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Why? Oh why?

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Often, things don’t make sense. Why does the Sun rise every day to set? Why do the flowers bloom only to be plucked by mischievous little bratty hands or to be offered at the feet of stone idols of the same Gods who created them in the very first place? Why are examinations more valued than the lives of those hundreds of young who succumb under their pressure? Why is a job position much greater than a friendship you’ve nurtured for years? Why is the money more important than the ailing parents you’ve left behind? Why is it selfish to love oneself and idiotic to love others (either ways, I’m slandered)? Why do we run after fame when oblivion is all that destiny can give us? Why is immortality a boon when you know all others around you will die? Oh and why we do we bake those immaculately beautiful and fabulous personalized cakes only to dismantle and eat them within a day or two?

I’ve diverted enough from what I really want to say out loud (or in this case, write).

Why do I hate loving you?

Often, things don’t make sense. And this is just the beginning of it.

Graciously Yours!

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The Poetry of Life.

She awoke to the Tyndall effect the rays from the nearest star made in her small room. She could see the dust particles dancing around each other. She wondered how much of it was cosmic. She smiled.

On her way to work, she bought more than a couple of roses from the young boy at the crossing. The water drops shone like precious stones on the petals. She smiled.

She typed out the report she was to submit. As her fingers moved across the keyboard, the clicks rhythmically buzzed in her ears.  She thought of the electrons zigzagging through the silicon jungle within her laptop. She smiled.

She passed by a temple in the evening. She had never ventured into one. Yet, the smell of the incense sticks was her favourite. She smiled.

She popped corn kernels for a late night movie. The oil simmered and the kernels flowered with the pop, clonking against the lid. She smiled.

“She smiles easily,” they said.

Because. “Every atom has a poetry,” she thought.

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Graciously Yours!

Wheeling towards life.

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“You see that man down there who’s cycling?” said the Creator to the little baby beside Him.

The soon-to-be-born gurgled, “Yes” in baby lingo.

Soon, even his mother would understand it as well as God did.

“That cyclist doesn’t have ambitions. He hasn’t made plans on how he wants to spend his next five years. He saves much less than he spends. He helps his neighbor, an old lady, with rations every month. He gives kids, he doesn’t know, candies to eat. The world will tell you it is wrong to be him. They will tell you to think about yourself. They will mock you if you don’t plan. They will chide you for being ambition-less.”

The baby looked up at the peaceful soul beside him. He looked puzzled. Saliva dripped from the corners of his parted lips.

Chuckling, God took the baby in His lap, wiped the drool and continued, “I want you to be like him. I want you to live one day at a time, one moment at a time. I want you to dream but I don’t want you to become so blind with ambition that you forget why exactly you were living. I want you to respect the beauty of my creations and find your strengths, hopes and solace in them. I want you to always believe in yourself and in humanity. I want you to appreciate life much more than fear death.”

“Will it be easy?” the baby asked, looking down at so many unlike the cyclist.

“No, it won’t. And when it isn’t, remember that God did not bring you this far to abandon you.”

And saying so, He let go of the baby, whose head was now visible to the doctor as the mother screamed in pain.

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: What according to you is life?

Picture Credits: Ishita Shah.

Flowers over birds.

Recently, I went to an undisclosed location (the mystery is alluring) where we can safely say that birds and flowers can be found in abundance among other things (and it was no bird park. Duh.).

From the blog : 1000 words or less. This blogger clicks fascinating pictures!

From the instagram of the blogger over at The Uncertainty Principle.
From the instagram of the blogger over at The Uncertainty Principle.

I have never fully appreciated the patience exuded by photographers who click bird pictures. Until I tried to capture their shots, of course! Birds are such elusive creatures! It seems as if they know that the shutter is going to close in on them and they just have to ruin the frame! So while my friend went on trying to capture birds, I stuck to the flowers. Well, for one they’re colourful and many. And secondly, THEY DON’T RUIN THE SHOT BY FLYING AWAY!!

Tucked safely within.
Tucked safely within.

Windmill much?
Windmill much?

Who said three is a crowd?
Who said three is a crowd?

Fallen but not lost.
Fallen but not lost.

So what if I can't capture birds? Bird's nest, it is.
So what if I can’t capture birds? Bird’s nest, it is.

Which reminds me that I have a bird shot from an earlier trip! Well, technically not so much because these birds don’t really fly away. But. Yeah. Whatever.

Hah! It's not impossible. Though improbable.
Hah! It’s not impossible. Though improbable.

Graciously Yours!

Pictures Courtesy : 

1000 words or less. (Brilliant photographer, I tell you.)

Prateek (@pk9692) from The Uncertainty Principle.

We want bans.

Of recent, the Indian Government has been ridiculously infamous for banning a lot of things in India. A few instances which flash momentarily when I think of the word ‘ban’ are the ban on Uber, ban on the BBC documentary India’s Daughter, ban on Nestle Maggi and the latest in the series is the meat ban!

Since it seems like the nature to ban things won’t change any time soon, here’s a list of bans which could make the Government look slightly better in the eyes of the common people. Free PR advice! Take it more than you leave it.

  • India is a multicultural, multilingual, multiracial, multireligion (if such a word exists) country. The number of Hindu Gods alone are 330 million. One can barely fathom truly how many festivals India celebrates in a year. Here in Calcutta, almost each area has a separate pandal (makeshift bamboo structures, often elaborate and adorned) which house bigger-than-life-sized clay structures of the Gods and Goddesses as per the occasion. And there are speakers installed at each one of those which play music almost all round the festival day. Which music, you’d ask. Spiritual music, you’d expect. They play Bollywood songs. Most of which had been created by the music directors purely for the purpose of being danced on after downing a few shots at the pub. This needs to be banned, if not to spare us mortals, then at least to spare the Gods from listening to that rubbish. (A friend tells me that even blood donation camps organised by some local clubs are a flimsy excuse for playing loud music all day long.)
  • There’s a beautiful and talented cousin, Sarita, who thinks it would be a favour to ban indecent and tasteless ‘creative’ musical content produced by some artists rather than crackers on Diwali! Hers is a strong demand but then of late that is exactly what we’ve been treated to. For all those who’re unaware of what I am talking about, here’s a short list :

Laila Teri Le Legi

One Two Three Four

Dhating Naach

Saree Ke Fall Sa

Aaj Blue Hai Paani

On a serious note, I’ve met kids, both affluent and poor, who recite these crude lyrics faster than the multiplication table of 13. And if that isn’t a cause for concern, then I’ll have to look up the meaning of concern again.

  • Vartika, a friend, complains about the usage of footpaths as roads by two wheelers. (Another friend was travelling by a three-wheeler auto when the auto driver chose to drive on the footpath scaring the life out of her!) Neha from Joie de Vivre wants hawkers to be removed from footpaths. What’s happening to our pavements? They’re being used by everyone apart from pedestrians. Surely the transport ministry would want to look into that .

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : This post is in no way a ridicule of the Indian society or our Government. No nation, society, religion or culture is perfect. But there’s always hope that things will get better, sooner or later. And this is what some of us are hoping for.

Picture Courtesy : Pinterest.

How do I convince Mother that my 23 year old self can have usable shelf decor ideas?

Urgent help needed! Mothers preferred.

So I began putting my shelf decor ideas to Mother the way I actually pitch my ideas to my boss. Small talk first and then when I have judged his mood and inclination to discuss ideas, I slowly, very slowly, push the idea towards him. Obviously, I chip in the ideas like they were always his and that time had been a constraint for him to implement the ideas. And that he was the one who’d inspired me to actually come up with them. It works out fine for me mostly. I tried the same with Mother. It turns out that the small talk I do is extremely boring. She shooed me away. I never reached the second stage.

After a while I decided to be direct and straightforward so I went up to her and said, “It’s my room. It’s my shelf. I want it my way.” The look she gave me was enough to shut me up. I slinked away.

As I write this, I have decided to present my decor ideas to her without throwing my weight around. As if that really mattered much. But what should I say to her? How do I get her to look at my shelf decor ideas without her rejecting them out rightly? How do I convince my Mother that her daughter who otherwise flops around the house, cracks the weirdest of jokes at inopportune moments, cares about her blog like it’s her baby, finds comedy shows boring and suspense thrillers funny has usable decor ideas! Even if they’re as random as this :

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Which they are not. Absolutely not this random. Psst. Aren’t they good though?

Let’s not divert!

Help please. While I go to put on the protective gear, please get your ammunition ready! We need to fire them fast. Or are we going for a truce?

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : Mother, if you are reading this, you’ve obviously read whatever I wrote above. Before you come looking for me, I only want to say :

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Same goes for you, boss!

Pictures Courtesy : Pinterest.

In love!

My soul sister and me, were wondering the other day ~ Why are we happily single? Is it a phrase we simply use to conform to the world’s standards of the opposite of committed? Or is it something we say aloud to pacify ourselves that we really are happy looking at our friends getting lost in each others’ eyes? Does it have something to do with being afraid of commitment and the innumerable troubles about space and time and attention that ensues?

None satisfied our quench and hunger to know!

Until… We finally hit jackpot!

In love

We’re already in love. Not with one single person, but various parts of various people! And of late, it’s staring into my face so much, that I can’t avoid writing about it any more.

I’m in love.

I’m in love with the strength of the female who reminds herself each morning that her parents are as important as her boyfriend.

I’m in love with the endurance of the sister who manages to accept me just as I am!

I’m in love with the resilience of the friend who knows how difficult the path is, but keeps at it while people around her do nothing much to pull her up!

I’m in love with the care of the brother who stands by me through thick and thin, making sure my smile never fades. Yes, all you brothers.

I’m in love with the faith of the friend who bared his life’s biggest secrets to me.

I’m in love with the promise of hope my mentor exudes.

I’m in love with the positivity of this blogger who encouraged me to transform my works from that of a little girl to a young lady!

I’m in love with the love my friend has for his better half!

I’m in love with the ‘chemistry’ I share with a blogger, our thoughts meshing effortlessly each time.

I’m in love with the innocence of my friend’s baby niece! And also his love for her.

I’m in love with how understanding that friend is who never once complained about how my complaints bore him!

I’m in love with the humour of the friend who I’ve never seen without a smile to share!

I’m in love with the passion of that domestic help who  went on to join an NGO and is now learning English.

I’m in love with the intelligence of the friend who is as modest about it as one can be!

I’m in love with the inquisitiveness of the cabbie who wanted to know why my destination was named so and what was its historical significance.

I’m in love with the concern that crops up in the friend’s eyes each time my own are welling up.

I’m in love with the compassion of that shopkeeper who feeds those stray dogs and lets them warm themselves in her barely successful shop.

I’m in love with myself for being so much in love, for finding so much to love and for trying each day to love!

Each day I come across beauty, rawness, hope, love, strength, smiles.

Each day I also come across hatred, anger, greed, stealth, deception, frowns.

It is my choice which ones I choose to imbibe, cultivate, remember and fall in love with!

There isn’t lack of love. We just have to know where to look.

I know why I’m happily single. And now you do too.

Graciously Yours!

Nepal Quake Aftershocks.

25th April, 2015 : The day man-made aftershocks won over natural aftershocks.

Two back to back tremors in Calcutta around noon today brought us all out of our buildings onto the roads. For a while, we were all dazed and then after necessary precautions went back to work.

I spent the next hour calling and texting people to ensure they were safe.

Then I came home and checked the news and read all I could about possible aftermaths of the quake.

After a long day, when I finally surfed through social media, I realized I had missed out on the most important task to be done after such an incident!

I forgot to update my Facebook status about how, why, where, when I felt and survived the quake! I forgot to share my survival strategies. I forgot to tell people via my Instagram account how the Calcutta skies looked pre and post storm today.

I realized I wasn’t cool enough like this guy who updated his status as “Feeling tremors. Earthquake?”. He was asked by a friend as to why he was updating his Facebook status instead of running down towards safety. His reply? “I am too lazy to run down 10 floors.” He should thank his stars the tremors felt in Calcutta were not destructive enough. Or else his laziness would have made him pay the final price. Very, very cool. I could never be him, try as much as I may.

Oh and do you know it’s also ‘Happy Earthquake Day’? Another status informed me this. People around me are so intelligent! I wonder where they get their brains from.

These are just two gems out of the countless sparkling stones lying around!

I had so many things to do. And instead all I did was feel gut-wrenchingly sad about all those people who lost their lives, saw their lives fall apart within seconds, are still trying to locate their loved ones, have been stranded and are waiting for help, are looking for the gleam of hope through the mount of rubble, are seeing the might of the Earth first hand. Where’s the proof that I did feel this? Where’s the evidence on the internet about it? I guess this is my evidence.

I did it. I did what all of us so calmly do these days. I just reduced the loss of countless lives to a few dozens of words.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : How will our souls ever rest in peace?

Awards.

This post was really long due!

Thank you, Prateek, for getting me out of my slumber! And nominating me for the Versatile Blogger award! He’s a recent addition to our WordPress family but his posts are very mature for an amateur. He’s going to bowl you over with his words and charm. Go check out his blog, after you’ve read mine 😉

Presenting 7 facts about me with a twist (With a bonus.)!

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The day I came across this picture I realized how true it is. And yes, I have been blessed with a few of that kind! That also probably explains the lack of selfies on my phone with them!

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Only comment on this, if you agree. Those who disagree, be tolerant enough to ignore. God would like it. (And so would I.)

3.

You said it once. I didn’t get you. You said it twice. Still don’t get you. Thrice? *Fake laugh* . I can’t ask you for the fourth time, come on!

4.

Exactly my point! And anyway, the Bollywood songs of my parents’ generations are much better than the ‘hookah bar’, ‘vodka’ and ‘baby doll’ songs being churned out by our generation. Occasionally gyrating to them is understandable. Chanting them like an anthem? Ridiculous!

5.

They may start noticing it now. Ouch!

6.

I am afraid if I don’t I will forget my grammar. And English spellings. My worst nightmare, probably! And also because I can’t stand wrong grammar. It pops out at me!

7.

Don’t tell me you have never done this? Come on. At least once? At that night stay? Or when you were fooling around with your cousins? Or teaching your younger sibling nonsense? Still no? Try it tonight then!

8. Bonus point!

I’ll let the picture speak for itself!


 

Nominees :

A Shade of Pen ~ Soumya Chakraborty ~ One Gentleman’s Perspective ~ Stories From the Belly ~ Cat Jenkins ~ The World Past Me


Thank you Akanksha for nominating me for the Creative Blogger award! I know it’s a delayed acknowledgement. Sincere apologies! The young lady’s poetries are a pleasure to read and she is really versatile in her approach!

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Pick out any 5 from the above facts about me to support this award!


Nominees :

Writing Stories Rocks ~ The Uncertainty Principle ~ Global Unison ~ Coffee Grounded’s Blog ~ Art of a Rambling Mind ~ iKu2e


Thank you Aquileana for nominating me with the Infinity Dreams award. Do check out her writings on Greek mythology, if it is a subject of your interest.

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Nominees :

Archita Rai ~ The Uncertainty Principle ~ Global Unison ~ Coffee Grounded’s BlogA Shade of Pen


 

Spread the love, people! Share facts, nominate people and don’t forget to mention me!

Graciously Yours!

Pictures Courtesy : Pinterest!

The City of Joy

In order to add my latest venture of writing about Calcutta, Prateek from The Uncertainty Principle has made this wonderful contribution! Thank you, Prateek! In a surprising coincidence, he’s talking about the same concert, I’d attended and blogged about.

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. . . Thank you so much guys for being such a sport ! Good night !!

Oh wait ! Before getting to the climax, there are somethings you need to know. Calcuta ! The city of joy ! There are just too many memories associated with this place. Staying just 150 minutes away, I have made numerous trips to Calcutta in the last five years. But each time I go, the love for art and sports in the hearts of people here, never fails to amaze me. That’s why when Aditi invited me to write about it for her latest venture, I gladly accepted within seconds.

This incident happened in October, 2014, when the Indian music sensation A. R. Rehman along with many other big names of the music industry announced to have a live concert in the mighty Salt Lake Stadium. Our tickets were booked on the evening…

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