Sunday, 25 June 2017

The Banyan Tree

Banyan is one of the oldest species of fig trees .It is a potent symbol of fertility, life and resurrection. Famous for its ample structure and life-saving sunshade while its canopy is the shelter for many lives. No matter who is under its shade, a person or animal , it always provides shelter. The Banyan tree is kind and merciful and always spread its life-saving hand to the needful during the scorching summer days. Its dense canopy saves many from rain. No matter how many times humans cut fig trees like Banyan , it never go against its role , and keeps showering its forgiveness.

Just like the Banyan tree , Women are born with the motherly instinct. No matter she has a child of her own or not , she is a born mother. No matter how others treat them for not planning for a child or not having a child , they would still shower the same amount of motherly love toward a child . But the biggest similarity between a Banyan tree and a woman is , no matter how forgiving they are , whenever you will try to cut its stem , it can fall hard over you too. So be careful with your axe . And, most importantly , be careful with your words.

With a motherly heart , a woman of this age,
Human Potpourri

Birthdays are special!

Birthdays are special. At least for me , I still feel excited when it comes to my birthday. Though it remind us how each year we are getting older , it also does remind us about how we have known about the world more, how we have known people more, how far we have realised who the real friends are , how far we have gone against all the hurdles and above all how much more we can opt for , dream for . Yes, life goes on and so do we. Time never stops for anyone. Not a single one of us. But still we celebrate the passage of time on our birthdays. It gives us an opportunity to cherish 'us'.
Well, if you're​ thinking about why I'm writing this post today as my birthday was last month , I should tell you about this College senior of mine ( who's post pushed me to post this ) . Teesta Di was my senior in bachelor's degree and master's , so ofcourse , it's a long time now that I know her. Yesterday was he birthday for which she came up with a lot of exciting Facebook posts , videos since last few days and we're still counting. No! I didn't bring her into this to say that I don't like all these. Rather, I loved it. It shows how much she loves herself , how much she is proud of her being in this world, how much she feels good about her existence. Not because it's she . Not because it's about a dear senior. But just because, the way she is showing excitement about her birthday, which I think is totally okay.

These days, I hear from a lot of people that they don't even remember their birthdays until somebody wishes them. Even I have Friends​ who does the same, lacking the excitement about their birthdays. They treat it like , it's just another day. I've heard people saying things like ' what's so exciting about birthday ? ' , ' what's the need for us to tell others about our birthdays ' , 'no body even cares when my birthday is , then why should I care ' and what not. Now , tell me, if you , yourself don't be happy about your existence , about the day when you were born , then how can you expect others to do that for you? 

N.B. - Loving yourself for who you are and being a narcissist is two different things. So, do reflect before you judge anyone. And, in case it's about narcissists , then, don't you think we all are that to some extent??

With a huge amount of selflove,
Human Potpourri

Mediocre Rationale

No matter who you are, what you do , how much you earn a month, if you don't have good friends then all these things really are insignificant. We are humble people with humble dreams , living mediocre lives. And, we believe in the power of karma , we believe if we do good then it will pay off positively​. And in case , someone does something bad to us , we believe they will get their part of share for it too. This is how our Mediocrity rationalize things.
Well, on a discussion about present with my childhood friends today at some social gathering , one​ of my friends raised a question about someone from the past and the whereabouts. And, then the conversation took it's pace and continued with more discussion about the minutes. This indeed didn't only act as a reminder of that person but also reminded me how easy things were. I was truly surprised that even today how easily we laughed and had a great time, discussing those little stories from the past. It felt like nothing has changed for an instance. But then reality struck me hard ( as always ) and I regained my mind.
And the conversation went on with other things.

|| Mediocre rationale​ : Thankful to them who stayed. And, thankful the most to them who didn't. || 😊

N.B -- The post above, is not connected to any particular person's life and any resemblance is totally coincidental.

 Warm Regards,
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Friday, 21 April 2017

Little things #1

Everyday when I return home from work Mansi drops me till where I can get transportation to my home, though her home is before that, still she comes an extra 500meters to drop me . She generally parks her car at such a place where the sunlight is directly falling into the bonnet making it hot as hell. Hence, the seats become unbearably hot . Since last few days what I'm noticing is , whenever​ I open the the gate to sit inside the car , a white towel is already placed there so that I don't get hurt.

This might seem totally nonsensical as it is about a car seat and a towel, but the emotions hidden behind these two says a lot about people who really care for us, as I firmly believe it's the little things that matter.

In life , we will see these two kind of people--
1) Who claim that they care for us and nags it throughout the day
2) Who actually care for us and don't say a word for it ever

I'm grateful that I have people from the second list in my life.

With luck, a woman of this age
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Friday, 31 March 2017

Wait , Time and Illusion

When someone leaves us, the faster they would go , the slower time will pass for them. In this way , the wait for that person gets longer that it actually has to be . This is due to the fact , that , in relation to the motion of that leaving person , time slows down. Hence , the 'now' moment for these two persons changes. The faster they move, the slower the time will pass for them and finally , the longer the wait would be for that person. The reality is indeed , an illusion , and that's the scariest thing.

Trapped in the hands of time,
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Thursday, 30 March 2017

A Guilt Riden Heart

Rat problems are quite common in North Kolkata, maybe due to the architecture that helps these rodents to enter our houses so easily. The ground floor of my house is a place , where Tyson (my dog) often goes to hunt Rats. It amuses him. my mom reported today that, since last few days she is seeing little baby mice in the 1st floor and 2nd floor too. Though previously I didn't know this.

This morning was not different than any other mornings. I woke up, got ready for work and went to have my breakfast. My mom asked me to bring her purse from her room for some reason while I was busy in breakfast table.I went to her room, took the purse and was coming back , when , I felt something under my right foot. The room was dark as the windows were all closed due to which it was difficult to see through. I switched on the light and saw the most terrible thing I could ever imagine. There lied a little baby mouse (I believe it was few hours old ) , trembling , with spilled blood all around it.


I could not move and started crying. My daddy came, saw me and understood the situation. He gave some water to the mouse. In the meantime the mouse stopped moving.

I got scared. I could not accept the fact that this little mouse actually died because of me. I started cursing myself. Breakfast was left on the table as it was. I could not stop myself from crying. My dad wanted to console me but failed. After almost 30 minutes I left for work with a guilt ridden heart. 'Guilt' , according me is the most dangerous emotion. It eats you up from within.

Throughout the day, no matter wherever I went , whoever consoled me, I kept visualizing those trembling limbs of that little creature who died because of me. It felt paralyzing. I wanted to ask God "why did you choose me as a means to take it's life?" . I kept imagining how terrible it is for mothers who loose their children , give birth to dead babies or abort them. I kept asking God  "why did you send that little mouse to earth for few hours?" , "why did it come to earth if it was destined to go this soon?". I kept asking myself "what can I do to get rid of this pain that I'm enduring ? the pain of killing (yes killing) an innocent soul.

I presume, I shall keep looking for these answers. I don't know when or if  I'd ever get an answer.

We look for life but death gets found
Science had proven though ,
the World is round
You are not even yours , I'm not even mine.
Still looking for the stars for our life to define.
'Death is far' , says the Life and laughs
'Life is fraud' , the Death reverts 
'they're just pawns in the hands of mine'
Time comprehends through the secret sign.

O little Mouse,
Wherever you are, stay happy , stay blessed,
I hope you find your eternal peace,
I apologize for all the pain I've caused,
I hope you be , where you always wanted to be.

With a guilt ridden heart,
Human Potpourri