The foundation

beauty, it's birth, often not a mirth

beauty the comprehensible

seeps through the insane source...

robust, understanding, secure

unassuming, callous, stable, sure

rose is more fragile than the thorns

from where she is born

lotus spreads its wings to appeal

muck is the source from where she comes and goes

beauty enchants attracts the senses

from the surface

its source often a nuisance

beauty is born for us to see and feel

the origin, a neglect, unattended shoulder

on which beauty is held

The dying self

In moments, meant to be alive

The Self dies, a thousand deaths

cactus words kill

thorny actions bleed

born out of untrained thoughts

These moments that refuse to die, stage wars around.

Orchestrated with arms, weapons

what could have been a symphony

slaughter and breed frightful foes and feuds

that, which could have seen us all, as friends!

Through time, thoughts of the inseparable beings

in the minds they're made to sing

Build blocks and barriers

no thoughts spared, all spent

in the destruction of the real Self

a living cell dies a thousand deaths.

The writer

Through the streets

Busy, lonely, bustling, deserted

The silent pen in my mind

Talks with strangers, onlookers;

Writes all its actions, inactions

It sees the world as a page.

Days and nights are born

A treasure limitless

With reasons, meaningless

They come and go

Dancing like the waters, it witnesses.

Death, a birth

Beginning, an end

It writes

Captures moments

Relieves for the next

The stage returns and returns.

It goes on and on

Writes the writer without a pause

Some two-liners

Whole night, a man slept with a snake

When he knew he did, he died

Smoking is injurious to health

Gun is not, no gun free zones

A child, born out of rape

Can also breathe

Neighbouring countries can go to hell

Patriots parrot, the village cries

People with weapons and arms

Search for peace

clouds

Let the clouds float...
Go soft, don't blow them away O wind
The sailor-boats up in the head
Will move when it’s time to leave.
 
I can feel a sense of warmth,
In the cold, thick and thin of thoughts,
Let the wind take its time
For it's to clear them all at once!
 
Will I then not see water as water?
Ponds, lakes and oceans will soak in the brain
I’d wait for the clouds to rain and wander!
With winds without names they’d come again

Outcast

Ah!

The stone is in love now!

Thrown out from work

Outcast from engagements,

Disengaged from togetherness,

Delivered from involvement,
Severed from its seat!

All work that make the legs fly

It has nothing to flaunt

Away from words clouding the sky

Stitched away from the building blocks!

Yet

With nature as family

With an outfit of peace within

It has nothing more to lose

Nothing to moan

Nothing amiss

Out in the open,

The rock is so much at ease!

At a stone’s throw from its throne

Clearing

For a long time,
The leaf was with the book.

Yearning to be in,
Just in...
It spoke of many tales
Of the jungle!
With its wings tied
It hung there, unfrequented...
For its own words searched for the dew
That came from the brooks
Slowly, it became illegible

It loosened and fell off

From the tree, full of stories
Told, understood before they're heard
Just by their names!

Light as a feather,
It will soon fly beyond the shade.

In the failing, in the losing
Blurred vision popped up!
A clearing at last

The last wish

Again

When I woke up today,

It was less than dawn.

My dream was strange,

Patriotism took a leap

From my country to my world

I viewed myself standing,

Like Vitruvian!

So diverse my body

Yet so one! 

I could clearly see all the continents

The oceans and the seas

With their functions and their looks

With those mountains and those brooks!

I stamped on my foot

It hurt

I slapped my left hand with my right

It hurt

Frenzied, I pulled my hair

It hurt
So silly, I thought, and started caressing
My fingers travelled through my world!

Everywhere, is it me? Me! And me?!

Then where is the real I

O, and my country, where is she!

O god, do I not have the guilt

Am I not a traitor! Am I not a fraud!

The calming went on in quiet ecstasy
Vitruvian smiles, strong, arms stretched

Shamelessly uncovered, an open page

I wake up!

Last wish told...

The painter has come

He will place all the parts of my world onto Vitruvian

And bury it with me.

Tomorrow, they will hang me to death

Yes I admit I am guilty.

I think it will still take some time for the Intelligent people, engaged in diverse activities, like rocket science and weapons for mass destruction, to understand this simple unimpressive fact. But once they do...Oh! The magic will happen. Vol de mort will befriend Dumbledore! And the spell for the transformation could be....Voldoreus! 

Didi no. 1, a bengali show for the aspiring women that fascinates me

When I first started watching Didi no. 1 little did I know of the intent of the programme, apart from the fact that it was a reality show, or a show for the aspiring women! However, I was wonderfully surprised. Hats off to the team; it is full of entertainment and beautiful prizes all the way! Those of you who haven’t watched the show, it is generally about choosing four ladies in every programme, and after several interesting rounds of competition, declare one winner as Didi no. 1 for that show; each show is connected with all the shows for that particular season, from where the highest scorer gets to become the season's Didi no. 1. Well the layout of the programme is no big deal, but the way it is presented certainly is!  

A show with a difference!

My admiration for the show goes much deeper than entertainment. Didi no. 1 is not just a reality show and it is not only about entertainment! There is constant innovation to connect with women in particular and the entire society in general. Sometimes it is used as a forum to voice torture against women; sometimes it questions the male dominated society, and sometimes mothers with differently able children share their concern and society’s perception of them, while at other times it showcases the talents of various participants; however the main theme which is entertainment never loses focus. I was really glued to this programme from the moment I saw them hosting the show in Bolpur, and involving the participants with sumptuous food and frolic of the region! 

It is entertaining, involving and inclusive

The programme is also about inclusiveness; if you thought that Didi no. 1 invites only young ladies, you would be wrong! It also includes older women from old homes, and those who stay on their own, single moms, homemakers, top notch professionals, the bong NRIs, the celebs and even children! The programme goes beyond frontiers, across genders and comes with various interesting combinations, viz. Brother-in-law with their sister-in-law, spouses, mom-in-law and daughter-in-law, and various other creative and innovative combinations; and in all of this, the message is to live happily, live responsibly, and live in style. It touches all the women of our society, across caste, creed and status. After a long, long time I was happy to see a reality show as brilliant, as involving, as innovative and as inclusive as this!

Rachana Bannerjee, the USP

The programme’s success, all the team members that work relentlessly behind the screen is manifested through this lady who, I am sure hasn’t disappointed anyone in the team. She has an electrifying personality, an infectious laughter, and a predictable professionalism. Of course she is beautiful, but I guess her beauty emanates from within and is not restricted to her external perfection alone. She involves the audiences and the participants in a minute, with her charisma and ready wit; something that we don’t get to see very often! While trying to identify her USP, I had many in the list; is it her beauty, her professionalism, her readiness, her sincerity, her ability to control and drive the show, or her presence of mind I wondered! Later, I found out the person inside her is her USP. Please make a note of this lady ye producers, she is the true face of Bengal and has a long way to go. Bless you Rachana, you are definitely the USP of the show!

To the vibrant team 

Here’s wishing the entire team of Didi no. 1 all the very best; you excel as a team, it is the number 1 reality show according to me. The way you are going, I wouldn't be surprised if one day you brought in our dearest didi, also the chief minister of Bengal onto the show!!! I am not an expert in judging the quality, but I am an audience, a mesmerized and a glued audience! All the very best for the next tens of years to come! Blessings!

Peace is not a word

Peace
A word lost in the world...
Yet
Floating in the mind
Always,
In many ways
Within you and me,
Is it not? O it’s got to be!

We’re scared to bring it out,
It’ll ruin all the fun
The divides, borders will melt
And so would arms and guns.

Peace
A word hiding in the world...
Yet
Peeks in every sentient mind
In bits we feel and see
Wandering through the yearns
In momentous epiphany!

O moment of peace,
O the silent stable sea,
In death alone you come,
Like a friend winsome!

But Why! Why! Why!
What’s with birth amiss?
Can’t you fill the sky?
When all we want is peace!

Tell me
With a hand on your heart
Peace is not a word
In an instant you’ll see
Me in your charming living world!


Inspired by the Brahmakumaris