
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
me.....
Me a stranger in this funny world of ours,is a greying man with thoughts and realisation
as strange and innovative as can be. From my childhood to my adolesence, with the
change of time... I had been a careless and indisciplined human being.
Day dreaming had always been a passion of mine, with glimpses of fantasy and
hard reality haunting me time and again.
Destiny had never been kind to me.. a relative term used by me for my consolation.
Barring a few years of my life, when I was lost in the exuberance and wilderness of youth ,
sorrow, grief, mishaps and solitude had always been my steady perennial companion,
not parting their ways even in my rather bright times.In fact they with their perseverance
and continious persuasions, brought out the inner me...
the thoughts of my soul,
the language of my heart.
To many, almost all, my writing has a shade of black, an odd hint of pessimisim,
but you cannot be an oppurtunist without undergoing the tough grills of pessimisim.
Otherwise , me a down to earth person.
The word ' simple' attracts me the most, sans hypocrisy and ego.
I believe people with colours of romanticism
adorning their thoughts are the most creative ones.
Yes.. me a die hard romantic.
But that does not overmine my creative qualities ,
which is yet to be judged and assessed.
The blog :
"Shrishti Shukher Ullashe"
is a bengali term meaning
'The Euphoria of Creation'
has been taken from the famous poem of the great rebel poet
Kazi Nazrul Islam.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Thursday, October 18, 2007
HELLO FRIENDS.....ITS ME
Hello friends.....
life for me is a bubble....very feeble and colourful from outside......
only air inside......hollow ...with lot of empty space .........
we become what we do in this space.....
if we can utilise every moment of this emptiness we can fill it as desired.....
I am a dreamer who loves to colour the world with all those vibrant colours
which make a person happy and bring a smile on their lips.......
I have seen enough sorrow to last in my heart for ever...i want to feed each and
every hungry stomach but i am short of the resources......
so i feel like running away from this world......
you can call me escapist.....i agree.....few are the hands that serve.....and the world is full of sorrow......i want to increase the number of serving hands....but how???
I am a reader who love to read the mind of the people....I believe that
the human mind is the most complicated thing on this earth.....
if we can tame the mind we can tame the world.....
I am a part of this blog as i believe that the satisfaction of creation above all the feelings....
no big visions....just a common thought process...rebels against the farce and duplicity.....
THANKS FOR VISITING US......MOTIVATING US......
life for me is a bubble....very feeble and colourful from outside......
only air inside......hollow ...with lot of empty space .........
we become what we do in this space.....
if we can utilise every moment of this emptiness we can fill it as desired.....
I am a dreamer who loves to colour the world with all those vibrant colours
which make a person happy and bring a smile on their lips.......
I have seen enough sorrow to last in my heart for ever...i want to feed each and
every hungry stomach but i am short of the resources......
so i feel like running away from this world......
you can call me escapist.....i agree.....few are the hands that serve.....and the world is full of sorrow......i want to increase the number of serving hands....but how???
I am a reader who love to read the mind of the people....I believe that
the human mind is the most complicated thing on this earth.....
if we can tame the mind we can tame the world.....
I am a part of this blog as i believe that the satisfaction of creation above all the feelings....
no big visions....just a common thought process...rebels against the farce and duplicity.....
THANKS FOR VISITING US......MOTIVATING US......
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
AGE
What’s age got to do with it?
As teenage matures faster and elders grow younger, we are becoming an ageless society.
HOW OLD WOULD YOU BE IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW HOW OLD YOU WERE?-SATCHEL PAIGE.
An age less word is not a myth any more. The laptop generation doesn’t believe in age any more. for you could be working online with an 80 years old baby boomer or an 18 years old teenager. You wouldn’t know the difference. Age is getting invisible s we move from longevity to super longevity. Last month the London based Fauja Singh, 96, finished his umpteenth marathon with a renewed passion. He is an icon for the rainbow youth who refuses to grow old.
But this story isn’t really about being forever young. It’s about how age barrier have blurred. Hold a minute. How old are you? More important how old do you feel. If 60s are the 40s40s are the new 20s, and adolescence is obsolete, as youngsters are growing up faster, but not growing old. In the work place aren’t 19- year-olds competing with the 50-year-olds? Now that we have created ageless work place, with the anonymity of the computer, does age really matter any more?
Dr.Robert Epstein, former editor of psychology today, who is currently working on the ageless society, tells Times Life, “Arbitrary age boundaries are just as damaging to the society as arbitrary race, gender boundaries. We should not judge people by their age. The Dalai Lama, after all was fully in charge of the Tibet by 15.should he have been held back because of his age? And should we discard the elderly people simply because they have passed a certain age? A healthy society of the future will, I suspect, be completely age blind.”
Now that’ll be interesting! William Blake wrote poetry at 12; Blaise Pascal proved mathematical theorems at 16.isn’t age then an arbitrary number? Writer Suhyal Saadi says, “Age like beauty, is in the eye of the deceived.” that’s the reason the adolescence is obsolete. Teenagers are the new young adults who want to make their own decisions.
In fact, when Advaita Kala, 31, author of ALMOST SINGLE, went to Hyderabad to attend a school function, she was stunned to find senior school girls behaving like young adults. “The girls had that ‘been there, done that’look.but the girls in the eight grade were very curious to know more. Teenagers are in a great rush to grow and look like young adults.” she says.
So when you decide that your child can be trusted to make his own decision –at 13, 16, or 18? “You have to test the child’s maturity.” says Lovleen Kakkar, joint secretary union ministry of labour and child welfare. “The younger kids have a desire to behave like adults and the adults will never grow up. It’s hip to be 60and go bungee- jumping.”
Can we create a society that’s ageless, where generations facilitate maximum opportunities across all ages? Says Sunita Kohli architectural designer and restorer, “though I am 60, I don’t feel a day older than 40. Age is all in the mind. There are so many things I’d like to persue.right now, there’s no rigidity as you age. If you are positive, you’re almost ageless.”
Most people lose their energy and enthusiasm for life just calculating how old they’re getting .Ma Naina of Delhi’s osho foundation agrees, “I believe in osho’s philosophy- your age is just a calculation of the calendar.”
So is it immaterial how old you really are? “The debate is not so much about growing old or staying young as much as it is about growing up. My grandfather, a psychoanalyst, worked well into his eighties, lived independently, earned the affection of his family, the respect of his peer. He could say he died from life, which he had owned beautifully. This I admire the most.” says writer Siddharth Dhanvant Sanghavi.
SO WHATS AGE GOT TO DO WITH LIVING ANY WAY????
As teenage matures faster and elders grow younger, we are becoming an ageless society.
HOW OLD WOULD YOU BE IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW HOW OLD YOU WERE?-SATCHEL PAIGE.
An age less word is not a myth any more. The laptop generation doesn’t believe in age any more. for you could be working online with an 80 years old baby boomer or an 18 years old teenager. You wouldn’t know the difference. Age is getting invisible s we move from longevity to super longevity. Last month the London based Fauja Singh, 96, finished his umpteenth marathon with a renewed passion. He is an icon for the rainbow youth who refuses to grow old.
But this story isn’t really about being forever young. It’s about how age barrier have blurred. Hold a minute. How old are you? More important how old do you feel. If 60s are the 40s40s are the new 20s, and adolescence is obsolete, as youngsters are growing up faster, but not growing old. In the work place aren’t 19- year-olds competing with the 50-year-olds? Now that we have created ageless work place, with the anonymity of the computer, does age really matter any more?
Dr.Robert Epstein, former editor of psychology today, who is currently working on the ageless society, tells Times Life, “Arbitrary age boundaries are just as damaging to the society as arbitrary race, gender boundaries. We should not judge people by their age. The Dalai Lama, after all was fully in charge of the Tibet by 15.should he have been held back because of his age? And should we discard the elderly people simply because they have passed a certain age? A healthy society of the future will, I suspect, be completely age blind.”
Now that’ll be interesting! William Blake wrote poetry at 12; Blaise Pascal proved mathematical theorems at 16.isn’t age then an arbitrary number? Writer Suhyal Saadi says, “Age like beauty, is in the eye of the deceived.” that’s the reason the adolescence is obsolete. Teenagers are the new young adults who want to make their own decisions.
In fact, when Advaita Kala, 31, author of ALMOST SINGLE, went to Hyderabad to attend a school function, she was stunned to find senior school girls behaving like young adults. “The girls had that ‘been there, done that’look.but the girls in the eight grade were very curious to know more. Teenagers are in a great rush to grow and look like young adults.” she says.
So when you decide that your child can be trusted to make his own decision –at 13, 16, or 18? “You have to test the child’s maturity.” says Lovleen Kakkar, joint secretary union ministry of labour and child welfare. “The younger kids have a desire to behave like adults and the adults will never grow up. It’s hip to be 60and go bungee- jumping.”
Can we create a society that’s ageless, where generations facilitate maximum opportunities across all ages? Says Sunita Kohli architectural designer and restorer, “though I am 60, I don’t feel a day older than 40. Age is all in the mind. There are so many things I’d like to persue.right now, there’s no rigidity as you age. If you are positive, you’re almost ageless.”
Most people lose their energy and enthusiasm for life just calculating how old they’re getting .Ma Naina of Delhi’s osho foundation agrees, “I believe in osho’s philosophy- your age is just a calculation of the calendar.”
So is it immaterial how old you really are? “The debate is not so much about growing old or staying young as much as it is about growing up. My grandfather, a psychoanalyst, worked well into his eighties, lived independently, earned the affection of his family, the respect of his peer. He could say he died from life, which he had owned beautifully. This I admire the most.” says writer Siddharth Dhanvant Sanghavi.
SO WHATS AGE GOT TO DO WITH LIVING ANY WAY????
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Me-The God of Happiness
A bunch of yellow chaff,
As ready to be uprooted from the fallow land,
Straight upward pointing toward the sky,
Unkempt - unoiled – unattended.
Patches stitched together,
Hanging on the frame,
Multicolored like the spring earth,
Adorning the sun kissed mane.
I sing and dance to my own tune,
Earth …it is under my feet,
I live? On the peak of the sand dune...
Red dew drops adorning the yellow sheet.
Ogling at me? How do I look?
Want my brick dust?
Why I am so happy? Want to know???
MAD!!! YOU CALL ME MAD........
A bunch of yellow chaff,
As ready to be uprooted from the fallow land,
Straight upward pointing toward the sky,
Unkempt - unoiled – unattended.
Patches stitched together,
Hanging on the frame,
Multicolored like the spring earth,
Adorning the sun kissed mane.
I sing and dance to my own tune,
Earth …it is under my feet,
I live? On the peak of the sand dune...
Red dew drops adorning the yellow sheet.
Ogling at me? How do I look?
Want my brick dust?
Why I am so happy? Want to know???
MAD!!! YOU CALL ME MAD........
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, November 1, 2004
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Friendship
Friendship o friendship can you be ever be true????
Be with the people to live the life through????
Are you there...Unmasked?
To give the answer for the question asked?
Or you exist…ever…..veiled….
Those who tried to catch you failed.
You sometimes hide behind need...
Or sometimes behind the greed…
You wear the mask of green…
You wear the mask of grey….
Silent …lethal…smiling –
You enjoy your prey.
Friendship o friendship…
For once try to be true…
Come with me...
Sail with me ….
And be with me….
TRULY TRUE!
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Sunday, August 8, 2004
Saturday, August 7, 2004
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Friday, April 23, 2004
Saturday, March 27, 2004
Friday, March 26, 2004
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Friday, December 3, 1999
Thursday, December 2, 1999
Wednesday, December 1, 1999
Tuesday, December 15, 1998
Sunday, December 14, 1997
Saturday, December 13, 1997
Friday, December 12, 1997
Thursday, December 11, 1997
Thursday, November 27, 1997
Wednesday, November 26, 1997
Tuesday, November 25, 1997
Monday, November 24, 1997
Hi! Freinds it's me.
I exactly do not know what and why to write about myself. This journey of life has too many a things to write about.
Yes, I admit, creation comes from within and I am lucky in some way that The Almighty has bestowed this rare power on me.
Life! --- is an exact example of what creation is. There cannot be any greater and meaning full creation other than life. The mysticism of life has its different shades , curves and angles.
My creation is therefore based on short and simple words on life. It is not that I got inspiration from any writers. It was rather just a flow… a flow from within my heart. My life … the only half I have seen, had to face may difficulties, my health problems and the innumerable operations did not force a single drop of tear to roll down. Rather it gathered in me a treasure of ambrosia which initiated a rare inner strength to face life as it comes, the ups and downs, the romance, the sadness and comedy.
My creations are therefore basically based on simple facts of life translated by thoughts of my soul.
Yes, I admit, creation comes from within and I am lucky in some way that The Almighty has bestowed this rare power on me.
Life! --- is an exact example of what creation is. There cannot be any greater and meaning full creation other than life. The mysticism of life has its different shades , curves and angles.
My creation is therefore based on short and simple words on life. It is not that I got inspiration from any writers. It was rather just a flow… a flow from within my heart. My life … the only half I have seen, had to face may difficulties, my health problems and the innumerable operations did not force a single drop of tear to roll down. Rather it gathered in me a treasure of ambrosia which initiated a rare inner strength to face life as it comes, the ups and downs, the romance, the sadness and comedy.
My creations are therefore basically based on simple facts of life translated by thoughts of my soul.
Sunday, November 23, 1997
Saturday, November 22, 1997
Friday, November 21, 1997
Thursday, November 20, 1997
Wednesday, November 19, 1997
Tuesday, November 18, 1997
Monday, November 17, 1997
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