I am Thankful

Each moment, I am Thankful to million of events around me. So this is the first category I can think of.

ISKCON Bangalore – 1

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ISKCON stands for International Society for Krishna Consciousness. The society is the outcome of hard work of 12 years of his divine grace A.C.Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada ( Photo left side), established on 11 July 1966, and spread Krishna to the west. I am a regular visitor of the temple for the reason of my own solace out of my consciousness.

ISKCON is just again a vision of globalization of Krishna consciousness, arising from a small place of West Bengal. This has turned out to be a multinational organization/ society. In west Bengal, the Gauriya Math (The Gaurango-Nitai – devotees photo -right) is the center of Krishna devotees. And ISKCON is the outgrowth of its sibling which has succeeded with its approach.

Now the good thing, I noticed there while registering for the Yoga retreat course (I shall write more once I attend it), that those great MNC guys coming for solace like me. Most people I see in the MNCs are seeking for some sort of satisfaction in their daily monotonous (strenous) life. The course may be one of such way to find the solution.

ISKCON Bangalore is just not a temple of Hindus, but a society building to spread the basic Indian cultural values all over the world for the consciousness about the Krishna avatar which is the most popular in Indians. The thing which made this organization successful is its youth power. The priests/managers are young; many joined after leaving the lucrative jobs and hone the technical/managerial/literary expertise. Their fund raising efforts are well crafted, and I do support this with active participation.

Not as a devotee of particular religion, but as a unique persona, I do feel that Religion is just not the specific way of remembering the supreme and finding or not finding the shape out of it, it’s the way we try to understand the relations between “I and around”.

Welcome 2006 !!

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Wish you all a happy and prosperous New Year 2006 with all the smiles. Let the Almighty provide me strength and opportunity to be with you more time on net. This year is going to be really different for me, and my pen shall make you feel it.
Thanks a lot my dear Blogger.com, that gave me the space and guidance for my previous blog. Of course I shall link you. I am grateful to everyone like you.

27 Days

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Years reduced to Months.
Months Reduced to Days.
Left are only 27 days !
How should one count now?

Where is her lifelong Nest?
Where the beautiful heart rest?
When is the auspicious day?
“Wait Child”, two words He told.

Although the answer was enough.
And closing eyes were tough.
Nocturnal eyes slept wide open,
Searching roses in answer of hope.

Today, on nearing the day, one fears,
The auspicious moment of tears,
One wants to speak less, smile less,
To see her chirping, laughing forever.

To my blog inspirations

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The blog has covered a journey of more than one year. The birthday went off unnoticed . Anyway I saved all the birthday party expenses.

Presently I feel, its utmost important to me to recapitulate the events that led me to writing. All the times when I received appreciations and sometimes beautiful criticizes too, for my writings, I felt nice and encouraged. My writings had a cascading effect from the people around me and some of the well known authors and of course an excellent school teacher, my dear Maa.

My office boss, Sujay sir, better to say my elder brother, have many published Hindi articles in many magazines. The ground to earth man with an excellent attitude to think on the topics and analyze them impressed me. Last year once when my friend, Sanjay took out a topic of national importance for discussion on the net. I had ideas but could not gather them properly, so could not present my views. By the time my friend Prashant well wrote on the topic and let every one read on the group. The key was found. The ideas, he picked up were almost same as I wanted to say. But key was he took a strong point first, explained the details and added some another points and at last summed up it with another stronger point. By the time I saw Jaya’s blog too. Although the topics she touched ranged vastly but she had the ability to give sufficient reasons behind everything she wrote. In school, jokingly, I participated in a story writing competition after coming straight from the playground and after being forcefully insisted by respected Pandey sir, who used to teach Hindi. After few days, I knew that I was third. That meant that I had writing ability, may be at least of the third grade :-). Moreover for debates and extempore speeches, I am ready always since my school life.

So it was no looking back. I sat with my pen to write and created this blog and waited for comments. By the time Jaya’s suggestion came that one should keep writing without caring for them. I kept writing to sharpen my nib.

To none of my inspirations, till date I told them the fact. And one day when once my office boss told me, while casually seeing my Hindi poems on my laptop himself told that, these can be sent to the editors for publishing, I blushed. When Prashant again after seeing one of my writing told that I write well and presented that on our teacher’s website, I was again happy. At our alumni forum, one of my excellent friend, told me that my writings have confidence, I got really more confident. Some were traveling with me continuously and encouraging me among them were Manish ji, Silky ji, Alka ji, Sandeep ji, Piyali, Debashis da and more. To walk in a group has been an excellent experience for me.

Thanks a lot again my cohorts and inspirations, who are on an unknown mission which is very positive in nature. How nice it feels that the first day introduction meet remains same always.

An obituary to my Oxford dictionary

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This is an example of an“imaginary SMS”

because I don’t keep a mobile now.

O suet grl..

i want 2 tel u

dat wen u snd

me all da

sms, wich r

mostly…

4warded

nd in wich

u wantd to

show ur luv 2

ur frnds bt i cud

nt ndrstnd dos

foren lang…

so i bout a nu

dicsonry

frm Xword

buks2or.

gud nght

suet drms

Shares of etiquettes , I bought

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Hi my dear readers,
The reasons of mine last months absence have been revolving around me, my career as well as my family responsibilities. A lot of lessons, I have learnt in this period. I shall share them with you all. Ultimately my aims of writings are to benefit myself and/or my readers. The first topic, I do like to touch is basic etiquettes, the common man must have. Not being a Bengali guy (usually Bengalis give much emphasis to it) but as our oriental cultural outcome is there, which beautifies the life. The etiquettes cost nothing but gives back in lump. The base of etiquettes is respecting the other person. The net culture is not lacking it, but there are basic tendency of few people, due to which they miss a lot. I am not telling about calling me Prem ji or something like it. Even if they call me %#$# , I will be comfortable. But that too should be genuine and if with sufficient comments, then the better.

Then the topic of absence and etiquettes — the relationship may not be clear to you. Actually in my absence I have benefited a lot with the asset of mine. But apart from the cyber- world, the real world gives you back more with this asset (yes, more than what you can expect). I am richer now. No one can steal it. The polite and natural behaving to the other, as if another is your family member is the key.

I am back

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I must be back,
From backwaters.

I must be back,
From backtracks.

I must be back,
For my backbone.

I must be back,
With back lessons.

I must be back,
Not back but forward friends,

I am back,
To sleep again, someday!

A letter to Anjan da

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Milan Pally, Kishanganj,
Gandhi Jayanti, 2005.

Dear Anjan da,

Hope my letter finds you in your ever ready smile and spirit. I am delighted after getting your marriage invitation card. From Mariani, it reached me quite early such that I could have made all the journey arrangements in time. Kartick da shall be joining you, along with her better half as he told me over the phone. I am missing this golden opportunity to join you all at the marriage ceremony on 17th October because of my already planned schedule to Bangalore. Hope you shall understand it. And I can recall my wishes to shake my leg on Assamese music with widened hands at your wedding. I am missing to visit my well learned uncle, beloved aunt, scientist jamaibabu and jolly sisters and your traditional silk handicraft and of course the pan-betel nut.

If I were there ,you would have called my name with your same lengthy tone …Prrreeem…..which mixes more sweetness to my name. Your better half would have learnt the same thing from you and she might have called me the same way with her lady voice Prrreeeem or something like this. Ah…. I am missing something.

I shall like to congratulate my Pallabi boudi for her luck and an excellent unified life ahead. And to you, I shall like to suggest that after you get married please serve her morning tea as you used to do for us and share her household chorus too.

My best wishes for the couple. May the love’s sweet valley bloom and the fragrance spreads everywhere.

Your brother,
Prem.

Freeing up from own fibres

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Every night, score of migrants lay down with occasional closing eyelids on our station platform. With dreams in their eyes, they let the night pass to catch the next morning’s train going to Delhi or Punjab. There they work as daily labourers in the factories, farms, construction sites or similar kind of establishments. These people mostly tie up the journey money in their safe waist. The scores of dreams are carried in the general coaches of train, not better than packed livestock. If coolies are given some money they can push them inside the packed coach. No wonder, if slipper falls on the track or co-traveler has to get down because he can’t travel standing on the stairs.

These are mostly hopeless farmers or labourers who have difficulty to get job or can’t earn well in our region. Our Gangetic planes have lush green fields and fertile lands. But irony is that the agricultural produce is just sufficient to feed the people and sell the part of it to buy the family needs. Then there comes nature’s fury in the form of flood.

Let me adumbrate on the reality behind this situation, which discourages the need of looking into the real problem, with an incident. Last year on the occasion of cultural night on the eve of Independence day, my cultural group got enough permission to present a drama titled as “Patua” from the program managing authorities. Patua or Patsan is the local name of the Jute fibre. Based on the local farmers’ problems, this theatrical theme was conceived by us. In the direction of my mother, it was well shaped and an effective presentation was prepared with enough practice. It was our surprise that while doing rehearsal, at the end, at my pathetic cry, the neighbours used to sneak through the window with sympathy. On the actual performance evening, with my enthusiastic theatrical team, we reached the auditorium at before time itself. At the spot, we were informed that due to time constraint, our drama was cancelled off ! We were shocked on this coercion.

Once permitted with the theme of drama on pen and paper, and next it was just cancelled. Behind the theatre, the reliable sources told us that, the invitees are the big businessmen of the town. My team’s voice representing the grass root farmers was looked askance, since the officials knew about the theme, the performing group and its malefic effects on the respected delegates. The other dance programs along with some patriotic songs’ dramatic performances were performed as usual to entertain them and make a ballyhoo of patriotic feelings.

The significant business in our town depends on the business of Jute fibre too. Once upon a time the fibre of Jute used to give back good return. The price given to farmers used to be pretty high and the young man might have sold a bundle of Jute and return home back with a new bicycle. After popularity of plastic, truly the prices of jute has fallen but not that much that the same fiber gives in return only the token sum of money which in the most cases gives back only the investment. In this cultivation, the bonuses are the Senthi (the woody stem of Jute plants) and the leguminous nitrogen fixed in the soil by the roots. This nitrogen fixed is helpful to grow the next crop of paddy. For the helpless small farmers the thought of considerable profit is out of thought.

Even knowing all these, every agrestic migrant like to touch the moon in the distant land without uttering a single word, mesmerizes me.