ABOUT BEING YOURSELF,BEING DIFFERENT AND BEING ONE SOUL

I got to know from Sangeetaji that she has given birth to a daughter.It's nothing special.Thousands of couples give birth to children throughout the world every moment.But Sangeetaji and Hemantji are not among those couples who just live a life like everybody else. They have a mission. The time they chose to have a baby succeeds their tryst with service, service for the underprivileged children.

They believed in the strength of togetherness and community – they wanted to make a difference in gentle and practical ways. One of them was by building an organic, sustainable, environmentally-friendly farmhouse called 'HideOut' in Jhadpoli village. After interacting with their tribal and villager neighbours over the last 20 years, this couple had been wanting to give back in as many ways as possible, to these simple folk. This was the germ of the idea behind the Bicycle Project.[Information collected from net]

And another thing came to my mind while reading about them and watching their wonderful togetherness on sites that serving others has no definition and you don't have to starve yourself or deprive yourself of things that make human brings happy.
Service can come in any form. And in case of this cosmopolitan couple, it has come in the form of the bicycle project.

I congratulate them on the birth of their first child and may be the only child-Ayaana.Hopefully, the girl would grow up with the ideals of her parents and would carry their intelligence, beauty-inner and outer, and their philanthropic spirit, which are special or common to both of them.

SAHGEETAJI GOT A GIFT OF A DAUGHTER

Beloved Sangeetaji got a daughter delivered.
It's wonderful.I will tell you about these things tomorrow.
Now, too sleepy.

IN ZERO STATE:WITH AND WITHOUT YOU

From the dawn,
When the birds fill the stretch of the upper world
With their chirruping,
Till the exhausted eyes overcast with sleep, drop dead
on their own,
You overhang the zenith
And become the sunlight,
Or become the dull afternoon tinged with sadness.

When the horizon is putting on her vermilion dot,
And the whole western sky is breaking into a pale blushing,
A mystique query forms in the back of the mind,
And the heart aches with a soft thumping,
The evenings and nights’ errands pick up themselves
And end, on your imaginary trail.

The body,
Finds its loneliness under the sheet of darkness,
And touches the skin,
The absence and the emptiness trickle down
with your hands of shimmering desire,
and your condensed, sheltering ,love.

In the dead quiet of the night,
And turn into beautiful springs
Flowing zigzag, and softly wild,
Under the eyes, and the abysses of the ephemeral self,
And a throbbing reaches the soul
Turning itself into a never dying yearn
That keeps returning.

One more day dies.
With you.
Without you.

SMALL STEPS DO HELP

Running to work in the morning is a daily ritual.Shaking off the inertia in the morning comes hard and taking it slow is a habit with some people like me, and it makes it mandatory to run afterwards. I always end up with my legs aching badly for a good few minutes. I used to think of solutions and thought that walking with big strides will not cause pain. You know, we people keep experimenting with things. I used to do it for a while, smug in the belief that it's working, may be that's the result I should get, and am getting. But today, for change I started walking with short and quicker steps and lo! It was just so comforting. The feet didn't hurt at all today. And I had made a discovery. May be not really. The physicians world over know it.
But for my own little personal self, it was a discovery.

It can have a bigger meaning also, about walking with smaller steps.

WALK WITH SMALL STEPS.
It might be helpful.Beginning humbly, moving slowly and gradually moving towards bigger things helps. Think so.

This much for today.
I will write soon if I get anything meaningful. Right now, I am trying to shake off fatigue.

A REFLECTION

Sometimes no medicine works. Yet life goes on.
People are like flowers, or pebbles, they have variety.
Some may not help enrich your internal world, but they do spice up your moments.
Ripples on the surface of water.
If we need calm seriousness for greater things, we need ripples also, to keep alive.
We all have ripples in us, more or less.
We all have hidden springs within us, small or big.

These are times that promise nothing.
Life is just a river with sand on two sides, no views.
Yet, the river flows.

And the river does carry love.

Amidst all these, even when there is someone eternally crying, choking and struggling within you, you have to go on.

So, let's go on.
Everything is beautiful despite everything.
Let's tell ourselves this, and go on.

love

SOMETHING'S SO FUNNY ABOUT LIFE

A very familiar yet interesting thing came to my mind when I was just going about doing daily chores. It suddenly came i thought it to be so funny.Human life is really funny if you look at it.When you don't have food, your whole attention is centred on filling your stomach somehow.After that is done and becomes a familiar thing, the next thing man wants is shelter, own or rented. After that comes a regular source oft sustenance, a job, business or whatever. Then comes sex,accompanied with the emotional and psychological need for a companion.Some people with a higher level of consciousness, understand this need at a greater level and look for an intellectual and/or spiritual communion along with all these. Along with all these come into being baser needs like getting known and appreciated by all and the sundry, rising the social ladder etc. It is for some people. Some go beyond this and create different marks, happy with themselves and their own individual thoughts. But I was thinking how our needs grow from one to another, then to another. If we abduct a very rich and famous man from his surroundings and put him in an uninhibited island, he will rediscover his needs just like this. First he will go mad after food and shelter, then for human company, then other hungers etc.

It's only a thought.

Winter is a bygone thing now.
Today a lovely wind started blowing and made realise how lonely life is.
A rain will come afterwards and Nature will turn beautiful still.
There is a question raising it's head, about life and living.
About choosing between the highest, the most beautiful and a compromise.
The question is universal.
We do make a choice between the sublime and the ugly.
The transitory and the permanent.
Excitement and bliss.
Unfortunately, life doesn't allow us all sort of experiences. It grants only some.
And if we look deep, it also protects us and prevents us from falling into the abyss of ignorance and its consequences. It does show us the path to the higher, the unknown, the exalted, the different.It is up us to be able to hold courage or be safe.

Who has the answer?
Even if there is, how do you translate it into reality?

Love to all fellow humans.

NIGHT: INSOMNIAC

You think the night sleeps?
Hardly.
In the eerie silence that surrounds it,
It goes back to the lanes walked so far,
Feels the pain, the joy,
And the humiliation of love,
And convulses
Trying to shake off the distance that keeps
Love apart.
Blood drips from its pall,
Keeping tears off the bay,
Wiping recklessly,
Is agonizing. They don’t listen too,
Having their own music and
own rhythm.

You can hardly hear the night
Sobbing,
Or see its loneliness and grief,
because of the darkness.
It wakes,
And keeps the world
At rest.

LOVE WILL BE LOVE, WITH OR WITHOUT VALENTINE'S DAYS ETC.

I could not write anything yesterday, The Valentine's Day, though I had wanted to.
So, writing today. After all,I must write something I want to.

Very few of us really understand love. Being human beings with frailties,we don't understand it in its real perspective because we keep looking for our own happiness
in everything despite ourselves. There is nothing wrong in it, love begins with loving ourselves, and stretches to our loved ones. Anyway, we have to love if it happens and love has no end. Sometimes love unites people, sometimes it separates people. Sometimes we have to move away from the people we love intensely so that they are happy.But true love is something great.Love can not live where ego is. It thrives in the surrender of hearts, the complete annihilation of ego.It lives beyond differences, fights, squabbles.It lives beyond appearances, years, disease and every other thing of this earth made of matter. It can forget itself for sometime, but it never dies, it comes back, because it's love.Those who tell that lovers shouldn't be united are the greatest hypocrites of the world. Love is not an illusion that shimmers at a distance, it is something real and concrete and it must face its test by uniting the lovers so that they try, falter, get up and be together forever.

So many beautiful things have been written about love. Someone had written that love is not about looking at one another only, it is also looking at the same direction together. What do mean by same direction. No it is not what you are thinking, try to find out, Ha...ha...

I can't write everything I think or know. Later may be. Bye.

Here is something I had found out about love:

LOVE IS PATIENT AND KIND,
LOVE IS NOT JEALOUS OR BOASTFUL,
IT IS NOT ARROGANT OR RUDE,
LOVE DOESN’T INSIST ON ITS OWN
IT IS NOT IRRITABLE OR RESENTFUL,
IT DOESN’T REJOICE AT WRONG,
BUT REJOICES IN THE RIGHT
LOVE BEARS ALL THINGS,
BELIEVES ALL THINGS,
HOPES ALL THINGS,
ENDURES ALL THINGS,
LOVE NEVER ENDS….


-Love is a person’s whole existence and there is no need to put the real in front of it,
Because if it is not reality is not love at all. It is something that gains strength with patience, grows despite obstacles, warms in winter, casts a breeze in summer, and bears fruit in winter.


-What is love after all?
The world is full of people, why is it that the face of that one woman or man seems most endearing?
What exactly is love?
Love is the quiet, inaudible spring of love which doesn’t stop flowing

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO ALL WHO ARE IN LOVE

MUSIC OF GOOD TASTE:ANYBODY INTERESTED?

A couple of days ago, I got to attend a public function that saw the inauguration of an Oriya album,NUA LUHA PURUNA LUHA. The lyricist of all the songs was pou very own DEVDAS CHHOTRAY and the music directior was the very talented OMPRAKASH MOHANTY. The soulful songs were sung by the beautiful and very graceful singer of our times-Smt. Susmita Das. The songs are an effort to bring good, lyrical and melodious music back to the Oriya cultural scene which seems to have given itself up to rampant imitation, mindless writings and jarring, noisy commotion of voices and musical instruments. The guests did speak that the people who listen to good music are rare, yet they can play a part to promote it. The inaugural price of the CD was a bit overboard, but considering the appreciators of such music, it was not inapt also. All those who love Oriya literature and Oriya music, should consider making it a prized possession and be instrumental in promoting it too.

INTO NEW WORLDS

You can't exactly call it a very pleasant or happy experience. You are cut of from the old world, the new one is not exactly a happy one, it's like moving through labyrinths
without any hope, but walking, moving forward. Your old identity gave you security may be, the new one has none, but it's your own, despite inconveniences. Walking unknown roads with people you don't know well, yet you can trust for some time because they are human beings too, is a strange experience. Not less painful too, but only because the fake ego sitting somewhere inside you is hurt somehow. If you can shove it into the backyard without regret and remorse, you can accept the hew. You may not be happy, but you are living life, away from your comfort zone, and that's not a small thing.

What do you tell, folks?

SPIRITUALITY IN REAL LIFE

What is spirituality transformed into real life. It not only transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary in a quiet and subtle way,it is many ordinary things too. So, what is spirituality in real life? It is TURNING OFF THE WATER TAP IN A COMMON TOILET WHEN NOBODY SEEMS TO CARE. It is also smiling at a person’s lies because you know that he or she needs to put up a better and cleaner image before the people or she or he feels it will undermine his or her position or status socially. It is loving people despite their flaws and trying to correct them in a very loving, gentle and subtle way.

This much for today.

Or I will start feeling dizzy.

ABOUT UNDERSTANDING THINGS

I read it in a newspaper, but it was always at the back of my mind, may be since the day I was born.
Some author wrote it, there was view and counterview, but the truth always remains the truth.
Yes, it is true, we can’t tell that life is incomplete without a man or a woman, it can be heaven and hell as well with a man or woman, and everybody has a CHOICE. A right to choice to make or destroy his or her life. Women being the second sex, have their own saga of pain and tears, of subjugation and subordination. But women have a choice, to be happy, be it in any way or anywhere. If it is in a relationship, it’s a choice, if its out of it, it’s also a matter of choice. Nobody has a right to pass a judgment on what women do and what not. If one can be happy in any way without hurting anybody, or the human values, she should have the freedom to do so.
On the other hand, if we talk about relationships, the idea of a perfect partner with all the compatible virtues and traits has emerged from the pop culture which human race as adopted as a way of life, more so, the modern generation. But any successful couple or the marriage counselors will strongly vow that all good marriages require a lot of hard work and compromise. Studies have shown that, the chemical reaction that triggers initial romantic feelings or attraction that lovers feel fades away over a period of time and a very strong commitment and many compromises are needed to keep a bond going. A stable relationship requires strong, mature and patient partners rather than people who evoke strong initial attraction.
The newspaper is to be complimented on its illumining analysis of the scenario.

Connecting with Nature

It was the finest mist that I had ever experienced on my skin. I had no protection except my normal clothes, I feel freedom that way, and it was just lovely having the vapour touching your body. The most dampening complains you can here are, what a terrible weather! One can get lungs infection or pneumonia! My Lord, see, how she has come! Not a stitch of wool on her body! I will tell you, I enjoy the attention though I never want to invite it, I just want to have it my way, without harming the mankind or its sensibility, I just reveled in the weather. We have only one life, if we don’t enjoy the beauties of nature, then all this will be left behind after we go. So, may it be the rain, the cold, the fog, the spring, the moonlit night, the wild bridge hat chills your bones, the long, deadly summer afternoons, all of them are to be relished with fetish, with wild passion.

What do ya tell folks?

Is it a lesson, or just a bitter truth?

Until you come closer to people, you can never know what pain and what bottled up emotions are lying hidden in the human heart.As such, it is difficult to understand human feeling because they are not reflected through words or outward behaviour.But sitting close to a woman in her graying years, i came to know a truth i was vaguely familiar with.

'My mother had told before marriage that you may not get to enjoy life and you may not have a single desire fulfilled, be ready for that. Since that day, I have not known, what is choice, what is a personal joy, never enjoyed life in terms of clothes, accessories or entertainment. Only toiled for my in-law's family, for husband, for children. Now, at this age, nobody understands me, nor cares for me. I don't get to hear even two words of love. And all my life i only sacrificed for others. Look at my hands, how rough they have become. And now, in the twilight of life, I still get toil and indifference from my family.'Tears welled up in her eyes and flew over. All I could do was to put a hand around her.

Sometimes we find ourselves so incapable of helping people. Only we should never shirk from a few soothing words or a comforting arm.