FLAME OF LOVE

"I can master it," said the Ax. His blows fell heavy on the hard,
strong steel. But each blow only made his edge more blunt until he
ceased to strike.

"Leave it to me," said the Saw. With his relentless teeth, he worked
back and forth. But to his dismay, all of his teeth were worn out or
broken off.

"Ha!" said the Hammer. "I knew you could not do this. Let me show you
how." But with the very first blow, his head flew off, and the steel
was unchanged.

"Shall I try?" asked the Flame. And it curled itself gently around the
strong, hard steel, embraced it, and would not let it go. And the tough
steel melted.

There are hearts that are hard enough to resist the forces of wrath and
the fury of pride. But hard is the heart that can resist the warm flame
of Love.

"'For this people's heart has become calloused; they hardly hear with
their ears, and they have closed their eyes. Otherwise they might see
with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts and
turn, and I would heal them. But blessed are your eyes because they
see, and your ears because they hear. For I tell you the truth, many
prophets and righteous men longed to see what you see but did not
see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.'"

It doesn't matter!!

no more whispering words of love
nor will he hold her again!!
the mouth won't speak charismatic words anymore
no more meeting with friends;
but it doesn't matter anymore.
all the memories have gone..

I saw his brain scattered beside his body
His 'deadbody'.


FOOTNOTE:

On public demand, i'm writing whta make me to post this...
yesterday, while going college, I got down from the bus and saw a bit of crowd. then i saw a man lying in the road. i thought may be he has fainted due to heat. on a closer look, i found him lying with a leg on his scooter, the left side of his head was flowing with bloodstream coming from his body, and on the right side i saw something...something pinkish white, a mass......then i realized it's his brain.....the cruelty of the scene made he half unconscious..also reminded me of my personal experience...and only I know how I went to college and took the exam.

Stupid me!

Ok so here I'm to confess you guys about a stupidity ,a real blunder that I made last week.Well last sunday me and my elder sister,went up to this Big Bazar at Highland Park.we had thought of having a good time eating out to our heart's content at the Yo Foodies over there.When we reached there we found that it was like "houseful" and there was not a single seat left!As my friends know me Impatient me, I urged my sis to go back.But my sis,intelligent as she proclaims her to be said that we might try out the new restaurant that has been opened in that floor only.She claimed that it's not bad to try out atleast! So this restaurant's name was"I Eat,Drink Party".There were gatekepers to welcome us inside....Man!it was a splendid place like a restaurant cum bar cum lounge thing...cosy,soft music being played,dimly lit up...as if straight from any of those whereabouts of a Page 3 party!

When we got inside they asked us "where will you like to sit mam?"And I proudly declared 'why not the bar?"so we sat on those long tools as if we had been sitting on them from our infancy only!And I who proudly proclaim herself to be a 'Proletariet'(partly bcoz I'm always running short of money , and I dont like to spend so much!)behaved as a true blue blood!

Now when we got the menu card we gasped like people suffering from lack of oxygen!God it was a true blue blooded restaurant and meant only for the people with real good paypoket!I always depend on my sis to pay all the bills and there she was .....her eyes popping out like a comic figure!I knew that was it....end of our story.But proud as we both are ,we didnt lose our confidence.I had with me my debit card...so to save my sis out of this grave situation I assured her that I will pay the bill.

So we gave our orders(Just think of it!sitting at the bar counter and ordering for diet pepsi and chocolate shake!) sat there like true Page 3 celebraties,discussing in whispers what amount to pay as tips!And yes the they took VAT charges along with Service charge with the bill but like true blue blood wegave Rs 20 as tips!

This was the first time I gave my sis a 'Treat'...don't think she mind it that much after all I had to pay that BIG amount all by myself.......so these days I'm having real nightmares about that incident.......but the biggest blunder I made by this is that now I can't proclaim myself as a true Proletariet anymore!

Celebrating a Millenium !

Yesterday noon (Tuesday, 25 April, 11am IST) our Group Blog SFTH, which have always touching the hearts of all the readers, have finally touched another milestone... a millenium of hits! With almost 500 hits each month, this place is flourishing with great vigour, thanks to all our contributors who have been entertaining us with the most wonderful posts.

Hereby, I'd like to place a request to all the existing members and visitors... please try to comment on every post you read. Every bloggers looks forward to some feedback and response from the readers and what right do we have to deprive them? Even a well thought comment is like a post in itself. So guys, please try to inspire each other and keep blogging.

I'd like to clarify another thing here... please dont be intrigued by the Indian Bloggers ranking, at the beginning of each weekly reset the rank maybe very low or very high, but that is very temporary. What counts is the rank at the last day before the next weekly reset. Our blog attained a ranking of 12, which in my opinion is optimal and I'm satisfied, because if you ever go through the list you'll see that it mainly coprises of blogs with Hot Pictures and Hot videos with lots of masala. But our blog is the only exception with an appeal to the gentle side of the human nature and not exploiting the sexual weakness/frustration of others. It's good to see that people still do care for originality as they keep coming here and making this blog popular.

Now looking forward to the next milestone : 5000 hits...

Bless all and love all,
Vivek Panda

Just for laughs...

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Depressed

There's this guy in a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half-an-hour. Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy and just drinks it all down.

The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says: "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't see a man crying."

"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police, they say they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away. I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar.

And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison..."

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Computer Doctor

One day, Pete complained to his friend, "My elbow really hurts. I guess I should see a doctor."

His friend said, "Don't do that. There's a computer at the drug store that can diagnose anything quicker and cheaper than a doctor.

Simply put in a sample of your urine, and the computer will diagnose your problem and tell you what you can do about and it will only costs you $10.00."

Pete figured he had nothing to lose, so he filled a jar with a urine sample and went to the drug store. Finding the computer, he poured in the sample and deposited the $10.00.

The computer started making some noise and various lights started flashing. After a brief pause, out popped a small slip of paper which read:

1. You have tennis elbow.
2. Soak your arm in warm water, avoid heavy labor.
3. It will be better in two weeks.......

That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was and how it would change medical science forever, he began to wonder if this computer could be fooled.

He decided to give it a try. He mixed together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, and urine samples from his wife and daughter. To top it off, he masturbated into the concoction.

He went back to the drug store, located the computer, poured in the sample and deposited the $10.00. The machine again made the usual noises, flashed its alights, and printed out the following analysis:

1. Your tap water is too hard.
2. Get a water softener.
3. Your dog has ringworm.
4. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.
5. Your daughter is using cocaine.
6. Put her in a rehabilitation clinic.
7. Your wife is pregnant ....... twin girls. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer.
8. And if you don't stop masturbating, your elbow will never get better....

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If you love...

THE ORIGINAL VERSION:
If you love something,
Set it free...
If it comes back, it's yours,
If it doesn't, it never was yours....

THE PESSIMIST VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
If she ever comes back, she's yours,
If she doesn't, well, as expected, she never was.

THE OPTIMIST VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
Don't worry, she will come back.

THE SUSPICIOUS VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
If she ever comes back, ask her why.

THE IMPATIENT VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
If she doesn't comes back within some time limit,
forget her.

THE PATIENT VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
If she doesn't come back, continue to wait until she comes back...

THE PLAYFUL VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
* If she comes back, and if you love her still, set her free again, repeat *

THE LAWYER'S VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the second amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom Act clearly states that...

THE TECHNOLOGY COMPANY VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
If she comes back,
I think we can charge her for re-installation fees and tell her that she's also going to get an upgrade.

THE STATISTICIAN'S VERSION:
If you love somebody,
Set her free...
If she loves you, the probability of her coming back is high.
If she doesn't, your relationship was improbable anyway.

THE POSSESSIVE VERSION:
If you love somebody don't ever set her free.

THE MBA VERSION:
If you love somebody
set her free... instantaneously...
and look for others simultaneously.

THE PSYCHOLOGIST'S VERSION:
If you love somebody
set her free...
If she comes back, her super ego is dominant.
If she doesn't come, back her id is supreme.
If she doesn't go, she must be crazy.

THE FINANCE EXPERT VERSION:
If you love somebody
set her free...
If she comes back, its time to look for fresh loans.
If she doesn't, write her off as an asset gone bad.

THE MARKETING VERSION:
If you love somebody
set her free...
If she comes back, she has brand loyalty.
If she doesn't, reposition the brand in new markets.

QUESTIONS - ANSWERS

Why am I
Wasting my breaths
On questions?
Why can’t I just
Live?

Why am I
Fear to loose him
Forever?
Why can’t I just
Love?

Why am I
Expecting you to
Love me
Why can’t I just
Reveal my feelings?

Why am I
So much in love
With you?
Why can’t I just
Hate you?
Forget you?

I know
My love is coming
And itz about to knock
At your heart……

Oh! You
Hold me
Love me
Wrap around me
And make me see
Everything so differently……

Today
I love loving you
You will never be pained
By me
My heart is
Where you feel home,

Secured,
And loved……

So….
Close your eyes,
And feel the fire
Can’t you see?
I want to be loved…….

I am taking the risk
Of being hurt again
Your friendship is
What I treasured
Which showers love
Like a bath in rain…


So dear
Come here
Don’t waste life
With your what if’s
Forget all questions
Coz, I am the answer

A Cup of Tea and the Bus Which Never Came...

It was raining cats and dogs that evening. Sujoy was returning home from work. Here was a man who was content with everything in his life. At 30 years, he had a wife and a two-year old son. With them there was a permanent government job. Really, what more could he want? At that moment all he wanted was a bus to Howrah. He lived there. Not a fancy flat that you see nowadays, but an old house. And he needed to get there. It was his fifth wedding anniversary. He couldn't afford to be late that evening. He knew how Sheela was. A perfect housewife, but with a terrible temper which he, in spite of not admitting it, used to fear. But he also loved her. As did he love his son. He would be joining school the next day. Imagine Rahul going to school! Barely two years old and his son is going to school!


It was a bandh that day. Sheela had told him not to go to work. It would be hard getting a bus back home. And now this rain. He hadn't even brought his umbrella. It was quite clear and sunny in the morning. Who would have known that the evening would turn out like this.
Sujoy was desperately hoping for a bus. But God doesn't always give us everything we ask for. However He also gives a lot unasked. Whether they are for our good is not for us to decide. God's queer ways!


He was walking along the lake when the rain became heavy. There was a shelter over the bus-stand on the other side of the road. He crossed the street at a run and took refuge under it. He knew it was going to be a long wait. As it was a bandh, only government buses would be plying.

"Only No.5",he thought. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lighted it. Sheela had told him many a time to quit smoking. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Standing under that shed alone, he could here the thunder asking him, "Are you happy?"
"Yes, why shouldn't I?
I've got a loving wife, a son, a job, my mother, a place to live in.
What else could I want?"
What else could he want? Maybe nothing, maybe a lot.

Disgusted, he threw the cigarette in the gutter. There are times like this when you feel there is something missing in your life, but you can't say what it is. Only, a voice keeps on saying in your ears-"More".


Smoking always makes you feel thirsty. He took out his bottle from his brief-case. It was empty. A few yards away there was a tea-stall. He went inside it at a run.
"Bhaisaab, thoda paani milega?"
"Maaf kijiye saab, abhie kuchh nahi milega. Dukaan bandh hone waala hai."
This was disgusting. He was just walking off when the man called out to him.
"Saab Chaye piyenge?"
"Hai kya?"
"Jee adha cup hoga. Chalega?"
"Kyon nahin?"
The man poured the tea from his stained kettle into a plastic cup. Sujoy took it and tried to bring out his wallet.
"Nahin saab. Paisa nahin lagega."
"Kyon?"
"Jee dukaan bandh ho chuka hai."
Sujoy smiled to himself. People are seeing too much movies these days. But getting something free doesn't hurt, does it?


He returned to his poor man's shelter in the bus-stand. He had just taken a sip from the cup when he suddenly heard someone coughing violently behind him. Sujoy was startled. He was too much preoccupied with thoughts about his poor self that he hadn't even noticed that there was another soul sharing that shade with him. It was a girl. She was barely 22.Dressed in a simple salwar, she couldn't really be called beautiful but it was enough to earn her more than a passing glance. She looked extremely frail and sick. There were dark patches under her eyes which spoke of nothing but suffering. Yet there was something in those eyes which kept Sujoy spellbound for a few moments. There was a depth as well as a strange emptiness in those eyes. You would feel lost in that ocean of twirling grey.
The girl was trying to tell him something. But her bouts of cough prevented her from doing so. Sujoy felt that he heard her saying "Jol, Jol" once. He himself was thirsty. He looked once at his hard-earned cup of tea and after hesitating for a moment he offered it to the girl. She drank it all in one gulp. Sujoy could see that she was having some trouble breathing. He patted her on the back. The girl reacted as if he had set a shiver down her spine. She looked at him in a strange way. There was a little bit of everything in those eyes-some gratitude, some fear, some admiration. He could not fathom what it was.


The tea seemed to do a world of good for her. After a few minutes, it seemed that she was regaining herself. Her pale cheeks regained some colour and she got back some of the composure that is characteristic of every Bengali girl.
"Thanks dada"
"It was nothing", said Sujoy, "What happened to you?"
She smiled. Sujoy could see her smile spread to her eyes.
"Asthma", she said with a sigh.


All this while she was sitting on a bench in the bus-stand. She tried to get up but stumbled onto Sujoy. He eased her back gently on the bench and sat beside her. This was odd. Sitting on a bench near the lake with an unknown girl with him would have been a very romantic situation indeed, if he would not have been married.


A bus of a different route made a stop at the bus stand. Its glaring headlamps momentarily dazzled them and when it left, it left the two souls in the mercy of the street-lamps, which made the place darker than ever before. This happens. Sometimes your feelings seem to be reflected from your surroundings. At that time, Sujoy's mind was clouded with thoughts-thoughts about himself, his family, his 10 to 5 office job, his monotonous routine, and that of the poor girl-carrying quite an incurable disease with her at such a tender age.


Sujoy lit a cigarette. He had given out two puffs when the girl started to cough yet again. Sujoy looked into her eyes and threw away the cigarette. She didn't tell him to do it. Her eyes had the astonishing quality of speaking her mind. The girl seemed to be rather embarrassed for making him throw away the cigarette.


"So, what's your name?"
For the first time, Sujoy heard her speak normally. Her voice was like a river trickling down the mountains-the boulders try to resist it but it still finds its way through them.
"Sujoy", he said, "What's yours?"
"Priya."
"Hmm, nice name."
Was it another flash of lightning? No. She smiled.
Sujoy could feel something going on inside him. What it was he couldn't tell. But he needed to get over it.
"Where do you live?" he asked, "You are too weak to go somewhere in this state."
"Are you going to take me home with you?"
For the first time, there was a faint smile on Sujoy's lips.
"No, but I could help you get on the bus", he said.
"I live in Howrah."
"Now that's some coincidence"
"Why?"
"I live there too."
"Are you trying to flirt with me?" Her voice was almost playful.
"No."
"That's good. You better not."
Both of them smiled at each other. Their eyes met. A chill ran down his spine. He had never felt something like this before.


He couldn't do this. He couldn't fall in love again. Or could he? No he definitely couldn't. He had a family-a wife and a son. And he cared for them. He just couldn't fall for a girl he had known only half an hour ago.
What was the relationship that was binding these two souls together? Love? Or maybe lust? No. It couldn't be. She had called him 'Dada'. Maybe she looked at him as a brother. He had no right to think like this about her. She trusted him. She had talked to him in a friendly manner. Was it enough to make him fall for her? Isn't this a breach of her trust? Isn't this a breach of the trust that Sheela has in him, that Rahul has in him, his widowed mother has in him? A monotonous life can't be excuse enough to play with so many people's emotions. What was he expecting of Priya? Why was he expecting something from her? Just because he had helped her in her moments of distress, he could not expect something from her. His mother had taught him so in his childhood. And the same question kept coming back again and again in his mind-"What do I expect from her? And why do I?"


This was going too far. He couldn't take it any longer. He got up from the bench and looked at her. She threw him a questioning glance. He forced his eyes away from her and started to walk through the rain. She called out to him-
"Where are you going?"
"Home", was Sujoy's brief reply.
"Didn't you say you live in Howrah?"
"I lied."


That was the last time they talked to each other. When Sujoy looked at her from the corner of his eye, he could see her looking at him, with an expression of incredulity. Even from the distance he could clearly see those eyes-the mist of twirling grey.


It was almost dawn when he reached home. Sheela opened the door. Her eyes said that she had been up all night. She asked-
"Ki go,eto deri holo keno?"
"Bus paini."
He didn't feel like talking anymore. He went off straight to bed. When he woke up next day, it was 6 in the evening. He was running a high temperature. Sheela was beside him. She had dozed off and her head was on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair. A drop of tear rolled down his cheeks. He closed his eyes once more.


It was 4 days before he could join office again. He was sitting in his desk and sipping a cup of tea when Dibyendu called out to him. Dibya was his childhood friend. They had been together both in school and college and now they were working in the same office.
"Oy Sujoy. There was an ad in Monday's Statesman from Webel. They have a vacant post. You better go through it."
Sujoy nodded and rummaged out the paper from under his desk. He was going through the ad when suddenly his eyes fell on a small newsprint:

Girl found dead on a bench near the lake

By a staff reporter: The body of a girl,23 years old has been found on a bench near the bus-stand in the Rabindra Sarobar lakes last evening. Post mortem reports suggest that she was suffering from lung cancer. Her body has not been claimed yet. From her purse, the police has recovered papers which suggest that she was some Priya Banerjee of Howrah.

The cup fell from Sujoy's hands. Another cup of tea lost. For the girl he didn't knew. God's queer ways indeed.

Cinderella 2006

I heard about Cinderella at a very early age. and I thought she exists only in the land of fairy tales...but some weeks ago, I met her. So here I'm gonna write about Cinderella (call her Cindy, if u like) of this not-at all-fairy-tales-land.

With the modern age, Cindy has got rid of her step-mother and her step sisters. but that certainly doesn't mean that her life is all smooth sailing....her curriculam has taken over the responsibility from her step relations!!!

And as it's the cyber age, So Cindy prefers chatting than going to the parties. So she has fixed a meeting with the Fairy Godmother and she said she doesn't want the 00:00 hour time limit...she explained, after attending colleges and doing the assignments she can go to online parties just some time before 12. so she can't let it happen....

The Fairy Godmother got pissed and she said, she is not very comfortable with the net thinggie!! and resigns...moreover, she is pissed because Cindy asked her whether she is the same Fairy Godmother of Shreak2...

so Cindy has chosen an internet service provider as the substitute of the Fairy Mother. the time limit has rearranged, and now her time is from 9pm to 9am. as soon as the clock chimes 9times, she has to go back offline and her mouse becomes limp(mouse is the only common factor)...

But Cindy is a bit worried thinking about how she'd left a piece of her shoe to the Prince Charming( He is not like the one from Shreak2)....So finally after thinking she has decided that she'd leave an offline message for the Prince and all he has to do is to meet all the girls he has chatted and to ask them to send him message from that id...that way, shoe size has been replaced by password....

dnt ask me the end of the story, coz life is flowing...And only Cindy can tell us about the further story....

but Cindy, we do pray so that u live happily ever after....

are u reading this Cindy?????

Looked upon the shore

A look to the right
A look to the left
The setting sun looked upon us
As the boat waded through the warm water
There was more to behold and more to see
Amidst the bridge among troubled waters
The night waited for us .. T

The lights started shining
The queue started diminishing
We moved towards the shore
Hoping to revive the glorious past

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Truck Art......!!!!

Something you've been longing for...

Ed finally decides to take a vacation. He books himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeds to have the time of his life--until the boat sank. He found himself swept up on the shore of an island with no other people, no supplies...nothing...only bananas and coconuts.

After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to him. In disbelief, he asks her, ‘Where did you come from? How did you get here?’

‘I rowed from the other side of the island,’ she says. ‘I landed here when my cruise ship sank.’

‘Amazing,’ he says. ‘You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you.’

‘Oh, this?’ replies the woman. ‘I made the rowboat out of raw material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm branches. And the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree.’

‘But, but, that's impossible,’ stutters Ed. ‘You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?’

‘Oh, that was no problem,’ replies the woman. ‘On the south side of the island, there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware.’ Ed is stunned. ‘Let's row over to my place,’ she says.

After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As Ed looks onto shore, he nearly falls out of the boat. Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, he could only stare ahead, dumbstruck. As they walk into the house, she says casually, ‘It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down please. Would you like to have a drink?’

‘No, no, thank you.’ he says, still dazed. ‘Can't take any more coconut juice.’ ‘It's not coconut juice,’ the woman replies. ‘I have a still. How about a Pina Colada?’

Trying to hide his continued amazement, he accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces,

‘I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the cabinet in the bathroom.’

No longer questioning anything, Ed goes into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside of a swivel mechanism. ‘Wow! This woman is amazing!’ he muses, ‘What next?’

When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines-strategically positioned-and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for him to sit down next to her. ‘Tell me,’ she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, ‘We've been out here for a really long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for all these months. You know...’ She stares into his eyes.

He can't believe what he's hearing: ‘You mean---’, he swallows excitedly, ‘I can check my email from here?!’

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Source : Joke Files

Didimar Jhuli

When I was kid,we had all these fairy tales to amaze our kiddish imagination......it may be Cinderella for some it may be even the good old "thakumar Jhuli"(which is on the road to extinction now) for a few others.I had spent most of my childhood in my Didima's home(our dear old didima whom we lovingly call"Namma").And my Namma had this amazingly stock of stories to tell........starting from mythological stories to ghost stories even the stories of "Rajputtur and Swadagarputtur".Every evening after our studies were over, Namma is done with her "thakur puja" n the rest........me, my cousin brother Tutuda n sometimes even my elder sister used to snuggle near Namma and ask her to tell us stories.After the usual cajoling she would finally give up and then start a story.Our hot favourite was that of "Neelkamal and Lalkamal" and another Upendrakishore Roychoudhury story"Cheel ma".While telling us the story of "Neelkamal and Lalkamal",whenever she used to tell us about the incident when the "Khakhos" would ask Lalkamal "Who is awake in the house?"......we used to shiver in fear and anticiaption of what would happen next.And every now and then we would interrupt her by saying-"Tar por?"

She used to love that undivided attention and adulation.Sometimes she used to tell us jokingly"If love to hear my stories so much then record my stories so that you will be able to hear it even when I won't be there!"At this inevitably we used to protest by arguing that she would have to stay with us forever and tell us those amazing stories everyday.

Years have passed.Obviously we don't need anyone now to tell us stories now.We now can read more intellectual and more purposeful books ourselves.A Neelkamal or a Lalkamal isn't so interesting enough now to amaze us, grown ups!And the amazing Namma who introduced us to the world of childhood fantasy is now herself recovering from a brain tumor operation and suffering from chronic lack of sodium and potassium!She,who can't even remember whether it's day or night or whether she really had her bath,has lost her ability to mesmerise us with any of her stories.Like the good old "Thakumar Jhuli" her "Jhuli" is empty now and on the road to extinction.

Thus every fantasy would turn into hard core Realism,Imagination would be loathed by Intellect.Peter Pan won't be able to remain a happy boy in his Neverland...........he will finally grow up!!!!

Silhouetted Love

"It feels older.
Vitrified mirth, bland sweat, pale eyes...
Old beauty, corroded lusture, thinner flame...
It feels like I have little time, you know.

After an anaesthetised journey,
Memories of the Child are blanched
Hazy, Clouded times
Sped across with tremendous energy
A cyst-less past.
Random, motley, bare.
Plain.
Collapsibly beautiful.

Sing me a requiem.
I crave your voice...
Sing me a requiem
I must sleep;
A tenderly purple future awaits me-
I want to go there
Cyst-less."

...

Ah!
A slap.
You knew, of course,
That I'm immune to pain.

...

Oh yes!
You do realise that I've conned.
Your eyes confer
A Love so Late
That I belch a stifled hearty laugh.

The dire incredulity,
The terse bitterness,
The violin notes of ardor...
My dear, we have no choice
But to be savagely in love
With each other!

We have no choice
But to bask in the glory
Of the rhythmic adulation
The primordial breaths of the earth daub.

The wind smears on my ears
Aubades by day, and
Serenades by night.

I'm in love.

SUBHO NOBOBORSHER PRITI O SUBHECCHA !

JAMA MASJID BLASTS TODAY

Today I’m gonna write something which happened today evening… yaa a true story…

I’m talking about Delhi Blast- which happened today @ jama masjid… it was near about 5:20pm when 2 consequent blasts happened… it was shocking… a real shocking thing…

The first explosion took place at about 5:20 p.m. and the second at 5:35 p.m., said Ansarul Haque, spokesman at the Jama Masjid. The devices may have been placed inside plastic bags, he said. Prayers resumed at about 7:15 p.m. at the mosque after the police bomb disposal squad completed its search of the site.

whatz reason behind all these bloody thingz??? Can anyone answer these questions... With every blasts there are so many people are getting died… & some of them lost their family… mother… father… brother …sons.. Daughters… why????

Where is humanity??? Where is love?? Where is life??? & these brutal incidents are increasing day by day… & everyone is spectators there… this earth is turning to hell……

Is it what we call “LIFE”????????????

In the Hours of Meditation...

The Voice, making itself heard in the stillness of meditation, said :

'Terrible is the bondage of this world. Difficult is to escape from out the net of Maya. Life teaches us that in order to live truely one must go beyond life, one must conquer death. This is the supreme task, and the way to this conquest is through the victory over those physical instincts that lead unto death. I speak deeply to thee, my son, asking thee to keep wide, wide awake and pay heed to all that which comes to tempt thee. The only way in which to progress spiritually is to anticipate the faintest rise of temptation. Keep strict guard over thy mind. Constantly bust thyself that which is great and noble. In this manner thou shalt gradually make thyself free.

'When temptation comes, it often comes, as it were, of a sudden, before the mind has time to become aware of what is happenning. One is apparently hurried on to the point of yielding. All saints understand this. Therefore they anticipate evil thought; defeating its strength and the possibility of its rising by strenuos good thought. By thought is one made and unmade. Beware, then, that thou dost think good thoughts.

'Remember that it is the mind which thou must keep constantly buoyed up. Never let it be idle. Idleness is the counterpart of the evil, the nest wherein it bears itself most fruitfully. Beware of idleness. Take life seriously. Realize the shortness of time and the greatness of the task of Self-unfoldment before thee. Now is thy time, now is thy opportunity. Bitterly shalt thou repent if thou dost allow thyself to drift carelessly into conditions of limitation and struggle, worse than those in which thou dost now find thyself. Be worthy of a better future, a better birth, by making thy present life a success of the spirit.

'The world abounds with death. The law of Karma is inevitable. Take heed, lest death find thee in the midst of thy sinning, and lest Karmafollow thy yielding to physical desire with increased bondage and dire misery. My son, after thou hast once tasted of the nectar of immortality, how is it possible for thee to feed on the husks of swine?

'Yet, do not be alarmed. The Grace of God is greater than mountain-loads of sin. So long as thou dost believe, so long is there hope. But the way is almost infinite in length. Think of the lifetimes necessary for the complete eradication of the evil, for the final transformation of the human into the divine consciousness. Canst thou, then, not understand how seriously thou shouldst labour for thine own good? And if thou dost love me, wilt thou not, for my sake at least, try to reach the Goal? How long have I waited for thee to be made whole and struggle manfully! I have yearned for thy righteousness. I shall always stand by thee; I shall always love thee, but thou must shake off thy lethargy. Come out of thy moral slothfulness; come, be a man!

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Written by : Frank Alexander, a direct disciple of Swami Vivekananda.

"The worst profile in Orkut" trick...

Orkut is fast becoming an well known social network.This is mainly due to it's firm architecture and security policies.Orkut is really secure,you can never really save the login password,you will have to type it every time you enter.But still,orkut has some flaws which allows some pranks to be played.To tell the truth,at first,I was also embarrased by this!!!

Did you ever see a scrap in your friend's scrap book or a post in a forum titled "the worst profile in orkut" with a link to the "worst profile in orkut"?When you click on that link,to your surprise,you land up to your own profile!!!Then you feel totally embarrased,and wonder how it is possible!!!Is'nt it?Did you ever wonder how it is done?Orkut profile urls look like this http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=15986554242344144315 .The number after "uid" is to locate your profile.The link that says your profile is the worst in orkut will look like this http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?2uid=15986554242344144315 .

See the difference?There is a 2 before "uid".Actually this should be a wrong url,but it is the orkut server that directs all such urls to the profile of the person who clicks them.This may be regarded as a flaw in orkut,or just a way to play pranks on your friends.Just as you will like to see this.

(Originally published in "Dreamz Unlimited...")

Rone De Aaj Humko Tu Aankhen Sujane De,
Bahon Mein Le Le Aur Khud Ko Bheeg Jaane De

Hai Jo Seene Mein Qaid Dariya Wo Chooth Jaayega,
Hai Itna Dard Ke Tera Daaman Bheeg Jaayega

Tere Dil Mein Meri Sanson Ko Panaah Mil Jaaye...
Tere Ishq Mein Meri Jaan Fanaa Ho Jaaye

Adhoori Saans Thi, Dhadkan Adhoori Thi, Adhoore Hum,
Magar Ab Chaand Poora Hai Falak Pe, Aur Ab Poore Hain Hum

LIFE is a JOURNEY......

 

The Alchemy

Wise men say that alchemy or as known in bengali "paraspathar" if it touches anything then that thing is turned into gold.In literary or even in spiritual term "paraspathar" is often termed as something that makes your life golden, i.e as fire is supposed to purify gold......alchemy is supposed to purify you on a spiritual level.I am not talking about God,Religion,or Dogmas of any kind but I'm talking about spirituality i.e being in touch with your spirit!

I've often wondered what can be called the alchemy of our life....My personal life experiences and also the lives and works of others that perhaps Sorrow is the main alchemy in our life.As wisemen ay sorrow is like the fire that purifies us and makes us beter human beings.Not only that it acts as a guideline.....People say that unless you haven't experienced sorow in life you won't be able to understand happiness......you won't be able to experience sympathy or empathy of any kind....you would be missing one of your basic emotional experience.As Tagore says,

"amar e dhup na porale,
gondho kichue nahi dhale
amar e dweep na jalale
deye na kicchue alo
ei korocho bhalo nithur
ei korocho bhalo"

If we give thought to it we would certainly find that it is really true that alone sorow can actually light the extinguished fire inside us......it may make us come closer to our soul.....it may inspire us for creating master pieces.......Aye the most celebrated songs of the world is that of tragedy...that of sorrow......the same can be said about poems too!I don't want to go into the details of differentiating the causes of sorrow.But somewhere down the line I still believe and would continue believing that sorow is really the alchemy in our life.We just have to accept the fact that there's somewhere hidden in sorow is the essence of happiness!

JELLY BEAN PRAYER

Have you heard the story of the jelly beans?

The black ones are a symbol of our sinful heart,
cold and hard not a good start.

The red ones would be,
the blood shed for you and me.

The white ones would mean washed white as snow,
by the blood of Jesus do you know?

The green ones mean growth for our clean heart,
so we can tell others of Jesus, now that's a good
start.

The yellow ones would mean streets of gold,
like the ones in Heaven, as in the book of
Revelation is told.

The purple ones are to mean like the robe He wore,
when our sins on the cross He bore.

So the next time you see a bag of jelly beans,
you will know what the colors mean.

(source-- some books... & some friendz on cristianity)

2 friends 

Lost love...

source : The Southpaw Outlaw

Part-I

Its true....
That it really takes more than a life time
To forget someone you love...


That it haunts like hell to realize that life would ever be so empty
Inspite of having everything....


That nothing and i mean nothing compares
To the moments you have had with your love....


That those precious things which were priceless once...
Comes free for you and it doesn't even matters...


That heartache increases with every breath you take....
That time heals all wounds....
All but mine...



Part-II

Love hurts when you break with someone....
It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you...


Love hurts when the person you love
Has no idea what you feel....


But love hurts most
when the person you love
Is happy with someone else.....

YOU.............

I love you
And I know
I know now….

See……
The winds blow
The rivers flow
They all know
Make my face glow……

Your presence
Makes me feel
I can fly,
On the sky……
For you……
My heart beats,
Insanely……
I feel happy
I feel lonely……

I want you
To hold my hands,
To touch my lips,
To make me insane,
By your kiss……

Oh! You
Erase the line
Make me yours,
And be mine,
Take me higher,
On cloud nine……

You are my love
You are my life,
I can’t change what I did,
You are the one
You are my pride,
Your love is only
What I need

"Successful love is always unsuccessful !"...Is it??

Prologue: On reading the previous post yesterday I felt like making a comment. and as I've enjoyed writing that and Vivek, the author of the post, enjoyed reading it in spite of the differences in our opinion. so I got a request to compose a post stating my take on this post... so here it is....

according to Vivek, marriage means THE END of love..he said that (well, i think u can read it urself, so no point in repeating it again...) I know it feels ultimately romantic to say that the true love are those that remain unsuccessful. but however romantic we are, would we ever want our love story to be unsuccessful? NO!! we wouldn't.. it feels great to read about romantic love stories with a tragic end...it touches our heart when we heard about them... we empathize when we see it in silver screen...that's why 'Laila-Majnu', "Romeo-Juliet" and etc etc are so famous...

But we all know that it's extremely painfull to live through such a love story... let me talk about my personal experiences...I've a crush on a friend..and though at a time I thought I'd prefer Romantic unsuccessful love, My heart bleeds when I saw her talking about her boy friend..the mere thought of that I can't ever have her is damn painfull...and it was just a CRUSH...

But I'm not saying that marriage (live together may be..) is the ultimate goal of Love. I know people who can love each other deeply though they never get married...but it takes a lot of courage. and I salute them.. but most people are not like them. generally when two people fall in love, both of them dreams about marrying each other...ain't it? then they get married...and slowly it seems that the love is fading away..they get busy with their life..with their work and family..and they managed to get less time for themselves..and slowly the become habituated to each other...and It seems the love is lost..

BUT IS IT? to know the answer we first need to know what love is. is love only about sitting in Victoria whispering sweet nothings to each other's ears? Is love is only about lying in each other's arms below the star studded sky? is love only about buying gifts for each other on Valentine's day?Is love only about loving each other???? I agree all these are Love. but there are more things in love than the things mentioned.

it takes a lot of courage and LOVE to spend all ur life with another person. to adapt to a different lfestyle, to take care of the person, to be with him/her thru all the ups and downs of life....

I believe LOVE is about togetherness, to be with a person even when u are tired of him...it's about doing little things for him that brings a smile to his lips...it's about deciding that u can spend all ur life with this person and actually doing it.. love is not only about reading poems , or listening songs, or writing letters...it's about understanding each other and their needs, it's about spending time with the special person even when he has lost all his speciality..it's about serving the person each and everyday of ur life... and thus the flow of love remains stronf underneath the monotony of married life..sometimes even the people concerned do not get it...but love is always there...it's impossible to live ur life with a person only by adjustment.Love makes it possible...

so I believe, that even the mundane stories of a couple has a strong and excitingly wonderful lovestory and it succeds in the success of their love...the only thing is that only they know about the greatness of the love story

(that's all!! this post reflects the idea I 've accquired about love so far...and i'm still learning ....and the idea is everchanging...)

The Love Paradox

THE PARADOX :

“Every man in love is a poet inside.”

This truly canvases the state of a person in love. He becomes so romantic that he feels, he sees, he hears his sweetheart everywhere.

Jaanam, dekh lo, mit gayi dooriyaan

Main yahaan hoon, yahaan hoon, yahaan hoon, yahaan..

Main hi main ab tumhaare khayaalon mein hoon

Main jawaabon mein hoon, main sawaalon mein hoon

Main tumhaare har ek khwaab mein hoon basa

Main tumhaari nazar ke ujaalon mein hoon

Dekhti, ho mujhe, dekhti ho jahaan

Main yahaan hoon, yahaan hoon, yahaan hoon, yahaan

He cannot brush her off his mind for a single moment. Not that he wants to, but still the presence of the other person lingers whether he wants or not. Everything seems to be incomplete, tasteless without her. But still there lies an immeasurable, undescribable pleasure in this writhing pain. Only people with experience will know that.

When a love matures successfully, ultimately marriage happens. And…

“Aajke je prem-e pore unmaad, ghor songsari hobe kaal she.”

(The one who is madly in love today, will be entagled in the suffocating web of family tomorrow.)

–Suman Chattopadyay

Thus when marriage happens, children come into the scenario, the zing-factor disappears. I’m not ever saying that love disappears… I’m just saying that this butterflies in your stomach, the dreams of a beautifully moonlit walk along a beach, hand-in-hand … disappears. The romanticism disappears. The married couple knows about each and every habit of each other, they gradually turn over all the pages of a book, and perhaps doesn’t feel the urge for a revision. Everyday life becomes monotonous. But, man by nature is romantic, imaginative. He becomes bored at anything predictable. Hence the charm dies out. You can listen to someone crying out from within for a way out. Involved in the petty problems of life, the coin loses its shine, the green field becomes littered, the clear blue sky gets covered with rainy clouds. Frustration creeps in and results in outbursts. You look back to the good old days and give out a large sigh.

But you did become successful in love. What happened then? The problem is very plain… love is just a madness. It’s just natures chemistry to bring people together and reproduce offsprings. Men arent that much animalistic so that men will come running from all directions hearing a woman’s love-calls and make vigorous love. Nature is clever. She knows intelligent life needs intelligent devices to get it noticed. And hence is this dream called love, a strange sequence of chemical reactions in the brain! But there is a way out, and a most odd and surprising way…

Didn’t you ever feel a bit sorry for Saurav Ganguly? For his sudden exit and such a disrespectful manner, almost like a kick-in-the-butt. And for Sachin Tendulkar in Wankhede Stadium recently… for his tremendous insult bestowed by the wooing of his homeland crowd? Don’t you feel that they should have let go when the others thought they shouldn’t… i.e. they should let go when they are at the top, than while at the bottom. But still, human instincts hold them back. It can’t be helped. If Jack in Titanic would have survived, then it wouldn’t have been so much of a touching movie… I can still hear the old lady saying, “I don’t even have a single picture of him(Jack). He exists only in my memory.” The catch is that this line is so romantic because the person she’s talking about isn’t there. He’s an imagination… and hence the butterflies still exist in her stomach, the zing still is there to make her cry for her lost love, and wets our cheeks too! Though she's a century of years old, but at heart, she still remains the beautiful teenager Rose, almost like an angel to our eyes!

EPILOGUE :

Yes, now the time has come to phrase the paradox. So, here it is :

Successful love is always unsuccessful !

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This post would be a deserving reply to a previous post by our fellow blogger Hermis who said, “Isn't the most read romantic books are those where the love remains unfulfilled? Dont know the answer....but can anyone answer me this?”

I AM INDEBTED TO MY DEAR FRIEND ADITYA NARAYAN ROYCHOUDHURY FOR HIS THOUGHTS. IN FACT I HAVE ONLY VOICED HIS OPINIONS...

The Praying Hands

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines. They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.

Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you." All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - ever makes it alone!