Madhouse

2025-05-13T18:41:00.002+05:30

Maritalmismatch

The beginning of the end of two pure hearts full of romantic Love.

Rumi

She felt as if a disabled spider was trying to have sex by licking her from forehead to toe, night after night and sometimes at afternoon…stingy crawling filthy creature was actually trying to arouse her and Rumi found herself gradually obliging him..and actually enjoying a vicarious stimulus.

Rumi did not blame him for his disability or deformity but sometimes she just felt like screaming the world down. Why should it had to happen to her, why why why.

She knew it was not his fault, this sexual incompetence but still….

It is strange that he always wanted to give her pleasure and as because he was incapable he tried other ways to push her towards promiscuity and sexual vulgarity.

As usual he went on and on babbling how unfortunate he is, being such a talent rotting in dungeons for no fault of his own… on and on and on… but what came yesterday suddenly just pushed Rumi with hellish thrust into a dirty canal.

Darling , you can help lift our status and wealth if you try…yes!!

You know the other day Deben told me our Mr DK Bose, has so much money he is buying one or two nights of Bollywood divas..

Rumi. So what….

Aah ,I have seen in our common family social get-togethers how dk eyes you…he is lattoo on you…

so what…

Na I was thinking , what wrong is there if you spend one or two nights… you know how rich he is…I am sure he will grab it…..

Rumi..Are you serious!

He went on cajoling darling what is wrong in it… think how much we can gain….dont you!

She went mum…..the coward that he was gradually realised it won’t work and with sly looks started convincing her it was just a joke, he never was serious, just testing her feelings… not knowing Rumi was going down down and down… Gradually unknowingly she too started shutting her mind and brain from accepting such suggestions as they were meant to be…and convince herself he was only testing the water….but could she….her mind, brain and heart were running in different directions with uneven bounce , coming back and diving into bouts of horrors, depression and irritability.

He did not stop from giving filthy and vulgar suggestions adding that it could satisfy her unfulfilled desire which Rumi found to be revolting despicable and demeaning.

She is not sure if deformity leads to filthy desires.

Ramen

What a huge hole ,an elephant can walk through, disgusting and frustrating cant fuck her without feeling a lesser male. Strange how this woman got that huge tunnel inside her and internal little things are not tumbling out.

Oh God, help me and give a solid idea how to make her howl with ecstasy with me inside. Yes yes I still do love and want her but with my little thing don’t see a way how to. True haven’t went into other women but I have a vague suspicion there might be smaller ones but I would not fit into any of them with my toy like pennies yes a very strong suspicion.

This woman is otherwise perfect for me, cooks well, does all that is required of a good housewife as maa certifies, a working woman and a supportive wife….but…..again I feel mad that I can’t dominate her the lousy fucking bitch.

2025-05-05T19:21:00.002+05:30

Santwana Chatterjee

A small attempt

On this day of Schizophrenia

A Failure in all respect

A few pages of a diary from a disturbed soul, unsound mind and a failure in all respect. Mostly a failed own mind reader.

The pages are in absolute disarray, chronologically ,emotionally as is natural in these cases.

The last two night’s I became horribly changed person so much so,

I removed all clothings ,still felt hot and claustrophobic. Made a lot of nuisance on the attendant but she calmed me down.

At about 1 am wake ever night , up after along nightmare and feel I have been abandoned in this hell hole alone and a strong suicide wish takes hold…I try to find a way…find none…i feel I am left alone after Suraj…

Terrible feeling take over, about 3 am to 4 am go back to sleep.

I can never stop hearing people talking, they never stop……mostly Bheema my youngest brother

and my sister whispering.

The problem starts when these threats start to get me in the waking hours too. I suspect some one is spying on me, even when at the office desk, extremely uncanny belief, the drum in side my chest starts beating, I even suspect such brutes are there at my doors and windows to break in …. terrible feelings which I can not confide …as long as Suraj was

There I atleast could tell him everything, though all such attacks come only because of odd behaviour of him only and aggression from in-laws… now there is no Suraj , no aggressive In laws but I am afraid I would go into that horrible state of mind any time if I am put into hostile and uneasy company.

I know

I know I have a weird strake in me and that I can distinguish between the two.

I can not sleep alone at night scared stiff of some kind of assault…black shadowy figures take shapes out of nothing… out to destroy me..,, but the day I meditated desperately to Suraj mingled now in infinite consciousness to be by my side in the dark, I feel his presence….few days before I tried to analyse my belief logically and I knew I was completely wrong and three nights before , in the middle of the night the Black scary shadows came back taking shape on the window curtains .I knew I have to accept my queer self and the absurd belief that I am always protected by some unseen force.

The fact is I do not see any harm in believing in my dual identity.

I hear voices talking when alone in my flat. Moment I come out of my room they stop talking. Very very distinct and audible.

I guessed the male voice was your Dr and that you were discussing how bad is my case.

I can not sleep alone. When my elder sister got married I (I was 17 y) had to sleep alone in my room. Resulted in anxiety , trauma and insomnia ) and I was prescribed sleeping pills.

After Suraj I am sleeping alone but luckily I always feel he is there in the bed in my sleep and even after that…

Last night Peter my tom cat, was in my bed but we were not talking (Peter was naughty) and I definitely felt another cat too sleeping by my side.It was so real that waking up I searched for the cat in my bed realisation came late and was scary.

My husband Suraj was a senior friend of my daa’. Daa admired him tremendously n always used tell us how strong ..how brave etc ….how my daa was protected from the big bullies…

I started admiring Suraj n married him.

The day daa committed suicide by cutting his veins and hanging himself from the ceiling fan.(it must have been quite difficult) some one from the neighbourhood came and announced…. I ran then and there barefoot and crying but his body, as I was told ,had been taken by the police.

It is strange that I really could not accept his death and thought he might be alive and suddenly come back, I secretly thought that if he really died ,he will comeback in a ..someone somewhere…absurd I know.

I now realise I kept him alive in my husband in many ways which I never realised, but today I think I finally lost my Daa with my husband.

Thanks for helping me realise the truth….

Finally that I have lost them both

I have no one to turn to…

no roots….

Thanks

The new drug has done world of good to my mental state.

One thing worries me that this is kind of drug I used to take long back. After my bro committed suicide….I made a mess of my life..did/could not pursue studies after completing MA…

I have gone into trauma, suicidal,hell of an existence…. which with Gods grace and medical help I tackled somehow.

I am going through melancholy which is natural after He (my husband)expired.

A constant undercurrent of helplessness,apathy and physical discomfort which comes with this mental state was difficult to overcome with no one to understand..,

Thanks a lot Doc but I am worried about the side effects as I already find the fluffy ness of my face coming back.

I have witnessed almost the whole lot of my family members going through mental illness which could have been handled sympathetically keeping them at home but had to be sent to mental home periodically with their condition worsening, horrified that how they ,the ward boys, would come in the morning and would not serve breakfast to the patient to be administered electric shock and ( from my bro who was so soft ,intelligent and loveable) gave him strong drugs and he became drug addict….. These memories still haunting me I want to forget.

In later life I found almost a shadow of my dark nights in the famous novel and movie “One flew over the cuckoo’s nest.

XXX

analyses of my present state of mind came very clearly and so I think this medicine is not bad for me after all.

(A)

My reasons to thank the Doctor who unknowingly dug out…my reasons for being alive,happy and enjoy life as long it is….

((An extremely odd reaction from deep down my consciousness haunts me

These days I am happy and relaxed like ,distant past, dozing off to sleep even after lunch ; but I wake up with a jerk as if I am going into the unknown oblivion …death…again again and again. Some force pushing/pulling me ….

There is nothing no-one for me…my utility for being alive is over.

My utility …my service is no longer needed. There is nothing, no one but my pet that still needs me.

Is there really any use to be alive being a burden on others!

Haven’t achieved any one of my dreams, to search for the cause of my existence, my aspirations to pursue the meaning of life and death but I am the luckiest soul on earth to realise that love is not only physical it transcends life and death, space and time. Life for both of us was confined to worldly

Pleasures ,limited only to our five senses……without realising the existence of the sixth sense travelling through infinity ..,connecting and floating into and mingling with the sea of bliss that exists ….beyond sensibility…in all existence

engulfing hate…

Love always melts…

Limited consciousness into abundance of bliss ….beyond the reach of manmade boundary ,to the unconscious….which, however much we try… can not realise the unconscious as …we ,the conscious will melt with The unconscious i.e life into death….ultimately there is only the uncountable mathematics of zero into infinity…..

A beginning has to end as we are experiencing through our human reason and logic

Explains the theory of ‘Cogito ergo sum) ..we exist because we think… and can never be there in the Unconscious… thinking is bounded …the moment it crosses material boundary..it becomes the infinite,incorrigible the Unknown…unconscious…..

Decartes’ theory of ‘cogito ergo sum’

(Latin)

usually translated into English as "I think, therefore I am",

Great Mathematician wandering through path of Logic to Philosophy of existence.

2020-05-31T21:55:00.000+05:30

SpiceJet and harassed travellers

This is a Dark time for all in India and the whole world.
I know we should be patient and let the nation find ways to curb this corona menace.
We, my husband and I, both stranded in Puna, Maharashtra, from 11th February till date.

We booked our flight at SpiceJet four times and had to cancel due to Corona Lockdown.
It was ok with us. But we again booked on SpiceJet for 29th May, that flight was unceremoniously cancelled.

We are in aged and retired and I have a heart patient. We came to Pune to visit our married daughter from our home town Kolkata. I did not bring my medical file containing my angiography documents as we came for a short visit.

Now I am really sick and must reach Kolkata and see my doctor.

I have been continuously appealing to WB Gov.,Centre and SpiceJet to consider our case and let me book another file which is in their coffer but no reply.

I hv boarding pass
Bggage tags

They would not refund nor allow to use our money with their credit shell

Mirraw

2019-11-23T18:59:00.001+05:30

It is so strange that such a well known online seller should cheat a small customer like me. I ordered some items and got them right time and they were all on COD terms. Then unfortunately I started ordering prepaid items.

Will someone please give me an insight Into when am I going to receive the third parcel. I am totally tired of asking the same question again and again Order Number: M935858240	Ordered on: 07 Nov 2019
Order Status: Confirmed	Return Procedure

((Your order has been dispatched via Delhivery. Your tracking number is 296813874161. You have ordered from 2 other designer(s) too. You will be receiving a total of 3 shipments. Let us know if you need any help. You can reply back to this mail or call up at +91-2266484300.))

Save Water

2019-06-16T18:27:00.001+05:30

Water Crisis
Santwana Chatterjee

I have bought the latest model of water purifier of Eureka Forbes .

((It is another issue that this costly machine stopped function twice within a week after installation and the company principally do not replace a diffractive product after installation but repairs only))

What I want to describe next is an extremely serious issue

This water purifier has the capacity of holding six litre of purified water so that we can any time take a glass or a bottle full of water and no need to keep bottled up water.

So far so good, but the moment we switch on the machine ,unfiltered water starts to flow and the machine starts purifying and this purifying process takes about thirty five minutes.

But there is a point here for every body to note that for this full thirty five minutes a portion of water considered to be not fit for drinking comes out from its exhaust pipe.

For getting six litters of purified water more than six litres of precious water is thus wasted. Can and should we afford that.

For my side, I have started to channel this water to bottles to be used for other purposes but for that I have to be there and monitor that black exhaust pipe is not displaced as is often the case.

I ask all sensible persons to give their opinion on this.

This is the question of future of our earth

A perfect gift for your brother and sister

2015-08-10T20:18:00.000+05:30

A perfect gift for your brother and/or sister is waiting for you to pick up this Raksha Bandhan day at Pothi.com, Flipkart.com and Amazon India
A telling tale of sibling love and bondage GOLD DUST by Santwana Chatterjee

2015-08-10T17:36:00.002+05:30

A perfect gift for 'Rakhsha Bandhan'
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The rising sun in human form

2015-03-10T13:15:00.000+05:30

The rising sun in human form

It was around February -March 1980 when I was going through a very bad

Patch in life. My husband was unhappy with his work place and started drinking so much so that it seemed he was going the 'alcoholic' way. He became so thin that my heart came to my mouth whenever I looked at him.

One day he vomited blood and the doctor said “either quit alcohol or ....you know what"

I was at my wits end , there being no one that I could turn to. I was an orphan from my childhood and my grandpa reared me up , gave love , affection and educated me. I was very good at studies and finished my Masters in Philosophy and was preparing for my Doctors ( PhD) when Grandpa fell ill and decided to marry me off.

My dream for a PhD in Philosophy was washed away with my tears as my in - laws were against it. My grandpa died a few years after my marriage.

None-the-less my married life was a happy one with a loving husband and lovely cute daughter.

My husband developed the drinking habit later and due to excessive drinking, his health, career and friends started dwindling. My in laws started blaming me though I saw no reason for it. We were running short of money and every month ours dues at the local grocery shop increased to my utter embarrassment.

At last I started to look for a job but none came in my way as I was already thirty and I had neither qualified to be a school teacher nor a college as both posts needed specific degrees after finishing Masters, so I learned typing and got a typists job and felt like committing suicide.

In the meantime our daughter was blooming into a beautiful flower and we Managed to put in a well know English medium school.

I , myself was an avid reader, both English and Bangla literature ; but to my dismay my daughter never showed any interest for reading Bangla books so I had been presenting her with a children's Bangla monthly magazine 'Kishore Bharati' for years together.

One day I found she had not even touched the pages of any of the magazines and they were dumped at one corner of her room.

My husband had become an alcoholic, I was drudging as a typist, my in-laws were angry with me for no fault of mine, we were constantly in debt, so much so that friends started avoiding us. My grandpa was no more there to console me.

It was my daughter's birth day. I told her pick up all the copies of the Bangla magazines, put them in a bag; every year you get gifts on this day , today you will gift these to children who have nothing , no parents, no proper food, no proper dress and no proper place to live.

I heard of Mother Teresa and her Home for destitute children but was not sure about its location but vaguely remember somebody saying it was near the Kalighat area near the crematorium.

After some- search we located a non-descriptive room on the side of footpath on the door of which there was a plate with inscription "Nirmal Hriday" (sacred heart)

We stepped in and inside it was cool and dark. A man was sitting on a chair and he greeted us with a smile.

We told him about our mission and he said home for children was in Hazra Road and pointed to us old and sickly skeleton like bodies lying on the floor , there were about twelve men like that. On one side of the room there were concrete bath tubs. He explained mother picked them up from various parts of the street of Calcutta(it was not Kolkata then) all most on the verge of death, hungry and with all kind of illness left by the society to die on the street.

Mother had made arrangement for them to sleep on rugs on clean concert floors, they were bathed and fed by the helps who were once picked up and saved by Mother. They were offered food, medicine, a place to sleep and loving care of Mother. The home runs with money received as doles for the cause.

The doorman said I was picked up by mother once when I was lying and dying with tuberculosis on the streets. Mother took me and cured me , fed me and touched me with compassion and I started feeling like a human being once again. I have pledged my life to Mother and her cause.

As per his advise we left the books to be taken to the children home by the Sisters who visit Nirmal Hriday twice every day.

We came back with a feeling of witnessing God's handiwork and were overwhelmed with gratitude for being alive, healthy with a roof on our head and food in our mouth.

I realized how lucky we were and also how selfish. I do not know how but soon after the visit my husband decided to quit drinking and I took him to my doctor uncle who helped him in his effort. Now he is a teetotaller, my daughter an engineer and I retired from the same organization as an Assistant Secretary;all because on the darkest hour of my life I had witnessed a rising sun in a human form.

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WHERE DO WRITERS LIKE ME STAND

2015-02-02T18:50:00.001+05:30

I wanted to self publish my favourite poems for children and contacted a relatively new publisher 24by7 publishing.com

To test waters I first let them publish a black and white book of adult poems "Nari tumi k" and I was satisfied

Next I contacted them and with the proposal of publishing my children poem book with sketches that were made by Sri Tapomitra Bandyopadhyay

They requested me to make it a colored book for which I would have to pay INR 23440/-
And they would provide me

(a) option of choosing my colored cover page created by their inhouse artist from three samples
(b) they would make the sketches provided in mono colors
(c) I was entitled to three to four illustrations proved by their inhouse artist
(d) I would get 10 free copies
(e) 10 colored posters to be displayed by them at the coming book fair
(e) 96 colored personal card for advertisement
(f) they promised to provide two drawings with each poem one by Topomitra and other my colored drawing with computer

And by no means they would take a single step without getting my written consent

What they did

They sent me a printed book without taking my consent about the cover page

Only the sketches were printed while they called for the entire file of computer drawing from me

Apart from the title page and dedication page the whole book was black and white only the first letter of each poem was Red (?)

The title of poems were highlighted with odd colors

One of the poem was incomplete and the next two were totally omitted

This thin book of 92 pages are priced at INR 699/-

After consultation they made some changes like

The pages of the whole book were replaced with lightly colored pages

My colored computer drawings were taken into consideration

All the poems were included

Ten free copies , 96 cards and 10 colored posters provided but unfortunately
they remain unused as they have not booked any stall at the bookfair

In the reprinted book a poem has been unnecessarily edited so that it has become meaningless and a jargon of unrelated words

The book is still priced INR 699/-

By the way this is my seventh selfpublished book

Where do writers like me stand

HAPPY ENDING WITH LOVE

2015-01-16T21:22:00.001+05:30

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A BAGGOUT CONTEST ON VALENTINE DAY

February 14 is considered as Lovers Day all over the world but I do not know why this day should be linked to Romantic boy- girl love. Love to me is next to God and the best example of Love is that between a mother and child. I am sure saint Valentine , if alive, would happily agree with me in this regard.

So today , I would beg of Him to give unending power to make the last day happy and painless for my niece Mantu , who is in tremendous pain both physical and mental, with fourth stage cancer, suffering terribly , knowing her days are only numbered.

Whenever I talk to her and her mother over iphone and see each other in "face time" my heart breaks into thousand pieces and feel like crying out loud but I remain quiet and show I am cheerful and know she would survive , with some miracle drug.

Mantu asks " Mashi please pray for me" yes dear of course I say.
Mashi I want to see you- and I smile and say of course dear we are going to meet soon.
She stays with her mother in New Jersey and when she says "Mashi I would like to come to India and meet all my cousins" I almost gulp down my tears.

Now that I am supposed to get every power to make some one I know to have the greatest ball on this Valentine day, I would chose Mantu and like the fairy God Mother make her look as beautiful as I have seen her before cancer, make her wear beautiful dress like Cinderella, and make her enter the most gorgeous ball at New Jersey City.

People will look at her and wonder who the fair lady is, eligible bachelors will fight with one another to have a dance with her and the best of the young men will get a chance to look at her eyes and Whisper "I Love You" , a word she has not so far heard and will never hear again. The evening will pass like a dream and Mantu will forget everything about her illness and look into the young man's eyes and say I Love You too.

At the stroke of midnight God would make her sleep forever with the belief firm in her that she is cured and in Love and her charming Love is taking her to Heaven for ever.

If and only if I could have the power to change one day in the girl's last days , this is it.

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wedding planner for Raima from BAGGOUT

2014-08-07T17:45:00.003+05:30

Proud to be a wedding planner for a few aspects of Raima Sen’ marriage (entirely imaginary)

Proud to be a wedding planner for a few aspects of Raima Sen’ marriage

After Band Baja Barat my interest in arranging marriage became an obsession and I got quite a few opportunities at home meaning our extended family of uncles aunties nephews and nieces and their wedding arrangements were gladly handed over to me and I managed them with aplomb ofcourse with the help of others

But I never expected anything like this when my girlhood friend Ragini called me up with a proposal to manage the wedding of her cousin sister Raima Sen. Yes you have rightly guessed the Tollywood screen queen Raima sen .

First thing first and so I jotted out the ‘to do’ list first:
I have to make arrangement of the wedding place and the places where the guests might stay and cars and air tickets to be booked for the guests,

The wedding was scheduled on 24 Number. The climate being perfect we decided to book Echo park at Rajarhat New Town. Those of you who have not yet heard of Echo park must come at Kolkata and enjoy a few days at this part pf the mega city absolutely green calm and beautiful with water bodies gardens and small attractive cottages to put up. Also the Vedic village at the same area.

After the selection of the place we applied to the West Bengal Govt for the purpose with an undertaking that we would by no means disturb the ecological balance and beauty of the place.
Vedic Village Resort
Rajarhat

We contacted http://www.tripadvisor.com to do the necessary booking.

Then straight away I went and visited the facebook page of baggout.com. Although the bride will have some of her ornaments and sarees from Kolkata’s own Anjali Jewellers and Dhakeswari Bastralaya,
there were plenty of buying to do for fancy dresses, lehenga , salwars, bags, shoes trendy and gorgeous jewellery, and also gifts for the guest and where else to go than baggout.com.
I give below links of some retails shops at baggout that were offering best deals and I picked up some ravishing dresses for the wedding

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And here are links of particular products from the shops:

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Now I give you links + images of some more beautiful dresses:

I visited Jabong at baggout and here are some examples of exquisite dresses that would look fabulous on Raima.first I picked some dresses like
from shop clues.com I chose beautiful

Raima wanted some fancy American diamond sets and I visited bagggout and found what I wanted from Shopclues.com where there is Upto 3.0% Cashback on all purchases, here is one or two photos for the interested

I selected two to three shopper from baggout for flower decorations at the different occasions at the wedding , here are a few name for
reference which I verified offer much less rate from other shops at
floweraura.com , Crazy Florist, Crafts villa, and on most purchase there was heavy discount

Raima is a very kind person and she wanted dresses and sarees for all her staffets and I to baggout and picked up quite a few at reasonable price. Readers may visit baggout.cpm and search for Platinum Saree-Traditional Stone Gren Art Silk Saree, PSC030A INR 1230/- as an example. I am sure you will be awed to find so much variety at the same place without going out at all.:D

Then I came to the most important purchases to be made, sherwanis, shirts, casuals and a lot for men. In baggout I went to craftsville and chose some cufflinks, eg for casuals, formals, shoes etc I selected items from ENSEMBLAME Van Husain

There was an ongoing deal at baggout for grooming (http://baggout.com/category.html#category/men/grooming/-) and I selected all that were needed for the groom at a low cost.

Sarees, dresses, shoes, jewelleries and florist taken care of I had to think of the most important aspect and that is lighting and food and so I had to visit baggout once again.

I was so tired by then, I thought I must take a nap for, FOOD for breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner for the whole ceremony was too big a task to handle and I dozed off and in my dream I called up Grand Hotel to make all the arrangement, for though, I could arrange from baggout,pizzahat.com, and a few other places, but I wanted to be safe and sure in this respect.

Forgive me BAGGOUT,in this count

2014-07-19T11:31:00.002+05:30

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2014-07-17T17:22:00.001+05:30

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MOTHERS -U MUST TEACH YOUR SON TO RESPECT WOMEN

2014-06-07T17:39:00.002+05:30

It has become a past time for men of all age and from all backgrounds to molest or rape women . In a crowded public place, public transport and ofcourse on lonely places.Tthis has become a menace and is growing uglier day by day.

I remember once when I was young and was travelling in a crowded minibus , seated cramped up at the back seat. two gentlemen sat on either side and on my left side an elderly gentleman was sitting hunched up and tightly clutching his briefcase on his chest. After some time I felt something hard pursing against my left breast and I tried in vain to move and thought it must be the edge of the briefcase and I looked down and found that the lousy old man was stealthily touching my breast with his fingers hidden from others behind his briefcase.

I always react instantly without giving a thought where I am ,and thankfully my stoppage was coming near. I looked at the man and shouted, It was your fingers that were touching me! I thought it was your briefcase. What a same, you old hag, doing such nasty thing in a crowded bus. I warn you, don't ever dare to do this in future. I said this because, both of us boarded the bus together from the starting point at our place in Lake
gardens.

Then I looked around and saw pairs of disapproving eyes of the fellow male passengers on me, trying to say, how unladylike like and that too, to a elderly man; as all men tend to believe that women react on flimsy ground on touching them unintentional on a moving and crowded vehicle.

Then their disapproval turned to first disbelief and then to a glare when they looked at the gentleman in question. The lousy man was trying to pacify and silence me by gesticulating with putting his fingers on his mouth. His fearful expression and begging eyes exposed it all.

But it was a good thirty years earlier. Now a days they do it before all and if any girl try to object they just leer and jest or on worst case molest her farther.

Have you ever thought why the society is going down hill so fast.

I can only ask the girls, would be mothers and mothers to teach their sons to respect women. Even one boy tought is a step forward

Flipkart evouchers are a sham!

2014-06-07T17:13:00.002+05:30

Recently I received an e-voucher for INR 500 from baggout.com for as a gift for a write-up. I was so happy and went to flipkart home page. I have been buying for flipkart.com for quite a long time and always found them prompt and easy to purchase.

But this e-voucher made me run from pillar to post in the web to buy something of my choice and always coming back to a stumbling block which says this voucher is only applicable to the WS retail seller. I wasted four days searching for WS Retail stores and then for something to buy with 500/-. It was such a frustrating experience that the joy of winning the e-voucher just vanished and I decided to forget about if. But then I came across an article which expressed exactly what I felt and I give below the link and also the a copy of the article just to warn my fellow bloggers not to fall into this trap.

But I must say the baggout people were very nice and have agreed to send me a cheque instead.

http://www.potofthots.com/2014/04/flipkart-evouchers-are-a-sham.html

Flipkart evouchers are a sham!

You might know the WS retail is flipkart’s own seller (flipkart itself). Flipkart evouchers/gifts are applicable only on product whose seller is WS retail. When a person goes to Flipkart to buy something, it is because there is a clear intent to buy something ( that item of interest). Or let us, for the sake of argument, say that a user might just browse the flipkart website to see if there are any good offers or something new has come up, which one might buy. So, we agree, irrespective of the which case one fits into, that it is the object or “thing” that one is focused on and not the seller who is gonna ship it to you.

With that case in mind here are the problems:

1. there is no way for a user to search for a particular product AND shipped by a particular seller. So what I have to do is look for a product and then go through each of the product description to see who the seller is. Coz’ if I want to use the flipkart gift card or evoucher I have to make sure that this particular product of interest is shipped by WS Retail. This is a pain.

2. By the time you go through all the product details to find that particular item shipped by WS retail in particular, one is fed up and forgets about the item of interest. And starts looking for a way to access all the items sold by WS Retail, perhaps one might find some items (that WS retail ships) that might of interest to him/her. But there is no way to browse all items by a particular seller. Again, a pain.

I wanted to buy a cycle helmet and a tupperware lunch box, both are available but not sold by WS retail. So I couldn’t user the flipkart voucher. Now I’m in the mode of searching anything sold by WS retail (even if it is of no use to me) to use the gift vouchers on.

It has been a terrible experience trying to redeem the “flipkart” evoucher on flipkart!! It would be fair to name it “WS Retail voucher”!! Flipkart evouchers are white elephants!

When Alice came to BAGGOUT

2014-05-25T18:04:00.000+05:30

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When Alice came to BAGGOUT

Alice came out of her wonderland, wiser, happier and exhausted. Oh mom what a dreamland it was, so full of excitements, I have started missing it already, she put out a hand to her mother, can you take me somewhere more interesting !

Of course dear, said mom.

Mom, you are kidding,

No dear I am not. Mother took Alice to her bedroom and opened the cover from a brand new computer. She clicked and a screen appeared dancing and blinking

BAGGOUT

Now dear Alice try to find out things that would make you happier, things that would dazzle you, things that you can only dream of and because you have been so good in your Wonderland I am going to present you with your choices:

Alice stared open mouthed at all the shopping centre lists and lost her way once again.

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Alice said Mama I also want to shop some thing for my bed room:

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Mother was lying on the floor fainting from the huge shopping list presented by her exited daughter Alice

Alice sprinkled some water on her face and said mom, cool it, I am not finished yet; we must offer some pizza for dinner and lots and lots of other things and mom , it won't hurt your pocket much, there is attractive discount on every purchase and even cash back guarantee. Think mom, we don't have have to go shopping from shop to shop by foot, you just make the choice and your packet will arrive at your doorstep, without any extra delivery charge, can you imagine that!

Mother looked at Alice with wide eyed disbelief, Alice I only showed you the door but you have discovered another wonderland so easily and so fast. Lets inspect some more and I would like to order a red dinner dress for myself too. :D

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Knowledge is Great

2014-01-17T18:53:00.001+05:30

At the age of sixty plus most people say there is no use in going for further study. Without going into controversy I would say, if there was a course on ‘Personality grooming and etiquette’ I would ,even at my ripe age of sixty six, go for , if there be any opportunity, further study in UK, of course if found eligible . As I am not much acquainted with Universities abroad, I would like go for either Oxford or Cambridge, as these two names carry with them aroma of the British magnanimity and aristocracy .

I was born in 1948 , in independent India which still followed the British culture in general life. British are known for their modesty and etiquette, though with a stiff upper lip, I still long for the goodness morality, and ethics infused in people in British period. My Grandfather was a typical British product which I admired a lot. He did not shout while reprimanding juniors, he possessed enough courage and strength of character and as a General Manager of a Brick Factory in the Santhal area, was revered and loved for his tough but just stance and I am sure he had a lot of British culture in him. British people are known for their justice.

I would not say that I was in favour of the British rule and want it back, or that I am not proud to be a citizen of Independent India. But I think with independence Indian people did not get proper rulers, proper education proper food, clothing and most important respect. The rulers and ruled alike lack proper knowledge and culture.

Grandapa was extremely punctual in keeping time for any appointment, very much a British culture.

I would often see Grandpa waiting for the right ‘Time’ fully dressed up and ready. If he arrived ten minutes ahead of time, he would stay outside and call on the person n the appointed time. I learned a lot from watching him.

If you ask me why do I long for British culture, I would answer, independent India, especially in West Bengal there is no culture at all, either British or Indian. India is a place ruled for several hundreds decades by several rulers.

The lack of any ethical or moral education our children are going downhill along with the society. Politics has ruined the moral and mental health of a generation of people badly. A political party has erased and taken out all moral and ethical values, that they considered old and back dated , but failed to put in new values. Our society is therefore full with young people arrogant, insubordinate, puffing into their elders face and calling it courage. There is no regard in our society today for elders and women, which pains me a lot. They do not follow Vivekananda nor any other religious teachings and knows only one thing :how to break rules and how to make their parent shamefaced.

They kill, rape and loot, they children of well educated and affluent families, as also the vagabonds.

I know I will not be able to teach all of them or bring about a change in the cultural level, but I would still want to educate myself with the best culture of the world (it is my personal opinion) and cleanse myself with the rots and filth with I get with everyday newspapers and television. I would like to educate as far as I can , the young people around me the values of modesty, etiquette and morality.

Of course I have no use to take it to the burning-ghat with me, but would try how little it might be,

To teach children I come across, the value of discipline , uprightness, , etiquette, modesty and ethics.

If only we could make our degenerated society turn into a Utopia.

SANTWANA CHATTERJEE

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The young brave hearts

2013-07-17T23:16:00.001+05:30

Pinky, Tukai, Bablu and Rohan were sitting atop the boundary wall with long faces sad expressionand dangling their feet Bhulo sat on the ground stretching himself out with his face on his outstretched paws time to time raising eyes to watch his human friends and trying to figure out what they were up to. It was Durga Puja and it was the Moha Nabami , only a day was left and all the fun will be over.

Durga Puja as you all know is the ceremonial worship of the mother goddess, and is one of the most important festivals of India. Apart from being a religious festival for the Hindus,people belonging to all different faiths join and enjoy like all Hindus;, it is also an occasion for reunion and rejuvenation, and a celebration of traditional culture and customs. While the rituals starts from Mahalaya, offering prayers to the forefathers , of fast, feast and worship, the last four days - Saptami, Ashtami, Navami and Dashami - are celebrated with much gaiety and grandeur in India and abroad, especially in Bengal, where Dasho-Vuja Devi Durga ( ten armed Goddess) riding the lion is worshipped with great passion and devotion. Ma Durga is the Goddess of Shakti (power) who destroys the demon and devil and makes the world peaceful and happy,

As always It was such fun this Durga Puja , going around the city all four of them in a luxury car Rohan’s parents arranged for them . Yesterday they were taken to South Kolkata and were taken around some very remarkable Puja grounds with innovative pandal ,innovative designs , grand lighting, also there were variety of type of Durga, made by artisans at Kumartoli. They went to some prise winning community pujas among which Mudiali was declared as best puja that year. They went pandel hopping in the morning as at the evening time there would be tremendous rush and it would be difficult to drive the car and the children would need escorts lest they were lost in the crowd

During the Puja through Shasti, first day of Puja to Dashami, various cultural programme were organised by their neighborhood Puja Committee in the evening which extended into quite late in the night. The children were allowed to stay on as almost all elders in every house in the neighborhood were awake and watch it. Last night it was fun as the many parents and elders performed a drama which they rehearsed during the a long period and the drama was a comedy and everybody enjoyed it very much.

Nabami morning the children walked round the neighbouring places and watched puja pandels and idols all by themselves. All of them wanted to make most of the pujas , offering prayers ( anjali) to Durga Ma in the morning , pandel hopping after having lunch at the para puja, during the Durga Puja no one in the neighbourhood cooked at home , as almost all women in every house remained busy with puja work community lunch and dinner were cooked for all residents and it was such a fun having lunch and dinner together and the Prasad , which consisted of khichri, sabjis, paisiom and sweets. These prasads and other food cooked in the pandel always tasted divinely palatable. As if a very large joint family were having food together , the taste and the feeling was so unique that even if these were prepared at home by the same women for their own family it would be a far cry from the community food.

The four musketeers were sad and thinking a way to find some fun before the puja ends. Navami night there was going to be religious concert at the puja pandel and the children were not much interested.

Suddenly Bhulo started to growl in a low voice and gathered himself up on all fours. It was obvious that Bhulo had sensed or smelt something wrong.

The children looked in the direction that Bhulo was facing and found a strange man, unusually tall, walking with a limp in the opposite direction. They could not see his face but watched that man was wearing a chequered blue half sleeve shirt and rotten jeans. They also notice that he had a head full of orange hair, very odd indeed.

Pinky asked Bhulo to calm down and all four of them started following the man, automatically without consulting each other. Suddenly the man looked back and the face had a terrible scar on its left side. The stranger looked back quite a few times to make sure that no one was following and walked for quite a long time covering a lot of lanes and by lanes and suddenly turned left. During the Durga Puja festival the whole of Kolkata and even whole West Bengal, are lighted up with grand decorating lights and music on the air, people come on the street, by car, by bus or simply walk through the street to enjoy the grandeur. At the evening time sound of Dhak , smell of incense lighted by the people dancing before the deity mesmerises the people in all the Puja grounds . Everybody wares new and shiny cloths, and everybody seems happy. And nobody cares about what others are doing.

The children kept a distance and Rohan said " the man is walking towards the Devil Tower!

Really , so odd chipped in Tukai"

Has anyone seen this man before? Asked Pinky?

No- was the answer in chorus.

Pinky stopped and said’ Bablu you go back with Bhulo you are too small for this expedition’.

‘Please didi take me along I will not make any noise I promise’. There were tears on his young innocent eyes. Pinky said okay everybody let us prepare ourselves for a tough journey. Devil tower itself is a devilish place and a satanic man is going to enter it. Everybody cross yourselves and pray to Ma Durga , come what may we will not be scared and will not backtrack

Four musketeers crossed their souls and with closed eyes prayed to Durga ma.

Do you think day light would be fading soon and dusk may come on us in Devil Tower asked Tukai.

People say shady figures are seen there at night and moving lights and moaning sounds comes out from the place. Exclaimed Rohan

Ooops lets go cried the four musketeers

And Bhulo barked excitedly.

Now devil tower was dilapidated bungalow type building with windows and doors closed. There was a huge place at the back which must have been a garden once upon a time but now the garden was covered trees and bushes and creepers, a mini jungle as it appeared to the children .The rusty iron gate at the right side of the building must have been built by the owner to let the cars to be garaged. This passageway however was relatively usable than the building and its unkempt garden.

Pinky and her gang sometimes visited the building and peeped into the rooms with plasters completely gone and cob webs dangling everywhere but they went to the only during day time.

That afternoon they stopped at a distance to guess at which direction the stranger had gone after turning left. The narrow lane went some distance as a dark dirty water body, covered with dried leaves and garbage and water plants fell on the left side, it was a breeding ground of mosquitoes, people said there were rats and may be snakes too, as this water body had no owner , at least not known to the people living nearby, even Pinky’s dadi was not ware about it. The water body ended at a distance and the devil tower stood blocking the lane. It was a blind lane On the right side of the lane there was a huge empty ground rounded off by brick barricade to thwart trespassers. And during the grandeur and light of Puja this place remained dark and deserted.

When they reached the steps to the back door they found marks of fresh footsteps embossed on the dirt. Simultaneously Bhulo gave a snarl.. They quickly went and hid behind the thorny bush. A sturdy man came out and looked here and there and said there is nobody boss it must have been a stray dog and went inside. The gang froze with fear and asked sternly Bhulo shhh., Bhulo who was all alert and tail wagging looked down with tail between legs.

The man with orange hair came out and murmured I am sure I heard voices and looked around and stopped looking straight at the bush and said ‘ look Srikant don’t you think there is something behind that bush.’ Srikant laughed and said check you power boss that is only the shadow; who would come to this goddamned house. ‘

The two vanished into the building and soon came out with helmets in hand . The Boss said, should you put a lock here also, don’t you think that it might draw unwanted attention. After all we are new here and have locked the consignment inside. Srikant seemed apprehensive and with a smirk jerked his shoulders and said “as you wish Boss.

The two went out strolling as if they were lost and looking for a particular address. The children sat there huddled even ten minutes after they were gone and then tip toed up the steps and went inside looking for a locked door.

The children wandered from one room to the other and found nothing suspicious until they heard the faint bark of Bhulo upstairs. Though it could not be seen from outside the building had a room up the starecase.. They quickly went up and found Bhulo barking from behind the closed door. They were baffled, how could Bhulo go inside a room locked from the outside. Oh my, exclaimed Tukai look there is a window. They all ran to it and got the shock of their life, Bhulo had entered the room through an open window. Day light was fading and it was already dark inside the room but they could easily figure out that four children were sitting on the floor with their back on the wall;. They opened the door easily as it was shut by only a latch from outside. As they came nearer they saw four children were huddled together with their mouth gagged and hands and feet tied. They looked terrified, hungry, dirty and dishevelled. Pinky and friends hurriedly took out their gags but the children did not make a sound. When goaded by Pinky and the group they opened their mouth. They were from poor families in villages and they had been handpicked by the duo with a promise to provide jobs at big cities. They had also given some money to the hapless parents as advance salary.

The oldest among them was a girl about ten , who said that these two people were crooks and they were going to sell them like cattle to strangers. Already two children were sold to an Arab but the sheikh did not want to by the reaming at a time as that might raise suspicion. A small boy held out his palm and there were fresh marks of burn made by lighted cigarette butts, a punishment for crying out loud.

Don’t they give you food and water

Tukai asked as the children looked famished. They gave us one bun each at morning also a bottle of water. They did not give any food now also.
If they come tonight they might get some food otherwise they would have to starve

Babul started crying at these words

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The children said they usually come back at about 10 in the night.

How long have you been here, Rohan asked

They brought us hear on the Austomi night

Pinky stood up and said don’t waste any time we must run for a safe place , the captives were extremely nervous and though they were free of the shackles they wobbled while trying to stand up and take a step or two. They all started towards the door and their stood the man with orange hair; he had a gun in his hand pointing at Pinky. The sturdy man also had his gun pointed at the children.

Surprised! Said the Orange head with a smirk. You thought you would outsmart us. You stupid pigs you have walked into our trap. Why do you think the front door was kept open and unlocked?

Heh Srikant , said boss we have got special food to offer to the Sheikh, they are fat and ripe and would fetch a fortune. The two men laughed a menacing way there teeth showing , body shaking but there was no sound coming out.

Srikant call up Rehman, tell him about the new items and ask him to come early. The neighbourhood people would soon find out that their kids are missing. We should make the deal by 8.00 pm. The concert programme at the puja ground will be over by 10 pm. So they will find about the missing children by half an hour later. We should clear out of this place by 10 at the latest.

Yes boss, Srikant showed his dirty yellow teeth and dialed the number.

Bhai, the consignment is ready; you have to come early as delay may spoil the goods, he spoke over the mobile.

He listened to the person at the other end and said, this time we are delivering excellent goods and the price would be higher I tell you.

Bablu tugged Pinky’s top Pynki looked down and he whispered Bhulo is not here!

The fat man noticed him and gave him a hard slap on his face - Did I said no talking, no sound, forget and get a slap as reward and laughed his soundless laugh. Tear drops started falling down his chubby cheeks and he wept silently while Pinky sat down and comforted him and noticed a bluish red mark on her brothers, cheek and glared at the villain.

The man took a step forward at thundered- look down you bitch, don’t ever show me your red eyes or else ... He did not finish and put the nozzle of the gun on her forehead. Bablu clutched at his sister, Tukai and Rohan came closure and guarded their friend.

The two men found it funny and punched each other playfully but did not take away their guns. He again put his gun on Pinkys forehead and said Jhansi ke rani eh.. Where are your soldiers ... These monkeys/? and pointed to her friends. Strangely Pinky did not feel scared but felt anger and humiliation boiling inside.

You call yourselves brave- you are like rats who come on the sly, and slap children’s .Ma Durga will destroy you. Anger overtook her fear and she stood erect and tried to take away the gun from his hand. There was a scuffle Pinky surprised the man and a shot went out of his gun and hit the window pane broking the glass as he fell down on his back.

All the children started crying and a hell of a
Pandemonium broke out , children started running helter smelter, the noise reached out side, some passerby’s stopped and looked here and there to find origin of the gunshot.

Suddenly Tukai shrieked , here is a strange orange porcupine and I have stepped on it’ for a second there was pin drop silence in the room, then all the children started laughing pointing at his head, bewildered the villain touched his head and it was as bold as a cricket ball, the orange wig was on ground and children started running and jumping on it.

The Orange Head was furious and lifted Pinki up by her hair and slapped hard and shouted at his mate- Srikant finish her off, but as Srikant did not answer he looked back and looked straight into the nozzle of the gun police officer Ramakant Sing pointing at him. Srikant had already been caught and hand cuffed by the second officer. Bhulo came running and jumped at the fat man and surprised, the gun fell from his hand.

Thank your stars children, if Bhulo did not come in time and forced us to follow him , you might have died or been sold. Pinkey and her friends took Bhulo in their laps and gave him a thousand hug.and Bhulo put his tounge out licked them and smiled a happy smile.

That night all the children had a disturbed sleep often waking up and crying save us, don’t hit and their parents sitting by them put them to slip cajoling and reassuring.

On the last day of final day of Durga puja, vijoya dasami, women put vermilion on the deity and put vermilion on each other. All the women wore white sari with red border which they kept for this day when they bade teary goodbye to Durga while immersing her on river Gangal and chanted ‘come back next year’.

The community members embraced each other and distributed sweets among themselves as a ritual

The four captured children had slept well, washed themselves and had put on new clothes presented by the puja committee.

On dasami or dashera there was a programme where pop singers were invited to perform on the stage.

Everybody was present and the singers were coming up the stage when Rothin Uncle, the president of the puja committee took up the mike and asked everybody to sit down and keep silence. The Officer in charge of Police Station joined him.

He took the mike and addressed the gathering

On the Navami Puja there were four brave children who dared to catch two very notorious crooks that were connected with child trafficking gang and helped police to catch and bust their nefarious activities without thinking about their own safety. With their help four poor children from rural Bengal were freed from their clutches and would be handed over to their parents. The puja committee jointly with the police are presenting bravery prizes to them and proposing their name for Presidents bravery award. It is a fitting act on the day of Vijoya Dasami, the day of Victry of good over evil.

Everybody screamed and clapped the four rescued children, now clean and with new dresses danced with delight,

But we have not mentioned the bravest and cleverest of the gang- Bhulo. If Bhulo did not come running from the devil tower and insisted the police officials should follow him, by pulling him by his shirt sleeve and guided to the devil tower, we might have lost our children.

At First The Police Officer wanted to ward off Bhulo, as he tore his new shirt by tugging at it, but constable Ramdin recognised him and told “Saab, something must be wrong, I know this dog and his master. “ and convinced the officer to follow Bhulo, and had to run hard because Bhulo kept running at a high speed, looking back now and then to be sure that hey were following him.

Everybody cheered and clapped while Rohan, Pinky , Tukai and Bablu were presented gift boxes and Bhulo with delicious dog treats and new and shining ball to play with.

The children cried Jai Ma Durga and the whole ground full of spectators shouted Durga Ma ki jai. It seemed the spirit of good souls cried together and the sky and air joined to hail the Devine Shakti, which prevailed over evil.

রাখে হরি মারে কে /who can kill him whom the Almighty protects

2013-04-21T20:18:00.001+05:30

রাখে হরি মারে কে /who can kill him whom the Almighty protects

I, being slightly anxiety prone my family including myself try not to take seriously my complaints about various aches and pains.

For may be 6/7 years I was feeling intermittent pain in the chest followed by heart palpitations but the local doctor assured me that the pain was due to acidity and palpitation due to anxiety prescribing antacid and mild sleeping tablets’ he doctor every time took ecg test . report of which was normal

On first and second February, 2013 nights the pain became acute accompanied by breathlessness. At about noon time next day, i.e 4^th February I realized the excruciating pain could not be due to acidity over and above I was almost chocking with breathlessness; my husband immediately tried to take me to some renowned hospital but I realized I could not survive more than ten minuets and he took me to EEDF (Sree Aurobindo Sevasadan) quite well-known health care centre in our area.

The ordeal started immediately. I was asked to sit on a chair while they started completing their formalities with my husband. I was gasping for air sitting helpless and (almost a scene from. Munnabhai MBBS) some sensible soul ordered to take me to the ecg room and there i was forced to lie down while they were preparing me for the test, with all the strength i sat up and pushed the dumb head but another fathead came and tried to pin me down the bed - how could they complete the test with me struggling and in a sitting position foxed me even in my desperation. Any way I was again moved to the reception room and I cried with all my strength - I am dying .I can not breathe. for gods sake give some medicine" and some one put two pipes in my nostrils and carried me to the ICU where despite the chill I started perspiring profusely and the resident doctor exclaimed -you are soaked in sweat you should have come earlier .

That night the doctor came looked through my patient file and started filling the goiter on my neck with gleaming eyes instructed his junior to make an usg of it. Immediately despite my poor health condition, I protested and explained I am under treatment of a specialist. The doc argued some more and left my cabin. That evening usg was done of my abdomen and lower and upper abdomen.

Next morning doc told his junior to make a radio active scan of my thyroid gland and again we had an argument and he gave a lot of unpleasant lectures unsolicited advices and . I asked my husband to instruct the doctors not to interfere with my thyroid gland which is under an able hand. He said that he did not whoever advised me whatever, according to him – the thyroid gland should be operated immediately.

The doctor also declared I was fit and now should be transferred to the general ward, where I found an extremely narrow cot covered with dirty and torn bed sheets.

On the third day they remembered that doc also instructed to make an echo cardiogram and luckily the nurse said the doctor who does it was still present in his chamber. The doctor was not a female but to my utter embarrassment the nurse opened my shirt - echo done the doctor seemed worried and I asked was there any problem with my heart and he said yes and i would tell your doctor.

Doctor came that day in the evening and as usual went through my file and declared that as I well enough and should walk in the corridor for some time. I asked when would I be released . He said " considering the extreme pneumatic and serious condition of my lung atleast another week . unless of course if I could make a hospital like condition at home (sarcasm). Then I asked " doc have u seen my echo report?" And he was surprised ‘was an echo made and when and where is the report’. I pointed to my patients file. One look at the file he started shouting where are your earlier echo reports and wont take my word that it was never done. And shouted at me - bring all your earlier prescription of your general physician and I asked- “ if you let me I can go home and bring them. “The glum doc instructed his junior to star giving me medicines for giving vig lasix . cardece etc and left in a huff.

I called home and asked to take me to any other hospital. My daughter in Singapore already asked her father to take me to belle veu clinic and the next morning they asked EEDF to release me and by noon I was wheeled in to belle veu clinic. I felt like I have come from hell to heaven. the doctors nurses, all staff are so caring and efficient. That evening they again made ecg, echo cardiogram and chest x-ray.

Next morning the doctor informed me and my husband that. I went through a heart failure because my heart cannot pump more than 32 % while normal healthy heart should pump 72%. That very morning they made an angiography and informed my heart muscles have become slack and it is a condition called “ dialated cardio myopothy , Grade III mitral regurgitation “ and there is chest infection which can not be called pneumonia by any stretch of imagination. Now I am under their treatment and released after three days but have not given fit certificate and with bed rest instruction.

There is a saying in Bangla “raakhe Hari mare ke” who can kill any one , the Almighty protects .

God has given me my life back but think of the others who come there for treatment but are treated like rats and ginny pigs and fleeced. I had to pay thirty thousand+ for their incorrect diagnosis horrible emotional harassment by the doctor. Our society is full of poor people with little education and lacking in courage to oppose hospital doctors , who they look upto as their saviors . Who do not know how to protect themselves from this wolves, who would not flinch to take all your organs and money out if it suits them.

Name of the doc is TK Bannerjee

PERFECT LOVE

2012-11-23T12:24:00.001+05:30

PERFECT LOVE

I saw him walking away with long resolute strides, unknowing and oblivious of his shadow , of golden pink of the western sky, permanently lighting my being, the mist of a winter evening clouding my eyes, the soft scent of PARIJAT (Flower of Paradise) blocking anything unpleasant and my heart was crying with ecstasy - I am in love, I am in love , I am in love.

I gazed lazily over the fresh green leaves after the sudden rain, the long winding path that vanished with him, filling me with acute longing bordering on pain- and I the sky, the trees , the birds all crying in unison- you are in love, you are in love , you are in love.

You are here and i was looking all over the house- i looked back at my husband , the boss in office and home alike, where is my towel I am getting late- how funny , how ordinary and how awfully smug, the towalia lao type.

But strange was my response even to myself ,as I found myself smiling at him with indulgence and went back into the confines of the four walls more as a caring mother than a wife.

Yes, ten years of our marriage was fruitless, Mohon, being the successful business man head over heels in love with his work, his day and night devoted to Lakshmi and Ganesha, happy and content to have a pretty wife competent to run the house single handed. And I Sarita was happy to be the mistress of a grand villa at the outskirts of kolkata, a well fed, well looked after ornament in it. Apart from business Mohon was also a dutiful husband.

I was busy looking after my villa, my terrace, my garden and my ornaments and never piped into my heart, my thirst for a violent love, drowning me into the strong currents and waves of the rough sea, satisfying my emotion and imagination. I sighed at the rainbows on the distant sky ever expanding and infinity, i was mesmerised with the buds on the bushes happily blowing itself into a flower, i marvelled at the birds for being eternally happy to sing at the world, the eternal love that Nature was filled with.

I failed to pick up the poetry book on the mantelpieces and just dusted and put it back in its place, i looked more into the television at the unending and tiresome serials than at the landscape outside- in a word I was tuning myself into machine –the ideal house wife.

Last week when Mohon started for his business tour of one whole month, I looked into his book case and was startled to find in such a poor state, dust lairs have blocked the cover page, one by one I turned the leaves and in horror found the words being eaten by worms. I picked up a hard cover book with the title “Paradise Lost to Paradise Regained”. It was a book gifted by father when I was still a school girl; I wondered how it intruded in to Mohon’s bookshelves.

My mind went back to twenty years when one day father came home with a pink book in hand and came to my bedside, I was down with jaundice and bored and lonesome as I was confined to my bed, away from my school, friends and siblings. Sarita, always remember there is nothing like a good book for our companion, when lonely and bored. Child, I want you to develop an interest for reading good books, anything from poetry, novels, journals, anything to occupy your mind and brain from being vain and shallow.

I shied and searched the selves for books, good books and thus I met Parijaat. Thank you baba I said.

Parijat came with all his strength and weaknesses- with all his sense of beauty, laughing at the worldly thing; he came like flood and washed away my loneliness, bitterness and apathy. He took me by my hand and together we toured the world of poetry, filing my days with his benediction of Tagore and Shakespeare, of Sunilda and Shakti Chatterjee, Wordswoth and Keats hand in hand we entered into the world of Pagla Dasu and Alice forgetting our advancing ages, and Nischintapur , laughing and crying with imagery. Parijaat took me in his bosom and I cried after a long dry spell, which melted the ice grown hard and cold and blocking fresh winds from the wonderland. Alice was as loving and forgiving as ever, and Dasu as funny. How could I have forgotten you all , amazed at my own clumsy ways, I took Parjat by hand and ventured into his Nischintapur, a place where the age stops growing at twenty seven, where nothing matters so long you are true to yourself, eternally peaceful and poignant with possibilities, a place next to Heaven.

Our nights we spent together seemingly two but body and soul we were the same. For a whole week he stayed with me, singing and dancing along, looking at the mirror for an eye-catch, for our eyes could never meet. For a week we ran with the breeze, we drenched ourselves in the rain, tugged along together in the desert wind and embracing each other as if there will be no tomorrow.

Parijat opened the door of the gigantic cage of my collection of precious and rare birds, I was proud of and a must see to all my guest. Are you sure, they can still fly, I was hesitant. Let them die in freedom rather than live a life in captivity, is all he said.

We were standing together on the portico -expecting Mohon back any time from his tour , a month has gone in a flash, savouring the last moments together. I looked inside my heart and bed him goodbye, he came out and stood in front with his back facing me, I must leave you and I laughed nervously and cried - must you -can we not stay together? I knew we cannot- he is part of me- he is a fragrance of Parijaat the flower from no-where , he can not stay with a businessman and his dutiful wife and her proper ways.

So he went away with my imagination but instead filing me up with Love, where there is no body , no entanglement no bindings

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I laughed and cried with ecstasy I have found my Love and my whole world laughed and cried - you are in love .

STAR JALSA SERIALS

2012-08-11T10:17:00.002+05:30

.MAA (a tv serial running for years in Star Jalsa) with ALL its actors is quite old now but the imbecility of the makers is growing STRONGER AND STRONGER. I am really at loss, how can a so called family with retired judges and lawyers and others educated persons have not heard of a DNA test. It is shamefull to see people of our educated society to be so naive as to accept a bride who is switched in between the marriage and still accept it is as legal and are totally unaware of the law of the land.

It is further awfully sadistic to continuously project a child who was kidnapped , going through all shorts of tortures even by her own family, who refuses to accept her as their own and use her first as maid, then hand her over to the police as a thief and lastly while the grown up girl finally finds a reasonable , intelligent and loving forster mother , to force her to opt out of the grand marriage that her forster mother arranges for her in the middle, and sneak in their own child.

All through the serial had been a mental torture to the viewers, mostly children (including my own grandchild) and uneducated mass, including my own helping hand who comes from the slums.

These BLOCK HEADS should be taken to task for polluting our society with wrong notions of ethics and morality. As it is we have more illiterate viewers in city and suburbs who take it as acceptable .

In a bid to carry on with the show, they project weakness and submissiveness to wrong doings as an attribute and take the child, now young girl, almost to the alter of godliness in her abject submission to coercion , wrongdoing , blatant misconduct and lies . It appears that they are tryin to send a message girlchild/woman should sacrifice and sacrifice and suffer in silence to get a GREATEST WOMAN award from the society. It is absolutely disgusting. I am really worried of the future of the children of our society, who might accept it as heroism and true, just like our by gone era of satidaha and perverted notions of the IDEAL WOMAN by the patriarchal society.

We should teach our child that no character is ABSOLUTE BLACK OR WHITE. We should encourage and help them to determine what is wrong and what is right. The majority of our society is below poverty level and they do not have much luxury except a community tv to watch. We are duty bound to educate them through media .

The media is responsible to send right message and educate people and not mislead uneducated people and children to become victim of intellectual pollution.

2012-06-22T21:00:00.001+05:30

After the Amri fire incident and arrest of the Directors

2012-04-17T14:34:00.000+05:30

After the Amri fire and arrest of the Directors, who belong to the elite and rich business class, media, controlled by businessmen have taken a pole-vault . It is so sudden and so obvious; it does not call for much intelligence to understand the altered scenario.

But the fight here is between the elite and the non-elite, the rich and the not so rich, between the educated and net savvy and illiterate, between the well-fed and the hungry , which constitute the majority population in West Bengal, thanks to the previous Government.

Mamata Banerjee has made it a habit to offer comments on serious issues without checking out the veracity. She, for her own benefit, should refrain from speaking out before going through the facts.

When the then Chief Minister Jyoti Basu remarked off handed and callous, “ why did she went there and so late in night’( oto raat a okhan a jai kano?) referring to the heinous, brutal. Infamous and fatal rape case in Bantala, the reporters just looked the other way, because they were scared stiff to protest. Both the lady and the culprits belonged to the same political party. And now that democracy rules the State and we are free to judge and comment on any matter whatsoever, the media look for the mistakes only. People out side the State and also out side India are fed with the news that influential media houses prefer to serve them with.

They cry hoarse that government libraries are not keeping some particular papers but they never mention that during the left rule, only three party controlled papers were being purchased.

They are so concerned about Damayanti Sen, that perhaps even her family will fall behind in the race; that they are shouting every day to misinform people of West Bengal and outside, that She had been unfairly transferred for the good work done in the Park Street Rape case, presuming at their own sweet will that she did the good job against the wishes of the Government, that fail to mention that she has been promoted along with other IPS officers (60 ) and transferred to other departments, which is the sole prerogative of the Chief Minister.

It is a sad affair, as people of West Bengal , has brought her in. They are looking up to her for development, which touched the nadir recently, to take the poor and illiterate mass towards new highs. The media houses are looking after the interest of a handful of rich and influential and not the mass.

But we should be happy that such people are fewer in number and can only try to malign the present Government with malicious news feeds and articles. But the truth will prevail and the common people of West Bengal will win .

Feline kindness

2011-11-03T19:18:00.000+05:30

Feline kindness

My young friends, by this time you must have become familiar to Pinky and her myriad adventures with Tukai, a friend, Babloo , her little cousin brother and Bhulo, the famous pet dog. To day I would rather tell you specifically about the adventure of her pet Bhulo, and not of his master.

It is necessary that I give you a background on Bhulo. Exactly a year and half ago, Pinky found a squeaky and shivering little puppy at their garden gate, in the wee hours of a winter morning. The poor puppy, it seemed, was left there by some cold and unkind soul all by itself, alone, hungry, shivering and scared. It was a cute little puppy with soft brown hair all over the body with only a patch of white on its forehead and ears, with black marble like eyes and a pink nose. Pinky picked it up in her two soft palms and cradled it to her warm and kind bosom. It was love at first sight on both sides. The puppy was given both a name Bhulo and a home, was taken well by the members of the family and was added as one of them. But Bhulo took to Pinky as its master and would always follow her, wherever she went. Bhulo was a spoilt and naughty puppy and often got scolded for mischief. Bhulo seemed to like it that way and did not try to mend its ways.

Pinky and her family lived on the outskirts of the city of Kolkata, at fringes of the city to be exact. The lane on which their two stories house with a small garden stood, was named Duttapara . It was an old locality , the families were known to each other as the children grew up together more as a joint family. Most of the families lived there by generations together and though they were not poor, some of them were quite well off, but there was a very strong and healthy fellow feeling amongst them. They celebrated Eid, Christmas or the Pujas as if , all belonged to the same religion, same conviction, same faith. On one side of Pinky's house lived Tukai with her family and on the other side there was a posh big bungalow, the occupants being rather snob putting- their- nose- in the air- type. The family comprising of the father, mother and a twelve year old son, moved in the locality about six months back. Others in the homely and friendly neighbourhood , after one or two efforts, stopped trying to be intimate and kept their distance, much to the relief of the Roys, as they were called. Mr and Mrs Roy were seldom seen in the open except getting in or out of their car. They had a son about twelve years old, who was not allowed to mix with the middleclass children in the locality, who attended a Public Boarding School some where which the people of the locality were not aware of. Nobody even knew what was the name of the boy and he was avoided by all and sundry, during the long holidays, that he used to spend alone in their huge and well decorated bungalow. The children of the neighbourhood, including Pinky, Tukai and Bablu also kept a safe distance, afraid of offending the ultra rich..

It was a warm June afternoon, the schools were closed for summer vacation and Pinky, Tukai were playing Chinese Checker. Pinky was way ahead ahead of Tukai, with four of her red pieces already in the opposite triangle. Bablu, who was watching with eager eyes, cheered her every move. Bhulo was sleeping curled up on the divan. Tukai was getting irritated, as she was sure to loose the game and suddenly said “I am not going to play, Bablu is disturbing me ; he his your brother and cheering you only and distracting me. It is not fair” Pinky realized it was true and scolded Bablu mildly. Keep quiet bhai, you are hurting Tukaididi , and why don't you play with Bhulo instead. But where was Bhulo? They all realized that the culprit was away, to one of its naughty adventures. Bablu was sent to find out what the dog was upto and Pinky and Tukai again concentrated on their game. A few minutes later Bablu came dashing in, he was flustered and panting, white in the face and could only utter come come save Bhulo. Pinky, Tukai and Bablu went running outside, Bablu led them to the back side of their building just outside the kitchen window their stood Bhulo and Tommy. Now you must be asking, who is this Tommy.? So let me give a short introduction of this one eyed fellow. Tommy was the villain and the hero of the neighbourhood cats and dogs. It was a mean and cruel tom cat, viscous and ferocious , clearing away all its rivals from his hunt for food. In the beginning it had to fight a lot to establish its supremacy and in the process lost one of its eyes but it was successful in cowering down all the rising rebellious tom cats before him. The lady cats looked up to him as a hero and gave it a lot of adoring and respectful look and ofcourse the tom cats hated him.

Bhulo in his own, was an extremely friendly dog and all loved him for this and he had an easy access to every house in the neighborhood excepting the Roys, next door. But he was extremely jealous of his territory and would not allow any sort of intrusion in the form of birds or animals. He would bark away the crows that would like to sit and create nonsense on the bushes in the garden. He would bark and chase away any cat, that would dare to enter any part of the house. Tommy was so long watching Bhulo with his mean eye and contemplating an attack. That day Tommy entered their kitchen through the back window and was just landed down with a big piece of cooked fish in his open mouth, when Bhulo confronted him. Bhulo was angry and barked at Tommy in a bid to chase him away. A livid Tommy, visibly angry and disturbed turned to face Bhulo. when the three musketeers reached the spot they found, Bhulo was crouching embarrassingly scared, with his ears and tail down and Tommy was standing with his back raised like an arrow, with hairs standing erect and fangs and nails out , slapping and scratching Bhulo with a paw. Pinky picked Bhulo up and Tukai gave a good hard kick to Tommy and three of them trouped back silently into the safety of their room. Once inside Pinky let Bhulo down on the floor and all three of them glared at him and cried in unison. .”Shame on you Bhulo”. Bhulo crawled under the divan and refused to come out even in the meal time. It was about six months back.

It was now December and schools are closed for Christmas. On a cold December afternoon Pinky and Tukai were playing Snakes and Ladders, with Bablu, as usual, watching with interest and Bhulo curled up on the divan basking under the sun rays coming through the window. Suddenly the three children realized that Bhulo was not in the room. Sensing trouble the three rushed out of the room and searched the garden, but to their dismay Bhulo was nowhere in the house or around it . Three of them ran to every house in the neighbourhood, knocking them out of their afternoon siesta and asked about Bhulo. Every one expressed shock and a good many of them advised to keep Bhulo under chain. Some one said he had seen a corporation pick up van clearing the street of stray dogs. As they never put collar on Bhulo, their heart sank and ran back home to the elders. Monima went to the nearby Corporation office and asked for the address of the dog squad , but came back disappointed, as Bhulo was not to be found there either. That evening gloom descended on Pinky’s house, every body came asking for news of Bhulo, Pinky and Bablu refused to take dinner, and went to bed crying and their hearts broken.

Unknown to them Bhulo was chained and gagged by the big fat bully son of the Roy’s. The Roys had a pussycat and it had given birth to three cute kittens recently. Bhulo was not at all friendly with pussycat and always went after her whenever he found the opportunity, much to the ire of the big fat bully son of the Roy’s. Now though Bhulo was not friendly with the pussycat, having a kind heart, the dog became friendly with the kittens and would often play with them, unnoticed by the two families. The mother cat, sensing affection in her foe, allowed him to play with her little ones. Today also when every body was busy playing and watching snakes and ladders, Bhulo”s sharp ears could catch the playful noises made the kittens on the other side of the building. He came out and sniffed and stood watching affectionately his tail wagging, the kittens playing with a ball of yellow wool. The big fat bully son of the Roys noticed him from his bedroom window and quietly came out with a biscuit laced with sedative. Unsuspecting Bhulo took it gratefully and soon fainted on the ground. Roy’s son put a collar on him and dragged him to the back of their garden. He taped his mount with a big piece of cloth and chained him to a tree and came back to his room satisfied. That day went by with poor Bhulo shivering and hungry and scared, suffering silently, as his senses came back. The three children, their family and everybody in the neighbourhood were extremely unhappy and prayed for the safety of good old Bhulo. Next morning when the three kittens were playing outside, they chanced back to the garden and found Bhulo lying silently. They were too young too understand why Bhulo was silent and lying down. So they came near and started to paw him to wake him up. They looked at his eyes and found drops of water falling. Some how or other these tiny creatures realized their dear friend was in trouble and suffering. They crawled up one by one and tried to tear the cloth that tied their friend’s mouth. Their soft noises attracted pussycat to the scene and she joined in their Endeavour to free their friend It was a heavy task for so tiny kittens and their mother, but God must have helped them in their effort and soon Bhulo was able to bark, and he let out a deep distress call, howling with all his might. His howling came as music to the neighbourhood, the tree children, their family members and all present in the neighbourhood came running and found a heavenly picture. Bhulo was chained to a tree and the three small kittens caressing him lovingly with their mother standing in guard.

Pinky rushed towards Bhulo and loosened the chain giving some relief. The crowd howled together for the culprit. Mr and Mrs Roy came out and was surprised to find a huge crowed in side their compound and called for the darwan. The gatekeeper who was aghast to find out the dirty work of the big fat bully son of his master had let the people come inside and he narrated the incident to them. The parents now felt ashamed too and called out to their son – “Rohan, immediately come outside”. The bad boy was hiding inside but had to come out hanging his head in fear.

Pinky’s Didu was the first to speak “look here boy, you are a human being, but you acted like a mean and cruel beast and put this poor dog to so much torture for your vain pleasure. And these little kittens and their mother are considered as God’s lesser creation; still they have a much larger heart than you. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Monima said “ How could you be so mean, being such a young child”.

The neighbours said “ you should be punished for what you have done”

When Mr Roy started to scold his son, the Tukai’s uncle stopped him and told him that

“ Look here Mr Roy, as parents it is your duty to rare your son as a good citizen, a kind and noble hearted person”. You two are always busy with your work and socialization and do not even spend a day with your only son. You do not how he spends his time all by himself during the holidays and do not even allow your only son to be friendly with any child of the neighbourhood. What do you think your son would do the whole day after school and on holidays, naturally he would do all sorts of mischief as he feels lonely and left out. Our children did not even know what your son’s name is until now and they call him in unflattering names. You should teach him what is wrong and what is right. If you let him keep a cat, teach him how to take care of animals, tell him that it is essential to be kind to animals.” For everybody knew that even the pussycat stayed in their compound, the boy, instead of being kind to her, always played dirty tricks on her.

When everybody was talking, personnel from the local PS arrived and charged the Roy’s for cruelty to animals, which is punishable by law. The Roys apologized profusely and promised to keep an eye on his son’s movements and also that no such incident would happen in future. The policeman called Rohan out and said if he made thirty sit ups holding his ears before everybody, he would let him go this time only; otherwise he would take him to the local police station. Rohan was really scared and Rohan came down timidly, held his ears and made thirty sit-ups to everybody’s satisfaction.

From that day on Rohan also became a member of the gang of three, as they were affectionately called and that day was always celebrated as a day of Feline Kindness and all cats and dogs of the locality were treated to a grand feast of milk, fish, biscuits .

What is Love

2011-08-31T19:03:00.000+05:30

What is love if it does not give you pain,
What is love if it does not make you cry,
The more I love , I miss you more,
And feel incomplete,
Separated and left alone,
I want so much to be one with you
To be inside and not without,
Like the morning sun and its golden glow,
The silver of the moon,
The depth of the see,
And green of the meadow,
The crescendo where pain
Melts in to pleasure,
I want you here in my soul,
A burning desire for
Its own fulfillment,
A happy tune
Melting into sadness,
What is love if it Doesn’t take you
To the clouds in ecstasy ,
Make your heart stop
Once or twice,
Or goad you to fly into the sky,
What is love if it does not make you cry .

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