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Fluttery

23/6/2017

Fluttery,
My thoughts swoop and plummet,
Deep down at one instant,
Only to soar right up in another,
And disintegrate,
Like a fire cracker,
Or a rain drop,
Into thousand smaller thoughts,
Of no particular shape,
Or size or consistency,
Each thought soar and plummet further,
Miniscule and scattered in a thousand directions,
Here, there and everywhere,
Till it breaks again and clubs again,
To a form a haze,
Of a thousand ideas and,
A zillion notion,
Each one complete in its incompleteness,
Assertive in its doubtfulness,
Strong in its weakness,
Contradicting with its very existence,
Premature and impulsive,
As I stare at my screen,
Trying hard to focus,
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Note to Self: No Procrastination!

6th January 2017

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I have always been a “happy go lucky” person. I have always done what I liked, when I liked and how I liked. If I don’t want to do anything particular, I just don’t do it. Period. End of the discussion. When I say it like this, it might paint a very happy, fulfilled picture but I am not trying to paint a golden picture here. Sometimes, when I do what I want and especially when and how I want it; it does have certain negative consequences; especially when you have to get it done anyhow. It might then, impede progress and self growth. Let me simplify this statement: what I mean here is this habit will lead to what we call PROCRASTINATION.

My master’s thesis dissertation is a perfect example. I have delayed it by two years and I have to get it done by this year anyhow. Else, my MSC degree , something in which I have invested my two hard years of my life, will dissolve. It has had some consequences over my personal life too. Every time, I think of doing it; something more urgent or more interesting comes up and I avoid it. Of course, I always promise that I am going to get it done, with full concentration next time but it never happens. Similarly, it has effects in my professional life too. I end up doing too many things at the last hour; basically juggling with deadlines. I deliver always, of course, as I have no other option. But it does leave me thinking how I could have done it timely, without waking up in the middle of night or rushing to just get it done anyhow. Then, I end up vowing, that this will not be repeated ever EVER again!

I end up repeating the same story again, of course! Continue reading

Shrawan~ a month of greenery!

18th July 2016

As the clouds, travelling all the way from Bengal shower their love over the subcontinent, the earth responds with brilliant greenery. It is the most beautiful shade of green; in all its nascent rawness; fresh and new, as if the earth is celebrating life and vigour in full splendour.

The smell of the rain soaked earth is mesmerizing; heavenly indeed; absolutely awe-inspiring. It is as if earth is making love; and not in any obscene or raunchy sort of way but rather pure and magnificent. The lush greenery of the world at this time; the freshness of paddy as it rises from the soil soaking in the rain; the dancing leaves of the tress in the rain is but a piece of art; where nature takes the brush and adds monsoon hues to the world. The air is clean and fresh; and the when the sun peeks in between from the clouds; the world transforms in its golden light.

The adjoining hills are heavenly, with the clouds reigning in all directions, venturing as low as they can. The earth at this time is seductive and bold and the sky adds more to its vigour. There are not much flowers during this season; only the green, brown and grey and it seems that other colours in the following seasons are born from them afterwards.

Rivers are also alive; gurgling with vigour as rain drops pour into them from hinterlands; gifted by their beautiful cousin clouds, brought all the way from Bengal. In turn, it flows and flows, exhilarated to meet the sea. In the course, it breaks all the barriers; takes many forms; unruly and wild. Continue reading

A little bit of Everything!

7/1/2015

A little bit of love

Like sunshine through the clouds,

A little bit of Companionship

Turns the world around.

 

A little bit of confusion

To lose the path,

A little bit of Distraction

And misguidance to end up in wrath.

 

A little bit of grief

Distress, pain and dejection,

A little bit of havoc

Daring the entire conviction.Happiness_ 2014

 

A little bit of Turmoil,

To burn the confidence,

A little bit of Shame

For self  Reflection.

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New Year’s Wish!

1st Jan 2014bouganinville

New Year’s Day! Holiday after a long time and I am basking in the winter sun, staring particularly at nothing, enjoying uncensored Laziness! Then a cold wind passes by, and my eye catches the Bougainville branch moving along the wind. I see the Bougainville tree, in my garden, at least twice a day; when I go to college, and when I come back from work. I have been seeing the plant , for the past 8 or 9 years, or more. It has always been here! I have admired it, when its full of Pink lovely blossoms; cursed it when its leaves drop and litter our porch; watered sometimes; felt sorry for it when my father trimmed t short. But today, I am thinking what it feels like to be this Bougainville!

I look at the branch that is swinging with the wind! The leaves are sprouting, must be a growing branch. The pink sepals are budding too. There are few thorns to it, not prickly, but thorns for the sake of thorns. I look to its other branches, cartwheeling in all directions, unruly; despite my father’s best efforts! Tied to the rope and going all the way to our balcony all the way from the ground; bridging the ants to our balcony!

I look at its main stem! Wow, that’s big; I remember it when it was planted years ago, a tiny thin stem was all it was! Planted in the wrong season, and my Ma had said, “This will never survive, it should have been planted in Asar.” If it could feel, I wonder how our bougainvillea must have felt, upon hearing My Maa. And here it is: thick and flowery! Continue reading

On this Bhaitika :)

5th November 2013

For my Babu 🙂

Making a space for you, with the Ratomato, brown and pure,
Symbolizing the vast space that you own in my heart,
Which will continue to be yours for sure,
Through the years to come and part.

Babu, there I will then draw a Universe for you,
To show how much significant you have made mine,
With your very existence and love so true,
Adored, Seraphic and Divine.

With the Abir of Happy Yellows and Reds;
And the joyful hundred petal-ed flowers,
I will make sure your path is overflown with courage and bliss
where joy, contentment and happiness always showers.

I will make stars of Tyaa for you too,
And will scatter them around your universe,
I will then put all my gods next to you,
To protect you from all the evil and menace. Continue reading

Stories :P

27 April 2013

I travel frequently on tempo. In a tempo, as you are seated face to face with fellow passengers, you really don’t have an option but to stare at your co-passengers. I find it pretty amusing. You meet all kinds of people in Tempo and I find it pretty interesting to size them, let’s say, figure them out. I don’t believe a person is altogether good or bad, everyone is unique; a distinct case study, each of them. Sometimes, I find people, complete strangers who intrigue me with their dispositions. Don’t call me shallow, I am not judging strangers. I observe them, without exchanging any courtesies, any dialogues. It’s a mere observation. I like observing them, it’s really fascinating; linking out the dots and making up their stories. Conjuring stories actually!

When I pass a so-called “mentally-sick” person on the road, it intrigues me! I wonder what made them defy the conventional “happy” life and chose the streets, laughing and smiling with themselves, locked up in their own worlds, oblivious to the world around them. Obviously, their definition of happiness is different from mine but what must have made them like that? Questions pop in, as I conjure up the best possible explanations! And then, I see another old lady, the age of my grandmother begging up on the streets, with an array of coins displayed on her front sack. Shouldn’t she be at her home with her grand-children, sharing stories of her time and praying to book their seat in heaven! But there she is, begging for her evening meal! Heaven, still a distant wish! Could this be a story of a cruel daughter-in-law? Can it be that she was a cruel mother-in-law herself, who was thrown out by her family? Did she even have kids? Did she fall in love, when she was my age? Questions, assumptions, stories!nerdy  Continue reading