First anniversary of "Tour de South"

I wish you all the tour members on this 1st anniversary of our most precious days of our life i.e.. "Tour de South".

DIARY PAGE(2).......stumbled

last leaf.....not published here due to the 'LOC' factor in LOC....
'LOC' for 'lack of concern'.....u'll get the ultimate page on my orkut community....
c u there, bye guys.

STRUGGLE

We are not here to play, to dream, to drift.
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle, 'ts God's gift.

If in the fulfilling of the law,
I am broken, bruised and bent,
I must know, it is best so,
And be content and be content.

If i cry out for fellowship
A comrade's voice, a comrade's grip,
A hand to hold me when i slip,
An ear to heed my groan !
Renew that hour's dark ecstasy,
When all Thy waves went over me,
And thou and I, with none to see,
Were joined in fight alone.
If i demand a sheltered space
Set for me in the battle-place,
Where I at times could turn my face
A screened and welcome guest;
Decree my soul should henceforth cease
From its wild hankering after peace,
And rest in that which gives release
From the desires of rest.


Whatever is being written here are the personal views of the author him/her self and are subjected to agreement or disagreement.
And a request to all members, Please write for this Blog Space, Share your views !!

I am what I am !!

Couldn't tell you everything even if I wrote an epic, yet everything if I uttered just one sentence.
I believe in face to face conversations rather than over the phone or worse still thru e-mails. 
I believe there's more to this world than the earthly pursuit of happiness or money. 
I believe to attain humility is the highest stage of hypocracy. 
I believe pride is essential to life. 
I believe there's no heaven or hell except the one we're in and know all too well. That true love is an illusion. 
That religion is the root of all evil today. 
That if you're not willing to die for something, your life is not worth living. 
That chaos and creation take place simultaneously in every backyard. That this space is the only outlet for the pent up frustration in wannabies such as you and I. 
That knowledge is endless but wisdom is greater. 
That contemporary pop is fit only for lesser developed humans. 
That politics is the only honest profession cuz no one fucks around claiming to be a saint. 
That sooner or later everyone burns out, but what matters is the flame that once was. Here's to that flame.

I am what I am !!

DiaRY(2) continues...

I looked up and....'WOW!'
"is that a shooting star?", somebody unremarkable guessed..

well, late this night I am upstairs, upstairs on the block roof, siting silently, alone, gazing the star-studded beauty, reinventing luminosity every second...some dark corner unobserved to...it looks like every detail is a creation in itself..has its own significance. Lips murmuring, fingers pointing, back lounging still..i found myself calculating unmindfully, feeling silly yet doing something irrelevant to me, to anyone, discovering the orions and nevula of early winter fall...booming with preen and success of the same. I felt a chill running through my spine...even though I am well-rigged, garnished by my fur-necked 'ruggers' woolen jacket, promising me to sit laxed, undeviant ...but the wind is soaring high, it is real cold..i stood up.

"damn! what the f*** man..this bloddy loadsheading in NERIST is on its peak nowadays", his voice broke the silence embracing me, shattered my perpetuated nature fondness..i prepared to leave...i looked around and then.....

lights off, the atmosphere appear hazy, the creamy touch of the wind, the gloomyness of the way-off straight laden soiled blockway, every blurred detalis, reminded me, reconstructing the same left-over dream, filling the same notions, springing the unfulfilled vision.....I REMEMBERED MY DREAM!!


....year 2030.....miss Catherine Green....and my name....some....Douglas?


the words ring deep down my conscience...accepting the conceived contradictions, but a still majority kneeling it to absurdness and irrationality.

“Dreams are the answers to questions that we haven't yet figured out how to ask.”

“Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.”

in terms of psychology,"dreams are the conscious reality of the unconcious mind."

i sat down again perplexed, eyes fixed, heart temptating, mind swaying apart running through severe skepticism...i sat for full 10 minutes...emotionally drawn, speechless...
"so, dat's what i want from life?"
"so, i am mentally dawned to lose my nationality, my culture, my religion(though i am agnostic), my pride, my essence...my NAME in need, in future...dat's what i will do?"
"does being an Indian mean nothing to me even after my brought-up here since birth?"
"what if..."
"and......."


...oh, there are so many of them.....

.....i looked for answers,defending myself over myself..the questions keep springing up.

q1:why should I not feel like an Indian even though am one of them??

----sounds really simple, simpler the reasons..
why should anyone want to be in India? already 102 crore plus, difficult to get noticed, swinging jobs, witty, dirty politics, delayed, uncustomised law and order, populous poverty, unsystemised megacities and as if its not already too much, now the added curse: a hub of global terrorism...

q2:excuse me,every coin has two faces...you are missing the good phases..remember, India is secular, democratic and sovereign, it is not an ally,its independent and follows global norms, treaties of mutual benefit and cooperation...what do you say to that?
----regarding your 'unity in diversity'agenda...i'll start with the north-east only.In Assam,ULFA and NDFB of boro tribes, Manipur's Peoples Liberation Army, UNLF & PREPAK, Nagaland has NSCN-IM and NSCN-K. National Liberation Front of Tripura, All Tripura Tiger Force insurging Tripura, Meghalaya's ANVC, HNLC & Mizoram has Hmar People's Convention-Democracy,HPC(D) and BNLF. They want a country of their own,,,the arunachalis considering themselves as the left-over china, nagas commemorate their seperate independence day, meghalaya following the wastern culture to the limit possible, south India considering themselves way off, aloof from the rest. MNS, Bajrang Dal, RSS..dividing the nation on bases new found...and you talk about treaties?...the entire nation bisected for a single nuclear deal!!
...***...end of part 3/4...***...

mY diaRy pAge(2)...

"OK,Mr.Denise Douglas,you had a long journey to get to here,tell us more about it."
(oh! forgot to mention you....I changed my name...am not Debabrata anymore.....but kept my initials DD...I mean, I adopted Christianity.)

"thank you...Miss. Green..I must say you are looking great(laughs) and a very good afternoon to all the viewers out here..it has been a pleasure to be a part of the "PEOPLE"...yeah,i worked really hard, put on innovation, surveyed what best suites our customers since back in 2015 when I arrived US from India and joined my first firm as a marketing executive at a Wal-Mart subsidiary store..it just carried on from there....it's simply.a dream come true"


"OK,you are probably the next style-icon, the passion driving Americans crazy...so tell us about your choices"
"starting with literature....i read a lot of Mario Puzo..specially "godfather"...i fell in love with it and in classics,i think mark twain did a great job. i like Spielberg movies and 'battleship Potemkin' is really a masterpiece, i think."

"tell us more about your wardrobe collections"
"its listless,come on"
"our viewers are your fan,for them....if you can....just line up a few...i think you can do that...i am a personal fan of your work,i admit to that"
"thank you for that....ok......then,let me tell you some chords that always strike hard on me, my favorite wardrobe is a 'Armani versace', 'Christine Dior' or a 'Louis Vuitton'. a 'versace' tuxedo is an all time favorite...'new york' pants, shoes from 'lee cooper',London, sunglasses from 'Chanel' are a few of my chosen ones......you know, it's hard to be a style icon"

"let's come to the lighter part of you, you work throughout the year...where do you like to spend your holidays anyway?"
"well, well, well....my favorite city would be London, fleet street and i have my personal holiday consultant 'Conde Nast' which is a french-based company"

"we heard a lot about you being choosy in your dinner table...can you let me know your personal favorite list just?"
"ok....if you go to my shelf, you will find all the essence of Chinese, Italian top classes...i like lasagna, basically its Italian flavored essentially with the essence of acorn and almonds"

"it's my favorite too..ok,Mr. Douglas, tell us something about Indian....you are of Indian origin, i heard about"
"well,India is great....India.......India is a great country...well,don't stress it now, i am an American now and that's what really matters"





.....suddenly, it turned black...
i had nothing to say.

the mesmerizing flavor of the serene air gone, the atmosphere turning gloomy, i could feel my cheeks getting warmer...Miss Green evanesced somewhere amid all this...i opened my eyes.

"gosh, it was a dream?"

the splintering sunlight plunged into my face, the winter wind gentle on my hair...aligning it sideways...forcing me to close the shutter...wake up, sit still, yawning, hibernate for a while.

my sis marched over to my pillow side, handled me the bedroom tea, dressing the coir and blankets back to place.
"bro, you woke up so early...it's not even six...anyway, good morning bro"
"good morning, its sunny already dear."

....**** part 2/4 ends****....

DIARY PAGE(2)...

[this following blog is a formulated personal diary page format. for the writer,the symbology relates to the intimacy of ones' thoughts,expression of substantial ideas and putting them down in a written space. from the readers,the writer just expects a reciprocation and understanding of themselves and understanding through him.]


31 Oct' 08
Friday
10.45 pm
Sometimes, its better to think less.
Sometimes,its better to make yourself on the safe side, be on the optimist part of "you"....the part of you everybody knows about, talk about.
Sometimes, i should not care about these things.

Maybe something about the sometimes is "sometimes somewhere true".......but what about when that something comes over to you, again and again, questions about "you"...questions WHO I AM and WHAT I SHOULD DO...QUESTIONS ABOUT MY WHOLE EXISTENCE...MY ENTIRE PRESENCE..my purpose of THIS LIFE!!

year 2030
Dec 24
7.30 in the evening.
Christmas eve.
Time Warner studios.New York,USA.

The film rolls and "action".
I sat cross-legged, plunging backward down the laxed upholstered couch, cigars lined up along the fathomed,much adorned cigar-box cedar especially 4 me. I could see the focused young white fellow man-handling the six Sony cinematography cameras lined up inclined side-by side for a better view, the lightening instrumentals, the soothing aroma, sizzling freshener, bulged up luminosity...and....the much fancied Miss Catherine Green was by my side, gazing at me. I must say she was looking amazing, glamorous. but after all, I was the star of the night.
Two pieces of "PEOPLE" lay by my side, cornering the see-through glass piece, also comprising of lavender vase, blue Chinese terracotta vessel adding to the beauty of the show...
I have been chosen the "fashion icon of the 'Christmas issue' edition" of the 'PEOPLE' magazine...the 'Washington post' addressing me as the 'person of the year'. I was famous.
The set, the stage was simply perfect.

"OK,Mr.Denise Douglas,you had a long journey to get to here,tell us more about it."
(oh! forgot to mention you....i changed my name...am not Debabrata anymore.....but kept my initials DD...I mean, I adopted Christianity.)

....end of part 1/4...

’maybe someday’?

I remember I was in diploma final year when I read this…
If you had to look back on your life what would you remember?
The promotion?
The performance bonus?
The plaque in the conference room?
It doesn’t take supreme intelligence to know what really matters.
And yet, you do little besides look in the distance and sigh.
Wouldn’t it be tragic to realize too late that you didn’t see the trap, that you didn’t recognize the two words that are the biggest curse of humanity…’maybe someday’?

“One touch, one glance, can change a whole life.”

“He looked just like an ordinary man, with nothing remarkable about Him. He used the simplest language, and I thought, ‘Can this man be a great teacher?’ I crept near him and asked him the questions which I had been asking others all my life. ‘Do you believe in God, Sir?’ ‘Yes’. ‘How can you?’ ‘Because I see Him just as I see you here, only in a much more intense sense.’ That impressed me at once. For the first time I found a person who dared to say that he saw God, that religion was a reality, to be felt, to be sensed in an infinitely more intense way than we can sense the world. I began to go to that man, day after day, and I actually saw that religion could be given. One touch, one glance, can change a whole life.”

-Swami Vivekananda about his guru, Sri Ramakrishna Paramhansa

ye final year itna glucose chusega...pata nai tha...

Guyz itz high time now...Kuch karte hein yaar...(HULK ke voice mein)...ek puja hi sahi...shayad kaam kar jaye...

Happy Diwali

Happy Deepawali to all and also in advance Happy New Year!!

- saurav

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TREASURE HUNT - SONABYSS 2k8

Suarav says on behalf of "my friend",

Now i am free to believe

as someone has come

to teach me how to live.

I am free to observe

objects from a new angle

and now I' ve

time to listen to those "invisible words"

So go and give a try,

Find out , Why I cried?

As I go and live life.

But from where to start and why ...

I dont know....

one of my oldest pieces in NERIST !!

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Let us do a GANDHI....

pranam gandhiji.
regrets for you felt hurt on the choice of my words.but sir i never blamed you.i never questioned your dreams, i never questioned your fundamentals,your teachings.may be sir i sounded like a pessimist in my last letter, but i needed to share my frustration with someone.i needed the strength, the words of inspiration from a man who stood for non-violence,truth all his life and even in his death.you said it right that i have withstood the tornadoes,the torpedoes,the onslaugth of the invaders from time infinitum and i have it in me to survive,to prosper and to grow.
i do hope that i give you a better bharat on your next birthday..
always in need of your ever so encouraging words...
yours truly,
bharat@gandhi's people.com

To Bharat,,

P.s. gandhiji recieves thousands of letters everyday , but due to the norms laid down in heaven , he has ceased to reply one and all.Considering the fact that bharat took time to write to him,He seeked special permission to reply to your letter.Unfortunately though, i(personal secretary to gandhiji in heaven) was asked to coin a suitable reply and hence.

Gandhiji felt extremely sad on hearing your pathetic status.But the fact that worsened his sadness was the pessimism on your part. History has been evident, that not once or twice but time infinitum, you stood witness to strife, conflict,hunger,communalism, division, patrtition.And always, it was you who led your people through this to a brighter and prosperous world.
gandhiji , for last 50 years or so, never bothered to write to anyone down there,for his unshakeable belief in you.He always believed that the heavenly beings would keep putting "you" to tests as they had been.If you remember not so long ago,what went over your soil during partition, it would give you the requisite strength.The whole world denied you a chance to exist but you did and you continue to do so and you would.
Sir,Gandhiji feels you have taken a bet from present politicians in writting the stated letter.You have tried to forego your responsibility by laying the blame on gandhiji and his people.Gandhiji feels extreme dejection on usage of such words.He intends to ask, whether you have forgotten that gandhi and all his people are your sons and daughters. He requests you to please remember that you are none other than "bharat".The land which was originator of knowledge in form of vedas,the land which taught the world universal acceptance and tolerance,The land which laid down unshakeable pillars of secularism amidst communal strife.
In his own words,"My friend,My Inspiration please empower your fairheaded sons and daughters to fight against your own evil headed sons.Again,everyone has to fight the evil and not the imbibers of evil"
He appeals to one and all, to be rational and tolerant.
Expecting a better birthday present next time.

your's truly
MK Gandhi
(Through himself and his secretary.)






Whatever is being written here are the personal views of gandhiji and are subjected to agreement or disagreement.

part 3/3.....
In my home,i discover my ping-pong table,my cricket bat just to add some sweat,a daily stadium round up, finishing 50 pages of novel a day, visiting new places i lost interests before,and let me tell you...I REALLY ENJOY MY LIFE NOW....
yeah,how I feel what we can do for ourselves,or here I can do for myself.In one years' span ahead,I'll enter a cycle of business,readyness,unwillingness yet compassioning an unintentional fondness.....I need to adjust then,put these(present) thoughts to a halt,slide it aside,call it a 'crap,non-sensical,improvident thinking'.Now that's a year ahead I talked about....lets' come to now.
In the past few months,i relished these trendy manners; the sudden adventure of something 'new'; the satisfaction in trying something you never did before; or boring into life some moments you enjoyed,may be rooted in the past; the need of accountancy,the value of distributed time; the need to look around me,feel what I see and most importantly,keeping a record intact,on this diary page.....
I am not a profound writer,an eminent philosopher or someone one really hear about,care about....resembling a tiny speck,a diminutive seed whose possibilities stretch boundless...yet I owe a value to myself,a value undefined,undiscovered.....somewhat,like what our little earth belongs to the eternity outside,the colossal universe we feel so great to be a part of it.My point is,I am significant and I feel what appies for me applies for all of us.
"live life,don't just survive it","make your own directions',follow your own way" is my prima-facie.I felt it,I steered myself and I changed,changed myself to my needs. It's all about ME,the insight of someone speaking through ME,my inner ME......for somebody who care to bypass this far.....my final words.....
In life,possibilities are endless,it's not everyday you remain happy--sometimes you don't bother,sometimes you don't have time to bother.For the former,just think about it,just find the "why" and you'll find your way out if not the way I found myself,just move around some air to think about yourself,think about someone who cared for you,someone who you care and blending up the missing moments...and I guess you'll never be the same again....just give it a thought,just think about it...For the latter,I haven't gone through it....it lay there in front of me...undispensed,unexperienced.

Its 10:55,my 'flyhorse' gleaming...official sleeping shift...my celluloid page moulding frost already......the clock tickling,the flickering distant lights across that runaway farm,the autumn echoing sirens,slowing traffic,glimmering overhead....all catch my eyes as i take a nightstroll and gradually the last two hours move into 'the forbidden past'.....a part of my life that helped me understand me,yet someway never getting a place in my 'day tomorrow'...the 'busy tomorrow'....never asking "why?"!!!!!

....post culminated.....end of the night.......

Happy Durga Puja

Vijayadashami (Kannada: ವಿಜಯದಶಮಿ, Telugu: విజయదశమి Hindi: विजयदशमी, Marathi: विजयादशमी), also known as Dussehra (Kannada: ದಸರ, Telugu: దసరా, Tamil: விஜயதசமி, Hindi: दशहरा, Urdu: دشھرہ, Marathi: दसरा) and Dashain (in Nepali), is a festival celebrated in varying forms across Nepal and India. It is celebrated on the tenth day of the bright fortnight (Shukla Paksha) of the Hindu autumn month of Ashvin or Ashwayuja, and is the grand culmination of the 10-day annual Navratri (Sanskrit: नवरात्रि, nine nights) festival.
The underlying tradition and mode of celebration vary vastly by region. However, all festivities celebrate the victory of the forces of Good over Evil. It is considered an auspicious day to begin new ventures in life. It is the largest festival of Nepal, and celebrated by Hindu and non-Hindu Nepalis alike.

.........part 2/3......
i am twenty-one,old enough to understand the value of a single day,every single passing minute and the aspirations,the utility of coming tomorrow yet to shower on me.....and yet i follow the same rules,the same guidelines,the prompted fundamentals which was set for me....never ever looking back,never ever asking myself "why?"
Well,the page is not a trendsettler,neither a scrupolous dissatisfaction...it's a revolutionary momentum about how i look at my life....just a little trendy way of looking whats' in and whats' out,whats' done and whats' need to be done,whats' missing and how to settle it,again never asking "why?" because sometimes it doesn't matter....
let me see why it even occured to me to even write something like this....may be life's dragging me like never before-----scheduled daily routine, the missing randomness, messy deadlines, fucked up surprises,overtly studies,sickly-silly-romantic or friendly ties.......what the f***!!!



it took me a while to study myself,my dissatisfaction,my needs,my business,my self contentedness.....and i felt 'I NEED TO CHANGE SOMETHING'...and i have!!
let me rewind my accomplishments.....

i kept myself busy all times,planned each day ahead, gave myself some air moving around, gave time to myself(thinking about what am doing now), yet find time for my sweetheart, learn and remorse about how someone whose dark, helpful,aspirant and delicate imprints today leaves no mark tomorrow, like he stands a worth "worthless"....anyway,leave it...
i found pleasure in doing something i never did before...singing loud on myself,pouring myself to gossips and new frendlies, stuffing full plate meals, endeavouring a sleek,round physical buildup,exercising 1*7 a week....
In my home,i discover my ping-pong table,my cricket bat just to add some sweat,a daily stadium round up, finishing 50 pages of novel a day, visiting new places i lost interests before,and let me tell you...I REALLY ENJOY MY LIFE NOW....
.....end of part 2/3.....

Food Crisis......

It has been said that “Food is God”…whether we say that we live to eat or eat to live…just the two words are inseparable. No one is going to hang us for wasting food but does that mean we have a right to misuse the most expensive gift of God?? As a car is of no use without petrol the same way…Food is fuel to life…if there is no fuel life is just a mere imagination…we as humans are enough sensitive to the outer world but some times we need a starter, a reminder to do something. We all know how many people are under poverty line, many people die due to lack of food, many people don’t even get a bite of hygienic food still when we waste food all these points goes to unconsciou

s mind which lead to wastage of food, which could be a life to someone. And here that reminder is necessary which tells us food is life and we should use it with special care. Wasting of food means hurting the life of someone else.

So feel grateful for what you have today… and promise yourself…”I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be.”

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Dear pals,
Nerist se saphaltapurbak dum hilake bhagne ki badhai....wish all of u ,a happy Durga Puja ........
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