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Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
Puja in Phailin
Vijaya Dashmi, the symbol of victory of good over evil, has
gone off the hood of festivity, and it seems the zeal has weakened among
the wide span of people. Nine days of festive mood took the turn otherwise
and led the grudge sprawl across the eastern India in form of cyclone Phailin. Other
than the major devastation which the devil with more than 200kmph speed caused
in Andhra Pradesh and Odisha, now decreased at the speed of 45-50 kmph is
moving across Bihar and affecting the region with heavy rainfall. The end to
these nine days of celebrations, bestowed with offerings in form of vrat and
worship, will result into a dull day full of hopelessness in a closed room was
never expected by me.
It has been more than 35 hours, proper supply of electricity
has not been restored in Patna. Last night we compromised with no electricity and
scarce supply of water left in our tanks. Today too, with two hours of
electricity only, the compromise continued. I have made a notion, which at this
situation seems so apt. ‘The Good has certainly stopped winning over the Bad.’
:D Unburnt residuals of giant Ravana at Gandhi Maidan today in this weather, might
infer the same. :P
5 years back, those days when I was still in school, the
zeal for Puja used to be different. The height of festivity was not only high
for me, but I could sense that among the masses on the road too very easily. Time
has changed now, interests have been manipulated. I roamed half of the Patna on
Maha-Ashtami, but couldn't find the essence that still lingers at the back of
my mind. Where has the honesty crept in? Why do the rituals at the front appear
superficial on the thick coat of disguise?
In the state/nation where the status of women is jeopardized,
I am confused why so much of pom-pom for Durga Puja? On Navmi ( the ninth day
of Durga Puja), the devotee invites Kunwari Kanya (maiden) to feed them as a
ritual which completes the nine days of worship. Whats the need for such a
falsification outside, when no respect and dignity stays inside. Be it a
regular day, or within the crowd of Durga Puja on the road, eve-teasing and
illicit comments are very much common. The intentions in the eyes
and glances itself tell the whole story. I pick up my previous notion and refine it a bit. ‘The Good
is not left to the extent that it can win over the extolling Bad’.
Electricity is yet to come. It’s raining hard outside. The laptop power I saved is almost over now.
I pray everyone stays safe, and for them who suffered the blows of Phailin in Andhra and Odisha may get rehabilitated soon. I pray the mother to bestow kindness, and help us stay honest to ourselves.
I pray everyone stays safe, and for them who suffered the blows of Phailin in Andhra and Odisha may get rehabilitated soon. I pray the mother to bestow kindness, and help us stay honest to ourselves.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Sacred Touch
Bliss is in your touch,
The feat to heal.
Antiquated is the bond of ours,
In your every touch I feel.
Your pokes… Your pulls…
Your caresses of love
Your every touch I know.
But when I face you
Crimson and blushed I go
Naiveness I show.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Dream-Catchers
Dreams are moving pictures developed in our subconscious, and
triggered to display before us, irrespective of our state which could be
asleep, or awoken. Is it necessary to go asleep before you can visualize the
longing of yours? Those subdued desires clenched under strands of incompetence,
helplessness? From the pool of wants, even though fraction volume of it gets
fulfilled somehow, but that doesn’t helps to lessen the occupancy of the
mysterious container…
I narrow my vision, and broaden it at places, and conclude
collectively, however big or small dreams be, we run after it physically or
mentally. It accounts for the efforts that are laid, and its efficiency, which
ultimately makes you the achiever or let you stay a dreamer in turmoils. At
this juncture I wonder, what about those dreams, that can turn into reality
with efforts of letting no stones unturned, but it gets targeted by some who
bear an objective to demolish the success that might result of those efforts. I
dream, they dream too. Is it the clash of dreams? Or is it the clash of wants?
Is there a midway between Dreams and Wants which separate them as the two
different entities?
Sunday, September 29, 2013
S.H.O.R.T.S | Anurag Kashyap's Revolution
Monday, September 23, 2013
Brain-sick's Diary >> Positivism
Life has been a chaotic drama lately, with numerous self-realizations
and self-discoveries. I have turned more rigid and endured against harshness.
Yes! The heat was rising drastically and it burnt me like hell, but I need to stand in the
kitchen. As Harry S Truman said, ‘If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the
kitchen’. Escaping is never a solution, it takes courage to face it and make
your way through it.
I have started to read a lot. Earlier, I used to hang around
with friends or used to tread down alone on the roads of Durgapur, composing
short stories and poetry. But now, I read a lot in my room, and this has been
the time when most of the self-realizations and self-discoveries have started
to come up. How much goodness does the reading habit brings for you, I got to
learn. I read two books by Dale Carnegie within past two weeks; ‘How to speak
Effectively’ and ‘How to stop worrying and start living’, while ‘How to win
friends and people’ I am still reading. It has helped me a lot to improve myself
in terms of perceptions that I used to have earlier about ‘friends’, ‘people in
general’ and ‘relationships’ that human kind has to offer to you. Most of the
problems in our lives are not the serious ones, as Carnegie said, ‘We suffer only from minute problems the most, and tend to overlook the bigger part of our
happy life’. Why should we go on spoiling the only life we got because of few
tiny pinching agents that life brought in for you?
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Brain-sick's Diary >> Inhuman
Against the one I love the most, even to hear a small word of
offence fills me with anger that I can’t subdue. The wrath of my placid soul
fights against spoilt demeanor against the one whom I home inside me. How can I
not? The tiny and weak strands of friendship, which I stood holding calling
them to be considerate and fortunate for me, were mere delusion. I never
thought they would pain me like the unhealed wound getting unstitched. From the
day, till the evening, the obstinacy of my heart to never forgive them is
getting more pronounced. It seems even if I pour myself into the glass of momentary
alcoholic relief, my soul won’t settle down at peace.
The society seems to be on the consistent downfall in terms
of humanism. Ranging from ways to communicate with colleagues to ways of being
presentable in front of others, every trait of human in the socialized scale
has been suffering setbacks in quality. How come has this degradation brought
into existence? The slightest wisdom that bifurcates the ways to protest or to
present disagreement and to abusively criticize someone has gone in vain. It
seems they don’t understand what they are doing, is it disagreeing or is it abusing?
I had been clubbed with these thoughts all hours today. And I
can’t let the one living inside me break down in tears. Because if it does,
that would come as a calamity to me. I am that protective shield whose
significance lies till the life it protects is jovially alive. And if it’s not,
then for what shall I live for?
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Enigmatic
I twitch
the bliss of the virtue
I cramp it
hard with pain,
Like a
curse you can’t undo.
I learn the
bad, I overlook the good
With
invincible force of the knight,
I run
across the sprawls of the falsehood.
I only
hurled Satan’s spell on people
I never uttered
a single word to soothe
I am the
murderer of Love in hearts,
Accountable
for downswing of their mood.
In my
kingdom of Darkness
I deepen
the reach of the poisonous pool
In which humanity
ceases to exist,
And banquets
on honesty’s fuel.
Pool’s
depth gains with every evil I commit
With every incantation
I submit.
Like I am
the Czar of affright,
I swim in
its every inch
With all my
might.
I don’t
bear any physical existence,
I am just a
fiend of dominance
Inside the
hollows of a man…
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