THE LONG FLIGHT OF LIVING

In the long flight of living, it has been a tussle , a whole long transformation of ruffling feathers , plucking old ones, growing the new ,trying to still maintain the speed and focus of flying with all energy and magnitude and in this journey, many a times wounded get the   wings, bruised are ends , where hardly one gets time to repair, mend or let the wounds dry.

The journey goes on without stopping, with every bend bringing more challenges and showing more impermanence of life.

 

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Unachievable goals, difficult roads, storms , or hovering clouds, thorns pushing out of every circumstances often shred the skin in ways where one tries to protect the family keeping  them intact.

 
Hardly all these such efforts are realized , the fact is the zeal to move forward, the confidence of fighting inspite of not being acknowledged, the selfless support and patience of 24 hours extending to 7 days and 12 months a year continuously exhausts the energy of self.
There are moments when the flight seems the last , the faraway sky seems to embrace our pains and struggles, yet the closed ones near us never realize or notice.
The long exhausting journey wishes moments of understanding, some moments of realization which remain unnoticed and unheeded.
The long laps of flight turn the wings weak, which cannot hold the rough weathers now, due to continous exposure to rough weathers and because never did they been cleaned, covered, given rest .
A life too depletes such with negligence when all paths suddenly turn down and forget to let the soul breathe.

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It is a transformation to break free from all shackles, from all chains that have pulled the wings in different directions, letting the bird to forget it’s own flight and instead follow the journey of survival.

It is time ,to mend ways, to realize, to know, to understand, to see through, to accept  this struggle .

As an eagle too can live upto 70 years and for that it has to go through the painful process of transformation after 40 years.
Either one fights self, wins , overcomes and then survives as a fighter and warrior of life or else succumbs to surroundings and gets eroded in the flood of life .

This isn’t the fear of physical pain , it is the transformation that  creates turbulence within, either leading to a rebirth of self or leading to the  usual  end .

Let us gather the scattered dust

Life is impermanent and so is everything in the world! It doesn’t take more than weeks to transform a living place into a realm of  mourning prayers .

Last few years have seen the worst when disaster has stuck Syria, leaving the historical and beautiful cities of Syria into a land of ashes and crumbled buildings. The ruins speak of a rich and glorious past yet today they are in mud. Every such country which has echoed its broad-mindedness and grace of embracing the balance of life is slowly turning into a different land .

How I wish, life had been simple without the politics of power and the conflicts of mind and riches? A common man is worried more about his daily bread and is far away from the politicization of created and misrepresented news , yet the continous harping of wrong inputs and distorted facts have ignited minds into flames which can burn the world without doing good for any,yet the ones who hold the matchstick to this pyre are unmoved.

Remember if a hand tries to burn somebody else’s house, his own shelter gets burnt,it is the law of nature, devastation brings destruction for one and all.

It is too late to realize and gather the scattered pieces of this maze which can bring peace together,but let us hope this sense shall prevail soon.

 

 

 

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SAFECITY- A unique mapping platform

“UN Women states that 1 in 3 women face some kind of sexual assault at least once in their lifetime. But in our experience, the statistic in India seems to be extremely high. A rape occurs every 20 mins in India.Yet most women and girls do not talk about this abuse for a multiple of reasons – fear of society, culture, victim blaming, fear of police, tedious formal procedures etc. As a result women keep silent and this data is not captured anywhere but the perpetrator gets bolder over time and we accept it as part of our daily routine. This leads to under communication and under reporting of the issue”speaks Elsa D’Silva,founder of SafeCity when asked about the role of this mapping site.

SAFECITY is a a platform that crowdsources personal stories of sexual harassment and abuse in public spaces and the data which is anonymous, gets aggregated as hot spots on a map indicating trends at a local level. The idea is to make this data useful for individuals, local communities and local administration to identify factors that causes behaviour that leads to violence and work on strategies for solutions.Since its launch on 26 Dec 2012 it has collected close to 10,000 stories from over 50 cities in India, Kenya, Cameroon and Nepal.

It is known that women aren’t safe when they are moving, traveling, commuting or sometimes even near their own houses due to various factors of harassment. There hasn’t been any such kind of initiative in India which led to an united platform to act against this kind of behaviour.

Read about the whole report on https://www.worldpulse.com/en/community/groups/leadership-group/posts/69663

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Missed call (India) – +91 9015 510 510

 

What type of artist are you??? Have you ever wondered?

Where has the ink of conscience vanished? The zeal of expressing the social injustices done on humanitarian grounds , which always found its way through the fine nib of a writer’s pen is somewhere lost.

Novels and stories spoke about the prevailing conditions of society and brought about many changes in the mindset of people ,by instigating them to think about the rights and wrongs. Often stories from such novels were considered to be of revolutionary thoughts, thereby reflecting the ideas and character of writers of those times.

Indian literature has been one of the finest and richest ,depicting true facts from the intricacies of life. Being diversified in languages and culture ,although within a single country, we had variety of literature. Besides the intense romantic poems , poetry has seen another facet ,which was revolutionary. The true replica of historical and political scenarios were expressed with precise manner , written with a flame to create an utopian world. That zest and zeal has got lost somewhere . Artists still create art, brushes move on the canvas, pens scribble much often on the blank pages,yet the essence of truth and reality is absent.

The efforts aren’t enough to create a change nor adequate to inspire the dreaded people of a nation. As artists we have the responsibility of infusing into people and society alongwith depicting the true picture of life and politics.

Controversy is the child of today , but controversies are more materialistic. There is a thin line between controversial and revolution . One attracts attention due to erratic behavior ,disposition while the other raises voice against injustice and iniquity.

What type of artist are you??? Have you ever wondered?

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“LET US LOVE THE WORLD TO PEACE”

Peace is the most precious word which every individual,society, country, nation, continent, religion wishes to talk about, but do we really make any sincere efforts in eradicating the seed of hatred to disseminate peace ? Our words, speech, thoughts and action make this impossible. Lets strive to make this world a better place to live in by changing our perception.

“LET US LOVE THE WORLD TO PEACE”

Not less than a realm of chaos and disarray is today’s world. Through centuries, human race has evolved and moved a step forward according to the “Origin of Species”. Physically, mentally, intellectually humans have excelled far more ahead than expected and at a much faster pace.

But wait for a second,think ! Is this the true progress in terms of evolution of mankind? We boast of technological advances and economic empowerment of nations, yet we have fallen back years and years behind in the girths of insensitivity and hatred.

Look around and you can see, hundreds of incidents which crumble the world peace in pieces. #BokoHaram episode, # Syria #Gaza, continuous ongoing conflicts which are still unnamed and yet unknown even in our country. What have we achieved so far by such progress and evolution? Are we really moving ahead or losing our ground?

Intolerance is the word that defines each one of us in today’s world. The constant echo of the suppressed and destitute, silent cries of hunger and bloodshed from the gory of wars, the continuous conflicts between different faiths and the forever greed of power has saturated the atmosphere of this planet. Every individual wishes to speak about the need of peace in this hour, yet the words remain obsolete and fruitless.

Nations organize summits, countries hold peace seminars, authoritative of religious sects announce the importance of peace, yet “PEACE” merely remains as a word throughout. What does it lack? It lacks the enthusiasm, the urge and the will to go forth in this state of bedlam by removing all the inner fears, jealousies, hatred behind and embrace each other with respect and love.

Money and power cannot suffice the need for such a kind of dialogue that is needed to be done amongst people, faiths, societies and nations.

“One needs to respect and accept everyone else’s existence, irrespective of his caste, gender, creed, faith and status”.

We all on this planet have an equal right to sustain and survive, then why crush the identity of another by force or influence? When each person starts thinking on these terms and removes the pre conceived notions of his mind, his efforts begin to show results and the amicable bond starts developing from the grassroots level.

We need to cleanse our hearts and mind first from the fallacies of insecurity, money, greed and power to work in unity towards building a peaceful surrounding and an atmosphere in harmony. When we consider every other person as a human being and not recognize by any labels or tags, we have respected humanity.

“For thousands who died in the unnamed conflicts

and proxy wars,

on the border of countries … which demarcate

and divide

nations

but cannot human hearts

sheds a tear every mother ,

in which place is my child born?

Will the echo of explosions and fumes of hatred

silence the

gaps between societies and faiths

or castes for long?

then why doth not one exude peace in emotions

through eyes and love

for every soul

residing on earth

and embrace with respect

every person?”

Nothing else can change or save this world except the bond of humanity. Our humaneness shall revive the flame to bring peace and spread the compassionate voice to every corner of the world.
I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality… I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.
—–Martin Luther King Jr.

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Being Humane

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Cost of being a human is pretty higher these days.The identity of a human‘s existence is categorized by his country, religion, his not so known caste and the known gender and lastly by his name.Every such nomenclature brings a tag along with it.The tag has its own positive and negative effects depending on the place where it is being used.
Centuries later since the Stone Age had started; we all are again lost in the crisis of identity and existence.Being a speck in this world, our nonexistent identity tries to reach atop through several means. Such efforts right or wrong are not considered, when the result is achieved.In the process, we tend to forget that we are offspring’s of mankind and not species of any animal kingdom.
As during this desperateness of being known or getting attention, we follow a path which takes us in a complete different direction.
Like the youngsters and the religious fanatics drive themselves to the edge of extremism to flaunt their views and try to enforce those on the rest of the world. While doing this, they tend to forget that extremism in any case has never been beneficial and has led to conflicts, killings, wars.
How can a race so called as human allow such gruesome incidents under the name of religion?Being human is a somewhere lost in today’s world, where we have lost the essence of kindness and humanity.
The First World is busy in reestablishing its position and trying to recover from the slumping economy, whereas the Second one is getting over the glitches of slow progress and finding new ways to get through . The assumed  Third world has never existed in the picture of the global map, unless some calamity or unrest is heard of in these countries and the rest of the world flocks in to show sympathy by aiding these.
But never have humans tried to lend a hand to the weaker, poorer, unstable sections of mankind or nations, it has always been dominated by the powerful and the hypocrites section of the society.
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To live and survive in this kind of world, the lone human has lost his identity and is now known by the tags he has been born with. His nature, character, disposition remains irrelevant and so to overcome and get noticed, he has shed the skin of being human.
He now dons an animal skin and slowly getting into the instincts of those creatures, forgetting the characteristics of humanity.
The imbalance whether ecological, financial, economic or of progress always has been a threat to the mankind.
Cutting off these edges from the society and trying to make it even, shall reinstate the humaneness in being human.

Nations prosper ,when women have power !

She who makes your family, she who rears you since childhood has every right to get connected to the strings of learning.When every household thinks alike as such and tries to introduce the basics of learning internet to the women of the house, knowledge shall spread and countries will prosper.
Barring her the freedom of choice and her right to learn , we can see many nations fallen to their fallacies in the grits of poverty and misery.

Read my article about this on Worldpulse: Nations prosper when women have power

 

WHAT IS YOUR PERSPECTIVE?

A perspective can change everything. A particular situation can have different meaning for different people.

SCENE: “A BIRD FLYING HIGH IN THE SKY”

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A painter exclaims, “Wow! What an amazing contrast of colors in life”.

A scientist deduces,” This is the basic fundamental of aerodynamics and fluid mechanics. We should learn all the pros and cons from this bird’s flight, before designing a better aircraft.”

A poet wonders, “What a beauty, the scene depicts, the bird soaring amidst clouds trying to reach the peak.”

A woman sings, “Oh! How I wish I could fly as high as the bird with my wings spread by, without any destination.”

A politician screams, “Ah! That silly bird, how far does it think it can fly. It doesn’t know me, what can I do to the blue sky.”

A prisoner laments, “Hope I get to see the clouds moving and can fly freely as this bird under the open sky.”

A hunter whispers, “O!  an easy prey for me today. Wait until I catch you, there’s a net ahead to trap you.”

A follower of spiritual path, “O! How great is my Lord! He who can color the sky azure and make the tiny bird fly.” It’s his creation, how blessed I am to witness his grace before I die.”

A child gazes at the beautiful bird flying above in the clouds and smiles with innocence. It neither thinks nor analyzes but instead enjoys the moment of happiness.

So what is your perspective when you look at things?

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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