The Journey

A little rusty I am sure, but here goesSmile

There were the early days,
The days when I thought I would win.
Blessed with the sun rays,
Life as I would come to know it, was yet to begin.

As days passed, the sun became strong
Making life easy or was I wrong?
I had left the string too loose,
The sun had set and the kite was about to fall .

I passed the night that way,
Fighting the cold and dew.
My destination was about to bend,
The rocky land was making it tough.
But I will reach the mountain
Undeterred by the rough.

Hello World-a thought and a poem!

I know I have been playing truant.To that effect I am sorry.Blame it on the sessional exams,the MUNs,and being in the O.C. of a college event.
However,now I am back.With regular posts-and I know that’s a promise I have made often and broken more times in the past!
So as a comeback,I will write about what I have been thinking over the last few hours.Also,I have included in a small poem.Non-sensical mind you,but still very sensible.
Mind you,the thought and the poem have no connection and are essentially two different posts.But that would mean,opening a new tab for another post and selecting all the options.Say hello to my new trait-LAZINESS,
Cheers,
N

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What follows is a thought. Just that. Think about it. I am currently reading “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” and the book has set my mind on fire. It has further corroborated what I have believed all my life since I had the brains to think from; only believed because I never had the courage to really follow it completely. Isn’t it strange that all of us want to become similar things (rich, famous etc.) in life despite all being so very different people that we hardly can agree on any issue at all, ranging from the ill- effects of a mosquito-bite to the 123 Agreement? Isn’t it strange all of us recognize the importance of studying very hard whereas none the importance, or worse still, the pleasure of walking barefoot on dew-besotten grass? We are all so smitten with becoming what the world wants us to that we completely forget what we want ourselves to become. Life is so driven by an external remote that we completely forget about the steering wheel sitting plumb right in our own hands. Take control before it’s too late. We all have pasts and presents riddled with aspects that we wish rather wouldn’t be there. Stop. Do not wish. Act. Let them not be there. Let’s fill our minds with all things positive. Remove all negativity gradually and silently without telling it about its expatriation, so that it doesn’t make itself larger and more tempting than ever before, making our tough job still tougher. Let’s take “the road less travelled by”. It’s less easy and hence more rewarding.
Friends, I, for one, have started the process of stopping (albeit in a very small way)-doing what others expect and want me to.I dare you.Do the same.
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Animals At It

British, bow-tied
birds do it,
bees do it.
Even educated
fleas do it.

Soft and suave
snakes do it,
shrimps do it.
Proper party-going
chimps do it.

Center-parted
cats do it,
crocodiles do it.
Rich, reputable
frogs do it.

Gloriously gentle
swans do it,
hen do it.
And then the shrieking, cursing
men do it.

Truth?Or Lies?

One of my favorite ways to pass time is to go over to the TED app on my iPad and watch speech after speech.Today I stumbled across this speech by this courageous woman who fled from North Korea.This post however is not on her escape neither on the problems of North Korea.The first minute of her speech got me thinking about an entirely different topic.On how where we are brought up and what we read in our books or rather what is fed to us through them determines what we think about historical events or personalities.

Somehow I started thinking about Operation Bluestar.With two sentences, the lady had made me doubt my Political Science book. I don’t think that this incident was written in a blatantly pro-government, or pro-Indira Gandhi way in my textbook, but was it tilted towards supporting Indira Gandhi’s Operation? Did my textbook gloss over the torture and killings of the Sikhs? Have I learned about the political history of my country from a very biased point of view?

I remember reading how history is always written from the point of view of the victors. I have always been aware that the history of the same place, same incident, written by two different people or two different governments, will probably be very different. I have always known that the Pakistani textbooks talk about the Partition in a different way than the Indian textbooks. But this impersonal knowledge had never struck home. I had never made the connection that the things I studied in school, what I was taught, might be biased and inaccurate. What in the history of my country has been deliberately left out of the school textbooks and what deliberately written wrong? How much of the true happenings do I really know?
We’re all so used to hearing only about the good in Gandhiji and Nehru; when have we ever heard about the bad?

Isn’t it time we stop glossing over the uncomfortable truths of our history?

Why Does That Happen?

Found this short poem while going through my diary from last year.Sharing with you doesn’t hurt any,so here goes!
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Why Does That Happen?

From all the time to once a week,
From meetings to emails,
From calls to texts,
Why does that happen?

From so close to secretive,
From acceptance to accusations,
From forgiveness to bitterness,
Why does that happen?

From understanding to confusion,
From laughter to silence,
From sureness to jealousy,
Why does that happen?

From love to indifference,
From caring to convenience,
From best friends to acquaintances,
Why does that happen?

Blogversary!

Yes gentleladies and men-Nabadip’s Blog completes one year today!
(Couldn’t resist the signature greeting from my earlier posts!)

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If I say it feels good I would be understating the obvious!Looking back I have got countless memories.It’s been one great journey.This is the blog that gave me an identity,this is the blog that changed me to a better person,this is the blog which made me meet some wonderful people and this is the blog that never makes me feel alone!
A huge thank you to my 500 odd followers who drop by when I write nonsense to let me know what they think and most of the times surprise me by praising what I write!

I would like to share the links of blogs of the four people who encouraged me the most when I started off.I would not be writing this post today without your kind words at that time!
Thank You Kam,Amit,Habiba,Kriti!
Kam’s Lens
Personal Concerns
My Word Your Ear.com
Faces Places Paces

And this great friend who constantly encourages me to write more and aim higher!
She has around 10 blogs,but I guess one would serve it’s purpose!
Thank You Sharmistha!
Sharmistha Basu’s Poetry

Keep Reading,Keep Blogging:)
Cheers,
Nabadip