Lesson #1

Sharing for a friend…


This is the first lesson to learn: be determined not to curse anything outside, not to lay the blame upon anyone outside, but stand up, lay the blame on yourself. You will find that is always true.  – Swami Vivekananda

When I chanced upon the above lines at a tender age of nineteen, I was devastated. I could neither accept the idea nor completely reject it.  How could I proceed towards the right if I was wrong? But I had a tremendous respect for Swami Vivekananda and had faith that there was some truth to it.

With time, I became a mother. What a mother knows, after her unique experience of childbirth is hard for a teenager to even imagine. It is challenging to explain those realities to an adolescent girl. Reasoning with my teenager, one day, it became clear to me that I have a lot of room to grow, in the area…

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Thoughts on Magic

Imagine… that is what creates magic!


I am sure everyone has seen some form of magic in their lifetime.
Is magic an impossible feat?
Magic appears to have broken all the natural laws. If it was really impossible then why are we discussing it? Magic is very much possible in the real world with real rules.

So what makes magic so extraordinary is probably just a mindset. The magician challenges the core assumptions in our mind. While the mind holds on tightly to these rules, what happens, in reality, seems impossible and amazing….

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Sometimes it rains,
pouring on the ground.
When the heart breaks,
it makes no sound.


No one ever hears
the murmur or crack.
Casual eyes do miss
this invisible attack.

Pent storm of emotions,
knows no bound.
When the heart breaks,
it makes no sound.

Shattered glasses reflect
scattered images of joy.
Who may then resurrect
life in the earthen toy?

Who reveals the way
to treasures, not found?
When the heart breaks
it makes no sound.

Narzulgeeti : Sure o Banir Mala

সুরেও বাণীর মালা দিয়ে তুমি আমারে ছুইয়াছিলে,
Sure o Banir mala diyey tumi amaray chhuiya chilay(2)
অনুরাগ কুমকুম দিলে দেহে মনে
Anuraag kumkum dilay dehey mone(2)
বুকে প্রেম কেন নাহি দিলে ।
Bukay prem keno nahin dilay…(2)
আমারে ছুইয়াছিলে,
amaray chhuiya chilay
When you had touched me with a garland of words and tune,
You poured crimson dust of passion over my body and mind
But why didn’t you fill my heart with love…. when you had touched me.
বাঁশি বাজাইয়া লুকালে তুমি কোথায়,
Banshi bajaiya lukalay tumi kothay?
যে ফুল ফোটালে সে ফুল শুকায়ে যায়
Je phul photalay se phul shukayey jai …. (2)
কি যেন হারায়ে প্রাণ করে হায় হায়,
Ki jeno harayey pran koray hai hai
কি যে চেয়ে ছিলে কেন কেড়ে নাহি নিলে ।
Ki je cheyechilay keno kere nahi nilay? …(2)
আমারে ছুইয়াছিলে,
amaray chhuiya chilay
Where did you hide after playing the flute?
The flower that blossomed because of you is now withering away
What have I lost that my heart cries out, unconsoled
Why did you not claim by force what you wanted….when you touched me.
জড়ায়ে ধরিয়া কেন ফিরে গেলে বল কোন অভিমানে.
Joraye dhariya keno phire gele bolo kon abhimane
কেন জাগে নাকো আর সেমাধুরী রস আনন্দ প্রানে
Keno jage nako aar se madhuri rosh anondo praney
তোমারে না বুঝে বুঝেছিনু আমি ভুল
Tomare na bujhe bujhinu ami bhul
এসেছিলে তুমি ফোটাতে প্রেম মুকুল
Eshechile tumi photate premo mukul
কেন আঘাত হানি প্রিয়তম
সে ভুল নাহি ভাঙ্গালে।
Keno aghat hani priyotamo(2)
shey bhul nahi bhangale
আমারে ছুইয়াছিলে,
amaray chhuiya chilay
After hugging me why did you turn away and leave?
Tell me what was your grievance against me
Why does that thrill of sweet romance never again arouse in my heart
I understand my mistake that I failed to understand you
You had come to nurture the bud of love to blossom
Why did you not strike me, oh my love
and destroy my misunderstanding …when you had touched me

Song link Sung by Pandit Ajoy Chakraborty

Durge durge durgati nashini

Shubho MahaAshtami. God bless everyone.


Durge durge durgati nashini

Mashishashurmardini jai Ma Durge

Devi durge jagatajanani , tumi Ma mongolokarini (2)

Durge durge (chorus)

Dashabhuja dashashatrashalini


Aditiya tumi Ananya (2)

Bhabani Ma dukhaharini..

Durge durge (chorus)

Shumbha Nishumbha

Danabadalani bhakti-mukti-dayini

Jagaproshobini mohajogini(2)

Chandike Ma Shivani

Durge durge(chorus)

Shatagune Mahasaraswati

Rajagune Mahalakmi rupini

Tamagune Ma Durga tumi(2)

Mahamaya go Shanatani..

Durge durge(chorus)

Video link:Durge durge durgoti nashini

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Story of Puranjana – I

Once upon a time,  lived a king named Purañjana, who was famous for his great deeds. He had a friend named Avijñata. No one could understand the activities of Avijñata.
King Purañjana had unlimited desires for sense enjoyment.

One day, Puranjana sets out on a journey to search for a suitable place, where all his desires could be fulfilled, leaving his dear friend. Thus he traveled all over the world to find a place to settle down.

After a great deal of traveling, he was getting starting to give up hope.
Finally, while wandering on the southern side of the Himalayas, he came to a city that had nine gates. It was surrounded by walls on all sides. Inside it, there were luxurious facilities. There were towers, mansions, canals, and pipelines. The houses were decorated with domes made of gold, silver, and iron. The floors were made of sapphire, crystal, diamonds, pearls, emeralds, and rubies. The luster of the houses in that city was comparable to the celestial town named Bhogavati. In that city, there were many assembly houses, street crossings, streets, restaurants, gambling houses, markets, resting places, flags, festoons and beautiful parks.

On the outskirts of that city was a lovely grove encircling a lake. Birds and bees were always chanting and humming in the trees. The trees surrounding the lake received moisture carried by the spring air that blew over the streams coming down from the snow-capped mountains. In such luscious and peaceful forest, the animals had become nonviolent and generous like great sages. Consequently, the animals did not attack anyone. Anyone passing by that path was invited by that atmosphere to take rest in that nice garden.

While wandering in that wonderful garden, King Purañjana suddenly noticed a young woman, taking a leisurely stroll. She was followed by ten servants. Each servant had many wives accompanying them. The young woman was protected on all sides by a five-hooded snake.

She looked at Puranjana with big eyes full of curiosity. He became attracted by the arched eyebrows and beautiful smiling face. Purañjana, the hero, was mesmerized by her beauty. Every part of her body was crafted with grace and perfection. Her nose, teeth, and forehead were exquisite. Her ears were equally beautiful and had dazzling earrings. Her long dark hair was flowing down her back. Her waist and hips were very shapely and sensuous. She was dressed in a yellow sari with a golden belt. As she walked, her anklets made a soft chiming sound.

While she walked shyly with a slow cadence, she tried to cover her round and full breasts, with the end of her sari.

She looked exactly like an apsara from the heavens. Puranjana was immediately pierced by the arrows of her lusty desires. He could not help but address her with a smile.

“My dear lotus-eyed, kindly explain where you are from. Who you are? Who are your parents? You seem to be from a respectable family. Why are you here? Why do you have ten servants and a snake as your bodyguard? Are you the goddess of fortune or the wife of Lord Siva or the goddess of learning? Please tell me all about you.”

“Your quick glance and shy smile are evoking the deepest emotions in my heart. I can no longer be at peace until you look at me directly and speak to me. Please have mercy on me. I am Puranjana, a great hero, and a very powerful king. Will you marry me and live in the beautiful city of Bhogavati?”
Purañjana was hardly able to resist himself from touching the girl and
enjoying her. The girl also became attracted by his words and accepted his request by smiling. She was also attracted by the King.
The girl said: O best of human beings, I do not know who my parents are. Nor do I know the names or the origin of the associates with me.
O great hero, we only know that we are existing here. We do not know what ahead of us. Indeed, we are so foolish that we do not care to understand who has created this beautiful place for our residence.
My dear gentleman, all these men, and women with me are known as my friends, and the snake, who always remains awake, protects this city throughout the day and night.
I do not know anything beyond this. I wish you well.  My dear lord, this city of nine gates is for you to enjoy.  I feel very fortunate that you have come here by chance.  All my friends and I shall try our best in all respects to fulfill your desires.

The  two —the man and the woman—supporting one another
through mutual understanding, entered that city and enjoyed life for one hundred years.