The jackpot

2011-09-04T23:44:00.005+05:30

"আমার সোনার বাংলা
আমার সোনার বাংলা,
আমি তোমায় ভালবাসি|"
I guess Rabindranath has spoken of the Bengal that is in every Bengali's heart. Yes, the Bengal that this much honoured Bengali has spoken of is undivided politically, religiously and in spirit. If there has to be a political division, it must be done on the basis of only the aspirations of the people of the soil. Religion as a basis of seperation has always favoured a minority population with vested interests. I think no child of Bengal ever wanted a passport to visit his/her brother/sister. If we blame the British over the division of Bengal, then I guess it is time that we acknowledge our own mistake of not fulfilling the general aspiration of a common Bengali in 1971.

When we share the same language, the same clothing styles, the same food, the same culture and the same icons, why can't we have a Bengal sans passport? Who is one Manmohan Singh, Indira Gandhi, Mujibar, Sheikh Hasina or a Mamta Banerjee to decide the collective fate of all Bengalis?

Alas! human societies have always depended on a single person to take a decision or lead the way. Rabindranath, Nazrul and all the famous luminaries do not belong to Paschim Bangla or Bangladesh. They belong to Bengal or Bangla, which extends from the red soil clad Birbhum to the plains near Tripura and from the Himalayas near Darjeeling to the coast of Chittagong. We must be ashamed that even after 65 years of the departure of the British, we have not been able to unify ourselves enough to correct their mistakes. I will still wait for the day when we can sing in unison the famous two lines of Dr. Bhupen Hazarika: " Ganga amar ma, Padma amar ma"

The pleasant catastrophe

2010-09-29T23:39:00.006+05:30

That's exactly the girl I am going to marry in the fading winter cold of February. Yes, so far, my parents have decided on February 3rd as the date... Every one who is invited must make their presence felt on that day and on 5th of February physically. Please bless us as a couple and wish that our love for each other remain like the morning dew on the lotus leaves, as fresh as ever...

Nainital....

2010-06-18T21:09:00.002+05:30

A disclaimer

2010-04-12T22:42:00.002+05:30

I am not a poet. The poem below is just a novice attempt to master the art. Critical comments are welcome.

I wanna be free

2010-04-12T22:39:00.002+05:30

Look up at the sky,
A realization, ever so shy –
“We are minute.”
Do you know why?

Life is a dream,
So says the ad of a cream,
“Reality is nightmare.”
It make us scream?

Like the stars in the sky,
With the moon in the middle,
Like the rainbow in horizon,
With the kingfisher in the pond,
Like the zamindar poet in the balcony of his palace,
I wanna be free.
CAN U HEAR THEE???

Sorry.
Reality is nightmare,
So says the phil with graying hair.

The Pied Piper
(Soumyajit Sarker)
12th April, 2010

The city of a beautiful palace and one of India's oldest dams

2010-04-06T13:43:00.005+05:30

" I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
with its waterfall.
The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough."

A very famous few lines by Rabindranath Tagore. While describing the heavenly architecture and structure of the famous Mysore Palace, I would have loved to have Tagore for company, had he been living in my age. The grandeur and beauty of the palace as presented by the panorama of Indo - European styles of architecture is to be seen through the eyes and felt through the heart. It certainly requires some great poets like Tagore to praise the royal show of beauty and taste in an age when India's wealth lied in its history and potential alone, just as he has praised mother nature in one of his several ode s through the beautiful honey like words. Praising the beauty of Mysore Palace is not the work of lesser mortals like us. Cameras are not allowed inside the palace today. That leaves our God's gift of memory and sensors called eyes to record the awesome spectacle that unfolded infront of us as we entered through the gates of the Magnum Opus of a bygone era. But the absence of camera probably unleashed our heart to enjoy the grand spectacle in the best possible way.
Apart from the beauty and grandeur of the palace, I will certainly remember Mysore Palace for making the immortals of the incognito and insignificant. The gallery of life like oil paintings of every facet of royal lifestyles and subjects along with the names of every individuals in the pictures from the erstwhile royal family of the Wadiyars who ruled Mysore to that of common men and women who worked for them, but are normally unnoticed deserves the utmost praise. It has done what is only ideally expected of all democracies, the importance that is due to common man. Ironically it was done under royal patronage.
I would love all the readers of my blog to visit Mysore Palace to enjoy the beauty through their own eyes instead of mine and endure the lust to stay in the palace the entire life.

If the Mysore palace is the crown of Mysore, then the royalty is incomplete without the royal logo - the Krishnaraj Sagar dam and the Brindavan gardens. Anybody who nears Mysore during the day for the first time by rail or road, would be surprised to see how green the agricultural fields are. A careful observation will reveal the presence of an exquisite and extravagant network of canals that carry the waters of Cauvery throughout the area. In an otherwise barren Karnataka, where people normally dig deep to find water, the greenery around Mysore will be a pleasant surprise. Arguably the oldest dam of India is responsible for this agricultural prosperity. Yes, I am speaking of the Krishnaraj Sagar Dam, designed by one of the greatest Civil Engineers of the time, Mr. Visveswaraiya. If the stupendous structure of the dam is not enough, then look behind to see the beautiful Brindavan Gardens downstream. The background scene for so many Bollywood and South Indian hits is feast for the eyes, as it soothes the eyes with the panorama of different hues and colours with its flowing water and gardens sporting fountains to interrupt your thoughts. Again I happen to miss the Maestro, our very own Rabindranath Tagore, to write an ode to the heavenly spectre that unfolded before our eyes. Watch the marvel of Krishnaraj Sagar dam and feed your eyes and lungs with the neat and beautiful Brindavan Gardens, as you still fight the desire to go back to the Mysore palace.
With tired bodies and memories of unmatched beauties,
Adieu Mysore
April 5th, 2010

Kites

2010-02-16T19:02:00.000+05:30

Yawns

2010-02-16T00:17:00.001+05:30

Don't yawn at the wrong place...

Cute, aren't they?

2010-02-16T00:14:00.002+05:30

All enemies should be like them...

Make our Earth a bit more Green

2010-02-16T00:10:00.002+05:30

Please do whatever you can for the environment if you wish to enjoy such beauties of nature again.

An insight into Chineese Navy

2010-01-19T11:00:00.000+05:30

http://www.fas.org/irp/agency/oni/pla-navy.pdf
Please visit the link above to see what the Chineese Navy is capable of. It is a recently leaked U.S spy report. Download it now. I don't know how long it will be on.

the masti of joblessness

2010-01-15T14:08:00.000+05:30

What can happen if a guy is jobless? Well, your girl friend may leave you to get married to someone else. Your neighbours will show you a lot of unnecesary sympathy, your friends and colleagues will soon follow suit and your parents will find you unbearable at home after a brief lull initially during which you will be given a lot of support. But there is an inert fun in being jobless in the first place. You can be appreciated for helping people when they are in need. Your girl friend may have deserted you, but you will soon find yourself in the company of a lot of e - girlfriends with a little help from all the chat rooms and social networking sites. There are lots of underachievers among girls as well. What's more, they will always be ready to come for a date sans liability. They will surely be more understanding. You can earn yourself some pats on your back for doing all the household works, from cleaning clothes to taking your dog for a walk. Mind you, you would never have found time or will to do these works if you had a job in hand.

More than anything, one cannot deny the fact that you can really enjoy freedom to concentrate on your batting or bowling while gearing up for local cricket matches. You will surely be hero worshipped in your locality for a match winning performance. No proffessional tension to worry you unnecessarily as well.

So what do you think? Isn't it real fun??? Well I am waiting for your feedback.

The Pied Piper

Dayal Baba

2010-01-15T00:39:00.000+05:30

Enjoy Dayal Baba and his dance. Appreciate the artist and his work. The purpose of this video will be served if you are able to laugh out to your heart's content. This is a very nostalgic video for me and a few of my friends. It is straight out of the collection of our college days. The language is foul. The dance is virtually erotic. But this video will surely force you to change your perspective and force you to appreciate it.

2010-01-14T22:31:00.000+05:30

Dear Friends,
I hope you are all aware of the devastation and destruction caused by the earthquake and tsunami at Haiti. Human suffering and misery compounded by abject poverty is simply unbearable. It will be nice if you can send some clothing or tent or money or dry food through the Missionaries of Charity. Sister Nirmala will surely help. You can contact her at the Mission of Charity in Kolkata @Lala Lajpat Rai Sarani, Ajc Bose Road, Kolkata - 033 22278176. More than money, they need material and moral help.
The Pied Piper

2010-01-06T14:36:00.000+05:30

"O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound."
William Wordsworth would have committed suicide if he had survived today to smell the stinking rivers, the dusty roads, the itching eyes in traffic and the hazardous industrial wastes. Yes, let's accept the reality that we are staying in a very very dirty world, with everything except the joy of leading natural and normal lives. Can't the clean water gush through the streams and rivers again? Can we, with all the science and technology around us not take the pains to clean our mother nature? I am sure that we will never have a second Wordsworth who will sing praises and compose odes to mother nature if this continues. I would love to invite all my dear readers to contribute their opinion as comments.

Human pschycology

2010-01-06T13:08:00.000+05:30

Hi,

Human pschycology, always presents a plethora of strange and varied events. Always on the reverse side of expectations, it is probably the biggest source of diversity that nature has created. Punch lines always bring out the identity of an individual. So to know more about the beautiful and unique panorama of human pschycology, please contribute punchlines in the form of comments...

The pied piper

2008-12-08T01:13:00.000+05:30

2008-12-08T01:02:00.000+05:30

enjoy the beauty of the Ghats

2008-11-29T13:24:00.000+05:30

Mumbai and no farther...

2008-11-29T10:00:00.000+05:30

Mumbai 26th November, 2008 to 28th November, 2008 - I guess that was the ultimate that we could have withstood. One blast after another, and sadly we still haven't learnt our lessons. Our home minister Shivraj Patil is too intent upon changing dresses. Except for murder of the group "Indian Mujahideen" after they had caused the maximum mayhem that they could possibly have done, our security experts have done nothing over the past couple of years. We have the Maoists wrecking vengeance for nothing in the heart of the country, the ULFA in Assam, the NSCN in Nagaland and such other seperatist groups already testing the very fabric of unity of our dear country apart from the ever so dangerous Lashker-i-Tayiba-Inter Services Intelligence(ISI) Pakistan nexus. The ULFAs of Assam, the Maoists and the NSCN are already being supported by the ISI. So what can we do about all this mess? Clear them. That's what can be done. They can be cleared in a top-down manner. We do not want sympathy. All we need is cooperation and understanding among our own bretheren.

The Power of Green

2006-10-06T10:06:00.000+05:30

Daring

2006-09-09T11:35:00.000+05:30

A Matter of PRIDE

2006-09-06T23:21:00.000+05:30

I had made an appeal on my site regarding a small child a few days back. The child's condition was really grim. Doctors of CMC Vellore were waiting for money to perform the operation. I informed the Principal of my school (Don Bosco Liluah)of the situation and asked him if he could be of any help. WITHIN A DAY, HE COLLECTED A SUM OF Rs.27331 FROM THE STUDENTS AND ADDED Rs. 23000 FROM THE SCHOOL FUND TO SAVE THE CHILD. As an ex-student of the school, I am really proud of my school today. Reverend Father Pathikal has also assured the child's father Mr. Chandan Das of further financial help if needed. Rs.50131, along with money collected from other sources is probably more than enough for the operation. Thank you Don Bosco. I have learned the greatest lesson of my life. "Where there is a will, there is a way."

An appeal

2006-09-02T22:49:00.000+05:30

A small girl child called Trishna Das who is only six months old is suffering from a ruptured bronchia. Her father is a poor man with a monthly income of Rs.1400/-. Please come forward to save the child who require Rs.1.5 lakhs minimum to continue her existence on earth. I know this child personally.You can contact me if you want. My cell number is 9433234820.
Thanking you,
Yours faithfully,
Soumyajit Sarker

ISOLATION

2006-08-31T18:41:00.000+05:30