Monday, May 4, 2015

The Night with the Truth


"..I promise...” she said and so many more, and so many times. He remembered, not the every phrase but the every smile from it.

 He believed it to be true. Now what is true, and what was, were big questions, while he is watching the stars and waiting for one to fall. So many wishes to make and certainly a life to be lived. ‘Life is a journey...’ the monk said, - ‘Happiness is inside, everything we see and search for can all be seen, if we start looking within...’

Preaching is easy, while practicing the same always goes the opposite. As his life was never to look inside, but to keep seeing the unseen, knowing the unknown and certainly the love to be loved, for ‘today-tomorrow and forever’. The dreams were many, and the night was slow. It’s still dark and the answers too. From where to be started, swiftly numerous question came. The place was empty, few sleeping near the light. None to watch, nobody to speak, a tea stall at a distance. The phases with the faith and hope, pierced deep inside. The choked throat for sure asking him again- ‘where am I going...?’ Let this be a journey where miles not to be walked, and sleep is nowhere near.

Perhaps she is travelling some distant hills, and he was still searching the cure for the pain it feels. Promises for sure, faith was more, fooled in a way that he still drawing the lines to connect the star.
It was a ‘love’ story, certainly yes, where time played the prime. But that monk once said, - ‘Rich is one who can give with a smile, and pray for a while…’ But whom to pray. The Lord is also asleep possibly.
The clock is still waiting for the first ray of light. The pause can be easily observed, everything came to a sudden halt. Suffocation was there for a long time now. And he is looking into the lines and the stones. Where to go, with so many promises been made, and the time to live...

Someone pulled the trousers, he looked back, and a small boy may be just three or four years of age asking for food. And certainly he had lost everything then. He is seeing the face of the lad and remembering the monk.  He is the poorest of all, with nothing to give, no patience even to bow the head once more and ask the Divine. His home is far, and journey unknown. He smiled at the boy, the pains are same, one is to eat and the other to breathe.

A light approached from the distant, a train came, a step unfamiliar, a ride never been dreamt. The promises were many, the emotions were perhaps delusion.  True is the pain. Lie were the roles. Still looking towards the brighter stars, searching the path forth.

The halt was over. The rays yet came.



Thursday, April 23, 2015

From other side of the grass..


The rain was never the reason for the halt, some memories were...

Someone called by the name, looked again... The moving trees, the dark sky, not any silver line...

It started long back, with an excitement to begin, and so many hopes within, for some miles to be walked and smiles to bring in.  A joy can be seen on the eyes of both, certainly the wish to live and the happiness to share. It was more a fairy tale, with emotion been high and motion crossing all limits. They met. They shared a dream and few promises for sure. It started then…

The world is never the way we see, we preach for happiness when we become lonely, we are as if fighting in a race to find, how many likes and how many comments. Rightly said once, we try to forget everything, thus came the “selfie” to show the bliss, and hide the moans.

The story can be stretched as long to be wished, where it was supposed to be two, while entered many. Smiles were there, but for whom was the question. People let in and then was the clout to dreams and hopes and so many feelings. The fight was then with ego of each, while trying to smile and killing the emotions within. Life is not always the way we desire to be, the roads carry the bumpers, the rose carry the thorns. Never knew how it pains. But somehow for sure the rain came in. Soaked the salt, and relived from the chock of the throat. They parted and life was like the way it was. It started then…

Met again for the last time for sure, though they never knew, how long it will be, or whether it will end. A phase to promise again and so they did. As if they just met to start knowing yet again. New hopes came in, perhaps where they could live the way they wished, certainly in the world they build on their dreams. Differences started diminishing and the passion poured in. They were happy. 

People came in, certainly like again, the faces were more, and the messages were lost in between. 
Ego or what, perhaps time can say, but while one said, it needed both the hands for the 'clap'. The sound nearly same, it was the 'slap' instead, to the promises that were made and by one hand for sure. It started then…

The rain started...

Saturday, August 13, 2011

In Crimson Red....




Here in the land of joy,
Seen the sun in crimson red!
At the fifth hour of the day;
The kids shouting and playing-
With all joys and gay!
The farmers with their cows,
Ploughing the fields with nothing to say!
The women at the evening time,
Talking within, may be about the day.

Yes I am here,
Where I ran my teenage days,
With emotion of no demotion!
Seen new paths being craved;
New dreams came in, with scope unbound,
Walked along the busy street-
And sat at the lonely ground!
Felt an evolution of the revolution
I listened to the chattering sound.

Suddenly I heard a cry, a son died!
The streets got a crowd, with new rhymes been praised.
I saw people running and hiding-
Near the distant shade!
The cheering faces are carrying a fear within.
The pastures changed after the spring.
Playing with blood and no words yet said-
Is this the change the land has prayed?

Yes I am here, still here-
Seeing the sun in crimson red…!!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

An Odyssey on You


An Odyssey on you


Life is eternal, friendship is immortal and death is horizon.
My dear- “Our life is what our thoughts make it”
And he says that, “Nature never did betray, but the heart that loves her..!”
It’s true while so many leaves fall from the tree very few pick it up-
Many people make friendship very few keep it up..!

Life sometimes starts with the word- GO
But doesn’t retard when we say- SLOW…
The wind had once told me-
“Don’t love the pretty skies-
It does changes and speaks lies…!”

My brother says, “Adam and Eve started to Love,
Then Laila and Majnu introduced it,
Paro and Devdas suffered from it,
Romeo and Juliet died for it”
My dear, I really fear for it…!

I take the things the way it comes,
I listens philosophy, but I act in seldom.
I know not what fragrance you bear,
As I wait each day for your voice to hear!
Always cherish those moments, though you are not near…

I met with a friend that day,
She smiled and said- “you are still lonely these days!”
I smiled and thought-
It lies not in the power to love or to hate,
For will in us is overruled by our fate!

My dear I know not who you are and why we met
I want to share some stories before it’s late
The outcome is sometime hard to hear.
But I believe- Few ever fail by trying
Few even win by loving…

My uncle says- “Patience gives way,
If you really love someone with soul and heart-
Then you will get her definitely someday.
As sure as the sunlight on a sunny day
As pure as the presence of Lord on every right way…!”


-Sourav Mukherjee
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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Unknowingly Knowing You

         

Walking alone in a crowded space,
I closed my eyes and saw your face.
The day was not so good for me,                                                          
I searched every where but not find thee.
The clock’s running fast,
Faster are the people.
I have never seen you-
Unknowingly I am still searching you.
I remember the scrap that came as “Hi!”
“Hello” was the reply but I never bid “bye”
We became friends after several days
Winds blew us but again I found one day.
I know not much of you,
But my heart has so many stories to share with you.
Everyday you take me to the fairyland!
Where there were red bricks and no sand..!
You are someone whom I meet in every dream.
You peep from there, wherever I see,
You smile and gaze to the deed unknown.
You try to reap for me, whatever I sown!
You hide at some place, I never seen,
You say me something, which I can’t mean.
You look from the midst of the sky.
You whisper me to fly high!
Unknowingly I had known you,
Though very less but it was only you.
I love the moment when I am with you…
Everyday I am feeling and knowing you..!!

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Are they still the same.....



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‘There exists a law of nature, where we born to die one day.’ It says that we grow and we mature with our physical outlook and mental expertise. I believe that there lies another law, the law of distinction and discrimination, by which we classify each organism accordingly. If Human Being is taken, we classify them according to race, color, linguistic and so many. In broader perspective we classify according to masculine and feminine.

Women, as once defined by some intellectual scholars, are placed nearer to nature; while man are placed nearer to culture. They both are equally important. Still then they both are treated in a different way.

Down the ages we have seen, women in different roles. Their way of leading a life differs from that of a man. Every time and every moment they prove the test of their patience, faith and hope. Remarkably, when President Barack Obama expressed the change that he wanted to bring in, was by citing an example of a women, 106 years old, Ann Nixon Cooper, where he clearly defined the hope and faith through which she lead her life, a life, when every thing gets fade and then also it gives her the courage to move forward.

Indian society and its culture have shown us the male hegemony and their domination through the ages, a society where male has been given the power to rule by the theory of inheritance. From the birth of a child to the day when one leaves this beautiful earth, the women’s pride and prejudice are stigmatized. Families still favor the birth of a boy then a girl, creating a fear among the ecological balance of this planet.

While we pray and worship Goddess, with the faith that Devi Durga is the imagery of power and courage, while Goddess Lakshmi as the sign of wealth and Lord Swarswati as the strength to bring the curiosity and skill to learn and know the unknown knowledge. While relating those with our day to day life, I usually get aghast to see the daily; where women’s power , strength and everything is paralyzed by torturing them physically and mentally, burning them alive, beating them in crowded street, defining them as ‘bitches’. Adding much more astonishment is when minors are get raped, even child of age eight doesn’t get spare from such inhumane activity.

Standing in the 21st century, a life of a woman is very difficult to portray as there is vast array of differences between women’s dignity in urban life, the semi-urban life and rural life. Women at the metropolitan life have defined their own life style. In semi-urban life, one can easily visualize the nature of women, who is struggling every moment for her success. They are fighting every day with the so called ‘men-dominated society’. They are utilizing the opportunities to the fullest, craving their future, building their dreams. A woman here explores the theory ‘Struggle for existence’ to keep their feet in the crowd. In Rural India, women have a different role to play, where every time women are compelled to lead their life in pre-defined way, sometimes by their parents, their husband, in- laws and sometimes by their children. Women are led to live a life for others and not for themselves.

Women from whatever province may be taken, has always proven their importance in building up the Indian Culture. Starting from Rajia Sultana to Indira Nooyi, their presence has influenced not only women but also man. In every field and at every arena, the existence and importance of women has always been felt from Kalpana Chawla to Phulan Devi. The Indian government has passed many laws and rules for protecting and preserving the rights of women, like the Equal Remuneration act where pay equal for both men and women for similar work. The Govt. has also prohibited women employment at night except in certain areas. It is also the fact that there has been a bitter clash of words when Parliament starts discussing for Women Reservation Bill. Thanks to the 73rd and 74th amendment which provides 33% of reserved seats for women in local governing bodies, which has also been proposed to extend to 50%.
 The role of women has been changing radically with the passage of every day. The literacy rate of women which was 8% during Independence is now 28% in Rural Sector and 63% in Urban Sector. In the corporate sector, study reveals that women has got immense role to play in the coming days. In the field of sports they also hold the national flag in the world sporting events. But they are been less focused in electronic media. Their lies the interrogation, “Are we mentally prepared to provide Equal Opportunity for women too..?” Diplomat replies that every queries need not to be answered. Certain Member of Parliament warns to commit homicide if Women Reservation Bill comes to existence in actual scenario. The so- called ‘male-dominated’ society are in fear, if women are allowed to come to the forefront then their role may get diminish.

The two oldest tradition of Indian culture are the corruption and the prostitution. Those were there in pages of Ramayana and Mahabharata and also in dynasties upon dynasties that ruled India. Study reveals that it has increased down the years. In a more hypothetic way I believe women manage things better than a man, and if they will be given their proper rights, then corruption can decrease which can result in decrease of prostitution with a larger equation.

But India is changing and changing a lot. During the walk, which started from 1947, at the stroke of midnight of mid August by saying, “…when the whole world sleeps, India rise to life and freedom…” In these 63 years, we are proud to say that we are still successful in protecting the Indian Culture, where man and women has equal roles and responsibilities. The country whose first citizen is President Madam Prativa Singh Patel, the country whose speaker of the elected member’s house is also a woman, Madam Meera Kumari, even the chair person, who is the main head of the United Progressive Alliance, Mrs. Soniya Gandhi, is also a woman. The more important is that they are heading the country at a same time.