mercyswords

A tribute to my childhood with Dear Father.

2014-10-30T19:31:00.000-07:00

This evening while going for a walk, the sight of a young child playing with his puppy and his father bringing out a bowl of “Pedigree” for it, reminded me of my own childhood, my pets and my dear father (Deta). It seems time just gone by!! I brood over all the headaches I gave Deta and how he tolerated my irritable ways without grumbling or complaining. I am fond of pets. My childhood memories that I still cherish are knitted with them and Deta. All the “tamashas” I created for my pets, all the torment Deta went through for them, made me realise how much he loved me to endure all of it for me. I would like to share some of those crazy innocent days with you all. Those were the golden days of my life. As I said I had many pets, the craziest pet I had was a duckling. I loved her so much that I named her ‘Kiti’ which sounds similar to my name ‘Pipi’. Kiti and Pipi were inseparable. We grew up together. I felt like a queen when Kiti followed me where ever I went, quacking behind me. I kept her in my room giving her every liberty to do whatever she wished and quack as loud as she wanted. Nothing about Kiti ever annoyed me, but Deta used to get furious seeing the duckling making a mess all around his well-polished house. He threatened to throw both of us out of the house. Several times, he tried to take Kiti away from me. But I held Kiti close and cried many nights, thinking no one loved us, and believing that my Dad loves his house more than me. Finally Deta brought me a puppy and Kiti was sent back to her real mom. I again fell in love with the puppy and named it Niki, again something similar to my name. I made sure Niki bathed in my bathroom with my shampoo and slept with me in my bed. I was always covered with Niki’s furs and Deta used to drag me to the washroom before food to wash me thoroughly with Dettol and to make sure I didn’t swallow Niki’s hair as a side dish. However something happened to Niki which I cannot remember now. After Niki came a kitten. Deta hates cat and I always smiled and cuddled seeing one. I was growing up by then and I named her Noorjahan Hazarika. Noorjahan sounded like my best friend’s name Sabrina who is still very dear to me and Hazarika, was my surname! Deta was furious when he saw her. He actually got violent when he learned her surname and he had a lot of awful days with her. She never stopped meowing, wagging her tail high up in the sky and Deta made her run for her life whenever he saw her. Even in the middle of the night Deta would come to my room, take her out of my bed, holding her by the ears and throwing her out of the house. Sweet Noorjahan would come back to me from the ventilator meowing and again Deta would chase her and this circle would go on and on. From my bed, I used to watch them running around for a while and then I’d go back to sleep. Dear Deta had many sleepless nights over her. Noorjahan went and then came rabbits. Two pairs initially which multiplied very soon and became twelve. I named them all. Sweety, Piki, Miki etc. etc. and strangely I was able to identify each of them by their names. Deta was more relaxed as they neither made noise nor littered his house and they were too smart to let anyone hold them for long. So there was no dragging me to the washroom every day! But every evening Deta and I spent almost an hour running in the garden to catch them all and put them back safely in their little house. As we all know catching a rabbit is a big challenge. Deta did this for me every evening. Sometimes, when dogs barked late at night, Deta (with his long iron torch) and I used to come out in the garden to see if the rabbits were secure. After all these years of growing from an innocent silly girl to a responsible mature woman, when I look back to those days, I wonder how Deta tolerated all those irritations! It must have been arduous for him to have to go through all those episodes especially after a long day at work and with so much to worry and think about! He could have easily abolished all of it in a wink by throwing out that duckling and the cat from the house. Why did he bother to bring a puppy to replace the duckling and why did he care enough to run after my rabbits instead of asking the watchman to do that for me? I asked him the reasons but he told me ‘you will find it yourself one day’ and I did now. He could have easily rejected it all but that would have broken my innocent heart and I would have misjudged him, thinking he didn’t understand or care for me. He replaced the duckling with a puppy to divert my attention and to foster my little heart. Being my partner in taking care of the rabbits, he lived my childhood with me, making me realise that he is always there for me and the bond of friendship and understanding we built, grew stronger over time. By nurturing my childhood with such love and care, Deta taught me the important lessons of acceptance, patience and tolerance for the ones we love. He taught me to accept the things or attributes our dear ones adore and delicately handle situations without hurting their feelings. He also taught me to have the patience to listen or accept things which may be trivial for us but important for the ones we love. It is important to nourish a strong bond with our loved ones to enable us to spend time together and have beautiful memories to cherish as the years goes by. Thank you Deta for giving me such a wonderful childhood, for taking care of my little heart, for being a great partner and for all the lessons you taught me as I was growing. That made me stronger and better every day. You are my Super Hero and my best partner ever.

THE PATH CALLED LIFE

2014-10-27T21:08:00.000-07:00

Walking along this path unknown, I meet many eyes, Some smiles and frowns, Numerous beauties enthral me; And makes me feel blessed to be born. When the path looks hostile, I try to keep my steps firm, With chin high and shoulders strong; I stumble and tumble several times Yet manage to move on. I exude serenity, A pride within me that I dared not give up, Dared not freeze or mourn; And I’m still moving on. I hear vaguely, A maiden’s melodious tune, Like Wordsworth’s Solitary Reaper, A song of ease and contentment; I smile, letting my hair, Dance with the wind; And murmur merrily, rhyming With my unknown friend; And I continue to move on.

Sleepy eyes..

2012-08-11T03:45:00.000-07:00

Night tranquil and serene, And in deep slumber, Lilies in the cheeks, Lips smeared with smile, Why you still awake; What u brooding on sleepy eyes? Dreams laced with golden frills Waiting to embrace, Feathery zephyr caressing With an exquisite ecstasy Why you still lingering What you brooding on sleepy eyes?

A SWEET SUMMER SONG

2011-04-18T09:42:00.001-07:00

When the sun shines high
With its bright golden hues,
Those lovely blossoms when mesmerizes you
With its intoxicating aroma,
Wait for a while and
Sing a song,
A sweet summer song.

When grapes are ripe,
Mangoes sweet and juicy,
When watermelons and pulpy oranges
Quench your thirst and makes you happy,
Squeeze some in your mouth and
Sing a song,
A sweet summer song.

When kids relishes on ice creams,
Vanillas and strawberries,
A chill coke with friends,
Evening music with laughter and chatting,
Cheer with a smile and
Sing a song,
A sweet summer song.

When beautiful night
Comes like a bride,
With romantic moon and the twinkling stars,
Bask in its romance for a while and
Sing a song,
A sweet summer song.

By:
Mercy Gogoi

LIFE IN A METRO_____

2011-03-31T07:45:00.001-07:00

I tried to cover up the key hole with a small piece of paper to prevent the piercing wind from sprouting into the room. Three blankets and a heater still I could not stop the clatter of my teeth. It was peak winter in Delhi and the eve of 2010.
Obliged by the norms of social etiquettes and for the sake of celebration, I coated myself with whatever warm clothes I had, leaving my eyes and nose to see and breathe, we hauled to the party. The vibration of the loud music and the lively crowd made me warm within. To my utter disbelief, I found almost all the women out there in their trendiest outfits revealing their excellent feminine curves. I was stared from my woolen cap to my sneakers by every eye. I badly wished Mother Earth to swallow me or to become invisible like Mr. India. Right then I heard some crackers bursting somewhere and everyone toasted their glass of champagne. A friend came to us and cheered, “Happy New Year, Welcome to Delhi.”
The biggest metro, the hub of opportunities, a place where dreams are fulfilled, we landed here in quest of a better life. We planned to settle down but it was almost a month and we were yet to find a decent place to start with. My mobile was filled with the numbers of property dealers. It became a habit to visit them and go haunt for house. Making holes in our pocket for just two rooms and a hall, which they call 2bhk was incredible for me. Gosh! It was not going to be easy.
First few months were miserable. I came back home almost everyday cheated by the shopkeepers or by the auto pullers. Need not say about the rude tone and the comments. I feel sad to see those congested houses where there is hardly any space for fresh air. And air? It’s more of dust. Most of the people survive on junk foods or a thank you goes to Domino’s and MacDonald. Where you can find youngsters brilliantly westernized with no knowledge of their culture. Where you would not find people sacrificing their seats for their elders. Where you need to be cautious every time someone knocks your door. Where every second there is a murder, a rape or a robbery, where people dies on street but no one cares to wait and help. Where every human being is a machine, trying desperately to achieve a goal, left with no space for feelings. I wondered whether it was a mistake to come here chasing our dreams.
Then came summer with its own charm, with the dust and the heat waves. The long traffic jams, the blowing of horns uncontrollably, the frustrated roadies, the itchy sweating. Really, it was not easy.
Most of the time I became nostalgic thinking about those quite roads embroidered with beautiful tea gardens on both sides, those romantic hill slopes, the comfort of evening tea in our green verandah, the rain that caresses every inch of every leaves, I was really missing my hometown Assam where the air smells lilies.
It was not easy until the time I discovered my objectives, the ways to fulfill my dreams and from then onwards I never got the time to look back or lament on things, which were not easy. I discovered a new me, better and stronger and learned to interpret life with a new perception. The best part of Delhi is that it is a place for everyone, with every opportunity. I discovered a new horizon here. Places like British Council, Delhi Poetree helped mould me. Life of some people inspired me. And to shop in Saroijini Market, Lajpat nagar is just fun. I love those kulfies in India Gate during weekends. Every morning now when I join the crowd on the streets of Delhi, my dreams lead me.
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lets say "I love you" to our beloved in different language..lets fall in love with our sweethearts all over again.

2011-03-31T06:01:00.000-07:00

Say you love him/her in different language....

Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief
Albanian - Te dua
Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)
Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)
Armenian - Yes kez sirumen
Bambara - M'bi fe
Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo baashi
Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu
Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
Bulgarian - Obicham te
Cambodian - Bung Srorlagn Oun (to female)
Oun Srorlagn Bung (to male)
Cantonese/Chinese Ngo oiy ney a
Catalan - T'estimo
Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse
Chichewa - Ndimakukonda
Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)
Creol - Mi aime jou
Croatian - Volim te
Czech - Miluji te
Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig
Dutch - Ik hou van jou
English - I love you
Esperanto - Mi amas vin
Estonian - Ma armastan sind
Ethiopian - Ewedishalehu : male/female to female
Ewedihalehu: male/female to male.
Faroese - Eg elski teg
Farsi - Doset daram
Filipino - Mahal kita
Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua
French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore
Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort
Georgian - Mikvarhar
German - Ich liebe dich
Greek - S'agapo
Gujarati - Hu tumney prem karu chu
Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw
Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi
Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)
Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)
Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw
Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hai
Hmong - Kuv hlub koj
Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta
Hungarian - Szeretlek
Icelandic - Eg elska tig
Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw
Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu
Inuit - Negligevapse
Irish - Taim i' ngra leat
Italian - Ti amo
Japanese - Aishiteru
Kannada - Naa ninna preetisuve
Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
Kiswahili - Nakupenda
Konkani - Tu magel moga cho
Korean - Sarang Heyo
Latin - Te amo
Latvian - Es tevi miilu
Lebanese - Bahibak
Lithuanian - Tave myliu
Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu
Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu
Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni
Marathi - Me tula prem karto
Mohawk - Kanbhik
Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik
Nahuatl - Ni mits neki
Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni
Nepali - Ma Timilai Maya Garchhu
Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg
Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
Pangasinan - Inaru Taka
Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo
Persian - Doo-set daaram
Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay
Polish - Kocham Cie
Portuguese - Eu te amo
Romanian - Te ubesc
Roman Numerals - 333
Russian - Ya tebya liubliu
Scot Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort
Serbian - Volim te
Setswana - Ke a go rata
Sign Language - ,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing 'I Love You'
Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Sioux - Techihhila
Slovak - Lu`bim ta
Slovenian - Ljubim te
Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo
Surinam- Mi lobi joe
Swahili - Ninapenda wewe
Swedish - Jag alskar dig
Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di
Tagalog - Mahal kita
Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li
Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe
Tamil - Naan unnai kathalikiraen
Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu
Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)
Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)
Turkish - Seni Seviyorum
Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu
Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo
Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female)
Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male)
Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu
Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh
Yoruba - Mo ni fe
Zimbabwe - Ndinokuda

Let’s Beautify our inner self..

2011-03-31T02:41:00.001-07:00

We often spend hours making our looks good and appealing. We never hesitate to try out new cosmetics or perfumes or to have a new designer outfit in our wardrobe to add more glow in our appearance. We hit the gym or go for strict diet every time we feel those curves missing. We do so much to be accepted and appreciated. We follow the latest trend, never fail to update our status in the most popular social networking site, never fail to attend a friend’s party; we try to grab as much information as we can to keep pace with the fast moving world. We do everything to be popular and to be on everybody’s good book. But have we ever realized how little we do to our inner self?
The inner self, the real being in us. The person, who we really are, our principles, likes and dislikes, our strengths and weaknesses, our dreams and desires. We are so occupied in fulfilling what the world expect from us that we tend to forget what we really want. At times don’t we feel exhausted and irritated? Don’t we berserk for petty things? Don’t we feel empty within as if something is missing or feel terribly lonely in the midst of the crowd. Yes we all do go through such a phrase at one point in our life. But have we ever thought why we feel that way when everything seems so well balanced and normal? Many times we might have withdrawn the thought, thinking that it’s just a normal mood swing or might have blamed the hectic schedule in life. Well, but the answer lies deep within us. Most of the times we tend to forget the being we really are. We loss the connectivity with our inner self and thus feel lost and empty, similarly as we feel when we miss someone dear or close to us. We often ignore our inner self while concentrating more on our outer appearance. We are unaware of the self who needs our care and attention, which is our real identity. We are ignorant about our strengths and weaknesses which actually help us climb the ladder of success. We seek advice and motivation from others but ignore the best adviser and motivator in us. As we take care of our outer self, it is very important for us to take care of our inner self, to know the person who we really are, to be a better human being and to lead a more meaningful life.

HOW DO WE DO THAT

Meditate

Spend at least 15 minutes alone in a quiet place each day preferably early morning. Close your eyes, relax your body and take deep breathes. Concentrate on the rhythm of air within you. Keep your mind absolutely free from other thoughts. Just try to feel how the air goes in and comes out within you. Plant the seed of meditation and reap the fruit of peace. When your mind is calm and your senses relax, you become conscious of your always-present inner Self.

Get the “Me” time

Make it a point to find at least half an hour exclusively for yourself everyday. Try not to meet or contact anybody during that half an hour. Spend that time alone, enjoy your own company. Do things you love doing the most. Listen to some good music, read or pursue your hobby. It is very important to know how to enjoy one’s own company. If you can’t enjoy your own company, you can’t expect others to enjoy your company either.

Make a list of things you want to do

Write down what all you want to do in your life. The list might be more than twenty points but write down all you want and try to figure out how you can accomplish it. It can be as silly as purchasing a new dress to something as important as going for a dental checkup, to something like pursuing some hobby, reading a particular book or learning a new sport which you long wanted but couldn’t do for the lack of time. Whenever you fulfill any of it, put a tick on it and see how wonderful and satisfied you feel.

Pray and heal your mind

Arrange a small space in your house where you can pray every day. Spend some time thinking about the divine power you believe. Bestow yourself completely on His thoughts. Pray for wisdom and strength. It does magic to the mind, helps you develop a clear insight on things around you. Indeed many things which we shall not be able to discover either by the experiment of works or by the investigations of reason we shall learn through our prayers, by the revelation of divine inspiration.

Read good books

Make it a habit of reading at least few pages everyday. It helps you develop connectivity within yourself. Read some motivational and self development books like that of Shiv Khera, Robin Sharma. It can change a great deal of you for the better. It is said that books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.

Love yourself

Love the way you are, accept yourself with all your flaws, respect your thoughts and feelings before expecting it from others. By accepting yourself and by being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy. Don’t be too harsh on your self to accomplish your goals. As you gift and treat others, gift and treat yourself at times, you worth it the most. Trust me.

Keep smiling

When you smile, the world smiles with you. A smile is something you can't give away; it always comes back to you. And don’t you feel that lightness in your heart? To keep stress at bay, learn to smile at everything and everyone that comes your way and you can see that you actually can rule over any complicacy very easily. Life is like a mirror, we get the best results when we smile at it.

Focus on your strengths

Try to figure out your signature strength. What is that positive quality in you for which you are admired. What makes you unique from others. What gives you ultimate happiness and satisfaction. Try to work on it, enhance it every day. As for example if you are known for your writing or for your painting or any other skill, try to practice it and make it better every day.

Diminish your weaknesses

Learn your weakness and try to find means to diminish it. Don’t panic or curse yourself for it. We all are imperfect beings but we can diminish our weaknesses to a great extend if we really want. We should first know what our weaknesses are, accept it and try to rectify it.

Enhance positivity

Think positively. Try to focus on positive things around you and ignore the negatives. Try to avoid people with negative vibes. Clear your mind from hatred and ill feeling. You will be doing good to yourself rather than to others. To forget and to forgive is to set a prisoner free and to discover that the prisoner was you. Spread love and happiness around. Spend quality time with your dear ones.

Practice writing positive thoughts

Before going to bed, make it a habit of jotting down few good things that happened to you on that particular day. Lay down thinking of it and you will wake up smiling for another such beautiful day of hope and happiness.

Let’s develop our connectivity with our soul and heart and feel the real beauty of this life. As we love our outer self, let’s love our inner self who also requires our care and attention. Lets work everyday to beautify it, to make it more appreciating and appealing, to make life more beautiful and worth living.

That skinny boy..

2011-03-17T10:53:00.000-07:00

Whenever I happen to wait in the traffic point of Moolchand flyover in Delhi, I always see this skinny boy with his chin high, smart and confident, moving from one vehicle to another in the scorching heat with a heap of books heavier than his shoulder, coaxing the passengers for purchasing. Once, I happen to asked him for a book of a particular author. Though he didn’t have it, he gave me three options of the same author. I was surprised by his fluent English. I bought one as a remembrance of this boy. His sincerity and perseverance for his work made me dedicate this for him. It is truly said by someone, no work can define you big or small, it’s the way you do it, makes you big. Hats off to you boy. Good job.

God’s own land….Pondicherry

2011-03-16T04:06:00.000-07:00

Spending a year of my life in this beautiful place had been a great pleasure for me. Right from the amazing beaches, temples, to the mouth-watering dishes, I liked almost everything about it. To chill in the cool beaches of Auroville, Chunnambar and in our all time favorite Rock beach where we had spend most of our evenings sitting on those lovely rocks, watching how the waves dances in its own rhythm was like heaven. And I bet if you are a nature lover like me you will love the boat ride to Chunnambar beach which reminds me of Kerala’s back water ride. You will be overwhelmed to see how elegantly those trees stood on the bank spreading their branches like a garland. Some quite moments meditating in Sri Aurobindo Ashram which is a unique spiritual concept, where you can find immense peace in the fragrance and silence of its divinity is a treat to the soul. It is a quaint, enchanting and fascinating place that greets you with a flavor, which you can’t find anywhere else.
You won’t find big shopping malls or sky creepers but it is a place where nature does its wonder. Often referred to as a little piece of old France in India, Pondicherry has managed to retain its French aura from its delightful restaurants offering French cuisine to streets still bearing French names. You will be amazed to see the French colony in the Mission street where every road is parallel to the beach, crossing each other exactly at right angles and that is its specialty.
Shopping here for me has always been of great satisfaction. I liked to shop in Casablanca, a hub of extensive collection of the best local brands, designers and crafts spread over its three floors. You can find the finest leather goods, pottery and incense here in India. And how can I forget to say about the romantic ambience and delicious sea food of Ajanta and Promenade which is located on the Pondicherry beach road facing the beautiful rock beach. Those were my most wonderful moments.
I can’t help speaking about the rickshaw pullers here whom I loved for their hospitality. They never forget to say a thank you once you pay them their dues. They care little about fashion, yet the people here are so beautiful within. I was once sitting on a beach when two Tamil women came and set next to me. Though I was enjoying the aroma of their gazras , yet I pretended to dig myself more on the pages of my novel. They said something like ‘seri seri nalla book’ and one of them putting me absolutely off guard asked very humbly about the novel and the author. I was ashamed how little I knew about the author compared to those two ladies and I realized, simplicity and honesty is their identity.
I still remember how badly I struggled everyday to communicate with my maid who was a Tamil and who didn’t know any other language other than Tamil. Sometimes when I got tired of using my body language to explain each and everything to her, out of frustration I ended up telling in my own mother tongue adding little Tamil and English in it like ‘nee vanga ellai, naa clothes washa, naa now feeling sick.’ and she very obediently shakes her head with a polite ‘seri’ which means okay. I wonder if she ever understood me.
I remember how I have to mix my English with Tamil to make the layman understand. Whenever I travelled by bus, I remembered the conductor playing Tamil music at the highest volume and in spite of the crammed bus and scorching heat, you will find every passenger tapping their feet or their hands, even the kids looked so happy moving their heads up and down rhythmically. You couldn’t help smiling and enjoying the journey.
I adore how artistically women make rangolis in front of their house every morning. Need not say about the yummy South Indian food specially dosas which is my all time favorite and I felt proud to see foreigners adoring our culture and attire. They look ravishing in gazras and saris.
Before I forget let me tell you about Auroville, a planned village which stands after the name of father Aurobindo. That’s a wonderland created as an experiment in celebrating unity in diversity. You will be mesmerized to see the Matri Mandir, which looks like a big golden globe in the midst of Auroville. It is a place of quite concentration, with 80 settlements and 1500 people engaged in various activities like reforestration, organic agriculture, health care and village development. The shops in Auroville resembles to that of Goa with all colorful foreign garments. It is green and beautiful.
I was enthralled by the purity and serenity one can find in this place. I basked in its spirituality.In this one year I felt blessed. The mysterious blend of culture at Pondicherry, now called Puducherry can never be expressed in words, can only be experienced in body and soul. It is such a harmonious land. Yes it’s truly said to be God’s own land.

HIS LULLABY..

2011-03-12T02:12:00.000-08:00

When I woke up
In the middle of the night
Frightened and frazzle
By some ghastly dream,
I found myself lying
Cozily between his arms.

Listening to his heartbeats,
Feeling his breathe in my skin,
I felt alive.

A drowsy smile painted me,
I heard a sweet lullaby in his beats
Which again drifted me to sleep.
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ways of getting happiness

2011-03-07T07:40:00.003-08:00

WAYS OF GETTING HAPPINESS:

Control Desires
Stay Happy Amidst Sadness

Just Get Happier
Compare Wisely

Remember to Feel Very Happy!
Be Optimistic

Practice Happiness
Choose Happiness Over Money

Talk about Happiness
Like Yourself and Others

Focus on the Body
Make Happiness Your Success

Go on Vacation
Consider Happiness an Obligation

Basic Emotions and Moods Work
See Happiness as the Highest Good

Believing
Invest in Relationships

Choose Your Thoughts Wisely
See Happiness as the Point of Life

Smile Continuously

It was not easy..

2011-03-03T09:20:00.001-08:00

It was not easy..

She tried to cover up the key hole with a small piece of paper to prevent the piercing wind from sprouting into the room. Three blankets and a heater still she could not stop the clatter of her teeth. It was peak winter in Delhi and the eve of 2010.
Obliged by the norms of social etiquettes and for the sake of celebration, she coated herself with whatever warm clothes she had, leaving her eyes and nose to see and breathe, she hauled to the party. The vibration of the loud music and the lively crowd made her warm within. To her utter disbelief, she found almost all the women out there in their trendiest outfits revealing their excellent feminine curves. She was stared from her woolen cap to her sneakers by every eye. She badly wished Mother Earth to swallow her or to become invisible like Mr. India. Right then she heard some crackers bursting somewhere and everyone toasted their glass of champagne. Raktim came near her and cheered, “Happy New Year Nikunj, Welcome to Delhi.” He introduced her to few of his friends but she barely remembered any of their names. She tried to sip from her glass to look comfortable but it tasted horrible. “I believe you never had it before. This is your first time, right?” She was completely off guard hearing this. He was one of Raktim’s friends. She tried hard to remember his name but found no clue. “Well, yaa not really?” She foolishly murmured. He smiled at this teasingly that made her numb and her ears started boiling. “So what are you planning to do here” “I am in a job haunt. Want to try my luck in some of the magazines here. I am a writer.” She tried to sound confident and smart. He paused for a while and scrutinized her long golden hair, which looked like a cascade, her beautiful eyes and lustrous lips. He was caught staring, he quickly again continued, “Okay good. You can try in Woman’s era. The office is nearby. I don’t know exactly where but I can definitely find it for you. Give me your number. I’ll contact you once I get hold of the address.” “That will be very nice of you but I haven’t taken any number yet. I landed just two days back.” Though she had a number, she didn’t feel like giving it to him. Something about him was not pleasant. Maybe the way he looks at her, his smile, his voice. She was quietly praying for her cousin to appear from somewhere. “Anyways you keep my card. I have good contacts with some people in media. In case you need any help just give me a call.” He added slowly in a husky voice, “I’ll be at your service.” She hesitantly took the card from him and gave a quick glance at his name, Rohit Agarwal. Finding no sign of Raktim around, she finally said, “Okay Rohit, thank you so much. I had a wonderful time with you but I am afraid I am getting too late. I have to leave now. Do excuse me.” “But how will you go now. It is already too late to get an auto. May I drop you?” She is more than irritated now and this time she spoke flatly on his face, “No thank you, I can manage.” He understood somehow and let her go for this time. She impatiently looked around for Raktim, annoyed and irritated. She felt a great relieve finding him at last who was busy with his girlfriend. “Raktim I am getting late. Please drop me to my guest house.” She somehow managed to sound cool. “Hey Mainu where were you. I thought you already left. I hope you had a good time.” She disliked him for calling her by the nickname, “Ya I enjoyed. Now let’s go.” Sensing the urgency in her voice Raktim understood something went wrong. He hurriedly kept his glass on the table and stood up “Just give me a minute. I’ll ask Nitu to accompany us.” She reached her room after around half an hour. Through out the way she tried to be as calm as she could with Raktim and Nitu. But now she no longer need to pretend. She savagely removed her sneakers and banged it on the wall and lay on her bed gazing at the ceiling for a long time. She no longer felt cold. Tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. She closed her eyes. She suddenly remembered her father. Her daily morning walks with him. She then remembered the party. That horrible taste of the champagne. She suddenly felt guilty for tasting it. What will her father think if he comes to know about it? She twisted and curled and covered herself with the thick quilt and started to cry. She terribly missed her home. She felt like a child lost in the crowd, lonely and insecure. She didn’t remember when she felt asleep. She dreamed of her little niece, her father and their beautiful garden. When she woke up in the morning, she somehow felt as if she was sleeping in her own room at home. After she opened her eyes, she realized the reality. She felt sick. She tried to be in the bed as long as she could. Her phone rang after a while breaking the silence. It was her father. She got up and set on the bed. “hello Deuta, I was just thinking about you.” She spoke cheerfully, “did you go for the morning walk today?” After a little pause her father replied, “well I woke up late so didn’t go.” He did not say he missed her. “Are you still sleeping?” “Yesterday I got late in the party but Raktim dropped me. Not feeling too well, so just laying down. Deuta please don’t miss your morning walks. Remember what doctor said?” “Okay okay. And tomorrow at what time you have your interview?” “At eleven in the morning” “Okay I’ll call you tomorrow. Take care.”

She reached in time for the interview. There were already many candidates waiting by then. They all looked smart and intelligent. “Hi, you too came for the interview?” asked the girl next to her. “Ya” she simply said. “Well am Nitu, I passed out from JMU and you?” Nikunj liked the girl and spoke out, “I am Nikunj. I am from Assam. I came in search of a job here. I did a diploma in journalism from an institute in Assam’’ “Diploma?? I mean you don’t have a degree in mass com?” Now Nikunj didn’t like the way she spoke, “No, but I have my job experience. I worked for two years with a leading magazine named Attitude in Assam” “Attitude?? I never heard this name” the girl gave a faint smile and started playing with the buttons of her mobile, munching a chewing gum. Now Nikunj actually disliked her. She sat quietly watching everyone, waiting for her turn to come. She somehow felt inferior compared to the rest. She was not selected in the interview.
It was almost three months. She appeared for many interviews but was not selected anywhere. Her cash was about to finish and her bills were mounting everyday. She didn’t have the heart to ask for some more from her father. She didn’t know what to do. She thought of borrowing from Raktim but he was out of station and will be back after a month. She thought of going back home. She thought of calling her father and telling him that she is a jerk. She couldn’t get through even one interview. She thought of telling him that she couldn’t face this tough world. She thought of asking him to send the money for her flight ticket, to catch the very first flight next morning and get back home. She sat on her room turning the light off. It was absolutely dark and cold. There was no sound except the dripping of water one after another from her bathroom tap. She sat for almost an hour. Suddenly she turned the light on. She looked weird. Her hairs unruly, her cheeks stained by tears, her kohl spread all over her eyes making it look like dark patches of wounds. She hurriedly looked for something in her bag. She got it. She held it between her trembling fingers for a while. She then took her phone and finally dialed the number, “Hello Rohit, will you do me a favor?”

i reached heaven

2011-03-02T09:47:00.001-08:00

I reached heaven..

I never really believed
Heaven and its serenity exists
Nor did I believe in divinity
But when I lay on his arms
and get lost in the whirlpool of happiness
I believe if there would have been heaven
It couldn’t give me anything better than this.

I never believed
Soulmates exists
But when his fingers mingles with mine
The tickle in my heart says it all.
The fulfilment, the comfort
The happiness I feel around him
I feel I reached heaven.

happiness

2011-03-01T09:57:00.000-08:00

everybody loves happiness
nobody likes pain,
but to get the rainbow
you must have little rain

pls think

2011-03-01T06:44:00.003-08:00

It is incredible, unbelievable. I am surprised. Did you realize? Oh am sorry. You must be thinking what. Well I am talking about today’s education system. Did you realized how the fee structure of every academic institute is growing? And are you with the type of education they actually provide? Don’t you spend sleepless nights wondering how to pay the fees for your child’s higher education? I am not talking about those who earns above fifties. I am talking about us. The middle class society.And if your child is an average scorer than again it’s a bigger worry.You can’t admit him in any government institute where the cut off marks is all above eighty.So you are left with no other option but to knock the door of the private institute where again money talks.
Now it is very easy to get an education loan. Thanks to the government policy but how about paying the huge about of EMI every month which will come almost half your salary. Yes ofcourse you can pay after your child will get a decent job with good pay to solve the problem? Well you are not sure.

splash me

2011-02-27T06:53:00.003-08:00

SPLASH ME..

How mesmerizing your graceful drops,
In my balcony you rhythm,
You ruptured my solitude
Your beauty forever I behold.

All alone,
When me and my thoughts
Wonder in an unknown path
You come and splash me
With rhythm of tranquility.
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mysterious sense

2011-02-27T06:50:00.003-08:00

MYSTERIOUS SENSE..
How can thee touch
The core of thy’s heart?
None can ever embrace
Delectable burning ash.

Did thee ever heard
The desperate howling of desolate nights?
Thy did and consoled with a bleeding smile.

Still,
The sun shines in thy’s eyes
Thy wait for the moon
To descend as a new bride.
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By:
Mercy Hazarika Gogoi

footprints

2011-02-27T06:49:00.003-08:00

FOOTPRINTS..

Silent sentient nights;
When I lay defeated, cold and reclusive
After a desperate battle
With those glimpse;
The battle, which I never won
Is slowly engulfing my soul.

When the gentle breeze consoles,
Kisses my pale cheeks,
And sleep drowsily caresses
My sallow wintry eyes;
I see hazily her footprints in my mind.

I see her coming, coming very close,
Mesmerizing my every nerve.
I can feel her serene breathe
When she whispers silently
Those words.

It sanctifies my soul
Beholds me with a soothing sensation
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happiness

2011-02-26T07:47:00.001-08:00

daddy

2011-02-26T07:26:00.000-08:00

I no longer have that little pink dress,
And the dancing shoe,
Which once you bought for me.

The roughness now sore my foot daddy,
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I stumble,
But every time I get up and try again.
I remember once you said,
“Giving up is a loser’s choice and
My daughter is a winner.”
And I never gave up.

At times I wish
If I could always be your little princess
Dancing and laughing around you.
But I had to leave
As you wanted to see a world of my own.
As I was meant to create another world.

I learned to hold myself
Yet at times I miss your helping hand.
I miss you calling me, when you come back home.
I miss you Daddy,
And though you never say
I know you too miss me.