SHRISHTI SHUKHER ULLASHE

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me.....

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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.

MAYA

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LOVE..

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The base of every relation is LOVE. Then where did the love go??Or is the man an improved version of quadruped? Civilized and thoroughly trained to love one self……

Then what is love?

I remember a story. It goes thus:

Once a group of pilgrims were returning from the GANGASAGAR.The group took the sea route to return. They were having a good time. They chanted the name of God and sang hymns. But after some time the western sky became ominously dark and the thunder storm rolled in. heavy drops of rain started falling. The waves were murderous. The sailors tried their level best to save the ship. They lost their way. Suddenly as destined by the LORD almighty a thunder struck the ship. The ship caught fire and all were left on their personal skills to save themselves .the ship also carried a widow and her 14 years old son. Her husband had died last year due to an epidemic. She also had accompanied the pilgrim group to Ganga sagar.As the ship caught fire, blinded by fear she jumped in the sea along with her son. The tides became waves and started their relishing game.

. Many perished in the sea. But mother being a mother swam against the waves dragging her only son towards the shore. It saw so dark that you couldn’t see anything. The occasional thunder revealed the fangs of the waves engulfing whatever came into its way. She swam on and on. Every breath was torturous. She wouldn’t give up; she only had her son to cling to. After fighting for whole night the morning sun rose calming the sea. She and her son survived the storm. Inching slowly she neared the shore. Her son was also exausted.he was clinging to his mother strongly. As they neared the shore mother tried to find the land with her feet for support. But there was a deep trench and beyond that it was land. She only needed a foothold to cross it. Her breath was now on the verge of leaving her. Lungs would burst if she didn’t act fast. Desperately she looked for help. She prayed to God to save her. As she was about to drown she found the support. Immediately she took it and crossed the small trench to reach the safe ground.
She breathed hard for few seconds to make sure that she was alive. Then she thanked God with tears in her eyes.

Would you like to know what was the thing she used as her foot support to cross the trench?????

HER 14 YEARS OLD ALIVE BUT EXAUSTED SON…..

THEN THE QUESTION STILL REMAINS: WHAT IS LOVE???

Bashatti bachhor

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Niribili

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HELLO FRIENDS.....ITS ME

2007-10-18T12:05:00.000-07:00

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......

"O"

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AGE

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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????

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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........

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Vermilion

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The Vermilion

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Diary

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Poverty

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Poverty

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POISON

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Abstracts .. The Stick

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Abstracts : (The Stick)

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Abstracts (VanityBag)

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Abstracts :

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Abstracts - But You.

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Abstracts - But you

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Sshhhhhh....

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Shhhhh.... A Stranger at your Door!

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Gallows.

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Gallows.

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Friendship

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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!

gRaY

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Gray

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Carcass

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Stop this Bloody War!

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Protests..

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Nature

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Nature

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Harmony In community

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Love.. My love.

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Chokkhu dan

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sindur khela

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bhashan (Immersion of Ma Durga)

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Michil (The procession)

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My weariness forgive me Oh Lord!

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Best Wishes from the thinkers

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The Party

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Merry Christmas!

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Vengeance ....

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Destruction!

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Mahabharata

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DOLLY MATHAROO

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Hi! Freinds it's me.

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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.

Works of Dolly

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Works of Dolly

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Works of Dolly

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Works of Dolly

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Works of Dolly

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Works of Dolly

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Works of Dolly.

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Works of Dolly

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Works of Dolly.

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Works of Dolly.

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Works Of Dolly

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Works of Dolly

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