“FUTILE DEBATES” ON TIMES NOW

When  slept the human through his dark nights, the world still remained the same. Nothing changed in the morning even after lot of protests staged .

Life has become insensitive and no one really cares or bothers to make an effort for the change.

Sitting in the living room with a cup of coffee in hand surely does instigate many thoughts ,but which are only criticism and remarks of analytical confusion.Its an entertainment which gives an illusion of an excitement when people hear those stupid , nonsensical conversations and debates on television.

Far away from reality, those who conduct or are a part of such debates are actually untouched by the pangs of poverty and hunger.

Had they seen and experienced the real trauma of struggling through the austerities of life for years , losing out all on everything, never would they tried to such a gimmick out of nothing and holding the national audience for a ransom emotionally.

For those who watch and intently get involved in the so-called debates from their homes , are fools who love to live in the illusory world. Those who really care about the day today  issues are the ones who give in their efforts to make a difference through their work, commitment ,sincere ways and diligence.

A country known for the love of gossip can never progress unless this kind of superficial debate stops. Debates where one screams and other just laughs away is hypocritical in all respect. When trying to highlight something of national or social importance, stress should be given on conveying the message and to create awareness to bring a change and not create a melodrama out of the facts to cater the audience with a spicy update on the news-hour.

* P.S: These are strictly my views and I wish to hurt no one by giving my opinion , instead I feel , if there is an urge to bring a change in the people try sincerely with real efforts.

THE FLIGHT- WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE

Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes.

With small ideas, a gigantic outcome can be seen,with smaller efforts a big change can be done. It is all in the mind and the determination in action, nothing is impossible ,what we have thought in our mind , even yet unseen.

The core part
The core part
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The functional core

 

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Resultant!

 

A tale of a flight speaks here in the pictures which form the core parts of an aircraft making!

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A SILENT SONG

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Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence.

This week , I’m going to narrate a story for this unique challenge! Enjoy” The silent song”!

A SILENT SONG

The atmosphere was enchanting and vibrant in the lush green orchard where birds were swinging and the tiny colorful butterflies kept dancing from one branch to another. The clear blue sky allowed the golden sun to reach and kiss the ground quietly without any obstacle and hustle. The plantation had abundant mangoes hanging on the long branches and the fragrance of the ripe and raw ones filled the surrounding atmosphere. Faraway an old record was being played which acted as a background score to the scene.

“on every flower he perches,
 dances, on every bud,
the garden echoes with the song
of nightingale…
my heart thus sings the melody
of a hidden blush!”

Binodini struggled to clear off the crumpled corners of the yellow ochre cotton saree which she wore. Pulling aside an end of the saree, she tucked the pallu to her front. She tried to reach the visible fruit that had gained her attraction. The sweet mango which was about to ripe and was still somewhat raw.

She kept on jumping trying to grab the yellow one that camouflaged with her saree.

The cuckoo loved her leaps and continued to sing her melody.

The dense mango orchard now echoed with the sound of her anklets, resounding every tinkling sound like a melodious euphony.

He watched the young maiden from far off. The saffron coloured tone of her skin was visible as her wrapped saree slid for few seconds… He looked in another direction. It could not hold his thoughts for long and he looked back again at Binodini.

She was still in the orchard, now sitting on the mat that was spread on the ground beneath the big mango tree. Her locks of hair flowed down in a gentle cascade and she hummed few lines, which he wasn’t able to hear. Although her moving lips indicated, she was singing.

As he tried to divert his attention from the young maiden, her magnetism pulled him more towards her. Although he had denied accompanying her to the orchard, his thoughts and mind did go along with her. Her formal disposition towards him had made him more uncomfortable. She still seemed to have the same innocence which he had seen in her eyes a decade ago. The gleam in her vision had the same sparkle that could make people envy of her contented nature and cheerfulness, despite all the glitches and snags of life.

All these years she had never tried to contact him nor did her behavior show any signs of grudge against him for not accepting her in his life.

Sanjay tried to avoid the intermingling thoughts, yet they seem to overpower his intellect and mind.

Few years ago, when his father had brought the proposal of Binodini to him, he had brushed aside the proposal without a second thought.The reason he gave was, he wasn’t ready for the marriage and would think on it after he returns from his higher studies and when his ambitious career reaches its goal while he went on the forthcoming foreign trip.

He liked Binodini, but always felt she was no match to his intellectual views and perceptions. At that time, she was just fifteen and her bubbly carefree nature made him think, she wasn’t the right candidate for marriage .Although he knew, Binodini liked him too and their parents had decided their marriage in childhood. He felt it to be an imprisonment of life living his whole life with a person who wasn’t up to his mark and status.

The two had been childhood friends and knew each other since they were just three.Binodini always had a dream of being companion of Sanjay and she always helped him through any endeavor and commitment.

His parents knew she would be the perfect girl for their family and that she had the charm and the elegance of being a wife of an educated man.

Sanjay left for Australia to pursue his higher education and to give strength to his wings of ambition. Soon he graduated and did his post-graduation in business administration, where he met Sofia, the blue-eyed girl.

He fell head over heels in love with her and she too started liking him. Within few months, they both had shifted to a new house to stay together.Back home, nobody knew about their living in relationship and they still kept on asking Sanjay about the marriage. He kept on denying and delaying the proposal by giving some excuse or another. Even though his parents tried to reason, Sanjay was least bothered to listen and never tried to go back to his home place even after years as he remained busy with his newly found attraction Sofia.

Sofia who was pursuing her doctor’s degree in political science was very keen in her studies and she always focused on her ambition above anything else. She was a bright student and was attractive. Unlike the village maidens, she was far more advanced and had an open outlook towards life.

Sanjay loved his freedom and was happy to get rid of the continous nagging of his parents.

Sofia continued studying even after she completed her doctorate and always remained busy in her scholarly research and groups. This left very little time with her to pay attention to their home.

Gradually Sanjay started doing all the household chores and didn’t get enough time to focus on his work. He liked to do everything for her but in this due course his work suffered. His earnings and savings got exhausted on large bills of Sofia’s education and socializing. Yet he was too mad for her and was happy to her with him.

Years passed and Sofia was now , no longer interested in the attachment and relation with Sanjay She fancied the attention that she got from her colleagues in her professional circle. Though she liked Sanjay, he felt she was not as emotional or sensitive as he had been in the relation.

And one fine day, she packed her bags to suddenly shock Sanjay and announced,  “Iam leaving for United States. I got a good job and an amazing career awaiting for me there. Without a grumble, Sanjay just shook his head and he knew, she never meant to be with him for a whole life.

Her decision left him alone, stranded and abandoned at the crossroads. He lost everything there and then, his money, reputation, respect, job, confidence and love. She meant business and she did it well.

Months later, he got discharged from the hospital. He had fallen directly on the adjacent lampshade and his ears bled as he lay there unconscious throughout the night. He didn’t realize that he was in the hospital since the last fifteen days and was in coma. The fall had hurt his nerve on his head. He rejoined office after a couple of days, but wasn’t able to concentrate on his work and had to take a break. .

At that crucial juncture, he decided to visit his village the following summer, as he had been away from his home since years. Today he needed the support and presence of his family and friends, when he was left all alone. And after ten years he came back to the lanes of his old place.

Today he stood in the balcony of their bungalow and was watching Binodini, trying to take off his eyes from her. She was the adored member of his family and neighbourhood, for she had rose above the level and had touched the greater skies.

The previous day ,his father wanted to know about his intentions on his life and career.

He didn’t have much to say; as his ideas had been wiped off the moment he came to know of Binodini being married to his younger brother.

He had shelved his dwelling and establishment there abroad and had planned to settle in India. He had guessed,Binodini might have been still single and that her family would be delighted to see him comeback after years.

After all he was the favourite and the most intelligent boys of the village then. He had an appealing personality and everyone was proud of his achievements.

Yet today he was lost. Lost and forgotten in the folds of time by everyone, even Binodini.How had he missed her striking persona and overlooked her charming presence. Had he agreed to his father’s proposal years back, things would have been completely different.

A very well-known song was being broadcasted on the radio that night and someone from his family had exclaimed, “Oh! This is Bou di’s (new daughter in law’s ) song!”

Everyone was smiling and one of them turned up the volume. Sanjay was lost in his thoughts.

He was expressionless,as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Like her immaculate beauty, she was today known for the wonderful lyrics those, which adorned the Bengali cinema and music.

Sanjay had been surprised to learn about this development about her life and was curious since when had she started writing couplets and verses? He had never known about it.

How was she discovered and found by the people from the makers of Bengali cinema and  then crowned with a grand splendor? Did she ever understood what people talked about her or how her lyrics turned out to be? He was curious to know everything about her that had made her so unique.

His thoughts suddenly came out of his imagination as Binodini slipped off while jumping.

He saw her getting up and in her hands was the half-ripe, half raw mango, which she was eyeing and trying for since the last half an hour. Instead of eating, she held it in her hands and brought it close to her ears. What was she doing?

Was there anything that she wanted to hear?

Then slowly she moved it to her nose and sniffed it.

What was she upto?He thought.

Meanwhile she went near the tree and laid her ears on the bark as if trying to hear some sound, and then she placed her soft palm on the trunk of the mango tree and smiled.

She had felt the pulse of the silent tree standing there since ages.

Within minutes she scribbled few lines,

“I look at you in awe O! Wondrous wonder!
Your fruition is so enchantingly aromatic
Why are you quiet
like my mute lips,
through the rustle of your leaves
 I can see and feel…
in silence I can sense your joy and ecstasy!!!”

The following night during dinner, he read an article about her in the newspaper.

One of the questions that he read echoed in his mind.

It said, “How do you manage to write such lyrics which have the fine intrinsic notes of sound of nature and feelings? How do you manage to discover this beauty?

Her reply was, “Destiny has deprived me of two important senses of sound and speech, yet my remaining senses reach out to the inner voice of nature and get communicated through the rhythm of life. I try to find out the melody of every beat that plays in the heart of each living being by touch. I can hear that melody in every heartbeat and pulse. For me, even if my physical being, disallows me to hear and speak, yet I am able to articulate through my words and verses. I can feel the throbbing of every heart through my perception and touch.Nature conveys in its own distinct mute language to me the truth of its eternal splendor.”

He could never guess or realize what her value was, then, years ago and here she was today, one of the prominent personalities of Bengal.

The famous lyricist, Binodini, who was born deaf and dumb, yet touched skies of glory and impossible through her simple nature and efforts.

She was now Sandeep’s wife, his sister-in-law.

Someone called his name from far off and he stood motionless and still.

He had lost his sense of hearing during the fall, which had paralyzed and left him hospitalized for days, way back in Australia.

  Destiny has its own  unique way  and when its  blow strikes anyone its severe yet silent.

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17th January 2013

There has been a change in scenario in the past few days in Indian politics. Let it be the new power packed speech by Rahul Gandhi, or the storming invasion by the law minister of Delhi of  an area,which allegedly was running a sex and drug racket, for which he didn’t get any police support. The sudden death ofSsunanda Pushkar wife of Shashi Tharoor after few days controversy on social media about hacking accounts and stalking her husband. Be it the demise of the spiritual leader in Mumbai and the stampede that occurred during his funeral or the death of an old actress Suchitra Sen . The day in Indian history will be surely important for days to come which shall remind us of this day when we look back after few months from now. The fate and the future of India when  be decided in the forthcoming elections will remind us back of this particular day which marked its presence by so many colours and shades of politics so intensely.

Dreams

The wonderful journey of the Festival of words from Write tribe comes to an end today! When it concludes with the topic of “DREAMS”.A positive and a very optimistic note to end anything! Before bidding goodbye,how beautiful and exhilarating it will be if we talk of our dreams…

Dreams of thousand aspirations,desires,fantasies,urges,thinkings, wishes and ultimately our unconscious temptations.A whole canvas is ready to get painted ,the moment we pick the brush and decide to colour a particular dream!

The string of our life is reined tight by these dreams… The small joyous one fill us with delight and the larger than life ones infuse in us the determination to move on in life .

Just imagine! How lifeless life would be without dreams,like a song without any musical note!

 

I sing today the song of life

fills my soul which with delight…

with myriad dreams it wings me to fly

to unknown destinations far off than the sky…

butterflies ,birds gaze at my flight

with varicoloured feathers I emboss my life

plays softly the music within…

when  chords of my heart

sync with harp of time…

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.http://writetribe.com/dreams/

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THE MUSIC OF NATURE

The rhythm of life ,the vibration of a fluttering leaf,the thundering of clouds or the gushing of a flowing stream,this is the melodyThe Music of Nature.

Music of the eternal nature which can carry us for thousand miles without letting us know through the fragrance of the cool breeze and with the white bunch of clouds travelling.

Different lands it traverses, playing the beats of simple harmony,never can anything surpass this,the melodious symphony.

Music is the pulse of a throbbing heart, music is the love of the singing bauls,music is the quiver of the sitar strings,music is the cadence of the soul ,while it seeks divine.

Music is the muse of art,

 tone of a pitch,

stroke of a painting brush,

the creation of nature pristine,

in every breath,intones the music,

Eternal is thy ,when it becomes Divine.

Here is a musical rendering: http://soundcloud.com/soumyav/aud0014

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.http://writetribe.com/music/

MUSIC – Today’s prompt.

THE FALLEN DEW!

 

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“It has been my destiny” said the morning dew fallen on the surface of a leaf.

“I was so happy there up  in the blue skies, amidst the moving dancing clouds “.

It isn’t same here, even though I can see the verdure closely and can feel the freshness of the veins of thy leaf…

“It wasn’t long before when I had grumbled and had wished to see the earth through my eyes .I desired to feel the beauty with my touch.

As I lie here on your cheeks now, I view the world with a different perspective.”

The leaf fluttered in silence and listened to the outpourings of the fallen dew.

She had been a mute listener, an avid lover of pure feelings and thoughts.

As the drop slid from one end to another, she cupped herself properly ,so that it shouldn’t  not fall down to the rough ground!

The morning dew smiled and clung to the leaf tightly.

She had discovered her real destiny.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Mid-Season Replacement

My interview by Uzoma!

Here is the link to an interview of mine done by Uzoma Okoroafer! It was regarding the recent book  release”Suroor of the Soul” and a dialogue to have an insight about the same!

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“DECORUM IN PRESENCE OF YOUR SENIORS “- SOFT SKILLS

Decorum at work is often a set of guidelines that is written and followed. There are still few codes of conduct which aren’t written anywhere nor do they find any mention in the book of organizational behaviour.

Remember the day when your boss was supposed to visit your working premises ,or your work area, did anybody tell you about the disposition you should follow and the etiquette you should have?

Besides the people around who have the habit of smudging their seniors with all the negative thoughts, there is no one who can guide you to know what exactly should be your behavior?

If you are supposed to spend more time with your boss , while  together  on a journey or a visit to a customer or be together in office,what are the points that need to be remembered?

Do you think besides talking about work there wont be any other topic to discuss? What should be the limitation of your verbal expression that would not hurt him as a person or as a senior?

Is it necessary to stay just formal with him or at times you can be casual?These are the few questions that arise in mind and storm your day when you come across such a situation.

For your behavior shall decide what lies in future for you  in the organization.

Before pointing out the details let me just tell you that at the end of the day he is your boss and his place demands respect . He might be a person of great character ,a large-heated person,still it is your duty to make sure that you do not cross the line of friendliness that he has crossed for you.Being with your senior at workplace and at other casual gatherings or visits commands different approach to him.

Few points which you need to remember:

  1. Your boss is a person who is in a senior position than yours and you need to respect his stature.Respecting does not mean to flatter him with words nor does it mean to be a timid follower.You need to give him the facts without letting down his presence in front of others.
  2. Always preinform him about any issues that has arisen which can create a problem in field or within the workplace. Before he comes to know from anybody else,if you are the person who confides in him about any such trouble,he will be rest assured of your sincerity and faith towards him and company.
  3. On certain issues you both may or may not agree completely,in such a situation make sure you don’t directly argue with  him in front of others specially his seniors.That sets a very bad example of bad leadership,which could affect his presence in the company.
  4. For any reason if you are convinced for any step to be taken or not,confide in him,prior to the meeting apprehending that a conflict there in front of everyone shall damage his position.
  5. As a senior , listen to his words with utmost attention and importance even though you feel they aren’t of any use.
  6. While conversing with him,erase the mindset of your psyche that you are better than him and could have done everything more efficiently.Such a thought shall always hamper your growth in life for it increases the ego of your self.
  7. Learn whatever you can from him by observing and by communicating. An inquisitive mind  is always progressive and your inquisitive ness to know more about the activities in the organization about work or anything else shall create a positive impression of yours.Posing to be curious hardly sustains, for you lose interest the moment you start knowing about it.
  8. Be friendly towards your senior when he is in a light mood,but never try to act over smart or cross the friendly line between .
  9. Assure him always of your work and results ,so that he develops a sense of belief in you as a person,which shall always be helpful for the company’s growth as well as you as an individual.
  10. Restrict yourself from the petty activities and the politics of narrow-minded people.Someday the tables turn and one who starts all such trivial topic suffers.Neither such a person gets any sympathy from anyone then nor can he acquire back his same earlier position of respect and power.

All these points are essential for you when you think of your code of conduct before your seniors,but imposing them without actually realizing their importance would be forceful.

Few things below would clarify your such disposition:

  1. If you respect a person ,it will not reduce your status.
  2. Being humble ,doesn’t mean being weak,in fact it means you have more endurance to sustain.
  3. Following your leader is not a way of flattering,it displays the sense of faith you have in him and your work.
  4. Helping your boss in any other work,besides being in office does not mean you are being  exploited,it says you are trusted more than anyone else.
  5. Avoiding your boss is not a way out for any situation,it shows your lack of interest in him and being in his company.
  6. Arrogance lets everyone down whether he is a senior or you.
  7. Arguing in form of a discussion is always welcome,but remember at the end of the day ,your leader’s point will be accepted,so it is better to convince him first if you are very sure of your own explanation.Such confiding will reflect your interest in the growth of the organization and not only in your own.
  8. Besides everything,if you find anything illegal or nefarious activities going on in the organization and your seniors involved in it,rather quit the job than making them realize their follies.
  9. If for any reason your senior is taking advantage of you physically,mentally or emotionally,be firm and refuse uprightly.If still unheeded directly approach the senior most person of the organization without hesitation.
  10. Code of conduct applies to everyone and hence there should also be a set of codes for the leaders too.