Saturday, July 11, 2009

akash ta aaj boroi nil..


akash ta aaj boroi nil..
aaj amay peechu deko naa...
je rong tomar chokhe shamil...
she chokh bhijiye dio naa...
bondhu tomar ami tai....
onno daabi rekho naa...
deko naa...
bondhutter hoyena podobi...
bondhu tumi kendo naa...
bondhu sobuj chirodeen...
bondhutter boyesh bare naa...
bondhu tomar ami tai....
antyiotaye bendho naa...
kendo naa...
hoitoh tomar alnaye...
thakbe na amar jama...
jhulbe na tomar barandaye....
amar punjabi pajama...
tobuo moner janalay....
obadh anagona....dujona....
hathat cha er sugondhe...
hathat kono boi er pataye...
hathat moner anonde...
apon mone kobitaye....
hathat khuje pawa sukh...
char dewale bendhonaa...
dhore rekho naa...
akash hoye jabe fekashe...
tobu amader ghuri...
urbe moner akashe...
ononto chelemanushi...
shei chelemanushi take...
onno naam e deko naa...
peechu deko naa...

listen to the song here

Friday, July 10, 2009


what is so precious about u?? why i miss you so much...?? why do i think about u all the time?? why do i find reasons to talk to you once...?? and when we talk y do i find excuses to make the conversation longer and longer?? why do i always want to be with you?? y do i always keep thinking about the cozy moments we shared...?? why is there a spark my eyes when i see that green button glow beside your name in my gtalk?? why does it always feel happy to hear your voice??why do i think of you deep into the night of the moments when you have looked deep into my eyes??why does my heart always rises up to bless thee?? why do i always want to be where you are??why do i wake up from the dream with a smile on my face and then all of a sudden start crying??why do i want only you to hold me tight when i am feeling lonely?? why are you the reason for the tear drops in my eyes??

coz you are someone WORTH it....

i am not a princess of some fairytale....i am just a dreamer who keeps on dreaming bout u...i dont ask you to love mee in return....to wipe of my tears when i cry...to turn back and look at mee when u have already surpassed mee...to hold my hands and make me cross the hurdles of life....to lend me a short breath when i am ill...to soar high with mee in the middle of the night to the land of some unknown stars....to be a part of my musing...to walk bare feet on the grass after it had rained...to stand on the edge of the cliff with arms stretched when the sun goes down....

all i am asking you to do is to wake up every morning to dream with mee....

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

home coming of maa

the morning felt to special today after mom returned from guwahati after nearly a month...i was happy...as i opened the door i didnt have to flash one of those fake smiles that i generally do when one of those noisy relatives arrive...

maa...there she was....my maa....i jumped into her arms and hugged her for long...until she got irritated and pushed mee off her...i tugged back again and that irritated her even more....but it was fun...moms back...finally...to mee...to her home...i hadnt realized it earlier....not atleast before i saw her this morning...how much i had missed her...how much the empty, lonely house needed her...

i took her bags in...fetched some chilled water for her and arranged for some tea...maa is perhaps the only indispensable person of my life...she had kept on accepting all my mistakes over the years....and all that with a smile...and even today i feel the biggest support and security of my life come from my mom...

Monday, February 9, 2009

coffee.....i cant do without












young couples are often found sitting cozily in some silent corner of a coffee shop. only a few are caught around the trees in the lush gardens of city and hardly anyone is sighted walking hand in hand in a Plaza. Of late, the language of love seems to have changed and the chemistry seems to have developed into a new equation.

Something like : "Foamy cappuccino + bubbly ambiance = chocolaty love" or “a cuppa fuming black coffee + sizzling browning = hot love” all credit to coffee parlors that dotted up the city map. "Let's talk it over a cuppa coffee," has become something like a signature tune among the young gen.

My friend once said, “a lot can happen over a cuppa coffee”...and yes a lot did happen over a few dozen cups of coffee...all lazy Sunday afternoons, we had spend in coffee shops, talking endlessly over few rounds of coffee...our latest crush...the habit was taken up then only to have grown intenser now... we always had our own private corner at the CCDs where we cud exchange a few naughty glances and pretend to have not noticed it at all....hours were spent relaxing and talking over coffee...the brewing smell still brings back the memory afresh.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008


I had stood at the confluence of two rivers a lot of times...compelled by the beauty and a feeling of togetherness….Mesmerizing…I had wished to lose myself in someone like the rivers…in the same way a river loses itself into another….After a point one cannot distinguish between the two and tell which is which…I stood spending hours catching the view of the water mingling into each other’s arm…there I stood and yearned…No, the rivers did not ask me to get a grip on it and move on….The yearning did…

These days the rain even hits a transparent glass cage around me and goes down...A cage I created out of the storms that passed mee and fires that smoldered in…And as I trip up the world in this fake invisible space suit, attracting the ridiculous mockery of the crowd around, I constantly keep seeking for that one eye, which will see the cage and open it…free me forever to let the rain drops fall on my face again…I cannot open this cage...I cannot even touch it nor touch anything outside…The only comfort being that it protects me – saves me – forever from the outside force...But you know what? I'd give it up forever to touch you.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything is made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

These lines are not written by mee…I read it somewhere…it speaks my mind and it says all that I ever wanted to say…

Sunday, July 13, 2008

widows of vrindavan

In many conservative Indian Hindu families, widows are turned away from the house because they’re considered as bringing bad luck. They are even blamed for their husband’s death by the superstitious relatives. The widows are regarded as a liability with no social standing, an unwanted mouth to feed. Often they’re thrown out of the family. Vrindavan, a holy city of Hindus is regarded as the city of widows. One destination where these grief-stricken women would find solace... Dharmashastra, the sacred legal text of the Hindus, states that one the husband dies the wife will have to spend the rest of her life in memory of her husband sacrificing every desire of well being. She will have to renounce life’s luxuries and withdraw herself from the society. There was once the practice of “sati” where the widow was burnt alive on the dead husband’s funeral pyre. The practice is now outlawed.




























A large group of related gather to smash the bangles, wipe off the vermillion and shave the hair of the little girl who just lost her old husband. The child does not even feel the grief. She would then be forced to wear white saris and eat once in a day. The Hindu widows are often removed from their families and children – abandoned in a widow ashram in Vrindavan.
The loss of a husband for these women becomes an upheaval beyond belief. It’s a way to isolation, poverty and despair. For thousands of women it is a journey towards the eternal truth - to a town considered divine in India called Vrindavan.
The widows in Vrindavan today are found on the streets, in ashrams and other centers of the city. Vrindavan has over 4,000 temples today and many ashrams. The approximate number of widows living in the holy city today numbers over 20,000.
The latest national census counts widows living in locations across India reach millions. The largest number of widows is currently found in Vrindavan.
Conditions in most of these ashrams of Vrindavan are dreadful. From sexual use to trafficking of younger widows occur here regularly. At Mathura ashram in Vrindavan conditions are grave. The widows, dumped by their family on the death of their husbands, have no resources of their own.

















































































































































There appear no chance for education, no protection from possible rape and no hope for a better life. They face situations of hunger, starvation and negligence as they try to survive with only one small plate of food a day. Some of the ashrams today are also scattered with diseases like tuberculosis, dysentery and STDs. Most often, in the poorest ashrams medical help is virtually non-existent.
“I came here with nothing. Even on the train, I had to sit on the floor and not on a bench,” said widow, who came to Vrindavan as a widow at the age of 33. “I had to sit by the toilet and slept under the bench on the floor. Since I came, I have never returned home. This is my only home now.”
Very little, which is close to no-help, has so far arrived from the government. Few of the NGOs work independently for the betterment of the conditions of the widows in Vrindavan. Women activists like Dr. Giri and the Guild of Service have brought forward the need of proper health care for these mistreated women.