The Dimension Of The Being

Usually I am ranting about the bad system and all about bad society, callous society, irresponsible people even my Incredible Indiahhhh!!! Part One!! had the same ranting about one of the persistent bad habit of the Indians. That other day I was having a discussion with one of my friends and I said that USA is the Super Power today because the citizen have a national Pride and we do not have that. We are like West Indies a group of Nation uniting together for cricket. Every day I open the News Paper and I see a variety and wonder our Newspaper is full on Entertainment Package with all Action (Murder, Theft) Drama (Political Drama) melodrama (Lok Sabha) Romance (Oh we are so Page 3 People). I am wondering when will one of this script will get a nomination at the Academy Awards (The Oscars). I find Patriotism is a VIP Minister which visits our poor heart only twice an year. But then I got a tight slap on my face yesterday (Sunday Evening). it felt real good. Now all the feminists...

Photo Source: elgarblog.files.wordpress.com Books are my first love. Books are my first friends, my best friends for life. My only hope in distress. My anti depressant. People often joked that I could even find a telephone directory interesting. Recently Shruthi Raghunandan nominated for a similar challenge in FB and one of the friends whom I nominated obliged by saying if you have the list of only ten books read more books :P. So, going forward I am a person with a big heart. I fall in love very easily. I fall for people fast and I fall for a book real fast. So, all the books I have read are my favourite. But here I manage to have those books where I felt I am just into the story. I spent days and nights with them, seeing them. Living with them in their home. Advicing them, being real worried for them. The books which became me and the I became the books. Books which were there while I was growing up. Books which were there to show a newly wed bride how to deal with this new...

 As The Mother Eagerly awaits at the gates of Kailash To descend to the Earth, once her abode...... As Lord Shiva looks at his wife longingly.... Nine Days of parting is a shade too long....  Her sons and daughters fervently engage in creating divinity out of clay The monsoon almost over.... A clear sky is all that they pray..  God creates Humans and Humans create a frame for God... The daughter of  This Earth Is The Strength to the Supreme one.... Maa Asche......Mother is Coming

Faces:  True, Untrue Happy, Sad Caring, Indifferent Beautiful, Ugly Awakened, Sleepy. People conveniently ignore a girl in distress or an accident victim on the road, but would enthusiastically march with candles in hand for a cause. Why?   #Doublefaceofsociety This question made me think, think real hard of all the times when I needed help and of the times when someone in dire need of help was in front of me.  Being a benevolent person I usually help people I know when they need help.  But what about strangers? I will think twice.   I might even pass by them thinking that someone else will have the time to save.   But the candle march rally?   I may avoid it thinking that if I do not have time to save someone then why have a candle march.  But will I raise my voice against it after reading the morning newspaper?   Yes, sure I will. That is the only thing I do, use my freedom for speech. ...

"Hello, Nirvaan!  I have not seen you for a long while, hope life is treating you well,  my old friend." her voice sounded benevolently frozen.  I couldn't help it, the song "Hotel California" played in my mind "Welcome to the Hotel California...". For some unknown reasons I was dead scared. Nandini, the nerd Nandini was sitting in front of me in the tram. I had seen her last some twelve years back. She was a timid and unassuming girl. she was almost invisible.  I remembered the day when I last saw her. She was sitting in the library trying to solve an equation in calculus. Poor thing she wasn't good looking neither was she good in studies, she was just an average. She used to steal glances towards me. Friends said she had this huge crush over me. So, that was the day we were playing truth and dare and my dare was to go and propose her and make her believe that I was madly in love with her. "I love you." I said as I approached her. She lo...

The Golden Moment Far away Land To the Paradise Homeward Bound Kolkata Sky in its different shades This is a part of Thursday Challenge initiated by www.spunwithtears.com for more photographs around the world please do click here This Thursday's Theme:Sky

It is an odd array of things my life is made of. Yes, generally I do not write much about myself or my life in my blogs.A mention or two about my life in the comments of the blogs which touch my heart is generally the norm. This is the rare occasion where I am not hiding behind a Devyani, The Tunnel Of Mirrors , My Love or many other things. This time it is just me, pure and unadulterated me. To start of with I was a shy and Introvert child. I was so introvert and so quiet that people either thought I am either to abnormal or too proud. But I was shy and painfully introvert. Living in a society where as a children it is normal to be loud, demanding, unruly and in short it was a thing of pride to be a Brat. I was sure the odd ball. People had all kind of assumptions. The questions never left my parents: Why  is your child so silent? Is she good in studies? Is she normal? Is she crazy? Have you seen a doctor/psychiatrist? Your child is too proud? A simple th...