The Dimension Of The Being

Pop! I just came out of the dead, Wow! so unreal and cool!, I died with a pop! and woke up from the dead with a pop, so, I had lived two years with Dad and have learnt a very important lesson once a manager is always a manager, turns out that my Dad is doing pretty well in the heaven, he used his Chemical Engineering skill to start up a soap industry in the heaven, he was doing well and his entrepreneurial dreams were finally realized, the new "EARTH SOAP" was a hit in heaven and now the Gods were planning to export it to the hell or "Patal Lok". Woe! Surreal Man! anyways as it goes I was taken up by mistake actually they had planned to take one Mr. Dutta and one Mr. Ghosh in a car accident but they took me (Datta Ghosh) by mistake and it took two years of HCS (Heaven Civil Service) Bureaucrats to correct this mistake and by this time my eyes were making two people see, my heart was beating in a singer's body, my liver was in a Corporate Honcho's Body and my

"What are you doing this Valentine's Day?" was my Dad's first question after I received his call. "Dad I don't have a boyfriend nor do I have a wonderful life partner like you, so, I am doing nothing and you know Dad, I don't believe in all this, these days only make the card and gifts company rich. It will be college as usual for me." was my rather elaborate reply, all the time I was wondering why was he asking, I can't get caught as I am seeing no one locally and I don't have any other dates on that day. "That preaching should be my line, you don't believe in human emotions and you are a student of literature! shame on me, I am wasting my money." was my Dad's over the top melodramatic reaction, it was a daughter- father humour we had. "I believe in love but at right time" was my white lie of an answer. "Diplomatic First born. Any ways since you are free that day and you don't have any seminars or exams t

When I was born my Dad looked at me and said "Here is my 'Datta'" Datta is the name of a novel by Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay and tells the story of a gritty, strong headed, dignified lady fighting the world alone after her father's demise which makes her, against her will the sole heir of an immense property, Dad had read the novel some twenty to twenty five times and had prayed to have a daughter like that. Datta is a Sanskrit word meaning "That is given or sacrificed". My name "Datta Ghosh" creates a bit of confusion when first heard "why two surnames? Where is the name?" and I have to elaborate but not an issue, my name is more than a name as luck or destiny I don't know but I became so much like the character (only difference I didn't have any estate). I have memories attached to my name, my name always reminds me that my parents loved me even before any iota of my existence existed. my surname is my Family's ble

I will sound so predictable if I say hills give us a much needed respite from the materialistic world. So, let's pragmatically avoid it and instead let me tell you about my delirious fickle mind which though is in a number crunching realm but is never there actually. My mind has a mind of its own, funny but true its a separate entity but then its true. It has the strangest calculations and stranger missions to accomplish. My body actually houses two individuals and yes, I have been counseled and very vehemently told that I am not crazy. I love confusion, turbulence; they give me peace. They are my ultimate aphrodisiac. All go for a holiday to find peace, I take a break to disturb my peaceful existence.And my peace was finally broken, after years of hibernation I was finally wide awake my mind was again back to my normal sense of turbulence. I knew the travel will be hectic twenty hours in a train all alone and then a fourteen hour bus journey the next day and the sleep deprivation

  I landed in the City of Joy, Kolkata (Calcutta) in the monsoons of 2007. Oh what a monsoon it was! It drenched and drowned the city, This City was my dream every year when I came into the city as a "tourist" I had a dream of living in this city and in the year 2007 I finally realized my dream but how! This matter shall be discussed after but what was amongst the first things to catch hold of my attention was the flowers. In the most uncouth of the places you will find them all fresh and ready. Flowers for all purposes, entwined with the life till death. Marigolds for Gods Roses for Lovers, afterall these are the two things that are with the city maybe even before the city was born love for God and love for the Carnal instincts and our skewed confused and vibrant origins tell us all about our famed and loved and cherished promiscuity.  I sighed when I saw ladies intently selecting roses for her lover half flower half bud, promising to be a beautiful manifestation of full blo

My dreams will one day go Beyond that tree in the courtyard, Whose gaze meets my doubting eyes While I sit steady caressing the firmness with my eyes The window panes delude me While they partially hide your form Real or a trifle fantasy but I know My dreams will reach the soul of the tree. And one day I will lie beneath it's shining shade All full of this alive death; as I slip into the limbo. My dreams will one day soar and fly high They will go beyond the calm And will reach the turbulent tranquil sea Only to meet you by the side of the soul tree And bathe in the red from the setting sun And dry in the warm moonlight The coming dawn shall usher purity out of adultery, Which was committed while sleeping in the moonlight With the essence of the burning sun deep embedded in my flesh. My dreams will one day breathe and sustain And will go beyond my life and it's feeble mortality It will reach out to the doomed domination of the  death And will go overlapping this boundary And wi

Sitting pretty all done and ready Suffocated all tied up and wrapped In the pretence of preserving the innocence Lies the Teddy in a bag of silence Shouting screaming sobbing But to no avail; innocence has its value in silence When a mind thinks and worse it speaks out It's blasphemy beyond all measures Where ignorance and innocence are synonyms Knowledge wears the crown of the highest sin And the soul which strives freedom is gagged Put as a show for the innocence lusting eyes. The pout so pretty is but a muffled scream An agony to be freed efficiently subdued The eyes so pretty do bleed tears And the throttled whispers reach no one The scars of innocence writ large Sits the Teddy quietly in a plastic bag.

I was lying there beside you All numb for the rest of the night Thinking and wondering, laying still but fumbling Saying a thousand words to you But not uttering a single one I wanted to hold you but My pride had the better of me I wanted to stop you Postpone your sweet tying up Alter the fixed date of joy Just wanted to give my emotions a chance Just wanted to give us a chance But never mind.....I didn't As you slept on, tired.........all hungry As you mumbled there in your sleep....all unfulfilled I saw you......I saw you sleeping I rested my palms on your cheeks I saw you...........I saw through you And let our moment pass unnoticed I wanted you to be freed.....I wanted you for me I sighed and laughed at my greed You were my want not my need I was at my weakest I was exposed and felt my soul naked So i kept quiet all wounded And let the time, our time pass And now when I see you after the years I smile and ponder That night, flashes clear And I smile reminiscing The morning afte