Universal Respect

All people have different status in life, I don’t believe that one person’s integrity is worth more than the others. I hope that we can start to respect each other. – Ip Man


O Rain clouds of foriegn skies

Phirse aaiyo badra bidesi tere pankhon pey moti jadungi
O rain clouds of the foreign skies, please come again this way.
I will decorate your wings with precious pearls.

Bharke jaaiyo hamari talaiyya mein talaiyya kinare milungi
tujhe mere kale kamli vale kesu.
Come and fill up my lake with water. I will wait for you by the lake,
May you be as dark and soft as my flowing locks.

Tere jane ki rut mey jaanti hu mudh ke aane ki reet hai ki nahi
kale darga se poochungi jaake tere man mey bhi preeth hai ke nahi
kachchi puliya se hoke gujariyo kachchi puliya kinare milungi
Phirse aaiyo badra bidesi tere pankhon pey moti jadungi
tujhe mere kale kamli vale ki saundh.
I am familiar with the season when you go away.
But do you ever follow the custom of turning back?
I will ask the old tombs of the saints whether you harbor love in your heart.
Take the road by the wooden bridge, I will be waiting for you there. 

Tu jo ruk jaaye meri atariya main atariya pey jhaalar lagadoo
daaloo char taaveez gale mey apne kaajal se bindiya lagaadoo
chhuke jaaiyo hamari bageechey mein peepal ke aadhe milungi
Phirse aaiyo badra bidesi tere pankhon pey moti jadungi
If you stop by my window, I will put strips of sparkling decoration on my window.
I will put four talisman around your neck and put a spot on your forehead with my own kajaal(eye makeup) for your protection.
Caress my garden as you go by, I will watch you from behind the cover of the peepal tree.

Lyrics by Gulzar, song by Asha Bhonsle

How will it end ?

With the recent suicides of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain, the question arises if this is becoming a trend among successful people or human society as a whole? When people are struggling to prove themselves, the above-mentioned celebrities are successful role models in their own capacity. With Net Worth amounting to 200 million and 16 million dollars respectively, they are among the top 1% wealthy people in the United States of America. For some reason, not clear to me, they concluded that their lives were not worthy enough. What could be that reason?

A small unassuming, may be even unimportant question, clings as a shadow to this bigger question. Meek words form in wonder an idea that is not well-addressed by society. “Have we moved away from the essence of life ?” “Are we measuring our worth the right way?”

A lot of people are feeling sad in the wake of these unfortunate events. Is drowning ourselves in sorrow the right reaction? Is this the way to bring to light how much society hopereally cares? Would this be the new way to get fame and attention? Is this the way to end?


I am just going to let me emotions go wild…

It is special bond that we have with our grandparents. When I remeber the loving moments shared and the enchanting stories they had related, it still makes my heart dance with joy. My grand mother often told me stories of the big house in Akhalia where my grandfather and his elder brother’s family stayed together long long ago.

They had a cowshed that had a glass basin draining the cow urine to fertilize the cauliflower patches in the huge vegetable garden, adjacent to the house. Several dozen servents worked at the house, which was built on 25 acres of land.

A few miles from their house, was situated a furniture factory called “Joytara Woodworks” that they owned. There was story of an enchanting boat ride on a moonlit night from the wood factory to their house over a canal from one of the tributaries of the Surma River.

Growing up in Kolkata, when I heard these stories, I was transported to a land of magic. I often wondered what is actually looks like today.

Last month, when a friend asked me where my paternal home was, I was not able to provide a concrete location of this magical place in the map. It bothered me so much that I decided to search out my roots.

Crazy winds – Rainy day

পাগলা হাওয়ার বাদল-দিনে
পাগল আমার মন জেগে ওঠে।।

Pagla hawar badal dine
Pagol amar mon jege othey
On a rainy day with crazy winds,
my whimsical mind wakes up from its slumber

চেনাশোনার কোন বাইরে যেখানে পথ নাই নাই রে
সেখানে অকারণে যায় ছুটে।।

Chenashonar kon baire, jekhane poth nai naire
Shekhane okarone jaye chhutey
Beyond the familiar corner, where there is no beaten path,
that is where she runs to, for no apparent reason.

ঘরের মুখে আর কি রে কোনো দিন সে যাবে ফিরে
যাবে না, যাবে না-
দেয়াল যত সব গেল টুটে।।
যাবে না, যাবে না…

Ghorer mukhe aar ki re, kono din shey jabey phire
jabe na , jabe na –
Deaal joto shob gelo tutey
jabe na, jabe na…
At this point, will she ever return, homeward?
Will not go, will not go –
All the walls have broken down.
Will not go, will not go..

বৃষ্টি-নেশা-ভরা সন্ধ্যাবেলা কোন বলরামের আমি চেলা
আমার স্বপ্ন ঘিরে নাচে মাতাল জুটে-
যত মাতাল জুটে।

Brishti-nesha-bhora sandhyabela kon balaramer ami chela
Amar swapno ghire nachey matal jutey-
Joto matal jutey.
On this rain-intoxicated evening,
wonder which demi-God she is devoted to.
Dancing drunkards circle around her dreams.

যা না চাইবার তাই আজি চাই গো,
যা না পাইবার তাই কোথা পাই গো।
পাব না, পাব না,
মরি অসম্ভবের পায়ে মাথা কুটে।।
পাব না, পাব না,

Ja na chaibar tai aaji chai go
Ja na paibar tai kotha pai go
Pabo na, pabo na,
Mori Ashambhaber paaye matha kute
Pabo na, pabo na..
It craves for things that should not be craved for
Where can she snatch away, what she was not meant for ?
Will not get, Will not get –
No matter how much she pleads with the Impossible.
Will not get, will not get

The song was later used in a (2006) Bengali movie Bong Connaction.


“If their encampment seems open to attack, then it is a trap ” – The Art of War

It is so easy to be tempted with “too good to be true” proposals. In-depth thinking , often, reveals the downside of the apparently lucky situations.

In another sense, any good situation by the material world standards, is essentially a trap for getting entangled in this sensory world.

Remind this word to your inner being, especially when all is well, from the outside!


Inner Battle

The fight is on…


Please for once do not judge —
Have you never felt confused?
Tortured with an inner grudge,
Shattered, beaten and bruised?

Yes, I am that imperfect fool!
Clinging to my fragile world
Grabbing for any broken tool
My dreamboat sails, unfurled

In my fight against the storm
I am battered but breathing
Questioning the accepted norm,
When easy paths lie waiting.

Moving on with my open wound
Taking a fresh gulp of life
Ready to escape when marooned
Into the scary depths, I dive.
Laying my cards on the table
Although I realize, I will die.
My values are non-negotiable,
Will live with a head held high.

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