"Conviction"

A trouble to face within,
A cacophony of desires;
Wishes encompassing,
A choice unparalleled;
How do I know?
Where do I go?

A conviction of the known kind,
Dreams woven of the right kind;
Little joys, hidden insanity;
Tapping onto craze,
Haze of the uttermost peace;
Restless tides!

Not more like the bustling North winds;
Even more like the warming bonfire,
Coinciding, mingling, rhythmic beat,
A heart with the other:
Soul completing the other.

Mine to be;
Yet prone to fall far;
Break free, bond free
Salvation to the other world! 

"Confessions of a Soul"

Upbringing of a new kind,
Uproar of yet another,
Bloody vengeance.

Omissions of the rights,
Inclusions of the catastrophe;
Changes but constant,
Rotten Disguise.

Confessions of a Soul,
True to itself;
Concise to the alter,
Perfection by the Word!

"Art of Symphony"

None like the other,

Yet similar,

Words surpassing effort,

Congruence of energies;

Leaves of the same kind.

Turning into prime age,

Twisting into meandering paths,

Seeking a distant chaos;

Enabling a longing Perfection!

Symphony of the same rejoiced.

"Monkeys"

One globe, a Scene,
Players of an act unique,
One word, one act, one dialogue,
Variations in conceiving
The Obvious!

Major and Small
Tine and resourceful
Yet an irony,
Monkeys of the same TREE!

"Wax With"

Hello, hello and hello,
A ring on the ringing bell,
Yet a song on its own.

A blend of genes unique,
Sounding aloud with mystic spice,
Loving the entry of life,
Spark by spark of ecstasy.

Long live the world of,
Belongingness to you,
Breath by breath I melt
To wax with you!

"CELEBRATE"

A chaos of clattering engines,
Sounding into the veins,
Glares of onlookers,
Screening through the body wrap.

I stand still and absorb,
Glowing with a rage of uncertainty,
Bonding with a flesh,
Echoing with hearts.

I see a face,
Known yet unknown,
Spirit of the same kind,
Love of the same force,
Love of an eon ago,
Yet ready to love again-
Youth, Cacophony, Mirth and Congruence !

Kindness in Action

I have been in the city of joy, fun, music and antiques for six solid months now. I board public transport for all transport requirements. My best eateries are fast food outlets on the pavements (not because they are excellent but because they provide fresh cooked food) and I am gaining weight!

I travel for over 2 hours daily in a bus, metro or otherwise. I find a lot of aged, senior citizens boarding the same, and I make a point to leave my seat for them. They need more support than I. Period.! If I can think this way, then why can't I find many more others doing the same? Definitely there are few who do the same, and few who go even beyond to demount and help a few to cross a road. That doesn't go too far considering the population.

We need more hands to help another. It is the need to make a better place. It costs us nothing but rewards us. Helping the old, a mother with a child, a specially enabled to find their ways. I am mocked at but I find pleasure even in the mockery. I know goodness is mine to earn and kindness is mine to show. 

Imagine a day when each of us are old, aged, wrinkled and alone! Who then shall be by us?

"Waxed"

A nonchalant procedure,
A careful approach,
No awful mysteries,
Silence reading through!
Feelings.

The tired eyes,
The smiling face,
A contradiction composed,
Inability to come through!
Weakness.

Empowering, magnifying,
All in vain,
Standstill to watch it fade,
Fastest than it ever did.
Soul!

Waxed to fate, it stands lifeless.

Being a part of CHAPTERS

ART defines a magnitude of difference; creatures that break monotony, individuals that bring a revolution and create an aura of incandescent self expression.

Being a writer, poet and admirer of everything that relates to art and self expression, CHAPTERS was the best I had been a part of so far. Four artists from varied fields of profession coming together to bring about a rethinking, soul searching, rediscovering of oneself. I believe I am overdoing it but I have the freedom to..

I found a profound joy in watching each painting and photograph over and over again. I grew with colors, cried with a few and smiled with many of them. The emotions we live with are what we carry forward until we breathe our last. Individuality is an amalgamation of upbringing, beliefs, societal experiences, spiritual faiths and the heart that is either hurt or loved. Finally, we break free, we dream, we chalk our dreams, we walk them and that is when we have a complete paradigm shift!

Thank you Artists for the enriching experience..!

Amanda Ray- A photographer, a wife, a soft spoken lady with precise crisp conversations. Her photographs are from places she has been to, things she loves and definitely keeps close to her heart. She loves encouraging young artists who do not have a platform to showcase their work. She helps them represent.

Lasantha Karunaratne loved and called 'Lasa', a Sri Lankan painter. She paints canvases with intricate details woven through colors. I understood her love for paint, canvas and frames when I helped her string, hang and wrap them. I know they are her other world-her own infinite dreams!

Namrata Chattaraj- An ardent lover of music, she captures moods, emotions and variations of persona with her colors. I saw chords of my own life coming alive through her paintings. I so well related to them!

Siddharth Sengupta - A young man, growing up to the extraordinary capability of painting 'evolution'. He captures abstracts, and definitely gives meaning to them. A free mind, eloquent and a synonym to his own art.

May your journey be that of the Torch Bearer!

Kolkata

It had been an amazing year 2015. Lots of learning, lots of experiences, the good, the bad and the ugly 2015 though left me with the most wonderful memories. First my daughter started talking complete sentences (too much), second I restarted my career in a newer place #Kolkata, third met the most unexpected surprise that I could die of happiness. #2015 counted!

Recipe of 2015 was:

• My daughter started her little over zealous jumps and thuds that got her a fall from the bed upside down. 
• I met with an accident (grateful I am breathing) that got my hand upset. Apparently I'm doing well and typing with the same.
• Moved/relocated to Kolkata. 
• I and family saved a mouse that fell into my bucket. 
• I killed another mouse that got into my daughter's way.
• Surprised by the most thought about friend with a destiny gifted surprise meeting.

KOLKATA:

A place of #artandculture. Life's really all about music, songs, events, get-together and definitely Chaiwalas with #terracotta cups. What I find irrevocably awesome is the pride in being a Bengali or Bong. Probably it the best crowd to be with. There might not be too much of intelligence from all sides but the dare to be different from all is commendable.

I am a foodie and yes I love this place and its food--from Hilsa to Rosogulla, I am up for it. I can survive with just a Rs. 50 in my hand in a day ! It was surprising for me when my landlord cooked both lunch and dinner for 4 days till we had our cargo and luggage set. There's nothing to return this gesture except well wishes.

Jobs are too many but there's something lacking. I am still to understand what before I comment on this. Local youth complain of not having a good salary structure by employers. I still believe candidates need to fit in the right structure to have a satisfying career. Jobs are not less.

Weather, can't say much as it is very wonderful for me coming from colder place. I am yet to experience heat here. And yes, I see love everywhere..!

2016:

Wishing to make a memorable year with lots more smiles. I hope Kolkata is a turning point..!

The World is a small place!

Such were the words of wisdom that echoed today. The most unexpected games of life are happening to me at the fastest pace ever. And the reciprocation of the same "love-hate" feelings were the most astonishing. Indeed my world is definitely growing smaller!

Business meeting and me totally clueless of what and how I should speak (even when I speak so much and so well). Dumbness! and Hopelessness being the aftermath. Grateful that I am alive.

One sentence gratitude to conclude this - Thanks to the 'conspirator' friend who brought me to this situation and thanks to the other friend who made me realize yet another time that I am good at literature-----my dream to be a writer!

Bingo! I hit the dart eventually!

Overwhelmed by an honest feeling of pride

It has been ages of feeling truly proud of anyone other than family.
Success is manifold. You are successful only when all dimensions-professional, social, emotional and financial-are strong and a continual joy flows in. Witnessing such a story and dream of my own for someone known has finally met its first milestone.

I handed over a few dreams to a friend some 5 years back. I took a solemn promise to keep following if the dreams are shaping up. In due course, all have fallen into place and today the bliss of family, friends and profession in true harmony has given rise to the founding of a new Company. Neither am I connected nor an employee but am a complete well wisher of my friend and his Company.

It is the most honest feeling I am experiencing after motherhood. God Bless....

Marketing & Sales AND Women--A collective perception.

By profession I am a marketer-MBA. By gender I am a female, By experience I am a mid-entry level. By caste I am Brahmin and by nationality an Indian. By marital status - married.

The above statement is a mix of all things that most employers (I have been to) have in their recruitment forms, applications etc. HR rounds comprise of psychometric tests that give them my level of peoples' skills, tolerance, aggression, ambition and leadership. So far so good.

When I come face to face with the key interviewer (let me assume I am through with all other interviewers), and all goes well until the shock he/she receives at the knowledge of my motherhood. I can only smile at those faces. The rest of the story is the same that I have been hearing since my pregnancy. Lot of reasons that envelop my absorption into the organization that ultimately becomes an abortion of a job. I agree to all that being a mother of a child of 2.2 years, managing work and life is going to be difficult and it might harm the deadlines, revenue targets and ROI (investment in me). That's my personal perception or story. You don't need to be bothered because eventually I will take care of my life the best way.

Now, a few days back I met a key person of PNB with quite a few years into the development cadre of banks. He narrated the story of his wife, a teacher, who decided to work when their son was of the age of my daughter now. She had to face the same odds not just from employers but from her own parents. This gentleman then went ahead in making a few things straight that, I quote "If a married lady sits at home for more than 5 to 8 years doing the home job than her qualification ends up at matriculation even though she might be a graduate". I took it well.

Again, just before I got married, I was working at a well paying organization and at that time I had few gentlemen tagging me as a Brahmin. I am definitely proud of what I am but pity the state of all like us due to reservations in everything for the so called scheduled castes.

I now pen the greatest of all experiences---Sales and Marketing AND Women are an integral part of a system of any kind. Companies are run by people and a female in a male concentric organization is an advantage for the employer and a less advantageous option for the lady. She needs to fight her odds through her gentlemen  colleagues, her family responsibilities to make a mark that she is capable. Her employer employs her with the knowledge that she has a personality to speak, look in the eye, hard working and the greatest of all, NO ONE CAN BE RUDE TO A LADY. A lady with a pleasing personality is what every organization looks at. Her smile, her walk, her grace, her brains and her wit is never to be underestimated.

Promotional activities with good looking ladies are a hyped, time tested and crucially effective strategy. So ladies, its you to decide which side of the court you would be. Hone your passions and blow the whistle or let things be run by undermining bunch of leaders and make a mistake.

Hypocrisy, white walls, red colors...-Life's too big a word!

Who am I? What am I? How am I? Where am I? When will I be? ....Gosh...all the I's together make our lives. Sincerely, for me Life's too big a word and a bigger jungle of everything. Should I worry on commenting on politics or get ruled by it? Should I worry about the blood red Paris and the tit for tat and a loss of lives and the pool of red color? Should I worry about the real India or the reel India? Where is my daughter growing up?

She is 2 years and 2 months, I am thinking of a play school by next month. Now I wonder how will I grow her up? What should I teach her? Intolerance, politics, hypocrisy, falsehood, hatred or am I doing the right thing by teaching her simple Humanity--embracing humans not a 'religion-al' object?

I am over 30 and I have seen quite as much I need to was what I thought when I got married but as days are passing by I realize that age has nothing to do with experiences and learning. All my knowledge fails when I behold others! I do not understand anything, I stand speechless and a complete jackass to conversation.

Each one of us have our shares of joy and grief but then why be so aloud to eat up lives? I can't kill a cockroach....I wonder how people kill for petty things. The other side-----do we have so much of poverty? Or is the laze of everyone in, out or under poverty for not working when every limb seems to be working? Another side probably is the power hungry mass of jerks who definitely could sell their mothers, wives, daughters and everybody just to be on the 'right to order' position. I am amazed. God Bless the generation that has yet to learn ABCD.

I put a little question to myself --" Should I stop being good because the other is not?".....I 'd definitely not. That doesn't mean I would allow morons to eat up my life..!

"Oxymoron"

An eight lettered word,
An entire world in itself;

Two in one,
Practically emotional,
Eagerly soft,
Hyper yet composed..!

Two oxymoron objects,
Yet so suitably compatible...

Amazed at the pace!

"Unison"

An unexplained word,
An attitude inborn,
An offspring of the other kind;
A string of the same chord!

Bound to play the windchime
Bound to dance in the rain,
Pure and clean,
No dirt on skin.

No winning attitude,
No cruel intentions,
A feeling of unison,
The Lady of mirth all bestowing.

Holding hands, folding arms,
Mingling fingers, child's smile;
Unite to make a godly play,
Enact we must..!

"Long Enough.."

Long enough...waited for,
Seen an age of changing perceptions,
Lost a lot many views,
Unwilling to give up more.

Clinging onto a cliff,
Ready for a plunge
An overwhelming desire,
Cannot let go.

Am for,
I was,
And the mighty sky mocking,
I am reborn smiling back at it.

Come and get me,
Only when once you bow to me...Long Enough.!

"The Hanging Indent"

Surprising words of fun,
The fun quotient,
The sheer meaning of unbound spirit,
What a Hanging Indent..!
I miss it..

The suppressing of words,
The opening up of new views,
Reliving a broken tie with oneself...
That breath, that sigh, that mischief:
What a jingle jungle it was
I miss it...

That very stature of a being,
Discovering the unknown strengths,
I miss that conviction..

I am left with a void of the Hanging Indent....
Out on space....

"NEXUS"

The notes of a song so wonderfully woven,

The sweetness so joyfully spread,

A moment as an eon of ethereal thirst 

Quenched in a single moment.

An obnoxious idiot as I am,

Another jam of waves;

Holy Nexus.

"Online Booking"

A thought into the spread of words,
A smile at the vivid clarity,
A wish so honest,
And the encapsulating world into mine.

How does the Almighty play?
How entangled the paths get,
Limping and laughing at the sarcasm of Time;
Yet happy with the lonely feeling.

Yes, the Online booking at the Lord's desk,
May such strings be available to the human race,
An enchanted, blissful world thus will be,
With pure joy and love on the brink always.

May the wishes of thy little heart
Be filled with joy this very life,
By mingling with the like alike,
An unknown life I shall not guarantee.!!!