Thursday 15 December 2016

Life teaches...

It's been so long, being caught up with so many variant stuffs of Dear Zindagi, I couldn't find pure moments to be deeply connected to the inner self. It's a hard task though still somehow trying to steal some moments at least to ramble if not be able to tell the stories in a proper way.

So, begging apology in advance...

Since very long, waiting to see things on various fronts to get settled, but one after another peril keeps pouring over and mercilessly encountering...

It was 19th November late in the evening on our way back home after a very tiring  day, my son's straight passionate line was - "I learnt the trick even better in selecting a song and its presentation after this failure, so I have already decided what to sing next time" when I asked him not to participate in such talent hunts anymore...
When I said, "Didn't you hear that boy stood next to you telling he had been coming for this audition since 2006 and everytime got rejected and how was he disqualified this time too for being overage and he had to leave the place in the middle of the process and his faded ray of last hope also ended empty???
My son kept quiet for some time and said, come whatever may, I shall never stop trying and lose hope...
His positive spirit made me quiet, I didn't argue further and then & there decided, if he's determined to face any such trials, we as parents shall support him in an encouraging manner every time that we are doing in these last couple of years.
But it was great pain after reaching home when switched on the TV and saw one of the esteemed judges certifying the same show to be aired soon as the most authentic show that follows transpareny in selecting its participants...
Truth In Black! Alas!!
So, this is the outcome after a bitter live experience of the unreal reality of a talent hunt audition, that again shattered me exactly in the same way as the last couple of auditions. It felt like truth has been lost somewhere, leaving behind "Dramebazi" and "Dhokhebazi" as its successors...
Starting from photocopy shop owner to the police and the venue owner to the judges everyone is an epitome of dishonesty from head to toe... Every cheat of the organisers is so well planned, that anyone could easily get trapped. Talent has nothing to do with such auditions, because everything is already fixed smartly from the very beginning, It's nothing but pure farse...

Decided to tell about the whole episode in detail, but finally dropped the idea just to keep myself away from negativity...
It doesn't matter whether an aspirant is getting selected or not, but it's disheartening to know, he/she is not even getting chance to show the talent...

Don't feel like exposing the truth behind talent hunts at this point of time. Rather took it as a learning, that'll help to grow further. Because every moment passes by teaching us something new.
So, on a contrary note stopping the story here with a hope to see better days soon...

This is how on one part,
Some unfavourable situations teach us in a single stroke without our knowledge, though they sound unconvincing...
And on the other part we ourselves convincingly learn lessons from our surroundings with much love and respect...

Now it's time to see the other part -
Goodness at its top in a completely different live story, where the protagonist is telling her tale of feat through her deed.
Yes, its a true heartrending 8 year old story, where a grieved mother became a saviour of million everyday travellers on the life threatening extremely busy chowk on one of the national highways that runs through the Indian national capital just after losing her beloved daughter in an accident on that particular point. With a promising attitude she started the noble mission of saving life on road....

An incredible life devoted to uncertainty -
She is non other than Dorris Francis. The epitome of selfless honesty, utmost sincerity and tremendous courage.
A brave heart, who treasures unmeasured volumes of love and compassion for others,
A beautiful soul, who has dedicated her life to the society,
A messenger of heaven,
An angelic incarnation,
A true hero, immensely inspiring...
It was great pleasure for every traveller on that road to see her in the morning controlling the heavy traffic singlehandedly with great perfection and easing their travel. But from the 3rd week of November, she went missing, not seen on the road.
No one has the clue till the news circulated in social networks, print and electronic medias that said
She had been diagnosed with cancer, was critical, admitted to the AIIMS and was in a very bad state.

In this self-centred world, her life is an institution that exemplifies the saying "living for others is a life worth-living" in its true sense...
I have seen her extremely busy in controlling the traffic, but always with a happy face,
And saw her exactly same happy face on the hospital bed too when I and my husband went to see her after surgery. She welcomed us folding her hands and with a broad smile. We stood still with our folded hands and I didn't realise how teary emotions rolled down from eyes...
She asked us to have seat and said, she'll be fit and fine and return to the road soon and nothing to worry, as long as she is there, all the travellers are safe, because she won't let any mishap happen on that road. Then she said few introspective lines, how the outer beauty doesn't matter if the inner being is not beautiful, if it has no good feeling for others.
Salutable...

In that very hour a lady entered, took a seat and started how her autowala nonstop told her about the goodness of Dorris on the previous day till she reached the destination and that made her coming to see her though she had never seen her before because she has never travelled at the same time when Dorris controls traffic...
After listening to her Dorris said, it's all the love, good thoughts, wishes and prayers of people that she is alive...

It was great pleasure to find her so close for sometime listening to her, know little more about her life, like, her simplicity and contentment, remarkable self-confidence and strength, admirable self-respect, hard working nature, helping destitutes in many ways, about her loving world of pets that includes 6 dogs, 3 parrots, a tortoise and a cat etc. etc.

After spending a quality hour of positive vibration being in Dorris' company in the hospital room, it was time for us to take a leave, we went near her and said, What you do to us is indebted. We could not do anything else except showing solidarity by coming here to see you.
You are the most important reason of our safety on the busy morning road. You are there, that's why NH - 24 travellers are there... 
Ever so grateful!! Much respect!!!

Initially it was a concern of her treatment cost.
They say, "Do good for others, it'll come back in unexpected ways" -
With an appreciable efforts of all, financial help for Mrs Dorris Francis has arrived multiple times than expected and needed...
Even the PMO India, CMO Uttar Pradesh, Delhi police, Ghaziabad police have further contributed.
AIIMS along with The Max hospital also provided free cost treatment to her.
More than all that, people have contributed additionally and also come forward to renovate her house and even taken up education of her grandchildren...

At this moment, she requires our prayers and best wishes the most to resume a healthy life...
Amen!!!

Tuesday 11 October 2016

Let's start a walk...

Let's start a walk...

According to the Hindu belief, yesterday, we observed the significant Dussehra, that marks the victory of Virtue over Vices...
Let's come forward to remember the battle of "Karbala" on its Anniversary day today. According to Islamic belief, this day of Muharram, too inspires us to stand for Justice and fight against all evil...
Here's the story on Hussain Ibn Ali about 13 centuries ago, that tells it all -
" Yazeed, the self proclaimed ruler of the Arabs was a tyrant, who wanted the vote of confidence from Hussain Ibn Ali, the grandson of Prophet Muhammad to gain legitimacy for his rule. If Hussain had kept quiet and given his support it would have been the end of justice in society.
So Hussain Ibn Ali decided to stand up against the might of Yazeed's evil empire. Along with 72 brave men he faced thousands of Yazeed's troops in the Battle of Karbala. They all were martyred,  but their sacrifice still inspires millions across the world."
Thus, the story teaches us to stand for justice against all odds. Because if we are silent, when others are oppressed are guilty of oppression ourselves.
#STANDFORJUSTICE  #STARTWITHUS
Let's start a walk rising above all bad tendencies led by selfish desires to welcome a better world of future... ЁЯЩПЁЯП╗ЁЯЩПЁЯП╗ЁЯЩПЁЯП╗

Saturday 1 October 2016

An avangelical quest...

An avangelical quest...

(a thought based on the current scenario of Indo-Pak relation.
May it get better soon...)

An evangelical quest
asking for an evacuation,
an evacuation of
hatred hearts
from the gallary,
the gallery of
an artistry estate,
an estate looks
like a warship now,
a warship with
a long silence,
spending slow hours
of the doom's day;
The sunless sky
and its icy breeze,
propel an awakening,
it's an awakening
for a revival -
neither to fight,
nor to escape from
the onlooking outcasts,
but to find a
prospect formidable
for the killing stillness
to be fugitive,
to be as vilant as
the golden past..

Tuesday 13 September 2016

Listen to the moon

A sky above
so high so far
carries
the galaxy of
silvery stars
Spreaded
and scattered
Waiting
for the moon
that shines
them more
On a horizon
so close
yet too away
rises the
smiling Moon
And spreads
its beams
that hides
the dark
Lights the path
for an errand
it starts
The night
is still
Here's a
complete silence
on earth
Benevolent moon
on its way
To reach
the door
To touch
the floor
For a call
to make
For a myth
to break
To tell
the untold
On every occasion
the same
tranquility
it holds
Tests patience
Spreads
peace essence
on mankind
Teaches oneness
Equal before
it every being
everything
Even its
mere look
imports fortune
Believes one
Believe all
Let's listen
to the moon
Let the
heart hold
its belief
Stand firm
for the
purpose
Take a turn
towards
benediction
for a
definite cause...

Eid Mubarak
рдИрдж рдоुрдмाрд░рдХ़
╪╣┘К╪п ┘Е╪и╪з╪▒┘Г‎‎

Saturday 3 September 2016

Home Visit

It was a lovely leisurely weekend forenoon for me when husband decided to take the responsibility to amaze us with some self made scrumptious odia delicacies in lunch...
Then I got enough time to restart my expression that was little done last night, when I decided to start after Maa's call - that made me nostalgic. Home visit is more than a year now. Hence the missingness. And that compelled me to revisit the good old days through the wonderful memory lane...
Once done, I asked my poet son to go through it. After having a look he said, Mom, plz stop writing poetry in English. Then I was quite sure of some major flaws to be critically pointed out by him and with a low voice (that I usually never do while talking to him) asked, Is it that bad? Then he said, no Mom, I am seriously thinking, рдЕрдм рдоेрд░ा рдХ्рдпा рд╣ोрдЧा??? Then he had a big laugh, hugged me and said, Do publish it in "straight from heart" ASAP...

Here it goes -

Home Visit

Let's stop for a while,
Take a break
And hear
The barren land's,
The dusky sky's
So fascinating calls
See, how excited
Are they -
A new memory lane,
How they have made
This is the way -
They invite
Aren't we eager
For that
Long awaited meet?
Let's have a home visit
Let's go and see
How are the
Lovely butterflies,
How are the beetles
And hovering bees
Let's bring
The craze back,
Let's check - 
Whether our colourful kites
Are thrown orphan
Or still taken care of,
Does the wind
fly them high or not
Let's find our
Handmade Paperboats
Does the rain water
Ask them to float
On its flow or not
Let's go to
Our paradise
The then
Neighbours envy
Owner's pride
Our very own
playing fields
Are they still
That open
Or became
Victims of Urbanisation
Let's miss
Let's remember
Let's relive those days
Of enormous wonders
Let's have a
Home visit
Let's remake
The old life altogether
Anew, afresh
To regain, to retain
More joy, more happiness,
And more laughter...





Thursday 1 September 2016

Am I Wrong???

There's nihilness
All around -
Up and down,
Left and right
Am I wrong
If I say -
This is my life,
My days,
My nights...

If I draw
A night sky
Somewhere dark,
Somewhere grey,
Moonlight -
Perhaps my life
Has never seen,
Hence a long wait
It has been...

My beautiful garden
Flower-less,
Yet forever green
How wonderful
Would it be
If I paint the
Beauty of flowers
Atleast in my
Sleepless dreams...

I hear
The singing bird
It's not as sweet as
Last summer
It flies, it chirps
Still I miss the wonder
As if its heart holds
Unmeasured pain,
Not pleasure...

It is true
Life has no mercy
If it's there -
How hard
Could I try,
How far
Could I go,
Why can't I find?
Why can't I see??

Wednesday 27 July 2016

Let's Remember Him...

Where are we?
Where are we now, dear friends,
In the Maha Sabha that shapes as history,
The call of heartbeats of Indian people,
People ask us, people ask us:
Oh! Parliamentarians, the sculptors of Mother India,
Lead us unto light, enrich our lives.
Your righteous toil is our guiding light,
If you work hard, we all can prosper.
Like king, so the people,
Nurture great thoughts, rise up in actions,
May righteous methods be your guide;
May you all prosper ever with Almighty's grace.

This is the poem 'Where Are We'? written and presented as a gentle exhortation from the people's President of India to the country's representatives in the beginning during his customary address to both the Houses of Parliament to herald in the new session on the morning of 25th February 2005...

Yes, it's about the eloquence of Dr APJ Abdul Kalam, A Life extraordinarily incredible and remarkably so special that infected all those who came in touch with it, where new chapters of Presidency were being written almost everyday and made it noteworthy for the initiatives, decisions and warmth it brought to the highest office in the land...

SEE THE FLOWER, HOW FREELY IT GIVES OF ITS PERFUME AND HONEY.
BUT WHEN ITS WORK IS DONE, IT FALLS AWAY QUIETLY.
- Bhagavad Gita

About exactly a year back thus a glorious era ended with the quiet exit of its Godly Leader...
The nation lost its most respected Thinker, Visionary & Statesman...

Our very own Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam is no more, but his profound inspirational life has left behind the legacy of inexhaustible divinity, extraordinary determination, courage, perseverance and excellence for the nation to reflect on and take his journey beyond.

Let's begin with making his aspiring Vision 2020 - India, "A Developed Nation" to a great success as an honest tribute...

#RIPKalam

Tuesday 5 July 2016

Konark - Salutation to The Immortals!


Got inspired by this beautiful  picture taken and shared by my friend Madhu Gupta on her way to Konark from Bhubaneswar in her Odisha trip around a couple of years  ago. The life of people of rural lndia always attracts her attention and so as mine... So I decided to give an expression to her awesome capture.
But I am really very sorry Madhu that I can't stop myself from expressing it in my mother tongue Odia as the deep inscribed memories of my knowledge on Konark since childhood compelled me to see the women in the picture in a different perspective as the women of  the sculptors who were detached from their men, who were away from home, got busy building Konark temple for twelve long years by the order of the king and the sacrifice of immortal Dharmapada (Dharama) never to be forgotten...

рмХୋрмгାрм░୍рмХ рмЕрмнିрмоୁрмЦେ...

рмХ୍рм╖ୂрм░୍рмг୍рмг рмХୋрмгାрм░୍рмХрм░
рмЕрмХ୍рм╖ୁрм░୍рмг୍рмг рмРрмдିрм╣୍рнЯେ
рм╢рмд рммрм░୍рмг୍рмгାрм│ୀрм░ рмЖрмнା,
рмХିрми୍рмдୁ рмЬୀрм░୍рмг୍рмг рмоୁрмЦрм╢ାрм│େ рмдା'рм░
рмЕрми୍рмдрм░୍рмжାрм╣ୀ рм╢ୀрм░୍рмг୍рмг рмЪрми୍рмж୍рм░рмнାрмЧା।
рммେрм│ାрмнୂрмоି рмпା'рм░
рмЕрм╕୍рмеିрм░, рмЪрмЮ୍рмЪрм│
рм╕ାрмЬି рмиିрмЬେ рмк୍рм░рм╢୍рмирммାрмЪୀ
рмЙрмд୍рмдାрм│ рмдрм░рмЩ୍рмЧେ рмдା'рм░
рмормд୍рмдрмк୍рм░ାрнЯ рмЦୋрмЬୁрмеାрмП
рмк୍рм░ିрнЯ рмзрм░рмоାрмХୁ
рм╕рмдେрмХିрммା рм▓େрмЙрмЯିрмм рмХାрм│
рмлେрм░ିрмм рм╕େ рммୀрм░
рмнрм░ିрмжେрмм рмдା'рм░ рм╢ୂрми୍рнЯрмХୋрм│।

рм╕рмдେрмХି рмП рм╕େрмЗ рмкрме
рмЕрмирми୍рмд, рмЕрмХ୍рм╖ାрми୍рмд
рмзାрмЗଁрмЪାрм▓େ рмХୋрмгାрм░୍рмХ рмЕрмнିрмоୁрмЦେ
рмХ୍рм╖рмгрмоାрмд୍рм░େ рмЫୁрмЗଁрмм рм╕େ
рм╕ୂрм░୍рмп୍рнЯрмжେрммрмЩ୍рмХрм░ рм╕େрмЗ
рм╕ୁрмЧрмаିрмд, рм╕ୁрм╕рмЬ୍рмЬିрмд
рмормиୋрм░рмо рмк୍рм░рм╕୍рмдрм░рм░ рм░рме।
рмоିрм╢ିрмм рм╕େ рмХୋрмгାрм░୍рмХ рмоାрмЯିрм░େ
рмХୋрмгାрм░୍рмХрм░ рмХାрм░ୁрмХାрм░୍рмп୍рнЯେ
рмнେрмЯିрмм рм╕େ рм╕ୁрмиିрмкୁрмг
рмУрмб଼ିрмЖ рм╢ିрм│୍рмкୀрмЩ୍рмХୁ
рм╣рмЬିрмм рм╕େ рмХୋрмгାрм░୍рмХрм░
рмХрм│ା рмврмЩ୍рмЧେ, рмХрм│ା рм░рм╕рм░рмЩ୍рмЧେ।

рмПрмЗ рм╕େрмЗ рмЧାрмЖଁ рм░ рм╕ୁрми୍рмжрм░ୀ
рмП рмкрмерм░ рмЪୀрм░ рм╕рм╣рмЪрм░ୀ
рмХୋрмгାрм░୍рмХрм░ рмиିрм╖୍рмХрм░ୁрмг
рм╣ୃрмжрнЯрм░ рм╕ାрмХ୍рм╖ୀ
рммିрм╖ାрмж рмормирм░େ рмЖрмЬିрммି рм╕େ
рммାрмЯрмЪାрм╣ିଁ рмЕрмЯрмХି рм░рм╣ିрмЫି
рмпୁрмЧାрми୍рмдрм░ୁ рм╕ାрмЬିрмЫି рмкାрм╖ାрмг
рмЕрмкେрмХ୍рм╖ା рмХେрммрм│ рмПрмХ рм╕୍рмкрм░୍рм╢
рмк୍рм░ାрмгрмк୍рм░ିрнЯ рмдା' рм╢ିрм│୍рмкୀрм░ рмиିрм╣ାрмгрмоୁрмирм░
рм▓рмнିрмм рмЬୀрммрми, рмкୁрмгି рмерм░େ рм╣ୋрмЗрмм рмЬୀрммрми୍рмд।

Srikrishna: Ati sundar Barnana!

Bibhushri: Thanks and happy that you liked it ЁЯШК

Aurosmita: Bibhu didi.. bahut sundar heichi tuma kabita. Really praiseworthy... so beautifully described about konark....

Bibhushri: Thank you so much ЁЯШК

Indira: Beauty needs no language.

Bibhushri: You are absolutely right aunty. Every language does have its own divine beauty.  We need to inherit a particular language, its words, rhythms and culture to add our imagination to it... ЁЯШК

Jailatha: Translation please..

Bibhushri: Sure, whenever we two sit together in an absolutely recreational mood, i promise to translate it for you bit by bit... ЁЯШК

Jailatha: Shall have to make it soon !!ЁЯШК

Bibhushri: Yup...ЁЯШК

Jailatha: Wanna enjoy the strokes of your poem !!

Bibhushri: The preface says it all Jaya...
It's nothing but an expression of my empathy towards the sacrificing lives of the unrecognised real makers and their families of the great heritage Konark. Whenever I visit such sites, I think about the hardships of the immortal makers more than the monuments... who have never get their dues in return... And this thought hurts very badly...
It's a salutation to their greatness, who had given lives to the nonliving stones leaving their dear families behind
and never to be forgotten the threat of the king, who is known as the so-called maker to end their lives if they couldn't finish it on given time...
and Dharmapada, the 16 years old son of Bishu Maharana (the chief sculptor) how became the saviour and sacrificed his own life just to save the lives of the 1200 sculptors...
All these things make me emotional...
The thing disturbs most is when history recognises the kings etc as the great makers of such monuments. Sorry to say, they might be the owners but definitely not the makers for me at least...

Jailatha: Similar sentiments rise when you read about the atrocities of  ShahJahan while biulding the Taj. Perhaps that's the reason the beauty of Taj looks faded to my  eyes..

Bibhushri: Exactly...
That's why I too can't see beauty in Tajmahal...

Bignyashri: Just awesome!

Bibhushri: Thanks dear ЁЯШК

Madhu: My pleasure Bibhu that this picture of mine inspired you....nothing can be expressed better than in the language of your thoughts.... please try to translate it in Hindi or English for us whenever you feel like  ЁЯШК

Bibhushri: Sure dear...
Thank you so much for your kind wordsЁЯШК

Sunday 19 June 2016

Fathers are awesome! ЁЯСМ

A world class gift any father can give to his children by unconditionally loving their darling mother till eternity...
And you very well exemplify this BAPA (father)
I am the most blessed being along with my all three sisters, whom God has been kind enough to confer the most pious soul as the guardian angel, our loving and lovable BAPA,
Who is the endless source of learning, life making, thorough living,
Whom no thick or thin ever dare to touch or hit,
Who is the simplest and kindest person in every room he is in...
While I try to see the beginning and ending of any goodness in the world, it seems they are accumulated at one point, where your presence exists and I really mean it BAPA...
Whenever I think of myself deeply with all compassion, with all passion, I could consistently hear the soul saying, "I wish to be like my BAPA..."

My tribute cannot complete if I pay tribute only to the law of embracing nature. Because the law of the land also has been gracious enough to offer me another father too and that's you dear BAPA (father-in-law)
Who has accepted me not only in his home, but also in his heart with all amicable gestures,
Whose child like innocence always amazes me and attracts me more closer,
Who has never ever left behind helping me discover myself like my own father...

Here I confide, I need both my BAPA's bless filled hands on my head till the end...

Last but not the least, I cannot ignore the dotted father Srikrishna on this special day,
Whom I come across everyday and find his dedication at its top,
Who never leaves a single stone unturned on the way of his child's upbringing since the very first day of his new birth as a father,
Whom his son Shreyas considers as the best PAPA in the world...

I can do nothing much but saluting the ethereal presence of all the fathers, that's very much needed every moment for a substantial existence of any civilization, any race...

Thank you all for being YOU, the awesome FATHERS... ЁЯШК

Tuesday 31 May 2016

VISTAGIRI - Let's Re-live Bachpan...

Let's search for the box
Allover once again
Where childhood is left
Where cornerstone of
smiles and joys,
fun and frolics -
Everything is kept...

No matter how large the key
No matter how hard it be
Let's get it anyhow -
We shall scatter the
smiles and joys to play,
Spread the fun and frolics anyway
For many many a day
On every nook and corner,
On every Vista door...

Let's do VISTAGIRI once more
With body, mind and soul
Then folding and holding
We fill the enchantment
And pack the trend
In our very core
And enhance the joy of living
Ever and Ever and Ever...

Wednesday 27 April 2016

Does Perversion begin with Humanity?

http://www.speakingtree.in/article/it-s-wild-and-wonderful-without-humans

After reading this article some thoughts come to mind,
Is there ill-will in Nature or is it a gift from man?? 

I am not a pet lover, but being a nature lover, i do have love and compassion for all animals. They have all the reactions, emotions and feelings of which men are so proud. I believe, they even have more perfect senses than men. The only difference is that they can't speak, write or flood us with books on what they have felt... 

I do not know how perfect my observation is, but have seen animals like tigers, lions, elephants always so perfectly still if they are not in action. Whenever see a lion sitting, it seems telling me, ''Oh how fidgety you are!''
They look at anyone with such a peaceful air of wisdom...
And all their power, energy, physical strength are there, gathered, collected, concentrated and without a shadow of agitation, ready for action and that's too with a perfect calm.
Whereas, I have seen people who can not sit still for even half an hour and have to stir restlessly all the time, that implies integral weakness.

But between the two, there is a passage where man makes the most vulgar and low use of his intelligence, he makes it an instrument for calculation, domination, deception, and there it becomes very ugly...

Animals have an altogether rudimentary mind. They are not tormented by incessant thoughts like human beings. They feel a spontaneous gratitude for an act of kindness towards them, whilst men, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, begin to reason and ask themselves what interest one could have in being good. This is perhaps one of the the great miseries of mental activity...

The unselfish movement, uncalculating, is one of the most beautiful forms of psychic consciousness in the world, but the irony is that, the higher one rises in the scale of mental activity, the rarer it becomes...
 
It's the man who has to think to rise to a higher level and make good use of his intelligence with a desire to be  kinship with the animals by sharing his best, and only the best with them, then things can take on a much greater value...