A chaos called Life

This is about a chaos called life
Life wriggling through the trenches of time
Getting lost in the light of reality
When conscious becomes a slave of subconscious
Subconscious of a deep mental inertia
Inertia which is reflected in the mirror of habits
Habits ruining the present and the potential
Desires diverging from reality
Vicious wheel flipflopping comfort and fidget
Joy and guilt, one paying the price of other
Blunders turn into fear, then fire, to burn it all
Leaving behind the soothes in ashes
Ashes ,which are free from fear of fear,
either to drown into the river of disbelief
or turn into a phoenix with wings of hope.

A ring-a-rosy from inverse horizon

Brooding brawls , doldrums roll

Enthrallment falls in to the hole

Just one life saver can pull me out
Dial in flurry and drop in doubt
I snug the reciever in my hand
Shudders with fear and drops like sand
Bis lug the reciever and dial the sequence
Close my eyes and wait with reverence
Smidge of confab is sniff of opium
A ring-a-rosy from inverse horizon
I hear her voice and asystole strikes
I feel alive again as euphoria swipes
I wish i could make chronolgy cease
Her voice pouring in,fills me with peace
Only desire now is to see her soon
A walk through sky to buckle the moon.

VESTIGE

I never babbled so much to a stranger..
Spoke my heart out..without a speck of falter..

With you, I'm not just me..I'm also you..
Filled with merriment...fresh as a dew..


You give me a high..much higher than any plane I'l ever fly..
Fellowship in solitude...in boulevards of sky..


Vocal chords incites vox to personify...
That you are in me..even when not close by.

for LOSERS only

You don’t have to try hard to find one…..dese r d most abundant species on planet earth..the ratio is 8 out f every 5 … n if dis mathematics didn make ne sense to u…u don’t hav 2 luk around..close ur eyes...n congratulate ur self…u’ve attained enlightenment…u have found d answer for which monks wander whole f deir life in jungles…now u know who u r… yes u knw it now…u r a LOSER..n @least u r a step above dan being dumb if u just accept it dan to play it back!!!
Wats your zodiac sign?have u heard bout fang shui or vaastu???u know wat palmistry can do???yesssssss…You can win…learn time management just by reading 200 pages..the power of positive thinking will change your life…do u know 7 secrets of making your girl fall for you…and dose 12 habbits dat will make u ur boss’s boss…yes u can do it…do wat fuckin idiot….transplant ur rotten brain…or get u an attitude lotion to make ur skin denser so dat it can hide the icky soul it is holding inside.
N if u r readin dis expecting an answer from me…u still haven figured out wat dose 2 paragraphs meant…y d hell u wanna read ne further if u think u r nt one???..o u think dat ironical humour embarks ur intellect n gives u a license 2 jape on dem...n if so den “dem” includes u…as a team leader..even if its otherwise d answer will b d same so just let it b..keep breathin n keep d dead soul preserved in a body dats still alive!!!

I AM MY WORK

The repugnance between reality and paragon has always been there and will always be. It is so, because defining apotheosis is inconceivable. As Aristotle once said in his law of non-contradiction,” One cannot say of something that it is and that it is not in the same respect and at the same time.” But self-realisation of the same is inevitable.It is very important to have a clear view of your métier’s beau idéal in your mind, and which obviously should not come from borrowed perceptions and definitions nor it is to be shared with hoi polloi.This is so, because it will help you plant a contiguity between ‘what you want’ and ‘what you are doing’.
It need not mean you have to make your passion your profession, though the reverse if achieved would be called an added advantage, but what is needed is to work for your cacoethes for which your sub-conscious cajoles your conscious.It means sticking to that one thing for which you think you are cut-out for.
It is perfectly fine that people are working for a lifestyle,stability factor or to win the rat-race, instead of achieving acme in oeuvre.People are enrolling into courses to become architects or engineers instead of studying architecture or engineering. In a system where reproduction is given weightage over innovation, personality over character, packaging over product, this is quite understandable. But it should not make you give it up.
Choose your way out. Try to stike a balance. Find some time out . Walk on the median .These are not just statements, instead they are the key to your ‘matrix’ world where you will be given a chance to play ‘Neo’ for some time.
All of the above literature bespeaks just one thing, don’t let a doctor kill a photographer inside you , don’t let an engineer kill the writer in you or an architect a dancer in you.
But when this Photograher clicks, he should click not just to show how things are, but to show how things can be,he should capture the beauty of the minutest particle of nature and show to us how much beauty we overlook in every fraction of a second. A writer should not just write to bring smiles or tears but he should be able to hypnotise the soul of its reader and motivate him to work, behave and live to make this planet a better place. A dancer should dance as if no ones watching her, she should create a sight in which people can see the emotions and thoughts taking human forms instead of body striking poses.This is the only religion I know about and this is the only form of worship.
And if you really want to achieve this state you should never make your passion your profession unless you are ready to be another 'Howard Roark'.

CITY OF JOY

“The temperature outside is 38 degree Celsius”. We use to take a sigh of relief on this call of air hostess. But soon the myth use to gasify in abrasive heat and stifling humidity. At the arrival building, with a big Elvish smile, mama (my mother’s brother) use to come to receive us. And after a typical Indian greeting session (which included touching feet, warm hugs and same old set of obvious questions) we use to board our car, an Ambassador and it was like entering into a city owned by Hindustan Motors. Ambassadors all over, white, black, blue and in every boring colour and how can we forget the yellow ones, the colour of taxies of the city.

Hand rickshaws, tacky pavements, electric trams, excavated roads for laying metro tracks, cacophonic jams, this city was exactly as we’d left it and will surely be the same when we’ll come next. Dimension called time has no relation with it. This is Calcutta for you. A city chosen by Job Charnok, an agent of East India Company as a place for British trade settlement and later the first Governor General Warren Hastings moved all important offices from Murshidabad to Calcutta. Till 1912, Calcutta was the capital city of India. Calcutta (or Kalikata, one of the three towns on which it was built) is derived from the Bengali word Kalikshetra, meaning ‘ground of the Goddess Kali’, which surely it is, and thousands of kali temples are paying testimony to it, but we’ll come to it later.

Before reaching home (maamaarbadi), mummy use to buy sweets (mishti) and this is surely the best form of sugar man has come up with. Be it mishti doi, kheer kodom, roshogulla, chomchom, sondesh, kheer mohan, anything man, yummmmmmmmm and the best part is that the sweets of Bengal are generally made of sweetened cottage cheese (chhena), khoa (reduced solidified milk), or flours of different cereals and pulses and hence are not very heavy unlike sweets from other cuisines. At home, whole family is eagerly waiting, what it use to be , meeting grandparents, all cousins, mama n maasis (sorry for us there are no uncles and aunts) is something which cant be put into words. Everyone use to get lost into their own world. I with my cousins, mummy with mama and maasis and then from fictitious tales to risqué stories…it was a different world to enter into, free from all worries, full of fun, excitement, joy, celebration, fantasy fables, childhood fights, everything that add up to make a perfect Tom Sawyer story. From hopscotch to dark-room, from dancing to pillow fights, from truth-n-dare to plankchit not even a single game was left. But electricity always use to play the spoilsport, with hours of load-shedding and with humidity at its peak, it was almost impossible for us to survive, but then we couldn't defy Mr.Darwin’s law, but for the localietes it was an everyday scene and they were least bothered by it, infact this was the time for them to switch to their desi dress , dhoti n baniyaan, but for us(firangies from Delhi and Mumbai) it use to be tough.

In the evening we use to go out for shopping and this place is truly a shopper’s paradise. Best products at most reasonable prices and if u know how to bargain, its like a red cherry on the top. From Fancy market to Air-conditioned market., from Park Street to New market or Sri ram mall…it was fun. And while wandering with no map and compass in hand, you can always stop for a jhal muri…hmmmmmmmmm…ssssslaaaaaah…singhara, puchka or churmur. Calcutta offers u d best roadside snacks.

At night, the gang use to get itself locked in a room, and then use to begin a session of decadent jokes and stories, bitching, trump cards, taash (playing cards) and this use to continue till 5’o clock in the morning.And from next day onwards, sightseeing and temple visits :Calcutta zoo, Birla planitarium, Indian museum, Victoria memorial, Millennium park, Rajendra mullick’s kothi, Vidyasagar setu, Doll musuem, boat ride in ganges, Science museum, Vivekanandaji’s house, Icha poorni, Kaalighat the list is never ending. But for me above all this, there is Dakhsineshwar and Belur muth, former being a kaali temple and Thaakur’s (Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansa,who served as a priest f d temple) residence, and the later being a math built by Ramakrishna mission and Swami Vivekanandji. Bengal has been the land of legends always, from all spheres of life, be it Satyendra Nath Bose, Rammohan Roy, Vidyasagar, Subhash Chandra Bose, Swami Vivekananda, Bankim Chandra Chatterjee, Rabindranath Tagore, Sarat Chandra Chatterjee, Jagadish Chandra Bose, but for me and for most of the bengalies, Thaakur holds a special place, for me atleast, he is God to me and to actually get a chance to see his room, his belongings, his texts is truly mesmerising.

Bengal is also famous for its Durga Puja celebrations. Durga Puja is the biggest festival here. The festive mood builds up as Dhakis (drummers) from the countryside starts gathering near the city. They beat feathered drums to attract the attention of local Puja organizers. The construction of images start months back. Kumartuli, a place in north Calcutta, is famous as a place for expert artisans who uses clay modeling to build the images of Durga, Mahisasur, Kartick, Ganesh, Saraswati and Lakshmi.the whole city comes in a festive mood. With pandaals all over, its truly a place to be at that time. But sadly I never got a chance to see one.Its like a nine day long party for all Bongs.And how come we didn’t talk about food so far. Bengali cuisine is simply one of the yummiest, specially if u like non-veg, machher jhol, tel koi, pabda machher jhal, Doi machh and bhapa ilish , shukto are some to mention. As a veggie I love their sweet dal, loochi and aalu sabzi.

But there is something without which all talks about this city would be incomplete.And that is its 'Respect for art'. Enthralling talent in all forms of art seems to be the local crop. Rite from music to painting to handicrafts, it’s a copious cup and this is shewed by the list of artists from Bengal in all creative spheres. Bengali film industry has also produced legends like Satyajit Ray, Ritwik ghatak, mrinal Sen, Aparna Sen, Rituparno Ghosh , Uttam Kumar, Saumitra Chatterjee, Utpal Dutta, Chhabi Biswas, P.C. Barua, Bikash Roy, Ranjit Mallick, Prasenjit Chatterjee, Suchitra Sen, Sabitri Chatterjee, Supriya Choudhuri, Madhabi Mukherjee, Kanan Devi, Debasree Roy, Rituparna Sengupta and musicians like S.D.Burman, Manna Dey, Kishore Kumar, Hemant Kumar, Kumar Sanu, Abhijeet, Antra Choudhry and so many local singers. Folk music and devotional music is also famous here. Baul Bhatiali, Kabigaan thungri, toppa , Ramprasadi, ShyamaSangeet, Bhaktigeeti,rabindra songeet are few to mention.

But this city is also famous for its politics and Adda-baazi at every paada (crossing). Arguing seems to be the local hobby and every Bong has a Ph.d in the same by birth. From sports to political discussions or anything for that matter , Coffee House is a popular venue for the same. But there is an other side to this coin as well, quite often we hear that India needs a revolution, and if any place has the potential to bringing it to reality I think its Calcutta. It has all the cordite, what is needed is a spark.

Mummy always says, “yeh shahar sau saal aagey bhi chalta hai,aur sau saal peechey bhi.” and which is so very true and this is reflected in every speck of it.
I feel Dominique Lapierre gave this city its true name, ‘CITY OF JOY’.
I’m not a Bong nor do I understand the language completely but still I feel I’m very much the part of this city and its culture. And a friend of mine once told me that probably I will take rebirth as a Bong one day. Mr. God are you listening???

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When the mind is at complete rest, we call that state as meditation or dhyana.
But it doesn’t comes naturally, what comes is, baffling.

Situations are like matchsticks and the spark it generates is called “first thought”.
And seldom it ends here. What follows is a thought process, complicated concatenation, and putting an end to it, defines your mental strength, your character.
This demeanour of human psyche comes from its fountainhead, which is always in search of something, a solution , a state or in some cases its simply “something”.
People who can control this chain process and know what their “something” is, are the ones who know what they want and mostly they achieve it. In simple terms, they are winners . They explore options, choose one which suits them and they go for it. Decision making, is what they play on.

But there are others as well. For them this chain reaction is unstoppable. And it is so because they focus on problem and not on its solution. Often this thought process leads them into a state of absolute desultory. At a subconscious level they might be knowing what the answer to their problem is, but then its toughest to follow the simplest. For them either, this or anything for that matter is of least importance, or, it becomes so important to win that the fear of failure makes them enter into this vicious circle, that their thought process itself becomes a circle.

Its time to take control.