a daughter to her Dad

Dear Dad,


It’s been too tough living without you from past 5 years. Everything seems to be incomplete when you are not around. I have started loving you even more. From last 5 years I miss a lot of things.
I miss my Sunday ice-cream.
I miss my cookery classes.
I miss my teddy beddy fights.
And the most I miss is, being a daughter, your daughter.
I miss all those stuffs which we used to do together. I don’t want to say I miss you, because I can only Love you. And you will always be there in me.


Love you.
Yours daughter.

Our children are not our children

How often in our society we think we have the power of controlling our children’s acts and thought. We believe that we possess an indefinable right over their lives. But do we really acquire it?

We give them birth, we say them our children. But we are only a medium of bringing one life to this world. We may overpower their eating habits but how can we overpower their thoughts? As we have our own thoughts, so do they being a different individual. We can stop their body from stepping out of the house but how do we stop their souls flying.

They live with us, from the day they are born, with no thoughts and reverie, but they are born with the soul. During the time they grow up their fade reverie and endeavor sharpens and a time comes when they want to escape the fence. The time, they release their soul full of thoughts.

 There is a reason for existence of everything and being in this world. Give your children the passage to follow their soul. Let them unleash. It’s like the arrow and the bow, the archer’s hand bends the bow to release the arrow, the God is the archer’s hand, you are bow and your children are the arrow thant are meant to be liberate.

its voice echoed in my ears

(continued part of the book hawker to wished me "happy reading" for first time ever in my life)

It was an hour spent I reached home. I made some evening sweet tea for mum and me. I switched on the television and and kept the book on the table, while sipping the hot and sweet tea the book seemed attracting me, asking me to read it. Its voice echoed in my ears and only I could hear it. I finished the tea and took the book in my hands and went to the inside room, rested back and flipped the first page and it was chapter one.

For the next few hours I was engrossed in reading. I didn't realized that it was dinner time and I had to push a bookmark to the page I am reading and have to close the book. I didn't wanted to leave it. But I closed the book only to come back again.

For the next few days it was almost every where I took that book with me self, either it was metro when I traveled in the city or may be in a cafe where I went to see a friend and had to wait long as I reached earlier because I wanted to read the book for few minutes more in a day. I was so surprised while reading, every chapter had turns and twist and more beautifully linked towards each other.

to be continued...

The book hawker who wished me 'Happy Reading", first time ever in my life.

It was one evening when I took a little tour to a local market, walking through I saw the hawkers settled with both the sides of the path. The master were tightly tied to their seats with voice pitching to attract customers to sell their all goods displayed on the table. With little droplets from the sky it was not an easy task for them to glue customers, as they all were in hurry to leave for their home and also to prevent themselves from wetting up to the skin. While surpassing most of the stalls, I was bound to hooked by the book stall. With piles of books displayed I was followed by the greediness of so many thoughts running in veins of my mind. So many books with so many stories I wished to read them all. But all I had to do was to select one or two amongst the pile. It was forty minutes past when I started brushing my eyes on many books, I noticed that from past ten minutes i was holding one book in my left fist. And by that time I knew that my hand had already did the job for me and my mind didn't had to work any longer for choosing one amongst all.

The author's name was of course new to me. I never had heard her name before. So i thought it would be a all new experience to read a unknown. It was Dilly Court. As soon as I asked the staler to wrap the book in a old newspaper as if i would be taking it. He came up with three others of Dilly Courts. But I said I would like to finish it first before you ask me to buy all different editions of an unknown author. He slipped the books to side table made up of piled books and took the book from my hand which I had selected from his entire collection. I paid him the bucks he owned and he with a sweet smile in face wrapped the book in an old newspaper and and handed it over to me wishing me "happy reading, ma'am. Do come back for some more of her, you will definitely love it." He was the first ever book staler who wished me happy reading. I smiled him back and said "definitely I will." I left the stall and hurried to get back home soon so that I can start reading on the new author. It was like if I was a five year girls who fantasied playing with her new doll. I turned my heels and started walking with all curiosity in my mind.

to be continued....

megher chua akash

Akashe bhore ache kalo hoye megh,

Brishtir roshe aaj dube ache kay.

Pakhir gaan r koekil er daak,

Mone modhe koto kichu ektuku to dekh.

Gacher arale dariye ache kathbirali,

Miche miche heshe bole dhorte parbi ki?

Bagane phute ache saath ronger phul,

Mone hoye jeno zaminte neme eshche,
notun ek...rongdhonu..

when we meet people

In life we meet so many people, people who stay with forever and some people who live with us for some time. In that some time we kind of trust them, love them, and more over admire them. But when they break our trust, it simultaneously breaks our hearts and the love and admiration vanishes. I questioned myself why they broke my trust but actually the question lingers beneath.

When we know they are not going to be with us forever, then why we trust and love them so much. But we can’t predict of someone’s being in our lives, they just come like a wind, breezes us for a while and then moves.

The only thing we get to know is few more people…

khwab basany hue palkoan ki peeche kon si duniya hai

palkoan mein basany hazaro khwabo se phuloon ki khushbu aati hai...
to kabhi sham mein lakho jugnuon ki tarah jhilmilati ti hai...

dar lagta hai to sirf itna kahin yeh khwab bhi waqt ke saath behta na chala...murjhaye phuloon ki tarah iski khushu kahin bikhar naa jaaye...aur subah ki dhup mein jhilmilati roshni kahin kho na jayen. 

palkoan ko dabaye yuhin harazo khwabo ko sambhale rakha hai...koi bhi nahi dekh sakta ki meri aankhoan ke peeche kon si duniya hai..

unn khwabo mein koi dhun nahi, naa hai koi saaz...bas kuch rangeen baadal hai aur sunhera hai aasmaan.

baadalo mein jhum kar, aasmaan mein sitaro ko chun chun kar mein hi toh sajaya hai.

wahan ki zameen hari nahi...laal beechayee kaleen hai...har kadam rakhne se pehle, wahan khilti, ek naye kali hai.

barish ki tarah un rangeen baadaloan se har roz sapno ki bunde barasti hai...murjhaye phuloon ko fir se naye khusbu de jaati hai.

wahan titliya bhi jugnuon ki tarah jagmagati hai...laal peeli neeli gulabi har rang ki chiriya daalioan mein bethi gungunati hai.

jis bhi per ke neeche bethu wahi ghar banjata hai, kissi tane mein seer rakh kar sou toh.....toh khwabo mein jaa ek aur aisi hi duniya banane ko jee karta hai. 

hazaro khawab basany...aisi meri duniya hai.

kaisa abhimaan

Khari thi mein intezaar mein tere

Tufan ki tarah tu aaya

Mere zulfo to tune chua par

Ulajha kar bayan kiya, tujhe meri koi kadr nahi.

Garaj gaye badal yuhi, darr lagta hai kyoun mujhe,

Aandhi nahi, tujhe se ghabra rahi hu mein.

Barish me bhingu ya, rasiya mein dubu.

Apne ehsaas ko kaise dur kar payega mujhse..

bas tera saath

Meri zindagi me teri barish jo hui, 

Bundo ki tarah tera ehsas mujhe chune lagi.

Haathon me haath hai, tu jo mere paas hai,

jee bhar ke dekhlu tujhe, tu mera khwab hai.

Tere sang chalu mein, kahin byeh chalu mein

Tere saath jeene ki meri khawish hai

kuch adhura sa

woh pehchane hue dagar
woh doston se bhara hua shehar
har seher ki woh mithi dhup,
har saanjh mein apno ka saath..
aaj bhi yaad aati hai mujhe..
dil ko chu jaati hai kahin.

kuch adhura sa hai,

logon ke bich bhi khudo akela sa pati hu,

kehne ko hazaro dost hai yahan par magar, 

fir bhi jaane kyoun khud ko begana sa lagta hai idher.

do pal ka saath hai yahan, 

pal bhar mein chut jata hai.

reth ko pakar na chahu bhi haatho me lekin,

chupke se nikal jaata hai kahin.

 

woh pehchane hue dagar

woh doston se bhara hua shehar 

aaj bhi yaad aati hai mujhe..

dil ko chu jaati hai kahin.

pochishe boishak

pochishe boishak, a fate in Bengali community. Bengali celebrates pochishe boishak that Gurudev's (Rabindranath Tagore) birthday. lots of robindro songit and robindronath's plays staged on this occation.well trying to celebrate Gurudev's birthday i am sharing my one of the favorite robindro songit.

Tomar Khola Hawa

tomar khola hawa, lageye pale
tomar khola hawa
tukro kore achi
dubte raji achi ami, dubte raji achi
tmar khola hawa, lageye pale
tomar khole hawa

shokal amar gelo miche, bikel je jai tari peche go
rekho na r, bendho na r, kuler kachakachi
ami dubte raji achi, ami dubte raji achi
tomar khola hawa, lageye pale
tomar khola hawa

majhir lage achi jagi shokol ratri bela
dheu gulo je amay niye kore kebol khela
jhor ke ami korbo mite
dorbona tar vrukutite
dao chere dao ogo ami tufan pele bachi
ami dubte raji achi, ami dubte raji achi
tomar khola hawa, lageye pale
tomar khola hawa..

7th may

 Search your heart,

Search your soul.

Then look for me around,

You will find me in your heart and soul.

When you look into my eyes,

You can see my life belongs to you.

When you see into my heart,

You can see my love only for you.

I can cry for you, so I can die for you.

I can do everything for you, so I can learn how to live without you.

It was a relation,

But with too many questions.

I had so many dreams until I met you,

I was waiting for just to see you.

I have seen you years ago, I had something to show,

You were the person whom I gave my heart and soul.

Is it the future to be said?

 Yesterday when I went to buy some grocery I was dazed to see some panoramas. It was not the first time I have seen something like such, but yes I was smacked by it for the very first time that I spent hours thinking about why it exists and its other consequences. I saw some children selling grocery with their parents in the market. They were quite proficient in their work they are doing. They know the exact weighs and rates. If you ask them how many potatoes weighs in a kilo they will give you the exact counting. But is it kind of future of our society? Don’t they need a uniform white shirts and blue pants with colored batches doing their morning prayer in queues “hum ko mann ki shakti dena””and going for their classes where they learn new chapters, lessons and subjects every hour. Eating lunch from their florescent color tiffin boxes and playing with their mates? The anxiety of semester exams and long waits for the results. Eagerly waiting for summer vacations, preparing projects and competing with other class mates to get golden star on their calendar. People who are reading this know that we all went through more or less same fun life, “school life”. They might be enjoying this now but few years later more definite they are going to regret. Today they don’t have the liability to take decision for themselves because they don’t know any other sort of life. But who to be blamed for this, their parents? Who indulge their wards in their day to day work? They are doing the same which happened to them, and today’s children who are selling grocery will involve their children tomorrow and will always continue, its kind of family myth. Or our education system which has failed again and again installing that education is for everyone and its every ones rights to get educated. They may not be able to get convent education but at least they can have the foundation.

I don’t even know what shall be steps that could be taken for this bizzare. There are so many other issues adjacent with this picture. Rights to education, child labour or may be more.

Suggestions are most welcome. If I can do even little bit in changing a life I see myself more than honored.

what a shame

Why the existing laws in India are inadequate for the issues like child abuse were perpetrator are the close relatives of this viciousness. Is two year jail and compensation of Rs.25000 is enough to be called “justice”? Don’t we need a special law or legislation in country to deal with such cases? Is it least priority in political agenda though there is seen an immense increase in these cases.

If statistics are to be believed then every one out of five boys and one out of four girls are abused before they reach 18 years of age. In overall population of children 53% of them are sexually abused. Such cases have taken a massive increase in recent years (courtesy TOI). Still we have failed in achieving adequate law in country after 64 years of independence.
Do we again have to congregate at jantar mantar and start hunger protest against the scenario? If it’s the only language known to change the system then we would never mind to walk in “Gandhian” way. Do we.

Three cheers for team INDIA !!

HIP HIP HURRAY !!!



HIP HIP HURRAY !!!


HIP HIP HURRAY !!!


At last team India won the world cup they are the new champs. Finally we can say bye to ’83 videos and can see new 2011 videos where the captain holds the cups. In my life it was first time ever where I saw such a celebration nation wide, we have seen so many celebrations but nothing like the 2nd April 2011. It was night long celebration people screaming all over and cheering INDIA INDIA INDIA wow what a night. People stuck in traffic jams for hours at 1 am they were still happy shouting dancing and yelling “we are the part of the jam, we are happy”, can you ever imagine that in Delhi? People here are so annoyed by the traffic jams daily it’s the hardest part of life here but still they were in a mood, mood to breathe the victory, nothing could have stopped them. Well done dhoni’s team after all it was much awaited treat for the nation. And not only in India but all over the world it became a huge party Indians leaving in abroad were celebrating it too. It was a pride.
This time I couldn’t make it but hope next time I can bye a ticket to the finals and can cheer my team fluttering the tricolor and see the team taking their victory lap. As this time enjoyed the whole match on television but next time I want to be the part of the crowd screeching “jeetega bhai jeetaga, india hi jeetega” but as it said saving best for the last I can say it for me this time.
The celebration will continue till the next world cup, this victory has been able to erase the nightmares of 2003 finals and I wish many more such victories to come.

A Desire to Perform

Having seen many of the performances on stages, small screen and cinemas, I always wanted to know what makes an actor, an actor. I always wanted to know what drives them to act, what makes him to perform.

The performance of an actor is not based on his observation, his perception and belief in the character and neither by the conviction of the script. Supposedly the character may be either positive or negative and the actor may not believe in that, because as a human we have the tits and bits of both aspects in life. So what persuade them? It’s the “desire”, the desire to perform.
It’s not about the facial expressions, in theatre the back row audience may not see the actor’s face. They can only see him moving in stage and hear the power of his voice that echoes in the auditorium. It’s also not about the hand and body movements with dialogues because in close up shots for reel performance we may not see whole body and if it’s a long shot or wide shot we don’t see the face. For reel performances there are also number of retakes and dubbing held and every moment is not the same moment.
The actor performs for the moment and when the moment is gone his performance changes may be for better or bitter.

What does documentary film making means?

Documentary films are the intended motion pictures which are made keeping in mind in showing aspects of reality. Those couldn’t be a fiction. But today if see few of contemporary world’s documentary we find it more hypothetical then its actual mean.

Today morning while watching some of the documentaries I found most of them very tailor made. There was one amongst the list “colors of life” a 10 minute documentary. In last two minutes it showed a child who was victim of child labour was carrying kilos of cement over his head in a construction site, with the entire burden over his head, still working hard to earn his bread, and at the mean time another child came there with an ice-cream in his hand. After watching the child working so hard at the construction site he offers him his melted ice-cream, he smile then he turn back and walks. But does it speak the reality? Today our youngsters and even we are full of greed that we never tend to share our things even a melted ice-cream with a stranger.
Just think we are driving in our car, and stuck at a traffic signal we are eating some lays chips or having some coke and by that time a beggar comes to your window you will give him a two rupees coin but you won’t offer him your chips packet or coke! And people this is the reality. May be a very minimal people would offer it but this a fact we would not see it generally. This will be some thing individualistic. And documentary films are subjective. Short films cannot be considered as documentaries. And hope the art of documentary film making will be compiled in few safe hands.