An ocean of thoughts, secret and feelings, once a small girl encountered the reality. A child of such intense thought, couldn’t it be a bit easier for her? Situation could. We could. But time worsened. Those eyes spoke of words unheard. One could only read a veiled confusion, bemusement, beauty and all of it together. She hopes of getting healed. Sitting ashore a swift flowing river, she thanks nature it’s natural forces. River is never bound to follow the path we suggest. We can construct dams, bar the flow. Yet it floods, overflows and begins the journey it undertook. The girl looks forward to have a river of her own and flow in her chosen path, yet sustain. Her ancestors unfortunately left near to nothing for her future…….
Robots are snatching human touch in the modern world. But is it actually permissible to let the machine snatch what is ours? It is the creation of human mind. The Frankenstein of 21st century. We all are the chemists, engineer, and what not engrossed in creating a doppelganger. The quest for the unknown and the hunger to achieve the impossible grabs our psyche tight-fisted. The creation eventually became a monster for Mary Shelley’s creator. Today’s world too is advancing gradually to a time similar to this where human would themselves question their creation. Undoubtedly robots are made efficient enough to be human like. But inculcating emotions in them may sound dangerous. What if they start questioning the creator? It is quite possible. Recenty a news came about a robot being sacked from its job for sheer incompetence, in England. The loopholes are undeniably the creator’s. What I feel is, humans themselves have graduated the society towards a delude. Robots are only an addition to this. It may be considered an extraordinary creation of human mind but the consequences can’t be ignored. Substitute to natural phenomenon is a curse. Human tendency has always been to snatch from the nature and utilise the resources to its fullest but never a thought of returning back. When mankind started fearing dearth of the same, inventions of back ups sprung up. Yet the thirst could never be quenched. The Earth can now only wait to perish. Days are shortening and our Mother is nearing death. Hope, Robot could save the Earth or thrive as aliens in some other domain.
On this day, everything gets placed rightly yet gradually. Calmness from bereavement can only be achieved through creation. Every artist find solace in creation. Audiences can only respect and enjoy art. Life is never an end with certain deviations or disturbing incidents. Let’s give time to sleep over it, since moving on is the priority. Happiness comes with a flow. To me it should not be fetched for. Let it arrive as it may. Bemused and perplexed thoughts have no place for me in my new journey, which is yet to begin. I get ready to enter college. Bidding good bye to SCHOOL DAYS……
“Where the mind is without fear”
22nd May 2018, on the day of Raja Rammohan Roy’s birth anniversary, every newspaper across India saw the coverage of a ‘hearty’ story about a medical miracle. Significantly, Dichand, a private tutor from Jharkhand got a ‘dil’ at the Eastern corner of the country. The man who aboilished Sati was born on this day. He reinstated faith in humanity and humanitarian groundings for any ritual. The front page news of a heart transplantation proves that humanity still persists to be the biggest religion of all. The tragic end of a 21 year old’s life gave a new lease of life to the other side of the country. The ‘heart’ has no fixed place. It is omnipresent, spreading itself from Bengaluru to Jharkhand via Kolkata. Revolution can be even of this kind. The doctors, ambulance driver, cops, traffic police, flight attendants all accompanied to give a safety landing to the ‘heart’ of India. Though a handful among the crores of Indians yet somewhere down, in our heart we still hope for change to come this meticulously and look forward to see more instances like this. No guns, no bloodshed, no long march, neither any extravagance but only a few careful steps taken which filled the HEART of ‘city of joy’ with a new achievement. The rigorous process inside the OT at FORTIS HOSPITAL, KOLKATA led by team of Dr. Balakrishnan added to a happy and ‘Good Morning’ for the whole country. Once again we may feel proud that we are in a country where eminent personality like Raja Rammohan Roy was born and even a few doctors and other common HUMAN BEINGS, who made it sure that the ‘heart beat never stops’.
Like any other days, even on that day I started off for school merrily. FRIENDS, these 7 magical letters always excites me besides my parents. Writing down the diary was not only with the purpose of relaxing the thoughts of every moment I experienced, rather what each step of it taught me. Events harsh or kind have only strenghthen my self esteem and ushered ample positivity. The event of my second standard at school, yes even that has altered me and my outlook.
Nevertheless my TEACHERS. Well, they built a different Sreshta and rained full faith in me. I got punished in the course of the event, yet gained trust of my teacher. Faith in myself and also towards friends git reinstated only because of her. All of us have moved a long way ahead may be many of those days are forgotten. Yet I’m sure this will stay even with my friends who childishly tried to trick with me. Personally for me it’s quite difficult to shrug off any event like this.
We seldom debate on women empowerment. But my purpose isn’t to shout over our rights, since I believe we are a powerful cluster. Its strange that we need to have law protecting us from assault, vigilance, cameras and what not to our safety. For me it paves the way for community expenditure, unnecessarily, targeted only to protect a section of the society. To ‘protect’ we spend so much when would it be curbed to spend on something to ‘create’?
The aim was not to give up,
Neither one of settling down.
But only an urge to cheer up,
Presenting a smiling crown.
All her childhood spent in luxury-
That little girl of a loving daddy,
Now wants a cosy shining hut
Filled with books and chairs and nuts.
That little princess of a rich daddy,
Grew up munching to become a foody
And nevertheless a bookworm-
Blew the hell of a storm
To quit her job.
Nibbling her books in that little hut-
Filled with books food and warmth,
Turned the little shop owner
To a lady of 21.
She crowned herself at the top
With her new book, an addition to her little shop.
“It was the inception of one of those winter evenings, when I came across the plan of writing down my diary. Well, the pages won’t necessarily be filled up with daily events with the exact timing and date and bla bla bla. But nevertheless it will circle round the events that I came and will be coming across. Struggling thoughts of what to and what not to write I start by penning down my school days.”
It was just the first page of her diary and I had this extraordinary feeling of a friend like hers, whose whole life was only a mystery and secret. I never knew she would be so extrovert to reveal at least this, that she aspired to become the Pulitzer winning writer. I would gradually come up with every pages of her diary that she wanted to bring out to the readers, but for each page I take the copyright and the first readership value. Every weekend will be dedicated to hers.