The Division Bell

 Last night was just not getting over with umpteen number of thoughts clouded over my head. Then firmly decided to read something. "My Kannada Cosmos" is something what I picked. The writer says "there can be no comprehension without words."  I was taken away by the thought of cliche.  To me sometimes, words spoil your comprehension. Language is something which has its own set of rules. We Indians are separated on the basis of your linguistic differences. When two varied linguistics start to talk, until and unless its official, they hardly take interest to comprehend, its just mere exchange of words. Comprehension requires not only words, but understanding of a particular language and its cultures. You will hardly find a north and south Indian initiating conversations when unknown to each other. We firmly believe, he/she does not belong to our state and hence will apprehend very less of whatever I say.  Languages from the land of Dravidians belong to Finno-Ugrain family which stretches from Finland to Mongolia. The Aryans were more influenced by Sanskrit. Tamil was the first language which started spreading in the 1000 B.C and today we have 4 prominent languages spoken in south India which are amendments made to Tamil.

This  discussion on language is because of the division that it creates and not diversification. Trust me!

A child to comprehend to its mother in her womb needs no words, language or any other drama to clear its insight. Language is a medium so let it be a medium and not the dominating factor of your identity.

I speak Hindi, you speak Malayalam but when it comes to comprehension, exhibition of a certain emotion in gestures is sufficient to comprehend. Words here are just sounds.
Words can beautify the most horrific experience and horrify the most beautiful experience. Let the best be unsaid then.

 "Mile Sur Mera Tumhara to Sur bane Humara"

Just Got Into It

Before you start reading it, I request you to disconnect yourself from your surroundings and connect yourself to yourself. The ultimate state of being.

Now I feel its time to disclose it.

The mind game " Solitude & Turbulence" , both exist in the same time at a particular place. In our silence, we are not silent. Still we are thinking of something over and over again. Its very important to attain silence when in solitude. Feeling that situation gives you Goosebumps. People are so lost that they hear nothing from the surroundings. Its BLISS! A state of perfection, connecting to your internal soul. Silence takes us to different directions.

Another very important practice that makes you rich from within is being Non-Judgmental. I know its very difficult for our brain and mind to just shut up. Its very natural. If you experience silence constantly, you can control it. Being Non-Judgmental and having no prejudice takes you a step ahead from rest of the world. Your own self connects to the world not the object self. There will be no ego if you can connect to your own soul and to others. You won't be affected by the things, people and objects around you. You will be all in oneself. You will not ask people to judge you nor will you do it. you learn to be perfect in yourself. That power of self- referral attracts people towards you and its wonderful. No matter if you have people around you or not, you become fearless, the feeling of guilt disappears. You start thinking creatively.

Wherever you go, whatever you do, you make your presence felt externally and internally. Your foot mark is engraved deep within the hearts of people. You need no appreciation, no honor. There is a Euphoria around you, an external aura that flows around you touching lives. touching god, touching making you self satisfied and making you happy throughout without fear.

Thanks for your devoted time and my regards to all who wish to grow rich
Aditya Sen

Filth!!

The more we fall into Love, the more the problems arise.

I tried to help myself with the view that one should be accepted the way  he or she is. But the more you get close to the person eventually I start to observe the fault lines from point blank range. I understand that there is no point interfering in there lives but at the same time I cant except the facts that the person is so ignorant about it. Once she asked me "How much do you love me".


I replied "as much as I love salt",  without salt the food is tasteless but again too much of it makes it insipid.
I have tried to give whatever was possible till that was not going against the principles of my life. And whenever people try to cross the limit of conscience, its the end! I turn my face away and move silently.
The other person has no clues of the cyclone that had just passed.


I don't have many people in my life. I speak whatever reflects in my brain. People love to stay away from me. And honestly I am indifferent to them. I have undergone a lot of turmoil and slowly started to sediment.
I honestly cant afford to let myself be affected by the abrupt changes happening.
I believe that all these will just last for a moment. "Nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain".

I am happy to stay the way I am. Finally feeling a bit cozy and its time for a cup of coffee. The weather is good and I am feeling comfortable after writing this out.

                                                                                                                            3rd July,2012
                                                                                                                                2:36 am

Thoughts unplugged

 

IN THE BRIGHT  MOON LIGHT  WHEN I SAW HER FACE , I WAS LOST. THE ONLY WORDS I COULD UTTER THAT NIGHT "I LOVE YOU" AND HUGGED HER TIGHTLY. WITH TEARS IN EYES I ONLY TOLD HER " PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME".

AS THE NATURE WAS SHOWERING ITS LOVE ON US. BLESSING US.

QUESTIONS LIKE WHY IT HAPPENED? WHAT WAS IT? AND SO MANY OTHER WOULD BE INSANE AND MEANINGLESS.

"IT JUST HAPPENED ". NO ONE BETTER THAN US KNOWS HOW IT FEELS TO BE COMPLETE.WHEN YOU HAVE EACH OTHERS ARMS OPEN.

THINGS DONE OUT OF LOVE ARE ALWAYS FELT ALWAYS CHERISHED AND IS EVER FLOWING

AND AFTER THAT EVENING I FELT AND KNEW WHAT LOVE MEANS....

DAYS PASSED AS RIVER AMAZON MAKING ITS WAY THROUGH THE DENSE FOREST, FALLS, RAPIDS, MEANDERING AND STILL FLOWING SMOOTHLY AND MAKING ITS WAY THROUGH AND STILL CARRYING FRESH WATER .... LOVE IS ALWAYS FRESH... IT HAS NO DEPRECIATION.. IT APPRECIATES WITH PASSAGE OF TIME AND EVEN DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM CAN CAUSE NO HARM TO THERE FEELINGS..

SUDDENLY NOW SHE DECIDED NOT TO KEEP CONTACT WITH ME.. HOW SHOULD I REACT???

I REMEMBER LORD BARYON'S "WHEN WE PARTED"

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this...

...In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

When we two are parted

At SCHOOL

 

I remember my first day walking into a new world with some ghostly figures all around , and my mom was the only familiar face. Throughout my life I can never forget the first few days !!! Not because those were miserable but for the fact that made me realize that I have a sharp brain.

Everyday I had some medical issues lined up as excuse to get back home. AND it  Worked!!!! Brilliant!!.

Unfortunately that did not last for long. My DAD was sent a letter from the school stating my  health conditions and was asked to meet the principal.

Cane was used as a medium of threat in my school days.
A lot of you might know how it feels when it comes in contact with your skin.
I just loved It that day!!! (IRONY; its embarrassing to talk in public)

Corporal Punishment was outlawed years ago.
Mobile phones were banned for students, where teachers proudly showed off their own and even took a timeout in the middle of the class and replied  to the text messages. Although a few were decent enough to put theirs on Silent mode.

Every teacher who walked inside the class had a single Tag line to them "HARD WORK". I'm still not able to figure out Where Did they put there's!!

There were a few in the lot who could put an end to an argument by simply saying "Oh! So now you know more than I do". END OF IT.
In fact the whole class had different views about different teachers and even you might have your own .

Sycophancy still  prevailed!!

A few favorite students were given personal attention whenever required, others were just neglected.

Once a friend of mine was caught combing his hair in the class by our English teacher Mr. Bernard Pandey, Who happened to pass by the corridor unfortunately.
Perhaps he wrote the best essays of all time on the topic " COMBING A BALD HEAD" Courtesy:- Mr. Bernard Pandey.

I just can't explain the humiliation he had to face.

I was the target of moral abduction, only because i never went for private tuition to a few of the teachers

A very strict curriculum made for students- Dazzling white shirt and steel Grey pants, with proper black socks and black shoes, Hair trimmed, nails properly cured.
Hair trimming was a major issue, "One should not be able to hold it within there fist".
As if we had to get our hair trimmed by a cobbler instead of a barber.
On the other hand to add to our jealousy, teachers maintained vibrant patterns of hair style resembling their favorite film stars. Mithun Chakrovorthy was widely followed.

Cleaning Duty was a real pain in the ass. Rhetoric speeches were given on " School As our send Home AND WE SHOULD KEEP IT CLEAN".

Once I was Caught passing my super-innovative comment on this.
I said,"MOM KEEPS OUR HOUSE AND IF TEACHERS ARE OUR PARENTS WHY DON'T THEY!!"
I did not notice Mr.Ashim Tesra( or as we called him- Always There) was just standing three steps behind me .

Its better that I don't discuss what happened next!!


The prayer service everyday morning and after school was the best time for us to talk about the extra curricular (BAD ACTIVITIES) that was there in the devil's workshop.

When i think of those days now , i feel like rushing through those
wide gates into the brilliant campus and finish off with those evil- deeds that i planned but could not administer.


My SCHOOL