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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.

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.

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.

Happy diwali

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.

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?

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

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