Jealousy is justified when you know you deserve much more than what you have ..
Jealousy is justified when you repent making all the wrong decisions confidently in past...
Jealousy is justified when you also KNOW that the situation will never change to better...you are dumped and screwed ...accept it for this life time and believe in theories of REBIRTH ...

Jealousy - always not a negative virtue
always does not sigh at others!

.............sometimes its SIGH on your presence and what you did to yourself!

Ami pother pothik cholchi tai...
kiser taane jani na bhai
moner kotha luptoprae..
muk bodheer hoe choola ki jae?

...jae jae aj sob e jae ...
jodi manus manus k khae
sontanera smriti harae..bridhhasrom toiri hoe...
lokkho shishu praan harae
sobuj noe !! cement darae.....
montri hoe o sotta jae...
tobe ajke ki na hoe??

jodi ei prithibi hoe jeto pracheen..
adim juge hoto bileen
sei andhokup..nistobdho roop...
bhebecho kokhono?
koto shanti pete ...pete moner araam amoleen

Ami SHOTONTRO

ami shotontro....

chitrokor er priyo rong ami....

kokhono ba nortokir ucchaser mudra...

kobir bohu bebhorito pongti ami....

gayok er alaper prothom suur....

sobar theke shotontro ami....

anondotsobe laal....sokahote gerua boshon..

eka ek nisshase hese uthi bhoyarto sopner kole...

bhoe dekhabe kaake.....je sob nisshes er tole??

anonde smito hese ami onno pane dekhi....

sohosro manuser bhire ami sthir..

sohosro kolotaane ami nischuup....

ek sohuure proticchobi te ami...bohutol k dekhi baksho tate manob namok praani boddho..

ek grameen deshe....sobuj pukure ami dekhi ek ononno rajjo

sobar theke shotontro ami....tulona korona amae...

ami unmaad hoe bristite bhiji...unmotto haha kaare

ami rokto mekhe ullash kori....nijer e khoto sthaane...

Stoned Wings

The pain returns every night, I sleep with a quest to forget the killing sparks.. shooting the strength, making me weaker with every tear drop...Yes I want to depart from the moving world...where every motion is to hurt and destroy...the sharp, cutting pain comes with memories that cannot be cut away from the trail.....starts from my inception till my desertion...they stay like my stoned wings.....yess....i could not separate them from my being, they keep reminding me of the days that has the picture of a burning fire, no fluid to stop the blaze.....Today I long to live with the static...the unframed eternity.....endless.....untouched and unnerved...

UPOHAR......

ami robo nirobe,

akashe dekhi koto tara jolche nijer moton,

jonakir sowndorjo tate ki dhaka pore?

taro alo pai ki bhabe mone dola dae!

pahare dekhechila koto alo oi andho kare ratter,

jonakir moton kokhono ba oi tarar moton nirobe jolche,

aloke dhaka poreo e prithibir buke oi alo annya mayabi bhubone

manush shomaj boddho jib-

khete khae, ghore fere sara diner klanti muche,

arale abdale lekha thake koto jibon smriti,

koto ghotona ghote tar hisheb keiba rakhe,

dekhe chiolam oi pahari narir mukh hashi, r oi shishu gulo,

koto sorol misti, paharer prachurjo jeno tader moddhe

e jibon koto bornomoe, boli borno nai, kotha dekhi nato?

borno ache bolei jibon chole, r oi chikimiki alor chota

tane monke tane bakul kore, kintu dur thekei dekhi,

meghe dhaka akashe ek sorol nira bota, amar cholar sobdo

projapotita ure berae nijer kheale, amar sopnomon bandhe annya khelae,

lekha ache ek ridoer majhe

jekhane chora shrote boe chole rokto dhara, humm tista jemon boe chole,

bohu pathore aghateo boechole nijerkheale,

anek bornito din rattri!

desh prantor perieo, nei kothao bhag batora,

nodikeki bhag kora jae?

jol bhag korbe e khuddro monushya?

jae na..

se chole nijer moton kore soto badhateo sobaike rangie,

romoni romoni, megher moton chuljar,

gobhirotae hisheb paoa jae na!!!

sopno shade bondi pakhi hotath dana mele urte chae akashe,

mrittu bhoeo ache..

dekhlam sei, mittrur pore jekhane lamader boshie deoa hoe himaloer dike mukh kore,

gobhir aro gobhire chole e jatra,

sowndorjo ane akahser nil nirabota,

ami sohure jib, mon bhole kokhon janine...

paharer churae ki dekhlam jani na,

ghore sue mone holo eki sowndorjo,

dekhlam nijer sobta die, romoni romoni hey tumi kotha?

kotha holo tomari shathe himer chadore tumi jorie

tomae sporsho korte mon chae,

sopno tumiki ajo acho amar bhalobashe?

theke asha rakhbo!

theko tumi noeto harabo kotha jani na!!!

bhalo theko!!!

Ekla Mon....

aj hotash kichu okkhore nie takie dekhi oi akasher paane....
neel ronge kichu bhasa ache ki....
bole dae nirmol ek chonder kobita ja bujheo maante pari na....
jibon ki etotae nirmol....jodi bhabi tahole hoeto ba tae.....
fire ese nijer ei andhokar khope...abar prosno kori ei nistobdho ta k......
keno eto shanto, nistobdho ei charipass....??...
uttar nei kothao..
kichu ki nei, naki harie geche..?naki ami ondho..?
k uttar debe...akasher nirmol uttar o to paina ekhane...bondho charipashh..

kash fuler halka dola
neel pakhir daak
anmone gun gun gaan er sur
chena achena gondho

.............pabo hoetoba amar prosner uttar..............

We take birth from Soil…

I was chained down with intrinsic feeling of a compassionate pain for all my alike. They feel, they cry…they often overdo the crime of love, only to get back some more unexplained pain. Are we not destined to be understood or at the least be cared? Yes I do learn a lot from the past days..and its only about the gloomy dark room, filled with tears and ache deep within. Could you hold me up for the sunshine….for the dream I dreamt with unknown reality. My birth was destined…my fate was destined…then why not my expectations..?…Why were they left voluntary to bleed and bleed in the dark wine color…The color that binds a woman to a man …for an endless journey of pain and disgust…!! Should we still follow this destiny? We take birth from Soil… “tumhi se janmoo to shayad panah mile..!!”

jege achi ki...??

sontrash aj jonmeche bohu juger aborjonae.....
sunno theke mrittika hoe baspe misrito sontrash...
sorbojuger atonko aj jonmeche ei juuge.....
gorje utheche akash batash....RDX er gondhe...
ki holo desher...ki holo jon er....ki holo sei bahu bhason er...? a
j mullo heen sei jon ....je jone goreche....somaj...goreche unnoyonsheel ei bharatborsho...
aj jogan di amra sudhu gormeel e kichu vote, kichu neta....ar beyaani kichu ayeen...

jege achi ki...??

The alphabets with broken-wings are crying on the stairs....
at my touch they shrivel, crumble and shrink.
They slither down and break into fragments.....
at the bottom of the flight lovingly I lift their chin and give a look at their pale faces....
but they wail louder...
Soon they shut my door and slip out from everywhere
twisting and turning and forming the characters of fairy tales
knowing my childhood and breaking stories dear to me..

Their ink dripping on my hands I sit here helpless ....
holding the letters of my mind
a prisoner of my own words.....my own mind

Benaras

Andhokarachacchonno ek golir bhetor pa rekhecho ki? Benaras er sei khudro oli golir modhe anek kahini pabe...surute kono raja, rajrar ba sese kono gorib jatrir kahini...pithosthan e..bohu mormokahini nie chitrolekha porechi....dekhini kono chitro pot....tumi enkecho sei rongeen benaras er arale....kalo choper ek guccho jibon??
...saririk anagonae alokojjhol kichu bunglow...tate nishidin.....chole ek adbhoot banijjo....antor er antorikota shotocchinno kore gore othe ei byapsha....tao jeno ek adbhuut pariparshik ei Hindu pithosthan er....
sundarchondomoye ek cholonto jibon gangar dhare......jibikar sondhane taare kete jawa bohu jibon...amar e moton ek mey, gore othe nari hoe....tarpor se ek maa.........o tader bisleshon heen jibon............parbe ankte sei chitopot...??

O mon...........

O mon...........dhowae dhowae chayae chayae...ki chae..

pae sunnota ei mon...

abantar lekha kata tarer berae jae chitke....

patae patae sajano sobuj eo khoje ei mon.....

udaseenotae bheja ei mon......

kono polker chowae...kono chanoneer arane...ki chae...

pae sunnota ei mon...

sei dolnata fire ase mone gulmohor er daale....

lota patae sajano sotejota khoje ei mon.....

udaseenotae bheja ei mon......

O mon...........dhowae dhowae chayae chayae...ki chae..

amar eetikotha

amar eetikotha bishod theke suru..bishod e ses..
kichu bheja kaali te lekha sharmormo bises..
ekdin sagor panne bose baalite likhchilam..nijer naam..
maa babar adore dewa sei nam..dheu ese muche dilo..
hoetoba jibon gore debe amar onno arek naam..
na jana bhobissoter dike bere i aami...
hoeto ba somoe er agei ami sonchoyeeta....apritikor abhigottar

sagor pare...roj bikele bosi..balite kichu aanki buki tene uthe pora...
aj bikele....ekta khata fele esechi...bhese geche bodhoe...
gobhir joler taane niye jabe...amar monon kotha....
kichu sopne apluto hoe...athoba kichu kanna bheja chokhe...
tomar nona jol sagor ke dilam.... amar eetikotha..........

Santiniketan

‘I shall be born in India again and again. With all her poverty, misery, and wretchedness, I love India best.’

Rabindranath Tagore

Santiniketan is a small town near Bolpur in the Birbhum district of West Bengal. This place was founded by Rabindranath Tagore's father Devendranath tagore. This 'abode of peace' lies approximately 180 kilometres north of Kolkata and can be reached by several train and bus services within 3-4 hours. Maharshi Debendranath, father of Rabindranath Tagore, founded an ‘Ashram’ here in 1863. Almost 40 years later, Rabindranath started an open-air school at Shantiniketan that gradually developed into an international university named Visva Bharati where the cultures of the East and the West may meet in common fellowship and thereby strengthen the fundamental condition of world peace.However, this tranquil outskirt have become a global tourist location, other than being a university campus.

There are a Museum- Vichittra and Art Gallery- Nandan. Within the Uttarayana complex, there are five houses of the Tagores- Udayana, Konarka, Shamali, Punassha and Udichi. Besides, Chhatimala, Upasana Mandir, and Shantiniketan Bari are some of the oldest sanctums.Shantiniketan is famous for its various festivals, marking the changing seasons. The major festivals are Poush Mela (December), Maghotsab (February), Basanta Utsab (March), Varsha Mangal (July-August), Sharodutsab (Oct-Nov). Millions of people come to Santiniketan during these festivals from all over the world.

Other than touring the town limits of Santiniketan, excursions from Santiniketan have also become a common desire of the tourists. Nearby places like Kankalitala (9km), Deer Park (4 km), Joydev-Kenduli (30 km), Nonoor (18 km), Saintha- Nandesawari (44 km), Lavpur-Fullara (30 km), Tarapith (88 km), Nalhati (100 km) and Massanjore (75km) lie at a convenient distance from Santiketan; suitable for a weekend's vacation.

The best time to visit santiniketan is from October to March. There are sveral hotels and lodges available within the town premisces at affordable rates. Internal transportation is catered to by a "rickshaw association' and private cars. Long distance buses reach to the nearby places of tourist interest. Two 'must see ' attractions of Santiniketan is the natural beauty of Kopai and Sonajhuri. This place have been like a magnet for me since years and this can be said undoubtedly that Santiniketan is the unmatched spot for peace lovers and cultural minds.

I can see the future..

I come closer to the future with every passing day
I was close to past yesterday…
I am happier today..leaving it behind

The highway of the future lies in each break of a day
I enclose my future with every approaching moment with my own decisions

I encounter my future everytime I dream and all the diligent steps I take
Make up my future and plans for the future

Though I made my past…I repent…and I relish moments that are close to my heart
Today I face the future, knowing it won't last.
I try not to depend on my future…I know …its blind
Future is vague and ephemeral …while my present is fleeting…

In spite of thousand thoughts around…I believe
'you'll live well in the future
if the present is well lived '

Kolkata Summers.......

The scorching summer has brought Kolkata into a sluggish halt, though the vehicles are running, transactions are on the way and life is on its usual roll; the city is seething. The natives away from Kolkata may be relieved to know that they are away from 40 degree C on an average. No sign of rain or storm is getting our expectations into a dipping down curve with every passing day. Heat strokes, dehydration, low pressure and nausea have become the basic and expected news of the season. Although doctors are prescribing all the necessary do’s and dont’s , nothing can redeem the irritating summers of Kolkata into anything that can be called pleasant. But, truly sunlight and sun is an integral part of our lives, nevertheless we cannot disagree with the beauty of light and shadow play forms around us…amidst the strong summers –both scorching and balming..

What can be the colors of life?

What can be the colors of life?...distinguished or blurred..
with my vision of deepest thoghts on the world of activities around
the gloomiest day can be called the brightest with my imgination unbound....
Can black symbolize endless strife...
or a subdued mystery about to reveal the spectrum..
Red shall speak of the color my heart has...
my love..my soul and my passion ablazzed..
Where the gentle cupid strikes with his tameless dart...
The sky shows me blue or maybe gray..
The snowy clouds with mjoisture within and grayish tint that rain can bring.... Colors show how life can change day by day...
Yellow in sunlight & orange for spring flowers
I bask in warm caressing of the sunbeam... hour upon hour..
The green emerald sea or the torquoise oceans.. have jewels hidden in unlimited portions..
White brings peace of mind and tranquility.
My dream angels fly around with wings of white.. cheering me of a day...lucky and bright...
The bright colors of my wing lift me off my feet to an ageless flight... arising a new query again..
What can be the colors of life?

Kolkata comes alive

Warmer days & longer nights

Make me nostalgic of my favorite sounds.

The buzzing of a lawn machine,

The kettle whistling for the morning tea and beverages

The sound of children's laughter from the neighborhood…

Filling the air as they played at the outdoors

Cricket, skipping and funny rounders ….just to name a few

The clip clopping of horses tongas….

Kolkata comes alive…………………………………………………………..

The milk man’s cycle calling to deliver his packets…

The bells ring at the temple with hurried worshippers from corners of the city…

Ganges flow by at its own pace…tired and resolved

Corporates hurrying down the steps, planning management chores..

While business fellows dot down their pens for new schemes….

The sound of the automobile’s horn to herald

Kolkata comes alive…………………………………………………………..

Women gossiping as they clean the doorstep

Sometimes a recipe sometimes a joke,

Men whistling as they hurry for buses and trams…..

Sad enough to agree that sounds have changed what we heard before……..

Because of progress… time have changed

But memories stay back…memories of Kolkata coming alive

When my heart craves…

How can I control the uncontrollable?

How can I understand the intricacies of understanding?

How can love move away when love stands so strong?

I often asks these questions to myself when my heart craves.

A heart that craves to be touched…by my soul mate

Loved…touched

Seen…felt

Wanted……conquered

And craved once again in return…for a lifetime

My heart craves your love…attention and satisfaction

At every instance…at every glimpse

The only contentment that can satisfy my every need…is your smile

My heart craves for you to fill me with you…

I can still feel your kisses

I can still see your eyes …though affairs have kept you away from me

I still crave to be next to you

Forbidden love or ignorant desire…whatever you may call..

My heart still wants and needs you…

At every instance…at every glimpse

No matter how much I feel to let you go… because

Nothing matters……………..

When my heart craves…

Some unknown facts to startle you..........

• More money is spent on gardening than on any other hobby!
• Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin!
• The average person laughs 13 times a day!
• Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.
• Dogs can hear sounds that you cant!
• Men are 6 times more likely to be struck by lightning than women!
• Of all the words in the English language, the word set has the most definitions!
• The worlds oldest piece of chewing gum is over 9000 years old!
• The dot over the letter "i" is called a tittle.
• Rubber bands last longer in refrigerator.
• The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley’s gum.
• Chocolates can kill dogs.
• The thumb nail grows the slowest and the middle nail the fastest.
• It’s impossible to sneeze with eyes open.
• Traffic lights were used even before the invention of cars.
• Pregnant women tend to eat more if they carry a baby boy.
• The real name of Albert Brook is Albert Einstein
• A group of owls is called a parliament.
• The diamond is the only gem composed of a single element.
• More people die playing golf than any other sport, the leading cause of death is heart attacks and strokes.
• The most popular reason for not voting in elections, according to the U.S. Census, was "Too busy."
• Cows can climb upstairs but not downstairs.
• A rat can last longer without water than a camel.
• Cats have a third eyelid, called a haw, which is rarely visible. If it is visible it could be an indication of ill health.
• Crocodile sheds tear while eating.
• The snake that is responsible for the most human deaths is the saw-scaled or carpet viper which resides from West Africa to India.
• The sky is shrinking and has been doing so for the past 40 years, scientists have discovered. About five miles of sky have been lost since 1958, and that figure may double over the next century. Researchers studying the Earth's upper atmosphere, 56 miles up, said the contraction is probably a result of the greenhouse effect.
• 40,000 people die each year, worldwide, from snake bites.

CHOCOLATE BURFI

You will need:
maida - 1 cup sugar 2 cups ghee - 1 cup milk - 1 cup milk powder - 4 tablespoons cocoa powder - 2 tablespoons finely chopped cashew, almods, pista, raisins put together 1/2 cup

How to make it:

Place a thick kadai on the heat.To this directly add all ingredients i.e., maida, sugar, milk,milk powder, cocoa powder and ghee and mix well together.

Keep stirring continuously for around 18 to 20 minutes when the mixture starts leaving the sides.

It forms into a thick round mould by about 20 minutes time and you start getting a good aroma.

Now add the chopped nuts and raisins and mix well. Remove from heat and pour on a greased plate and cut into desires shapes.

Allow to cool and it forms into burfi shapes.This is instant and can be done withint 25 minutes time.