Jagriti

You and I, had so much to argue with,
The way to love never ends finite.
You and I, had so much to laugh out loud with,
To way we used to be, humor had no limit.
You and I, were so much at peace,
The way even a dove couldn't tell.
You and I, broke so many times,
The way even water can not.
You and I, clashed opinions over issues,
The way even diplomats can not.
You and I, were so close to each other,
The way even intimate can't tell.
Silly things, love things, important decisions
Were to be made, we had to make.
You and I, were meant to be together,
The way even death couldn't tear us apart.

Get your strings pulled..

Dear reader,

At this moment when this blog article is the neonatal stage of its formation, my mind hurls and my thoughts whams inside the morphological limits of the brain. Whimsical at times, I interrogate the validity of these questions that are raised in this aimless soul. All I know is that, loss is like a compound interest made on the rate of seconds of time which keeps on increasing.



Fortunately, its a linear increment and not an exponential one or else you would've been screwed big time for losing such precious treasure. No, my precious dear reader, it wouldn't make any difference to growl on the short time you are left with.

It's still not too late to row your boat, put yourself through paces, keep yourself organized in a way that your schedules keep the strings pulled for you. A fecund mind never sleeps, knowingly or unknowingly it keeps producing thoughts worth selling. All it lacks is the way to establish its ground on the real plane. Earth is deteriorating my friends but the world is advancing. Don't you find the last line contradicting in itself? How can something die in and die out and yet live through and advancing each day to a newer level.After all these useless thoughts I carry within me, I've known one thing which we all know but we tend to overlook when the time comes. You must use the same courage you selflessly provide to people you care for that's very important. Your inner voice, your intuition will never let you down. But the question arises how shall one utilize one's intuition. Its simple, like what you do to yourself when you are sad and lonely, not living but dragging your carcass around sluggishly as if you were meant to be a liability after all. Never, when do you look down to see yourself ? You look straight into the eyes in the mirror, you wish things can just be put right and they never can go wrong. Look forward, live your imaginations by putting them into actions. Trust your conscience, if you are not sure about the moral validations of your thoughts, it somehow knows how to differ the good from the bad. Then after you have put your imaginations to work, wait for the results. It does not necessarily be quick rewarding but the result will let you know that your selfless and hard work was worth all that sowed.



If you are still not sure how to put things on the right track and organized.Well, there is a secret of how to keep things on a right track and they never can go wrong. It might seem silly but keep a track of your every action every step, every approach towards the big goal- Your Success. Maintain a journal and maintain it well. Learn not to write what you do but do what you write. YES!!! you read the last line right, You might need to write the journal before you start the day and do what your journal says, for the rest of the day. Let the brilliant ideas in your head be jolted down in ink, give them a careful look then get up on your feet and start searching ways of getting those things done. You might need to keep the journal handy because you may never know your plans need a recourse. There might be many things that you didn't even know were the pre-requisites, a qualifier task to reach just a step closer to your plan that you might learn only when you are out on field. With the rocket science gadget called the Internet, you can out reach any thing you want but just know that it may help to put you a fraction of step ahead, give your idea a head start but the rest of the project is under your guidance and is waiting for your intellect to work on it.

"Don't be afraid to make mistakes but be not to make any."

Aabol-Taabol

One small step is a giant leap for mankind they say. But when it comes to our lil ones' its a giant leap of imagination in ones' mind without guessing the obvious outcome of the tricks their mind plays on the structural establishment of this world. They keep a track of thought with no definite set of rules. This is what had been tried to portray in the famous pre-schoolers' book, "aabol-taabol" by Sukumar Roy.

The poet very beautifully integrates various concepts of child imaginations of spirits, living beings and inspirations from various real life like situations and expressing them poetically in a way a toddler skips one's thought from one topic to another. The book comes with various famous pictorial descriptions so you know what you had been imagining while reading the phrases. The rhythm of the poems don't get out of track but it may contain more than one rhyme scheme and variation of stress you have to imply while reading on from one phrase to another to signify its importance. These intonations are important concepts which must be taught to a toddler for your child shall know how a poem has to be read.

I had spent a fair share of time during my nursery days learning all the poems written in the book by heart. That did fetch me quite an applause when guests arrived and I got to be their clown of entertainment, acting all the poems and versing flawlessly one after another.

This book is carried on as a legend still. Bengal and parents there who know the fun one shares to teach their kids, these poems and to see them versing them back enacting each phrases. A child is a gift from heaven and for newly wed couples who marry out of love or had their destinies arranged. They must get a copy for their lil angel. Your child learns from you and these poems can become a very important part of his childhood. Let this legacy be carried on.

The Pain of The Love!!

They say it hurts to love, they say it is a sickness.
A mental disease that keeps you addicted to the one person whom you might have seen once or twice and call it, "love at first sight..!"
Do you really think that bullshit can keep you from believing that the attraction you have for latter is a mere delusion. A curiousity of wanting to know more, of wanting to get intimate more and for the need of boosting self confidence that even you can make a difference in someone's world. Hardly realizing that you, my friend, are important to your parents. Especially your mother who loves you from the very first moment you make your biological presence in her womb. It is the love you can never repay. A love one should scarifice even one's life for because one owes too much. But a mother never demands for her child's life rather is willing to sacrifice her own if the need be.
A mother, takes up the real pain of labor. The pain of nursing while still trying to recover from her pain. The pain to keep her child safe from all harms she knows. The pain of negligence when her child grows and has his/her own importance. The pain of abandonment by her own blood when she needs the care once the baby needed.
This, my friend is the pain of love. For all those who might have start with perception that it would be laced with lust romance betrayal and are disappointed, I beg your pardon because I thought I had something more important to share.

The beauty of confused mind.

When I first gathered my senses looked out of the window,
I saw the trees swaying with its leaves dancing as winds blow.
When I get to the lands high and dreams higher.
Pursue the fear to fall, in your heart never.
While I spent my time concluding the motivation that kept crowd moving,
I was held back with the false core of the system tired of proving.
With the care of lithic in my azan,
I pull up sleeves to pen down a 'gaan.'
Never does the city sleeps,
And never do the million dreams.
With the eyes open when the dream is seen,
Is the dream with mean and is the dream well seen.

Choice.. Your freedom!

All the good that we have in this world comes with the choices we made. Never so insane, never so silly did this idea look to me. I had chosen my fair share of happines with the choices life has made for me. In India, parents in most of the cultures are concerned with child's security that the choice of living and way of living of the child rests with his/her parents or their guardians. For a moment it might suck, the very idea of your life being controlled and the way freedom has not been given to one individual might force you to aprehend that these budding individuals wouldn't survive the strong and rash world when it comes to them. For we have demanded freedom too much that now it might look like when someone guards us, preventing or warding off the possible danger one yound mind might get into, is a violation of our birth rights. I would like to intervene here and ask a simple question to the reader, "How many times have you been given freedom and how many of them were well utilised?" Except for the fact that our nation produces a few heroes and more commoners. If restriction to certain areas of a child's interest are made then we cannot blame the parents for blocking a road to success. If a parent demands something from a child then it is just that he/she obeys and stays out of troubles.
The peer pressure is an influence enough for a child to rebel. Not just that a child gets down to protest against his own parents but sometimes resorts to unfair violent means to get them on to his/her terms.
Such a stage comes when the individual is striving to make his mark on society but he doesn't get the weightage in his own family. A fa-m-ily is "far more than i love you" then why does one have to fight with the one's whom one loves, who are the most dear but they fail to understand thr needs of this budding indvidual.
Think!