Friday, 13 July 2018


It all starts with a single thought. A thought to change. Not change the World but to do something for someone so that their World can be changed. It's a chain reaction you know! You bring positivity in someone's life, then he/she does the same with someone else and it goes on. It all can start with a single thought. A thought that promotes possibility , positivity , optimism, hope, love. It's all in you. You are in charge. It is possible. Just a single thought. A thought that is powerful enough to turn a stone into gold by believing in it. Belief is the key. Cause, those who claim that alchemy is not possible , has merely never believed so deeply.

P.S - Are you an alchemist?

A believer,
Human Potpourri

Saturday, 24 February 2018

The Risk

Relationships are one kind of risk. No matter how much you plan, it is still a risk. Sometimes , everything goes well, even when you've found out major turn offs between you and your partner. Whereas, at times someone angel like reveals their true faces to be even worse than a devil. You cannot really say where you will end up in 10 years or 20 years. If you choose a person based on appearance, job, financial background , you must remember that all of this are changeable . Don't look for personality in choosing your partner. Look for their character. Look for their problem solving skills, their intelligence, their decision making ability, their coping skills during stress, their perseverance, frustration tolerance and most importantly their efforts to be with you. The buttery surface of good looks, designer clothes, expensive shoes, furnished penthouse, glittering cars ,it all looks fascinating, but if your core values are different from your partner then it all makes no sense. So, choose wisely!

In a World full of options,
a woman with choices,
Human Potpourri

Saturday, 2 December 2017

Love, is all I have.. In the memory of 'Popo' ( Written on 1/10/2017)

Absolutely two months ago (August , 2017 ) , one day , while returning from work , I found a baby pigeon in front of the main gate of my house. It appeared that it had fallen from somewhere during its trial for flying. I took the pigeon inside my house and kept it in the corridor in the ground floor and went upstairs. But somehow I couldn't relax since College Street area is full of rats and cats. I got scared if something happens to the baby bird. And , this is how I decided to keep that bird with me in my room. Every morning I used to give it to my mom for keeping it whole day with her and feed when required. I named that baby bird as 'Popo'. At night, Popo used to sleep with me in its cradle. After few days I discovered that Tyson and Popo has become friends too. I was happy until one day, after returning from work I got to know that Popo isn't there in my place anymore. My dad told me Popo wasn't well since morning and it fainted also. Hence, dad decided to keep Popo with other pigeons in a nearby dovecote. Hearing this I was tearful and scared if Popo is alive or not. I hoped and prayed to God for its health. Since then we have never seen it.
Today, while I was watching a movie on the television , my mom called out " See, a pigeon! " . I found Popo sitting on the edge of my window , looking at me and stretching its feathers. I was spellbound regarding the fact that how a bird can remember us so well even though it was a baby and finally make a move to find us out. I couldn't hold my tears , again!
Long back I've read somewhere, "all the love you have given will come back to you one day " . Today I realized, it does.

With Hope, a woman of this age,
Human Potpourri

#Lifenote ( on Humanity , Friendship and Children )

There's this child in my School (my workplace) , studying in first grade who is a high functioning autistic having above avg intelligence. Everyday, I see his classmates , helping him every now and then (for eg. at luch time, at class, at field etc) eventhough sometimes he gets restless and throws things at them, they never get irritated , they understand him, and most importantly they love him. It really amuses me that how these 5 year olds can empathize better than most of the adults we are dealng with in this era. If only we all could be like these children. May god bless these precious souls and their friendship.

The lessons in life comes in a series, with the greatest in the last.

The Teachers' day celebration at school today truly made me nostalgic. I really don't know what I would have been without my teachers. Though a post is such a short place to pen down all of them who taught me important lessons in life, here are some of my favourites. I'll start with my momma who taught me how to sing, taught me how reading can save our lives and most importantly taught me how we should always be kind to all living beings. Thank you Bapi ( Ganesh Das ) for teaching me how to ride a bicycle, to be honest and thank you the most for teaching me that if we want then we can do anything in this World. Thank you my School teachers ( Rubi ma'am , Mahua ma'am, Mahuya ma'am , Mitali ma'am , Sarmila ma'am, ) who believed in me during my childhood days when I had frequent health issues and supported me while few of my class mates thought I'm just trying to take an advantage using my health concerns. Thank you Dada ( Saurab ) for teaching me how to speak English , how to draw, how to play chess and how to swim. Thank you for teaching me to love football and thank you for teaching me that family is our ultimate support and no matter what, it never leaves us. Thank you Boudi ( Mousumi Das )for teaching the art of letting go things that serves no purpose in our lives. Thanks to my Maths teacher ( Aloke sir )during class IX-X for bearing with me and having a hell lot of patience in teaching me concepts again and again.Thank you for inspiring me to do better in studies.And , most importantly thank you for believing in me. Thanks to my English teacher ( Souvik sir) during XI-XII who not only corrected my English grammar , but also inspired me to study Psychology . Yes, he was the one who told me about this subject. And, he believed that I'm born to be a Psychologist. Thanks to My H.O.D Prof Sunandita ma'am during B.Sc for teaching me to love Psychology. Thanks to my Professors from M.Sc days ( Subrata ma'am, Jayanti ma'am ) for all the love and support. Thank you Suvosree ma'am from P.G.D.R.P days for teaching us exceptionally. Whatever I know about Freud and about Therapy is because of you. Thank you Shaona ma'am for everything you taught me. Whatever I know about psychometry is because of you. Thank you for teaching me to be organised and note down details for planning activities of the day. Thank you Sweta ma'am for teaching me participative leadership. And, thank you Sree Subhasree Ma'am for being there.Whatever I know about E.C.E I know because of you. Thank you Monideepa di for teaching me that a good friend can come from anywhere. Thanks to Jeet ( Chandrajit Mukherjee ) for teaching me the value of time. And , thank you 'Time' for teaching me that nothing in this life is constant.
Last but not the least, thank you Tyson (my dog) for teaching me that out of all the emotions we experience in life, 'Love' is the strongest.
They say, you are lucky if you have got good friends. I say, you are lucky if you have good teachers in life as I believe a good teacher is no less than a friend.

In a World full of Learning,
a woman with Lessons,
Human Potpourri

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,
Human Potpourri