Couldn't think a name for this poem... If any of you have any suggestions it is most welcome....

Voice of the small one and that little one
fueling me on....
The night seems endless
Yet the dawn seems close.

So close the glistening Sun
And the morning dew...
Await I alone In the darkness
For the one to guide me through...

Cold hands embrace my heart,
Eclipsing the ray of hope.
What if there's no sunrise...
None to look up to?

Hands of warmth twine
Stone hearts to melt...
Whispers sadly but,
Welcomes none to the ones that felt...

Sad,but the whispers
Are of new hope...
Hold my hands dear,
And take me to the
LAND OF GOLD...

P.S. this poem is a joint collaboration of my friend anirban and me... We both have equal contribution to make this poem...

Walking All Alone...

I walked slowly on the on the road,
Watching the world speeding by...
I don't know where it came from,
the cold draught stealing through my nerves.

The sudden emptiness swallowing me,
realisation of you not being here anymore.
The world moves but I stand still...
Forever on the empty roads.

The sun shines but I'm cold,
The soft breeze touches me,
But I miss your touch,
all speed by, but I'm numb.

Why did you come close if you had to leave?
why did you love me if you had plans to hate?
Why did you care for me if you had to move far away?

The empty spaces between my fingers.
Remind me how yours fitted perfectly between them,
And linked our hearts together...

As the sun set,All goes home.
But I stand at the empty roads...
cause I'll have to be all alone...

Parents of today....

Loneliness

Loneliness is something which haunts everyone of us. But what is loneliness? Is it just the absence of people around you? NO it is not so. People can be lonely even when he is surrounded by a number of people. He may have a lot of friends yet he can be lonely. Loneliness is just not the absence of people around you but the absence of like minded people around you.

The Major problem of the teenagers is that they can't find people who will give them adequate love and care. They want a shoulder to cry on a ear to listen to their problems. And when they don't get these, they get into depressions. And it is really hard to come out of that depression. they can't accept the reality and hence tend to cry over the spilt milk.

So what is the solution? Live your life to the fullest. Try to avoid getting into troubles which can bring problems to you. Keep someone who will listen to you. If you don't have someone take the help of a personal diary(it is really a good listener.) Try to involve yourself in activities like reading and writing. And after everything keep faith in yourself. Always believe that there is light after darkness. There is always a silver lining even to the darkest of the clouds. Try to smile even in the hardest of the time and remember these few lines:

Time can bring you down
time can bend your knees
time can break your heart
but behind the door there is peace!

After all this is your life and no one has the right to spoil it.

Cheers to life!!!

Please do read the link posted by Shubhabrata da as comment.

People laugh at me!

‘People laugh at me’ this is one of the major problems of us, the teenagers. We seem to worry a lot about what people will say. How our peers will react if we did this. Won’t this seem to be funny? How can I wear this dress? How can I protest against the usage of ‘cool’ slangs? Above all if someone laughs at us, the first thing we feel is embarrassment. We become depressed stop speaking and contract ourselves in the shell. Being a teenager even I thought like this. I was not an exception to this rule.

But recently I realized that I am living in such a world were people only care about themselves. They come here to take things and not to give. They are selfish. If we think a bit we will see that we have contributed almost nothing to this beautiful planet. What use are we to this earth if we can’t give anything in exchange for what it is giving us? It was then that I realized that if people want to laugh at me what is wrong in that? I should be proud of myself that at least I am contributing something to the inhabitants of this earth. May be to a minority but still to some people I am giving something. If people can laugh only for sometimes forgetting all their worries and if I am the reason behind it… what’s wrong in that? I stopped caring about it. I laughed with them and surprisingly two things happened.

First my peers understood that there was no use laughing at me because they were not getting the fun as they could not anger me. And second, I became more confident, I knew what to do. I followed my conscience. I did what I thought was right and this rose my self-esteem to a very high level.

So my dear blog readers, if from now onwards, you see people laughing at you, don’t be sad, feel proud that you have contributed something to the world. Perhaps the most precious thing­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­… A beautiful smile on someone’s lips.

Post script: I would like to tell you that I would not have realized this without the help of my respected teacher Suvro sir.(Mr. Suvro Chatterjee.) Thank you sir. I would be always grateful to you.

Childhood

What is childhood? The time when we feel curious about the pitter patter raindrops on the tiled roofs. The time when the poodle on the road makes us curious, The time when our mind is full of questions unaware whether it would be right to ask such a question in public. Childhood is the time when we don’t care about our dress, about what others are saying, the time when we don’t know how to pretend and just tell whatever comes to our mind. The time when life is really beautiful. When there is nothing but colours around us. The rainbow is a million coloured and not just seven colours.Truly childhood is something to be treasured.

But this is only one side of the coin. If you look around you will see that there are children from whom childhood is perhaps the saddest memory they could have. A street child who is born without a blanket to cover him, without a proper roof on his head. And the moment they are born they know that the entire family of so many brothers and sisters depends on him. Is the childhood a pleasure for them? Can they dream of looking at the nature around them? Do they have the pleasure of admiring the million coloured rainbow? Wondering about the pitter patter raindrops? Can they afford to ask questions without being scolded? Their day begins with abusive words and ends with the same.

I would still consider these children to be lucky compared to those children whose childhood is simply curbed down by the so called ‘grown ups’. The children who meets with the cold reply of ‘shut your mouth’ and ‘don’t talk much’ every time she asks a question. What is the use of childhood if we can’t ask the question that comes to our mind? Are the parents helping the children by killing their children’s amazement? Are they not driving into their head that life is all about following the rules made by some grownups? Are they not killing the imagination of a child?

Truly a sad story…. But how can we make our adults understand that we need to know our surroundings better and what other way is there but to question them? I have been lucky enough to grow up among people who have answered my questions and are still answering them. This is a small life with a lot to know. Every moment is a new story. Every moment is full of questions. We should live this life on this beautiful planet with a blank mind to soak up everything and broad eyes to observe everything. This is what childhood is all about. Be a child, observe your surroundings, ask questions and if there is no one to answer them try to find it out for yourselves. Be a child and try to remain so when it comes to imagination.

If... By Rudyard Kipling

I was highly inspired by the poem 'If'' by Rudyard Kipling. I thought of sharing it with all of you for I know there are some like me who are suffering from low self-esteem. If this poem helps you please leave a comment.

IF.....
IF you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,'

Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
-Rudyard Kipling.

The six chakras.

Ajna chakra

Location:Exact centre of the forehead.

Element:Bramha

Bij mantra:AAM

Ajna chakra represents the superior mental conciousness that favours the direct perception of the subtle aspect of manifestation. It helps partnerships reach that level of conciouseness where misunderstandings never occure.

Benefits of meditation on this chakra:

• Ajna chakra gives great mental insight, self-control,clairvoyance, superior intuition, and extra sensorial perception.
• One get rid of blunt past life karmas.
• It enhances person's ability to tune in to the highest or deepest levels of existence that is, Tao, Dharma, or Bodhisatva.

Vishudhdhi chakra.

Location:Base of throat(above where it joins the chest)

Colour:Sky blue.

Element:space.

Bij mantra:HAM

Vishudhdhi chakra symbolises pure conciouseness and creativity. It is the Chakra of pure relationships with others. It also signifies playful detachment. It helps partners in business maintain the environment of mutual trust and cooperation.

Benefits of meditation on this chakra.

• It removes all our guilt and remorse when it is opened by the kundalini and gives us a kind and compassionate voice.
• Removes the feeling of superiority and inferiority and all jealousies.
• Ability of telepathy, clairaudience(extra sensory hearing) enhances.

Anahata chakra

Location:Centre of the chest(in the area of cardiac plexus)

Colour:Green

Element:Air.

Bij mantra:YAM

Anahata chakra symbolises the conciouseness of love, empathy, selflessness, and devotion. This is the place wherein resides one's true self, which is eternally pure and unaffected by anything. It reflects the feeling of belonging shared between partners business or otherwise.

Benefits of meditation on this chakra:

• Helps normal functioning of the heart and lungs.
• Helps to get rid of asthma.
• keeps blood pressure normal.

Manipura chakra.

location:One hand-span above the belly button.

Colour:Golden

Element:Fire.

Bij matra:RAM.

Mnipura chakra is the one that gives the sense of generousity,complete nsatisfaction and contententment.It represents expansive conciouseness and teh desire for power. The main quality of this chakra is peace- a driving force in partnership of any and every kind.

Benefits of meditation on this chakra.

• It gives ability of discovering hidden treasure.
• Person is never touched by illness.
• If that person sits amidst fire he will not be harmed.
• Fear of death gets diminished.

Muladhara chakra.

Location:Base of the spine.

Colour:Golden yellow.

Element:Earth.

Bij mantra:LAM

Muladhara chakra is the home to kundalini and its main aspect is innocence and purity. This reservoir of force symbolises Objective conciousness, the awareness in the physical and terrestial universe in which partners co-exist and maintain peace.

Benefits of meditating on this chakra

• Good for health.

A thousand splendid suns....The review

It’s not that hard to understand why Khaled Hosseini’s first novel, “The Kite Runner” (2003), became such a huge best seller, based largely on word of mouth and its popularity among book clubs and reading groups. The novel read like a kind of modern-day variation on Conrad’s “Lord Jim,” in which the hero spends his life atoning for an act of cowardice and betrayal committed in his youth. It not only gave readers an intimate look at Afghanistan and the difficulties of life there, but it also showed off its author’s accessible and very old-fashioned storytelling talents: his taste for melodramatic plotlines; sharply drawn, black-and-white characters; and elemental boldfaced emotions.

Whereas “The Kite Runner” focused on fathers and sons, and friendships between men, his latest novel, “A Thousand Splendid Suns,” focuses on mothers and daughters, and friendships between women. Whereas “Kite Runner” got off to a gripping start and stumbled into contrivance and sentimentality in its second half, “Splendid Suns” starts off programmatically and gains speed and emotional power as it slowly unfurls.
Like its predecessor, the new novel features a very villainous villain and an almost saintly best friend who commits an act of enormous self-sacrifice to aid the hero/heroine. Like its predecessor, it attempts to show the fallout that Afghanistan’s violent history has had on a handful of individuals, ending in death at the hands of the Taliban for one character, and the promise of a new life for another. And like its predecessor, it features some embarrassingly hokey scenes that feel as if they were lifted from a B movie, and some genuinely heart-wrenching scenes that help redeem the overall story.
Mr. Hosseini, who was born in Kabul and moved to the United States in 1980, writes in straight-ahead, utilitarian prose and creates characters who have the simplicity and primary-colored emotions of people in a fairy tale or fable. The sympathy he conjures for them stems less fr
In the case of “Splendid Suns,” Mr. Hosseini quickly makes it clear that he intends to deal with the plight of women in Afghanistan, and in the opening pages the mother of one of the novel’s two heroines talks portentously about “our lot in life,” the lot of poor, uneducated “women like us” who have to endure the hardships of life, the slights of men, the disdain of society.
This heavy-handed opening quickly gives way to even more soap-opera-ish events: after her mother commits suicide, the teenage Mariam — the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy man, who is ashamed of her existence — is quickly married off to a much older shoemaker named Rasheed, a piggy brute of a man who says it embarrasses him “to see a man who’s lost control of his wife.”
Rasheed forces Mariam to wear a burqa and treats her with ill-disguised contempt, subjecting her to scorn, ridicule, insults, even “walking past her like she was nothing but a house cat.” Mariam lives in fear of “his shifting moods, his volatile temperament, his insistence on steering even mundane exchanges down a confrontational path that, on occasion, he would resolve with punches, slaps, kicks, and sometimes try to make amends for with polluted apologies and sometimes not.”
The life of the novel’s other heroine, Laila, who becomes Rasheed’s second wife, takes an even sharper trajectory toward ruin. Though she is the cherished daughter of an intellectual, who encourages her to pursue an education, Laila finds her life literally shattered when a rocket — lobbed by one of the warlord factions fighting for control of Kabul, after the Soviet Union’s departure — lands on her house and kills her parents.
Her beloved boyfriend, Tariq, has already left Kabul with his family — they have become refugees in Pakistan — and she suddenly finds that she is an orphan with no resources or friends. When she discovers that she is pregnant with Tariq’s child and learns that Tariq has supposedly died from injuries sustained in a rocket attack near the Pakistan border, she agrees to marry Rasheed, convinced that she and her baby will never survive alone on the streets of Kabul.

At first Mariam sees Laila as a rival and accuses her of stealing her husband, but when Laila’s baby, Aziza, arrives, Mariam begins to soften. Gradually, she and Laila become allies, trying to shield each other from Rasheed’s rages and demands. Mariam becomes a second mother to Aziza, and she and Laila become best friends.
In the opening chapters of the book the characters are so one-dimensional that they feel like cartoons. Laila is the great beauty, with a doting father and a protective boyfriend — a lucky girl whose luck abruptly runs out. Mariam is the illegitimate daughter of a bitter woman and a disloyal father — an unlucky girl whose luck turns from bad to worse. And Rasheed is the evil bully, a misogynist intent on debasing his two wives.
Gradually, however, Mr. Hosseini’s instinctive storytelling skills take over, mowing down the reader’s objections through sheer momentum and will. He succeeds in making the emotional reality of Mariam and Laila’s lives tangible to us, and by conjuring their day-to-day routines, he is able to give us a sense of what daily life was like in Kabul — both before and during the harsh reign of the Taliban.
He shows us the Taliban’s “beard patrols,” roaming the streets in Toyota trucks “on the lookout for clean-shaven faces to bloody.” He shows us hospitals turning away women in labor because men and women are supposed to be seen at different hospitals. And he shows us the “ ‘Titanic’ fever” that gripped Kabul in the summer of 2000, when pirated copies of that film turned up in the city: entertainment-starved people surreptitiously dug out their TVs (which had been hidden away, even buried in backyards) and illicitly watched the movie late at night, and riverside vendors began selling Titanic carpets, Titanic deodorant, Titanic toothpaste, even Titanic burqas.
In the end it is these glimpses of daily life in Afghanistan — a country known to most Americans only through news accounts of war and terrorism — that make this novel, like “The Kite Runner,” so stirring, and that distract attention from its myriad flaws.

What a society we live in!!!

Today morning I got a phone call from a distant cousin of mine. After the general formalities of how do you do and the rest, she asked me about my future plans. When I told her about my plans of taking a LLB course for 5 years and then specialising in environmental law, she exclaimed in horror as if someone have just announced that she is going to die within a few minutes. her point was when am I going to get married if I study for so long!

Surprising isn't it? And still women of this society complain of male supremacy, fight for women rights. Do they really have the right to do so? a woman who can't think anything beyond getting married and adding to the useless population of India, have no right to complain of the patriarchal society.


I think the lower class women are much more independent and self sufficient. Maybe they don't have the sugar coating of morals and etiquette but they are the bread earners of their family. Unlike the so called educated middle class women they don't ask for money from their husbands.

Why shouldn't the men declare themselves to be superior? It is them who work day in and day out to bring the hard earned money and the wives just spend it on kitty parties and shopping.

Though we declare ourselves to be in the age of mini skirts, the range of a women is still to the backyard. They only admire women like Kalpana Chawla and Sunita Williams from a distance because they are 'extraordinary'. Really what a society we live in where women at the same time complain about male supremacy but are not willing to stand superior to men.Who have stopped them from taking up jobs and leading an interesting life where they can declare themselves as equals to men?