Who is GOD ???

Who is God ?? 

Yes you may come up with some answers like God is Superstition ... God is believe .... God is in Temples, Churche, Mosque, Gurudwara ... God is Tradition and God is nothing...


Different people persist different believe and there the concept of God arises ... and from there on the concept of Atheism and Theism comes too... A Theist tends to believe that Deity exists and an Atheist will never agree to it.

If you ask me who am I between these two I will answer I am a pure Theist. I do believe in that supreme natural power whom I think as GOD...

Who is God ?? God is that invisible power within us which controls us in positive direction and keeps us forwarded. Even for me achieving something good which gives me immense pleasure is like meeting up with God.. and for everyone it is.. Even an Atheist too feels inseparable joy of achieving something. That feeling is highly spiritual and motivational. Isn't that GOD ?? GOD is the POWER.. within us, within the Nature, within the atmosphere and within the whole Universe... God is Love ... God is POSITIVISM ....

For me meeting up with God, the immense power is to find the way where I can be lost somewhere ... detached from the outer chaos and rest in peace... Be it Dance, Music, Singing out loud or Gazing at some unusual picturesque scenario ... 

And yes I do believe in Indian Myths, and ancient Hindu Texts. They are supernatural but somehow I love to read them and there I find GOD ....

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It's not the city where I used to live once ....

Everyday in the morning, while opening the newspaper I hope to not see any dark news headlines on women molestation especially in my state. But for past few years, scenario has been changed drastically and the headlines give my brain a harsh kick to stop imagining of such positive prayers. 

Yes, I am born and brought up in this city which was once a pride for me to fiercely state that "Kolkata is much safer than other metro cities". Because earlier I never had any fear of moving out at evening and coming home around 10. I knew that nothing bad would be going to happen at least, no one could have that guts to drag me and then slap me or molest me in public place or rape me. Though I am stating that there were no records of such incidents earlier, but not at this rate. Now opening a newspaper implies to move a step forward to the door of scary nightmares and insecure thoughts and recently another news came up here where the girl was dragged, slapped and beaten in front of the crowded mall just because she refused to marry the guy she was dating once. So girls, remember you have lost that option too to express your opinion. I don't understand how does  a man get this much gut to beat a woman in front of public place. Even some boy friends too beat up, slap, pull and drag his partner in public place. Insane .. so in yesterday's matter, it was stated like the crowd watched but did not help the victim even after she asked for help. Yes, we all have become numb, dumb and technically paralyzed. Don't you think some incidents have made us to be like that ??  If someone is protesting against anything wrong, what do they actually get in return ?? Losing life brutally. And yes Bengal has recently seen that incident where the boy was brutally killed into many pieces and on the other hand Bengal has heard a M.P to threaten openly in public sphere to rape the opponent parties women relations, where the so called M.P proudly providing heated enthusiasm to all rowdies to act the worst more and more.   And at last where our beloved C.M calls these all incidents SMALL !! Then how will we protest without any fear ? How will we be assured of getting proper justice ? How will we go out at night around a silent street without carrying any fear? It is the state being ruled by a woman right ?? Then why are we all women suffering in this city most after Delhi ? Why has suddenly the tag with the most unsafe city got stuck over Kolkata ?? 

This is surely not the city where I used to live once !! 

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It must had to be ....DANCE

Question is "If you could study/specialize in any subject in the UK,what would it be,where and why?"

and here goes my Answer..

I love to learn things which I love, so collectively they will need to appear in one big agenda.But if someone is asking me straight to pick the only one subject of my choice which I would love to study then with no hesitation it has to be DANCE and only DANCE... one of my earnest wish [I don't know whether that will happen or not in my lifetime] is to learn all genre of dance styles throughout the world, be it this or that, anything and another wish is to spend my days and nights with learning it and breathing the essence of dance into my soul which is really quite imaginary as it becomes very hard for me sometimes to carry my work and passion together with 100% input. I believe nothing can become perfect without pure dedication and concentration. Anyways I have started getting into reality and all .. Mercy !! I was talking about my wish right? yes nothing costs to dream and imagine.So I do daydream about this a lot will keep sighting on it...

If the place would not have been mentioned, I would definitely pen down the places in India where I do keep wishes to go and study DANCE but as it has been mentioned particularly UK, I must have to tell my wish to learn the ENGLISH BALLET.

                                      

When I start taking the name of ENGLISH BALLET , the only dance-drama comes in my mind is the 'SWAN LAKE'...and obviously this dream came just at the point when I was watching my best DANCE movie 'BLACK SWAN'.Many times I thought to write about this movie but could not end up with writing it. You know sometimes few things become too precious to describe through words.This movie is such a masterpiece of DANCE for me [it inspired me so much, and brought me goosebumps at the end] that I could not write about it. But today at last for the sake of this post I am jotting down some words for it.

Why English Ballet and Where ??

As mentioned above that I could only feel the soul of this dance after watching the movie. Swan Lake is a very famous ballet performance and many groups perform it as much as I know.But watching the movie was like seeing a live performance of Swan Lake and more over that it was like feeling the same pain, tension,nightmares, fear of achievement/failure and hard work of one performer before a performance. I thought of everything after the movie- the Ballet footwork, body fitness, gesture, needy expressions and obviously the final stage performance with 100% input where Natalie had to give her best , where she was the hero for that moment and where she was applauded with the final ovation from the audience & her teacher and at last but not the list how far can a performer get into the character? these are what which inspires me always from this movie to learn Ballet, a soft, subtle, a painsome lyrical dance. Right after watching the movie I did Google a lot about the institutions, costume, basics and blah blah. I would love to learn it from THE ENGLISH NATIONAL BALLET because it is the oldest as much as I know and would love to live a student life to be a BALLERINA

my best scene where she realizes that she is the best
and totally into the character of BLACK SWAN..
she did it !! 

Finally my answer would be ENGLISH BALLET from THE ENGLISH NATIONAL BALLET..

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A cold love story ....

A chilled love / A chilling love or A cold love anything can be the meaning of Sillunu Oru Kadhal, a 2006 tamil movie.

No it's not that I have recently watched the movie and jotting down my experience like I always have been doing for past posts.Probably this movie is the one Tamil movie that is closest to my heart. Whether millions of movie I watch or love, no other best movies can fade this away from my heart ever. It may not have the best script or story or best cast of the world but I would love to love it forever. This movie is kind of an old photograph for me. The older it becomes, I get it more valuable and hug it tight to feel the moments I bound with it.

How I became addicted to this movie?

Tenderness no 1 :

Oh! it started a long years ago.I was an adult kid then.First encounter with this movie was at my college auditorium where then screened this movie. It was one of the regular nights of 2007 and probably that time I could not make Tamil my cup of tea.So literally didn't make any interest over it and left the movie before intermission.I clearly remember that scene was "the mechanic part of Surya" [People who have watched it can guess.Yes Yes where Surya was being called Mechanic and the melodrama of frustration started in between him and Jyothika]. But who knew, neither I nor the total movie that it could make a safe shelter inside my heart somewhere at a corner forever and yes from this movie I am still a big fan of Surya !!

Tenderness no 2 :

Munbe Vaa!! and again no other song can take any challenge to beat its place at my heart shore. This was the first Tamil song for me to fall in love with, this was the first Tamil song of Shreya Ghoshal to hear & this was the first Tamil song for me to learn with love.I remember the day I heard it first on a radio station, the frequency pitch was not perfect to tune in. I just heard the voice of Shreya with a melodious tune. I was trying my best to move my cell to get the right frequency. Alas ! but then with the help of other hostel mates  I could find it and learned it thoroughly.From then this tune has never left its space from my lips to hum with.I inhaled each and every words of it and still breathing in & sure will do it for lifetime.This is the only song which I used to sing everywhere on any Tamil song request from hostel to any friend's home and they used to like hearing that song from a non Tamilian too.I could never delete this song from my phone, no matter for how many times I have formatted it. A.R Rahman Sir has to be credited for all this. His background scores and the melodious music is so much alive.


Tenderness no 3 :

It's the movie itself. I don't know how many times I have watched it. right from the beginning till the end each scene, each dialogue can be murmured inside of me.A perfect & practical amalgamation of present & past life anyone can have. Everything is destined to happen and whatever has to happen ,happens with certainty.The sudden twists and turns in Gautham's life can be common to happen. the love life of Gautham [present and past both] are intense,deep and true to  be true.

My favorite scenes 

• When Gautham & Jahnvi share a cozy rapport, quality time and party together in a friendly way & when Gautham shouts at balcony "I am the happiest man in the world".
• The pages of diary part where Jahnvi reads Gautham's past story of college from his treasured and lost diary. What a brilliant, pure and beautiful portrayal of first love. Everytime I watched it, I wanted to fall in love for the first time again and again.The love story of past which was fading away with the dust was delicate and sensitive to cherish through the pages of an old diary.
• When Gautham got to know that Ishwarya too had the same feeling towards him and understood that she proposed him. How honest confession was there in that proposal?The joy of falling in love for the first time is like a blossoming flower or newly freed bird that wants to fly & where everyone wants to do the craziest possibilities.
• Love Munbe Vaa video. It was again the first Tamil video which I used to have in my cell and me and my roommates used to watch it like innocent hungry dog.How beautiful was Bhumika and Surya together. A typical college love. Full of innocence and purity.
• The pain Jahnvi went through while reading the diary.Her falling teardrops while exploring Ishwarya were pathetic and fearful as a wife.Getting to know the unknown and incomplete sad love story of your beloved husband is a mixed feeling.
• The night chats under the blanket Ishwarya used to have were very real !!
• When Jahnvi finally gets to know that Ishwarya has left them and sacrificed her only old love forever for the sake of Gautham as she could not find the same love Gautham used to have in his eyes for her once upon a time.
• The trios character were brilliant from their point of view.

My post might have been absurd or weird. I could make this post a bit better either. But I didn't think while writing it and whatever came, I just jotted them down.

My old 7 years of memory....

For those who still haven't heard this song

I bet you can not end up liking this song.

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Princess Bride

|| Countless moonlit nights

knitting you both with a blessed curse,

there you are far away

staring at the sky and stars ...

& whispering through her deaf ears ||

(smiles)

|| JULIET  is staring at the bright yellow moon,

& waiting at her balcony to see you soon ...

Feeling your murmurs inside

her heart,

wobbling her hair with 

light finger touch ... ||

|| Breezy air kisses her mind,body and soul,

pokes her even more

to miss you much

as such

getting lost in her dreamy station

to have an immense session

and running towards the infinite sky,

to merge her soul with her

ROMEO as a PRINCESS BRIDE ||

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Aren't you CORRUPTED ???

Corruption... A heavy and hot topic for writing essays and playing debates.News,Media and other social mediums are always busy to highlight about the corruptions and the effects of corruptions.Ask any one "What do you want to say about the corruption running in India ?" ..you will be able to hear so many words and lectures against Corruption.More over that we always blame the ministers,the politicians.

Now a question from me.... 

Keep your hands over your mind and ask yourself "Am I not Corrupted ??"... 95% of us will answer " Yes ".. Or may be we can skip that too due to our superficial nature to hide the truth.

The world has changed but the myths are not.The myths and proverbs still say Honesty is the great virtue.But how many of us follow it ?? How many of us do keep our mind clear and how many of us do keep our ethics in mind ?? Very few.Parents and teachers still teach their children and students to be honest,to not lie and to not cheat on someone.But while at their workplace or anywhere, if time and opportunity permit,they never step back to hug the corruption.

Why ?? Because we all are more and more selfish.We always want something extra.We want to cheat our work,our duties,our ethics,our values,our authorities and at last we cheat us.We are selling our basic human values to the hands of corruption.

Say for an example, Don't we try to adjust our attendance records at our office,or colleges ? Don't we offer bribe to get rid off some problems ?? Don't we allow a Government officer to take some thing extra to get something beneficial ??Aren't we part of Corruption ??

Okay !! Let's ask someone who does this regularly with a Naked Shame and regrets nothing for this.You will hear an answer like this.."if they are doing, then why not me ?? What's there to act and behave like a good person ? What is so beneficial in there ? better to be bad and get something extra..."..

This line is not of a single person.It is of thousands may be millions.We are greedy and we are becoming money minded.We love us and only us that's why we do play trick at office to give a tight mental slap to others or to beat the others.We killed the innocent,honest people who once tried to raise their voice up with their honest intention and will to stand against this corruption of society.We still play trick to let the GOOD men down and we love to invite them in our dirty world.We are much competitive,we are lazy to achieve our goal in straight way,we love bypasses.We sell our emotions and we sell our self respects.We are still shameless.We stand with a bare black face and dirty nasty hands and pretend to be happy.We are humans.We are the part of this CORRUPTED space.

But still we will say,India is corrupted,nothing can be done with this country.

Funny na ??? It is like.. khud iss bhid ka hissa hain and khudi ko takleef hain...

In Bengali there is proverb...

"Annay je kore ebong Annay je shohe

Dujonei soman Oporadhi"

which means.. those who does the wrong and who allows and tolerates the wrong are both equally punishable..

I feel good and proud that I still remember and follow these lines taught by my mother..

Feel pity for those mentally ill people who support this with a 0% shame and hate them literally who have forgotten these values completely...

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Where is SIMPLICITY ???

"Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication"

Hope you are aware of this pro-verb.But please tell me the meaning of it ? Does it mean to dress up simple or to keep your mind simple ??

And please tell me,who gives the proper value of a simple 'Sada mata' human being ?? Today the world has crossed the threshold of all manners.People like everything unreal,there is no value for the true,rooted,sacha honest insaan... !! Few people also claim to be very simple by their get up and their outlook but if you can dig their heart and get into it,you can not find any kind of simplicity.

Simple people are always ignored and kept aside..

Innocence has lost it's ways to survive,People are busy at faking their smiles and showing off their money ans status.Simple life style has no value and meaning to the so called "Bhodro cultured society"...

Haye re haye

E ami kemon duniyaye ??

jekhane manush hashe nokol,

bole kichu dhar kora kotha

ebong dekhanor ichha probol,

noile naki kata jabe tader matha ....

Sadamata hashi pare na 

tara hashte,

poishar gorom,ar tahader class

dekhaye namte namte...

Gunire kore na somman

jodi shey hoye otibo sadharon,

korte bhole na opoman

shei choritroban  byaktigon !!

Ore gadha !! 

toder boli ki hethaye !!

bhulis na tor chilo na kichui

jokhon tui esechilis ei duniyaye

tui jabio ekdin eka

tobe hos keno eto neka ??

Keno re tora 

bachte paris na sadharon ekti jibon ??

Eto dekhiye hobei ba ki ??

pabi ki kono "Manik dhon" ??

Sorry for writing this poem in Bengali...Actually your emotional outcome can be best expressed in your mother tongue... So for me too happened like this .. and another small message !! Please stop claiming to be simple,if you don't have a good and kind innocent heart..Having a simple and honest soul with no choose and pick habits are the real GOLDEN hearts.... 

P.S I have learnt a very good lesson from "Choti Si Baat" a movie of Basu Chatterjee. A must watch for all who are the so called "SADAMATA / BHOLABHALA " insaan !! Sometimes it's good to make the ugly people realize that who you are and what you can do .... Else this strange world with some strange people will never recognize the original "MANICKDHON"...

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Diary of an unusual Teen

It's half past 6 at morning.My eyes have opened themselves with a lagging mood.I am hardly able to see anything.My senses are not in their place properly right now.But I have to get up and stand with my senses and action. (sigh) No one is going to ask me why am I feeling so tired and lethargic ? No one is going to ask me what are these red and black dusky spots on my face and hands for ? 

(long Sigh again )

I know that and I don't expect that too.But these are paining now.I can't even touch them. (Aaah .. yelling).No doubt yesterday my father drunk so much.But how could I see him beating my mother in a beastly manner.I had to protect my mother.Already she has her half face burnt which was a tragic incident few years ago. (chuckles) Except her I don't feel anybody as my own.So I protected her and as a reward got beaten up badly.

( Enough of thoughts )

Careless with this thought I have to get up now.So many works are there at home and outside too.Though this time many of my age mates are busy getting ready for school which can never be possible for me again. (mournful) I still love to open and read those books which were given to me by my school when I used to study.They used to give me good meals too.I can't have them now.I want to study but...this would not be justified if I leave my work for studies.

( long pause )

For past few days I have been going to my workplace(may be places).Rather I replaced my mother's job and working there to earn the bread of my family.My mother is sick and can't afford her health into this work.I work as maid for several houses.Some madams are very harsh to me and treats me like an ignorant.But some madams are very kind hearted. When for the first time I went as 'just a daughter of the maid' Shikha aunty gave me one nice dress of her daughter.Her daughter doesn't like to wear it so she gave me.The dress was so pretty.I have kept them safely.In some proper occasion I do wear them (Smiles with joy).

( Small pause )

I go to my workplaces by bus.The buses are heavily loaded with people.I have heard this is the 'office time' and specially at Central Jail stoppage the rush becomes more.I hardly have learnt to ride on bus and stand in a perfect style without disturbing others.Else everyone scolds at me saying that "Don't you know How to travel in bus?Just stand in a side.Don't block the main gate."I am not that tall and my hands do not reach the handles.I try to get support by holding the window rods.Anyways I love going by bus.I see so many gorgeous working ladies.They dress so good and smell so good.They use something for it,some sprays with good scent.Some madams look at me in a very rude manner.I feel bad.But it's not their fault.They are the uppers of the society.I don't feel bad for that.But I feel very scared of one thing.When I see some vulturous eyes staring at me I feel scared.They look at me and my cloths such that I haven't wore anything.I feel unsafe.They try to touch my hands and molest me.I feel like crying.But within few days I have also learnt how to deal with them and how to fight with them.Even I don't take my steps backward from hitting themselves back.I do it with silence like they do.

( Sigh with confidence )

It's true that I am sacrificing my dreams, my joy and I am sad for that too.But I am happier because I am an independent teen and I am sure that one day I am going to fulfill my dreams too with my own savings and ambition.I will not let my dreams go anyway.My story may be unusual but I am a FIGHTER and will fight for my own destiny.

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Journey with a Stranger .. Part V .. (Strangers)

Had to mention Strangers as this incident was not about a single noticeable stranger, it was about four noticeable strangers.

I don't know how do other cities get the cat fight for getting seats in public transport but in Kolkata these cat-fights are regular.No no you are wrong,it's not about the snatching and thrashing the seat but it's about who was the first to stand and wait for the seat ... but the rate of the fight varies sometimes.But out of 100% ,30 -40 % is common to see.Yes yes hold on !! I know you are getting a brief idea though but still would like to say that my this journey was not at all that much sensible or delightful.Why ? please keep on scrolling and reading.

......................

Since last night it is raining (drizzling) spontaneously.So it is definitely the ultimate enjoyable weather in Kolkata to enjoy gazing upon this old city while travelling.So I was also in a happy go lucky mood today to enjoy it while sitting at the window side of a public bus and frankly saying the bus was not at all crowded today which is very rare ha ha (*wink*)..so I was busy staring at the roads,works and pedestrians suddenly two young girls of Generation Z got up into the bus accompanied by their mother.They were very talkative and full of energy to speak louder at the public vehicle and very much careless about the other passengers.I was enjoying their giggles and loud chats though.

One of the siblings got the seat first.Good they were still chatting.Suddenly a seat got free and for that Golden hot seat cat fight started among those cute chirpy siblings and another middle aged lady.I didn't care much as I was sure that it was going to end within few seconds.But it did not...

It exploded like a volcano and the volcano's fire pit was flowing via the teen's mouth.I was wondering and was shocked to see the way a younger can insult an unknown elder stranger and more over it their mother was encouraging them to fight more.I can't explain the words they used,I can't act the way they behaved,I can't describe the way they insulted the elder.Anyways the Kolkatans are always super-hit for public bawals or protests against any unethical issue.So everyone stopped them and the fight had a cold drink at last.

Now,I would like to share one of my opinion regarding these Gen Z teens and kids.What do uneducated and illiterate words stand for ? is it of not having Super cool electronic gadgets,not wearing branded cloths ?? Especially for elders and that too strangers ? Where are moral values ,respects and a minimal tehzeeb which should be maintained while talking to elders. Is this necessary to have an over-smart attitude or to show the other negligible ? 

I wonder... Rest you comment... 

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Magic of Creation

" Saturday night " is a time when I give a real quality time to myself.I chat,I surf net,I write and I read other's blogs.I feel so good reading the different blogs.I discover new blogs and go through them.


Creation has it's own magical power.When I read some posts of some XYZ blogger,I go through their minds,their way of thinking and their scope of imagination.Some do draw everything so magically that after reading those creations I automatically start feeling so good.

Today also discovered a blog and as usual was going through it.

Loved it and my night has turned on.

Happy weekend...

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Rebirth in the 1930's

Can someone give me a chance to be born again but not in future ... It should be in the PAST... It should be the yesteryear era... like 1930 to 1990.To swallow the whole taste of the artistic era...

I wish I could experience the lifestyle of the then time.I am so so much inspired by the old Hindi movies and songs.I watch them like a mad and I listen them like a crazy deer.I ask my papa and ma to share the stories of those golden periods of 1970s and 1980s.

I can feel the way women used to dress and style.I love the way they used to wear cotton simple printed sarees and used to have some long hairdos [simple braids,simple buns and slight locks] with a small bindi on their forehead and light kajal on their eyes.I love the way men used to dress,simple pantaloons with printed shirts or khadi kurta + pajama and some special hit hairstyles be it from Shammi Kapoor's hairstyle or Rajesh Khanna's hairstyle.I enjoy the romances and dates they were familiar with.

I listen every bit of excitements which my ma and papa tell me about the then movie releases.How people used to be a movie lover and familiar to make that as the only source of entertainment.I listen how they used to book the tickets and watch the hit movies for several times.

I would love to live in the nostalgic old golden days when people were not introduced with the Television in that sense and  were in love to be with All India Radio.I want to go back there..I would love to keep my ears in front of the radio and to listen the recent releases by the Musical maestros.

hmm ... Sad but the truth is I can never take a rebirth in the past.. Let the love and respect be in my heart forever with the evergreen never shading songs and the stories of the OLD days..


While bidding good bye two sudden songs I want to dedicate to all my readers .... 

which I am listening now..

which I listened just few mins ago

[ I would love to spend a day like this ]

This space is not enough to grab all my favorite songs here.So dedicated these two past and present tracks which I am over with.

Thank you for reading this post which is surely a scribbled one rather than a proper writing.

hmm Golden Era ... The Olden Era... 








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You are friend right ??

It starts with Hello and Hi !!

Then goes on to 

some chats and Likes...

You claim to be 

the well wisher and good pal

share everything 

and assure to be the best healer..

Mins and Hours pass

the days go very fast

After some long

you prove me wrong

I don't get you

When I am down..

I poke you 

you sound dumb..

I get the fact 

that you are my friend

but not the REAL

only VIRTUAL

like the others

who comes and goes

once in a while

and goes by so often

without bidding

Hey !! don't feel bad

I am there for you friend

The Virtual FRIEND !!!

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Night of Silence

It's half past 12 at night.I am in the Big city may be the most happening city of my life.I am on a journey.A journey to watch and feel some unusuals. The unusual picture of the Night,the silent night...

The city has wrapped up itself most and still wrapping under the mosquito net and bed sheets.I am currently at the most crowded business town where fragrance of spices are causing me to sneeze,where the business and market are hiding inside small doors.I can see the whole town is getting smashed under yellow street lights.The busy bees of the hassle town are sleeping outside.Their big fat tummies are bold enough to come out and get some air of the night.Few bees are still roaming here and there and gathering together to play their tic tac toe.

In this silent city at night where everyone has wrapped themselves up,few insomniacs have started doing their job.The job to satisfy others and their financial appetite.They are standing by the streets and waiting.Waiting for their luck to favor on them for this night.They seem to be happy and having a light smile on them but I can see the pain they are going through.Few are fighting with their lucky champs and others are making fun at them.


The city is silent,the roads are happy to  have the least vehicle on them.I am running fast and faster watching at the instances and the dumb street lights who are waiting to sleep when the Sun will enlighten up the city.

Finishing the night of silence here..



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Your Common Habits

What you guys love ?? to make fun of girls every time by saying "you can't do this and that.. " or laugh at us which we do in some silly manner ...by Every jokes and troll images you love to underestimate us and share one by one...You people love to crack jokes or make fun of your wife at your office in-front of everyone.

But you forget that you (Guys) stand in some candle light march for asking respect for Women.. Is this the respect you show every time by teasing and taunting girls in bus or near some gali ki mod ??
And surely you forget that without us you feel so boring and numb .... Line maroge kisko huh ???

Pathetic to see these hypocrisy ... India will never change if this kind of mentality stays in every male citizen's mind ....

We will keep on criticizing of our Governments and will keep on having some sign boards infront of us claiming "Respect Women" and for lectures and dialoguebazii on Feminism,Indian is and will be at the top most position surely.


Sad but True... 

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I am sorry ...

I didn't want to hurt you

but did it I know..

Forgive me for the play

unwillingly which I did so..

Sorry for saying "Yes"

and triggering your hope to glow..

But I didn't mean 

to hurt you though...

Please !! 

Mercy me for saying "No"

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Salute to those Green Men

"Our God and soldier we alike adore. 

Even at the brink of danger; not before;

After deliverance, both alike requited.
Our God's forgotten, and our soldiers slighted. "

- Francis Quarles (English poet), 1632

Isn't it very true ? How many of us (the civilians) remember them usually or how many of us think of their greatness normally ?We do find their best doings only when a terror-some war or the extreme point of danger attacks us.We share thousands of pictures in Facebook claiming "One like One Salute" or "Jai Jawaan".But how many of us really get to know about how many army personnels are tributing their lives while creating the safety shield for the country ? No newspaper,no news channel ever telecast or show-cast their stories of death or any loss and damage.We see thousands of news mostly related to politics or crime daily.But hardly we get to know about the real forgotten heroes.

They sacrifice their happiness,their emotions even if they are into real trouble.Their family suffers which surely causes them to suffer but they know only one thing that they have to do for the country.
Say for an example,now when Uttarakhand is in deep injury and these green men are trying their utmost,we are daily saying and feeling for them and after some days we will forget them again.

Careless the Government and careless we all are about them.


Respect from my bottom of the heart to all of them who daily fight for our country and to my PAPA who once served for the country.

I awe all your experiences told to me which you had during the 71's war and few other Live Riots.Thanks for helping me to feel the pain,trouble you all go through,to feel the fun you do during weekends,to feel the discipline you maintain throughout your whole life.

and 

Thank you PAPA  for upbringing my respect towards DEFENCE SERVICES and SOLDIERS .


Proud to be a daughter of an EX-SERVICEMEN..

P.S Though I have mentioned much on The ARMY,it doesn't mean to hurt the other DEFENCE personnel's sentiments.

--- with Deep Respect


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Oh !! Raindrops

I can spend  a quality time on watching the falling raindrops on the glass window.They fall spontaneously.Sometimes take another drop to make it bigger and flow down with a sudden track..I was in office when it was raining heavily.The drops were falling on the glasses and my mind shuffled some words like this

Oh Raindrops !!

you fall upon the glass-door

keep your footprints,

cool like a seashore

and a romantic glimpse...

You hide the world

behind the window glass,

making it blurred

you bluff the chaos...

Oh Raindrops !!

I see you flowing from the top,

flowing with a rhythm

to touch another drop...

Oh Raindrops !!

Please don't stop...

Drizzle like you are doing now

I love gazing upon it somehow...

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Khuje Berai

This is my first poem in my mother tongue..Just written up with sudden thoughts so could not manage to write it with Bengali letters

Maaf korben

Khuje berai

Sobar majhe tomake khuje berai

Bhabnar bhir e nijeke harai...

bhule jai tumi sudhui kolpona

bhabnar ei gheratoper majhe

sudhui ochena kichu manusher anagona

Bhabi tumi gecho eshe

ar amake nebe bhalobeshe

kintu shei je bhule jai 

tumi sudhui kolpona

ashe pashe sudhumatro mukhosh er anagona

Bastob je boro kothin 

kichu gyani lokeder odhin

jara kore hiseb nikesh

tucho kore amar bhabna bishesh

tara baste pare na bhalo

ar ami basle pore bole "tor puro jibon tai gelo "

Khuje berai ami ekhono khuje berai

tomake sobar majhe

ei asha tei royechi bhalo 

amaye ar ki ba saje ??

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Thoda hain thode ki zaroorat hain

While humming to the tune of Kishore Kumar I simply thought to pen down this post with this song title as my post title.

We the living human beings, the luckiest creature of this Earth are always busy for this second "thoda".We dream,we hope we bind all our wishes together and run to make these true and claim it as Thoda.. We get more and wish for even more .. We think it as a little more ... 

Expectations never die and should not be sometimes right ??

For these little little expectations only we are dreaming more and more and living to make them happen.

Sopno jodi na i ba thaklo 
Jibone ki ba roilo ??


" ♫ Thoda hain thode ki zaroorat hain ♫ "


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Proud to be a Woman ..

Woman - First of all would like to ask "How do you people define this term ?? "

No I am not going to answer.This is just a question which I am throwing to you people.Think just Think..

We are Daughters 
We are Sisters 
We are Girlfriends 
We are Soulmates
We are Mothers
We are the fantasy of  Artists.
We are the definition of Sculptures.
We define beauty.
We define Intelligence.
We are Mother Teresa.
We are Kalpana Chawla.
We are Shakuntala Devi.
We are Miss Universes,Miss Worlds.
We are Madonna 

we are etc etc......... etc
and last but not the least 

We are WOMEN..

I am proud to be a part of this Womankind.Who doesn't ?? Every girl or a woman does so.But do they feel proud ?? Now you people must be thinking who are they ?? They are those women who live in some restricted area so called as Red Light Areas.Yes I am talking about prostitutes who are banned in this well civilized society though created and maintained by this society itself.They are busy selling their lives,their joy,their emotions and obviously themselves for other's entertainment.We wish Women's Day to all women we meet daily,we visit in life.We give examples of famous personalities like I did too here above.But do anyone really feel proud and pity for them ?? My women's day is dedicated to all of them who do the biggest sacrifice a woman can ever do but unfortunate they are always suppressed by our visionary award of Good Impressions .

Pretty Sad ... Respect to all of you ..
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Now would like to say few lines which I feel very much from inside.

The real women's day will be the day when everyone including womankind will start respecting themselves except neglecting.The women's day will be the day when no girl child will be killed.The women's day will be the day when we will not read any rape incidents in newspapers.The women's day will be the day when no daughter-in-law will be forcibly killed by her in-laws.The women's day will be the day when no girl will be sexually harassed or molested in Bus,Train,Metro or any public place and The Real Women's Day will be the day when everyone will stop comparing Men,Women and will look up to the renaissance of mentality to avoid such cheap thoughts.

Proud to be a Woman...
and at last would like to wish every woman out there

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY

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