The Friend Forever !

Do you hear the sounds,
At the distance – the twitters.
Can you decipher the meanings-
The flipping wings says something !

Do you feel the rhythm in you,
Of those dancing bodies.
Do you feel the sync,
Of the vibration of the souls.

Can you see the light of – a blink,
On the old woman’s face.
Can you see the pains in,
The natural smile of a slum boy?

Do you follow the dreams –
Of some other’s eyes too.
Do you read the pains –
Hidden in your friend’s smile.

Do you shed few tears,
When you don’t understand,
Why do I return late ?
When time seemed long.

Come, hold my hand.
Feel the warmth,
Sitting silent together –
You are my friend
forever .

The eternal dreams

Closing my eyes –
I wish to live with –
My dreams –
They are true –
In themselves.

Along with my soul –
They will be with me,
Till my last sleep.
When you wouldn’t say –
“Wake up”.

Let me sleep.
For a while –
If you can,
Wherever you are,
Close your eyes too,
And please share,
Along with me –
The eternal dreams.


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To my dear – 1

Dear Rose / Orchid / Lotus / Jasmine/ All flowers (Except Cauliflower),

Still I don’t know who are you, where are you , how smart are you. But on my side, I got smart ( reason I am explaining below), so I want to talk a lot before marriage. After marriage, I will be hearing you as all the man have to do !

Now keep reading my stories. Hope you will not say these to any body 🙂

Many of my friends do know that I am not a movie buff. As I do enjoy my life’s own movie. Anyway whenever people used to talk about movies, I had to sit silent, as I didn’t know much about commercial cinemas. Last movie I saw was Hrithik Roshan’s first movie.. what the name….Off forgot.. Lemme search google.

Wah found..

Hrithik Roshan – Biography
On January 14 2000 Hrithik Roshan entered a cinema to attend the premiere of his first film Kaho Naa… Pyaar Hai (2000). When he came in some people … – 34k – Cached – Similar pages – Note this

8 years… ago !! And from then I never been to a cinema hall. Many a times friend said ‘lets go to movie’ . I made lame excuses. And before someday many of friends knew that it was my wish that I will see the next movie along with you only.

And one day one of my friend said something about my this wish. ‘B’ said that may you say -“Hey why did not you see the movie ! With me you could have seen the movie once more na”. Even then I did not went to movie.

And last saturday, when I was in office, my same friends ‘B’ and ‘P’ called me that they were going to movie after night dinner. Though I had thought I would walk the theater for the first time, in hands in hands of yours 🙁 I waited for you so many days, but you did not came. So I went with my friends who have been with me since last 20 years !! May be after going to movie you may meet me !!

‘P’ offered me free conveyance, free ticket ( Rs. 150/- ) . And the movie name was “Get Smart” – a comedy movie. First movie in Bangalore that too for me with a name “Get Smart” . It was time to “Get Smart”

Anyway we went to movie. Parking was full so ‘B’ parked his alto at distance of 100 meters from Sarala Grand.

When we reached hall, we thought to have some ice-cream.

There were many screens in one cinema hall !! My friends were searching for screen number. We entered screen no. 3. After entering, I wanted to move towards the seat in middle. But B said to move right as ours was at the right most three seats. Ohk ! Seat number too was booked on internet ! All Dolby sound effect gone !!

There at cinema hall .. uff Multiplex theater , I saw something quiet interesting there. People used to carry full plate of fast foods, cool drinks, and pop-corns ( we call it makai / makki ka lawa) and go into the movie hall. I never saw a such a big dining theater hall with a such a big screen ! We will also keep our dining table and Big TV ( I mean Plasma TV, right na) to make a dinning theater hall.

The movie started. All those hollywood pronunciation entered my ears after filtering process only. May be some hairs in ears have grown up more. May be 50% ( Am I honest here !) of their conversation I could understand ! I wished if somehow they could give the subtitles in Bengali or Hindi or easiest in English. But it was a boring movie, I could guess out. Sometimes I saw the face of my friends too, whether they are enjoying the movie.

Yeah one biggest Indian actor with small role was our large Indian, the Great Khali of WWE fame.

Even in the boring movie it was a houseful show. What a crazy Hinglishtanis we are here ! And people used to laugh on some conversations, whereas I could not understand many of the words itself at the point they laughed ! Pity on me 🙁

After 40 mins, my dear sponsor friends themselves got bored and crushing themselves for coming to movie !

I was just listening them and smiling. As everything I was getting free, I had little complaint about the poor humor of movie. But I was sad inside that, these guys gave a way to break my promise !!

As the promise is broken now, I will go to all other halls in Bangalore and find the best one before I take you there 🙂 .

BBBBUT What if you could be from Bangalore itself who could have seen more movies in one year than I have seen in whole life !!

Anyway rest details when I meet you ….


400 Runs of the blog

400th post and there is something to write.

You Run It. “You” meant – the readers – inspirations and everyone around. Here to be specific – you used to be some person – who reads me – otherwise the writings were just meaningless. The calendar kept changing the pages so do grew up my blog interaction. I am writing many of my specific interactions with different blogs, without naming the blog or blogger. The concerned blogger will find, where he / she is. Each Para is dedicated to specific blogger almost chronological order.

She is ground to earth in real life but do appear proud in blog world. Her earlier writing used to be mask free but later on – the mask, she put in her writings – I did not liked. But as she had been my first blog inspiration. I used to thought three years back – if I put comment on her blog – may she will add in her blog roll. But today I think what a stupid I was ( Still I am ) :).

One afternoon, I saw one notice on the blog – as for some personal reason – she is going to delete the blog. Without a second thought – I started saving her pages – one page – two pages – three page. Next I thought to save the comments too. Within 2 minutes – she had done – the worst thing in blog world – she had deleted the blog .It was a blogspot blog. The blog name was free to use or misuse.

I acquired the same url at the same moment. And I re-published the poems and the stories. She read and tried to find out – who put them back. I said to her. A blog friend – whom I found on Orkut later. The writings are still there without her identity.

I was on no one’s blogroll. What to do ! Add some persons’ name on blogroll and kept commenting on their blog – may one day they may add you up. So he was a Pune’s software engineer – in my blog roll and after some days I was on his. The poem collection of his is still nice ones. He will chew his Lucknowi paan and spit smartly on the politicians and anything wrong around.

When feelings just flow down the body, mind and soul – her fingers play with the keyboard. And for her – writing is the only thing – she finds solace. It was her series on mother that caught my attention. Her writings are unique, that you rarely find in the blogs. I do simply adore her respect for cultural values and human relationship. Though she don’t know many of the things, she is full of “whys” – but the interesting fact is she will be available to give lectures on any topic. Anyway, years together, we became the blog friends forever.

She said me – Please start a blog for me. I made not just one – but three with so many templates. She started them but later deleted one good one – that pained me more than her, as wordpress blogs are not recoverable. But I knew – once she will start blogging – she will have a strong network – and I was not wrong. She found her platform through blogging and express herself more freely.

I wanted to make friendship with him – as he was from IIM Bangalore – a carefree blogger. I wanted one chance to get nearer. One day he was seeking help for logo designing – I extended my help. And he now in a very good positioned executive. When I reached Bangalore – I gave him a call – and he replied “Haan haan yaad hai Prem Piyush blog wale !” I was happily surprised.

He is the icon of Hindi blogging and Bangla blogging, extremely helpful person. Even for a small help – he used to be always in front. No doubt – he was again helpful when I asked for help for my Geetanjali translation. He not directly but gave me a link of another blogger – who really helped me.

Once the blog was just dead, I little knew what to write, no themes to write. Little did I knew there are readers without identity. And inspiring lines vibrated – “When you think there are readers around – your natural expression is gone.” And to my right or wrong – came up the whole spectra of poems and stories. Though she is not a frequent blogger, but I will not be surprised when one day there will be her writings in international journals and magazines.

I did found a motherly figure, which has sufferings written like many of the mothers. The glass ceiling struggle sometimes shows there too. She guides to stand up and inspire to move on despite the odds of life – which keeps inspiring you too. Many a times they seem just the lectures – but when we pass through same situations of life – ‘ the experiences’ seems true which seemed ‘lectures’ once upon.

Though she was in known blog circle, but she came late in my linkage. But I initiated with the comments – as she turned out be a painter, poetess, story teller, photographer and something more. She walked along the sun though even facing the fierce sun rays. She promises to be good regular blogger but she only knows, how regular she is ! 🙂

She writes her cooking skils, her normal tit-bits of life. Thats good enough to read. But when I needed help for authentic verification of some Tagore literature known person – she did seek helps of her uncle. And she sent me the corrections and suggestion of my Geetanjali blog. Not many such persons you find around. The extensive travel experience of hers are clear in her writings – that makes her writings interesting.

There was this person, whom I saw evolving a poet because of his love to her Rupsee, and also the person, who is modern in thought and at the same time with his roots deeply routed to the Indian culture and world literature. A person – who will do blogging for a long time, its really nice to feel close to such dedicated persons with poetic talents hidden.

To her I called firebrand writer, but she claimed back that she is a poet at heart. Her writing seeks freedom from political dirt, idiosyncrasy, and fake masks of life. Who is nature loving and bold enough to say straight. She is a bit lazy writer but comes up always with some kind of volcano.

He was again a chain link from one blog to another blog. In his “English words” – in almost each poem of his – forces me to consult the dictionary. The guy – whose blog used to convey – some different way of logical thinking – changed the way I think.

She put her first comment in blog world – in my blog – willingness to write in Hindi. I could not help her at the time. But she found her own way out – today with her own website – she is dedicated to writing poems. She is a grown up kid – for whom I became a E-teacher. A budding poetess – who just dreams that one day her ghazals will be sung by famous voices. I wish her lots of luck.

She is the daughter of renowned poet. In real life , she is like younger sister of Lata di. Her carefree writing about almost everything seems – she is young writer in her 20’s. Though she is a motherly figure but I said her that I will call her by name without any ji. And she replied me personally happily. She uses smiley’s carelessly – as she claims – that helps her to express well 🙂 🙂 . ( I guess Man / Woman never grow up – I have found my mother / father many a times – like a kid girl / boy. )

In these years – on others blog, apart from enjoying, learning and getting inspirations, I saw deleting blogs, deleting posts, and modifying comments, and on my side there were other poems and paintings that I could never publish. My blogroll exist in my memory and assist me online is, my Google Reader, which says me when, where, what is published without delay.

The only thing in the blogworld that makes me happy (and may be you too) is – to find a new post on a blog – which gives a sense of satisfaction after finding that, the blogger exists with possible human feelings !

Thanks Everyone Being Around ! 🙂 I will be Running again …

Dhansirhi – the stories by Gargi Bhattacharya

One evening while returning from office, at the 7-Days shopping center, as per my habit, I checked for new magazines. On the upper racks,there were the recent issues of India Today, Readers digest, and few mores magazines and the lower racks were still holding the old editions.

At the bottom most rack were diaries, notebooks and few more books. Within them, I saw a Bengali book in brown cover. I picked it up and flipped through the pages and kept it back. It was a 26 short stories book, priced at Rs. 75/-. At the moment, there was not enough reasons for me to buy a story book.

Days passed on. I used to get a glimpse of bookshelf as usual. The number of that particular book’s copies seemed decreasing. Inquisitive now I was ! And I again picked up the same book to check – who wrote it?, as the writer’s name was not well known. I thought to buy it, as the writer was some Mrs. Gargi Bhattacharya from Bangalore.Dhansirhi

As the bookshelf is located at the main entrance, the book was getting dust over it along with diaries kept there. But the bright brown color of the cover and the painting was talking something to my instinct. I picked it up and wiped the dust out and read the preface.

I bought it that evening, and after dinner I started reading the stories. Having done my education in Hindi and English, the distance from Bengali literature makes my Bengali reading speed slow. The story writing technique caught my attention. It was story about a small bird and a famous female screen personality. The story ended with a message of need of indigenous methods and ill effects of using the pesticides. There are stories of love and tears and the complete saga of human emotions. One can just keep reading.

So did, I kept reading other stories. The way she picks the theme, and makes the scenario and at last brings her ‘message’ quite efficiently are really impressive. The sentences used are simple yet full of flow.

After few days of my reading, Ma arrived here. I let her read the book. She got something good to read at home, when I was in office. She read all the stories and was equally impressed by the stories. In evenings and back to home journey, I re-heard the stories from her. She just gets lost, while narrating the stories, after losing herself in the characters! It was easy to guess, how much she loved the stories.

I let Ma know, the writer is from Bangalore itself. She said to write her back congratulating on her debut story book.

After few days, I wrote Gargi back and she replied. And her reply again left an impression of earthiness and a humble appreciation of praise.

She told me about her one new book to be published. And I do hope, the new book will be a success again on the bookstalls and she will be a hit in Bengali literary circle.

Congrats to Gargi ! May God bless her pen and her supportive family !

The Handbag

Her marriage is on 16th Dec. Her marriage invitation card along with a letter reminded me the day, which was her second day in the office.

To me, it was a normal working day, as I reached the door of first floor and I was about to enter. On the right side, I saw the new girl stepping down the stairs from the cafeteria. But to me it seemed that her steps were extra cautious.

My sub-conscience was not wrong. Just before, she was about to touch the floor from the stairs, she got unbalanced and was about to fall miserable. Without thinking anything, I moved forward and hold her hand. Before I can extend my left hand, she balanced herself . Before she could understand what happened, she promptly said… “Oh Sorry”.

I observed , her eyelid seemed wet. She might have cried few minutes before in cafeteria, I guessed.

While falling , she managed her dupatta but could not balance her handbag. The handbag kept rolling on the stairs towards ground floor. I guessed she did not fastened the zip of the handbag. The things in handbag scattered !

I offered her help. We gathered many used mobile recharge coupons (which she seemed never throw), a lipstick, a small diary, one small black polythene, petals of a dry rose which had turned out black, and a half torn letter, and some piece of paper torn in smallest pieces. There were broken bangle pieces ( Not sure, were they broken before ) and a little soft-toy attached key-chain.

At the time there were no one on the stairs to make her more embarrassed , but she was embarrassed. She must had got sprains on the ankle. Afterwards, neither I nor she said this falling episode to our colleagues ever.

She stayed with us for 7 months. The days she spent with our teams were really good. She changed the organization for better prospects. The industry is habituated to see such departures , but to two of her friends, it meant missing her contribution in the team.

I never knew much about her, unless few days before, she sent me a friend request in Orkut. I clicked to her personal profile. I was surprised to see her details. She had written: from the past relationship I learnt — “NEVER EVER trust Anybody”. I was a bit surprised to know this thing about her, but the sentence did elaborate the things she kept in her handbag.

I accepted her friend request and wrote a mail for her auspicious future.

She replied me back.

Today I dont have words to reply your line
“I do wish, Bhanumati ka Pitara ( the handbag) will contain fresh roses now onwards”
Apply for leave early and try to come along with Rakesh.
C. Puja


History has a very peculiar tendency. It repeats. After reading this I could not resist to post it from Ashutosh’s blog, when his brother left him….

जानता हुं, तु अब कभी नही उठेगा,
शायद मेरे लात मारने से भी नही,
शायद यही सोच,
अभी जब तेरी चिता को आग दी जा रही है,
मेरे आंसु, उस आग को बुझा ना दे,
मुझे तेरी आखिरी दर्शन से भी वंचित कर दिया गया है,

Twinkle Twinkle…


She has been constantly ‘same’ person making us read and write 🙂 . She has been there since when there was none to put the comments on the posts. She has creativity and festivity in her Newari lifeline. Today is her birthday, hence a small poem from this blog to her.

प्रभात की किरणें नयी नवेली,
कहीं भजन तो कहीं रंगोली।
कभी शांत तो कभी ठिठोली,
करती अनुभूति आज अठखेली ।

चाँदनी कहलाती एक अलबेली,
न माँगे गुलाब, और न बेली ।
सो भेज रहें हैं सखा – सहेली,
जन्मदिन मुबारक तुम्हें जूनेली ।flowers.jpg

Many – many happy returns of the day to dear Juneli. Wishing you happiness, prosperity and a creative year ahead.

Thousands of Thanks

Sending 25 thousands thanks to You. You have made 25,000 visits to this blog. Your consistency and encouragement motivated me to get a Nikon for capturing unexpressed moments in the stage of words. 

Flower Vase, Drawing Room, Bangalore 

Today, welcome all of you in my drawing room. This particular image will change periodically as per changing time and colors. I wish, I could put some more pictures frequently to express something worth thousands of words, when my literal words need them as companions.

Thanks once again.

To Dear Friend

The very morning,
While you was lonely,
Near the spring,
You do know,
I was there,
And I did hear,
That you sing.

Today,Friendship Hands
Me, miles away,
I couldn’t buy gifts,
Nor the flowers,
Or a call in the air.
Even then,
Touching your fingers,
In air, I am there.

Many celebrate,
Hug and smile.
And like  them,
We can’t meet,
Even for a while.

Like always before,
Let us pray –
God bless us ,
We will celebrate,
Every new morning,
Happy friendship day.

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