disguise
and relish the wonder of life.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
when they came...
When they came for the darkies, I did not say anything because I wasnot a darkie.
When they came for the low castes, I did not say anything for I wasnot a low caste.
When they came for the maimed, I did not said anything for I wasnnot maimed.
When they came for the women, I did not said anything for I wasnot a woman.
When they came for the weak, I did not said anything for I wasnot weak.
And when they came for me, no one said anything for there was no-one left to speak.
A German Poem written in Nazi Era.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
So happy
A poem for my intent angels:
A lonely butterfly lost its way
it was wandering in the desert
with no sight of flowers
no view of shrubs or trees.
It met a high mountain
blocking the vision
part of its heart said
quit fighting give up.
Something inside it said
lets try and see what comes
it flew high, high and higher
and it reached the other side.
Its tiny wings danced with joy
when it was welcomed by a
valley full of flowers and
thousands of tiny, little butterflies.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
staying home, doing nothing :)
Well I am staying home, doing nothing (as per current social views) though I humbly contradict with them, I may not be earning money, a single rupee but I do work guys, I cook, clean, do all sort of things which home runners do… ha ha!!!! This taunt is for my friends who have bugged me to no end since january, “how could you stay at home doing nothing!!!! Go out and get a job. Or do some tutions from home.. do any thing!!! Get out of home!!!” … I play deaf with them and love it.
How mindsets change with time. When I was approaching my youth my family did not co operated me in my career, because they thought nice ladies don’t work.
Yes, that’s how it is still thought in some of small town reputed famillies. So they acted like anti current to all my career attempts.
As a result I could not make a proper career and started to try for private concern jobs after crossing my thirties. My sole intention behind joining jobs was more passing time than earning money. Soon I found out that the level of sacrifice required to work in these small organisation is not worth the trouble. Actually I wont take the earth in lieu of that much sacrifice.
I preferred utilising my time at home, which consists of only two people (mostly me, because my brother stays out of west bengal mostly). I was actually planning to work as a MT from home this plan was derailed by a failed medical transcription in a fraud institute. I ended up losing twenty thousand rupee, six months and a job (the one I left to join this organisation).
But for the part of staying at home, when I look back I feel content about decision, staying at home instead of working for these small organisations. Which don’t offer the minimum salary or work environment to their employees. These organisations shamelessly encash the unemployment of the country and play with their health and safety. Which can be swallowed by people who dont have enough to eat but not by a person who is educated and have enough qualifications and certainly dignity.
I still remember my last office, which was a perfect nightmare partly due to extreme rudeness of one of the bosses (i will give him 1000 in scale of 100 for rudeness) and atleast half a dozen of other reasons.
They almost succeeded in killing/maiming me by crashing false ceiling on me, it was sheer luck that I shifted my position a few seconds before that ceiling crashed down.
The ceiling was being pulled down and i was instructed to stay in the office, they were away. none of the persons pulling down told me that if that ceiling crashed on my head it will atleast disfigure me. I certainly asked them.
My bosses were certainly safe, far away from office, I was left to guard it.
Wherever I go I will not forget the two years I spent in that organisation and their shameless exploitation of their employees. But they they helped me to finally make up my mind, after ten years of trying my luck in small private concerns...
In place of wasting my toil after these people I prefer staying at home and improving my writing skills… its far better utilisation of time.
How mindsets change with time. When I was approaching my youth my family did not co operated me in my career, because they thought nice ladies don’t work.
Yes, that’s how it is still thought in some of small town reputed famillies. So they acted like anti current to all my career attempts.
As a result I could not make a proper career and started to try for private concern jobs after crossing my thirties. My sole intention behind joining jobs was more passing time than earning money. Soon I found out that the level of sacrifice required to work in these small organisation is not worth the trouble. Actually I wont take the earth in lieu of that much sacrifice.
I preferred utilising my time at home, which consists of only two people (mostly me, because my brother stays out of west bengal mostly). I was actually planning to work as a MT from home this plan was derailed by a failed medical transcription in a fraud institute. I ended up losing twenty thousand rupee, six months and a job (the one I left to join this organisation).
But for the part of staying at home, when I look back I feel content about decision, staying at home instead of working for these small organisations. Which don’t offer the minimum salary or work environment to their employees. These organisations shamelessly encash the unemployment of the country and play with their health and safety. Which can be swallowed by people who dont have enough to eat but not by a person who is educated and have enough qualifications and certainly dignity.
I still remember my last office, which was a perfect nightmare partly due to extreme rudeness of one of the bosses (i will give him 1000 in scale of 100 for rudeness) and atleast half a dozen of other reasons.
They almost succeeded in killing/maiming me by crashing false ceiling on me, it was sheer luck that I shifted my position a few seconds before that ceiling crashed down.
The ceiling was being pulled down and i was instructed to stay in the office, they were away. none of the persons pulling down told me that if that ceiling crashed on my head it will atleast disfigure me. I certainly asked them.
My bosses were certainly safe, far away from office, I was left to guard it.
Wherever I go I will not forget the two years I spent in that organisation and their shameless exploitation of their employees. But they they helped me to finally make up my mind, after ten years of trying my luck in small private concerns...
In place of wasting my toil after these people I prefer staying at home and improving my writing skills… its far better utilisation of time.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Kalipuja
Most of the urban Bengalis celebrate deepawali, but to some rare and lucky people like me, who have a “desher bari aka family home in village” are blessed with the chance of celebrating the real Kalipuja.
Well, let me warn you in the very beginning its not for feeble hearted people.
My ancestral home is under Khandaghosh P.S., its an old single storied home, atleast a few hundred years old, surrounded by ruins of our earlier abodes. The scenery is simply mind blowing.
On one side there is river damodar with its vast spread banks of sand and small gardens, on the other side are ruins, bushes, trees, bamboo groves and empty land.
Our home lights up only five days per year, during the durgapuja, when the entire family gathers. They bring generator sets and electricians who light up the entire house. It is enveloped in darkness through out the remaining year, the only mean of light is primitive forms like lantern and candle.
I have been to the Kalipuja a few times only, the place is not very safe so I had to stop myself from visiting regularly, but the memory of those puja is never to be erased from my heart and mind.
Kalipuja starts at midnight of the amavasya and the idol is immersed on bhaiphonta aka bhaidooj (the day after kalipuja). We - I, my two siblings and my uncle used to land in home at about noon of Kalipuja, after that my uncle used to leave to locate the purohit and see if the preparations are going in the right direction, and we used to fish out the pradeeps to clean them up and fill them with oil.
We used to place them all around the house after the dusk has settled in, with the help of others. I still rue the lack of a good camera, by which we could take the snap of that marvelous picture which those lighted pradeeps used to make at night.
Those of you who have a little imagination can just close your eyes and imagine a very old house surrounded by utter darkness. Only the house is lighted with simmering pradeeps, lined up beautifully against the dark sky and the dark surroundings. I still can see that scene after ten years in my mind’s eye.
After the puja used to start we used to gather in the pujamandap with handcounted villagers, who had sacrificed the funs of crackers to attend the puja. The pujamandap used to be dimly lit, with a couple of lanterns and petromaxes (a lantern like thing which burns atleast ten times brighter). We used to silently sit there, half dozing or watching the puja.
I used to slip out before the balidan (animal sacrifice), and go to the home, and sit at the gate, silently watching the people of Burdwan bursting crackers. As the only thing between Burdwan and my village was vast bank of Damodar river and the river itself I could see the bright crackers.
That’s a non forgettable memory. Not a single soul any where, just me and the silent surroundings. The sky full of stars, a silent dark row of ruined rooms where once was atithishala (rooms for travellers seeking shelter for night), and our own ancestor’s abodes, a sleepy riverbank lined by trees, the sky full of light of firecrackers.
We used to return the next morning, the purohit used to take care of the puja of the remaining two days, and the bisarjan.
Monday, October 12, 2009
INTENT.COM
Some experiences become a part of our soul. I stumbled into intent.com looking for some details about actor rahul bose.. and found out a treasure trove.
Intent.com and its bloggers changed my opinion about human beings permanently. Very frankly speaking I have never seen so many unselfish and affectionate persons under the same roof aka in the same website.
Intent server crashed on 23rd September, the day my computer crashed, I have not been able to log in since then..
This durgapuja has brought boons in disguise of irritation.. first I got over my addiction of internet + computer, second I got over my hyper addiction of intent. the intent server is still not up. But when it will I will most probably not log in, because I used to spend 8-10 hours there, which is impossible for me now, because I have sliced down my computer hours to one third and am busy writing stories.
But I have plans of getting broadband connection, then I certainly will be able to squeeze out some time for intent. till then this fabulous site and its priceless people will stay in my heart and soul.
Intent.com and its bloggers changed my opinion about human beings permanently. Very frankly speaking I have never seen so many unselfish and affectionate persons under the same roof aka in the same website.
Intent server crashed on 23rd September, the day my computer crashed, I have not been able to log in since then..
This durgapuja has brought boons in disguise of irritation.. first I got over my addiction of internet + computer, second I got over my hyper addiction of intent. the intent server is still not up. But when it will I will most probably not log in, because I used to spend 8-10 hours there, which is impossible for me now, because I have sliced down my computer hours to one third and am busy writing stories.
But I have plans of getting broadband connection, then I certainly will be able to squeeze out some time for intent. till then this fabulous site and its priceless people will stay in my heart and soul.
Friday, October 9, 2009
touche
Well, I have only one feeling toward politics .. I hate it. in my eyes it’s the greatest business in today’s world which reaps golden harvest without any investment or with the investment of sheer sweet nothings. So I observe the activities of politician completely without interest..
Lately it has started to appear that indian politicians have started to suffer from a clinical condition where the skin of a person becomes extremely thin.
First the incident of shashi tharoor, second the incident of the kerala cop who called rahul gandhi “our friend”.. every thing points towards it. I think rahul gandhi is very sincerely trying to prove it that he wants to bridge the gap between the true citizens of india (people who live in mud walled huts) and the would be prime minister of india. Though just like majority I too don’t like the way he ignores his safety. I have a deep trust that he will turn out to be a good prime minister and most probably he will do something for the deprived people of the country.
Now back to the clinical condition, as I don’t count rahul gandhi among one of my enemies.. I have nothing against the poor cop who called him “friend” I think that showed his sweetness.
Is it our dignity that gets hurt in these incidences or ego?
Lately it has started to appear that indian politicians have started to suffer from a clinical condition where the skin of a person becomes extremely thin.
First the incident of shashi tharoor, second the incident of the kerala cop who called rahul gandhi “our friend”.. every thing points towards it. I think rahul gandhi is very sincerely trying to prove it that he wants to bridge the gap between the true citizens of india (people who live in mud walled huts) and the would be prime minister of india. Though just like majority I too don’t like the way he ignores his safety. I have a deep trust that he will turn out to be a good prime minister and most probably he will do something for the deprived people of the country.
Now back to the clinical condition, as I don’t count rahul gandhi among one of my enemies.. I have nothing against the poor cop who called him “friend” I think that showed his sweetness.
Is it our dignity that gets hurt in these incidences or ego?
Monday, October 5, 2009
an urgent mystery
Once upon a time i had a vodafone connection.. I really had a nightmarish experience due to that number.
I have written an article about that in one of my blogs. Due that horrible experience i did not re-issued the number when my cell was lost and i froze that number in september or so last year.
I recently came to know that the number has been re-issued to someone else, i wrote a mail to vodafone's customer care and am waiting for their reply. i sincerely hope that they have re-issued that number to someone else and someone is not using a duplicate sim.
the articles containing the experience:
1. http://thoughts69.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!E630901C3C73A420!425.entry
2. http://thoughts69.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!E630901C3C73A420!415.entry
I have written an article about that in one of my blogs. Due that horrible experience i did not re-issued the number when my cell was lost and i froze that number in september or so last year.
I recently came to know that the number has been re-issued to someone else, i wrote a mail to vodafone's customer care and am waiting for their reply. i sincerely hope that they have re-issued that number to someone else and someone is not using a duplicate sim.
the articles containing the experience:
1. http://thoughts69.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!E630901C3C73A420!425.entry
2. http://thoughts69.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!E630901C3C73A420!415.entry
well they have graciously informed me that they have issued the number to some one else.. happy riddance is all i can say.
accidents
What does a homebird (a very content one) does when her computer crashes without a notice?
Mine did, on 23rd night, here i was sending a message to a friend and the monitor went black.
I did not panicked because it was second time, first time I did.. :) i was absolutely miserable when it happened in July. I tried every possible thing, opened all the sockets and plugs of the computer and the monitor, tried to inspect them as much as i could with my zero knowledge in hardware.. every thing failed :)
the service guy graciously appeared after a week and said a circuit was burnt, he replaced the circuit.
so this time when it happened i simply called up my brother, who was out of station, he in turn called up the service guy ... :) he too was out of station.. ha ha!!!!
he returned the day after, when i called him up he asked me (almost in tears) if i can manage the days of durgapuja (24th to 28th), he will be here on 30th even if the world is under ten feet of water.. i got my new monitor as puja gift on 1st, he is still to show up.
I started my surprise puja vacation (vacation from computer) with bankim chandra chatterjee, read his book (complete collection of his works) for the nth time.
next i started to read bhagwat geeta and taking snaps from my cellphone .. the shooting ground was every thing i could capture through my windows. i truly relished this durgapuja to the core.. the blue sky, white clouds, green trees and occassional dark clouds.. they left me fully alive and in love with this adorable planet.
well any one who wants to check those snaps can check in my blog justmycell.blogspot.com
Mine did, on 23rd night, here i was sending a message to a friend and the monitor went black.
I did not panicked because it was second time, first time I did.. :) i was absolutely miserable when it happened in July. I tried every possible thing, opened all the sockets and plugs of the computer and the monitor, tried to inspect them as much as i could with my zero knowledge in hardware.. every thing failed :)
the service guy graciously appeared after a week and said a circuit was burnt, he replaced the circuit.
so this time when it happened i simply called up my brother, who was out of station, he in turn called up the service guy ... :) he too was out of station.. ha ha!!!!
he returned the day after, when i called him up he asked me (almost in tears) if i can manage the days of durgapuja (24th to 28th), he will be here on 30th even if the world is under ten feet of water.. i got my new monitor as puja gift on 1st, he is still to show up.
I started my surprise puja vacation (vacation from computer) with bankim chandra chatterjee, read his book (complete collection of his works) for the nth time.
next i started to read bhagwat geeta and taking snaps from my cellphone .. the shooting ground was every thing i could capture through my windows. i truly relished this durgapuja to the core.. the blue sky, white clouds, green trees and occassional dark clouds.. they left me fully alive and in love with this adorable planet.
well any one who wants to check those snaps can check in my blog justmycell.blogspot.com
Friday, September 4, 2009
a brush dipped in gold
Happy Festive seasons:
Eid Mubarak, Shubh Navratri and
Shubho Bijoyadashami, Lakshmipuja
Monday, August 17, 2009
true path
Last night I was dreaming
as if I was standing on a cloud
watching down on the blue earth
spinning gloriously below my feet.
Above me were two loving eyes
looking down upon the earth
and at me with a soft tenderness
the way a mother looks at her own.
Softly I heard a voice speak to me
I have nurtured you all for centuries
I have let you all have your will, wisdom
you have chosen your own paths to love me.
You have loved me back through all these ways
of religions, service, knowledge and pure love
they all reach me and merge inside me
so never think that any one is lost in his way.
Or I look down upon any path or follower
It doesnot matters to me if he is wise or fool
man or woman, saint or sinner, black or brown
If he loves my children, his love for me is true.
as if I was standing on a cloud
watching down on the blue earth
spinning gloriously below my feet.
Above me were two loving eyes
looking down upon the earth
and at me with a soft tenderness
the way a mother looks at her own.
Softly I heard a voice speak to me
I have nurtured you all for centuries
I have let you all have your will, wisdom
you have chosen your own paths to love me.
You have loved me back through all these ways
of religions, service, knowledge and pure love
they all reach me and merge inside me
so never think that any one is lost in his way.
Or I look down upon any path or follower
It doesnot matters to me if he is wise or fool
man or woman, saint or sinner, black or brown
If he loves my children, his love for me is true.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
flame of liberty
A burning flame imprisoned
in a chamber made of steel
created by a cruel despot.
The despot in his blind pride
forgot power and rage of fire
thought he had her under him.
He has conquered her forever
he bolted the chamber and slept.
Alas, after sealing the door
he left, got involved in chasing
other dreams, conquering others.
The chained flame started to shine
her glory melted down the steel.
It cracked open, tethered to pieces.
Her light melted darkness around
the despot returned to see her raging.
in a chamber made of steel
created by a cruel despot.
The despot in his blind pride
forgot power and rage of fire
thought he had her under him.
He has conquered her forever
he bolted the chamber and slept.
Alas, after sealing the door
he left, got involved in chasing
other dreams, conquering others.
The chained flame started to shine
her glory melted down the steel.
It cracked open, tethered to pieces.
Her light melted darkness around
the despot returned to see her raging.
luminous moon
You think you are the only one?
at whom cruel folks smirk?
and snigger and taunt?
pointing out each folly of yours?
no my dear, adorable soul
the fault lies not in you
nor are you a rare unfortunate,
these things are suffered by all.
Some people lose love somewhere
they forget to accept other's faults
instead of looking for beauty in moon
they start to search only the dark spots
soon they overlook the luminous moon
and stare at only the dark spots it holds.
When you come across them remember
you are the luminous moon with dark spots.
at whom cruel folks smirk?
and snigger and taunt?
pointing out each folly of yours?
no my dear, adorable soul
the fault lies not in you
nor are you a rare unfortunate,
these things are suffered by all.
Some people lose love somewhere
they forget to accept other's faults
instead of looking for beauty in moon
they start to search only the dark spots
soon they overlook the luminous moon
and stare at only the dark spots it holds.
When you come across them remember
you are the luminous moon with dark spots.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Th e key
Your whole hearted love went unanswered,
may be he did not even treated you nice,
that’s not because you are wrong, or he is
that’s because he doesnot holds the key.
The key which will reveal YOU to him
so he can see the glorious creature you are
even Jesus did not received the proper return
for all that love he showered on us.
Every heart doesnot holds the key to each heart
we just sometimes fail to see the beauty
when your love is unanswered don’t be sad
just look around yourself and be happy.
There are so many hearts waiting with key
to your heart, eagerly waiting to reveal
the fabulous being you are to them
just surrender your heart to one of them.
true love
Don’t even dream in your
most childish fanciful dream that
a person who truly loves you
will follow you around the world.
Two type of people love too deeply...
One are those who love with whole heart
and demand the same from the mate.
The moment you fail completely.. they go!
For they know with that loving heart
they will find another mate soon.
So instead of ruining your peace
by begging for your love.. they move on.
Second are those who love very rare,
but love with all heart, soul and more.
They will think of only your happiness
So again, they will let you chase happiness.
most childish fanciful dream that
a person who truly loves you
will follow you around the world.
Two type of people love too deeply...
One are those who love with whole heart
and demand the same from the mate.
The moment you fail completely.. they go!
For they know with that loving heart
they will find another mate soon.
So instead of ruining your peace
by begging for your love.. they move on.
Second are those who love very rare,
but love with all heart, soul and more.
They will think of only your happiness
So again, they will let you chase happiness.
Friday, August 7, 2009
distant moon
No don’t let those fingers slip
The way they are clutching yours
Shows a love too much deep
The one you love has never shared
Her feelings with you or cared
Even though you have told her
Atleast one hundred thousand time
May be she will never love you.
I agree you adore the full moon
And an earthen lamp adores you
But just think, the moon is distant
She may never come down to kiss you
the other one is filling up your nights
with her light may be softer and gentler
But more true and reliable than the
Distant, forever, unreachable moon.
The way they are clutching yours
Shows a love too much deep
The one you love has never shared
Her feelings with you or cared
Even though you have told her
Atleast one hundred thousand time
May be she will never love you.
I agree you adore the full moon
And an earthen lamp adores you
But just think, the moon is distant
She may never come down to kiss you
the other one is filling up your nights
with her light may be softer and gentler
But more true and reliable than the
Distant, forever, unreachable moon.
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