This question is a million dollar question for me, as in my life enormous instances occurred which always left me thinking “who decides for us?” Lets take some examples:
My wedding, first it has to occur in 17th February’ 2003 but it didn’t happen as my father passed away, then it is fixed on 7th June of the same year but it didn’t happen as my Father in-law expired. Anyway it happened after all, the next year.
This is not the end of the story, after mistu was gifted to me by God , a comma was put into our life just after 6 days when mistu was admitted to Nursing for severe Jaundice. Well In any case HE , the Almighty rescues us every time but ATLAST – alas!!
Then comes my job on compassionate ground in UCO bank, I faced interview as a unmarried woman when mistu was 2 months old( as that was the demand of the rule). My interview went very well and within a month the Bank authority had to decide my postings and all . Meanwhile the Finance Minister of the Country declared that no JOB will be given in for compassionate ground in the current economic status of the country. Again a blast of fate – YES the fate the ultimate decision maker??
2 months back me and Subhas went to see a car and gave advance for the same but for some unforeseen reason which popped up later we could not buy it. There are innumerous….
Lets come out of the periphery of my life and peep out from the window for a outside view….OOOH…I could see my Uncle-Aunty they came down from Pune to settle down here in Kolkata , they thought the possession of the flat would be given to them in September the last year, it didn’t happen. After a long , tiring wait they ultimately settled down in January-this year . So here too things didn’t run according to their expectations.
Again you see this very Uncle- and Aunty are suppose to go for a tour in Uttarakhand region of our Country and every minute details was worked out, train tickets, Hotel bookings evertything was done. But it didn’t happen, though the cause is very welcoming and we all are happy for it. My didi from Canada, their daughter, is coming down to visit us. But what I want to mark here is-our decision versus mystical power’s wish.
SO, WHO DECIDES FOR US?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
SATYAM AND US(THE COMMONERS)
Satyam and the infamous Raju has been a household name these days as the retailers, the traders and the BOSSES – all are making their hands dirty (yes dirty is the correct word) in trading of the shares of this particular Company. The beginners are trying to gain a bit out of this obscure game, the traders , often called investors are not investors these days and more a retailer as they are not holding any share of this company for long time , which is unusual to their act . And then comes the BOSSES, these people are ruling the sector I suppose, as more and more companies are buying more and more percentage of the shares of this company and when they are doing so, the expectations of the commoners are going high and they to are eagerly buying the shares of this company , by and by when these BOSSES sees that there is maximum hike in the share value suddenly they are selling their percentage of share leaving the commoners at a stake.
You must be wondering why I am doing all these hullabaloo , because I am too a sufferer , not directly , but proportionately. My husband is in share and all these for more than 2 years now and at the beginning I too took interest to learn a bit of it .When I found the whole game though based on study but does not stick to any rule or any study I just took a back gear and did not enter into this any more. But because of my Husband’s interest into it I had to listen to so many things happening in the market and unwillingly watch many Television shows based on the economy of the country and the world. I will not deny that I have learned a lot from it and thanks to Subhas but never want to be a part of it. It’s very whimsical and I never support the loss of money my husband suffered in this business. But that never matters to him as he said I got to learn more and more of it and will come out as a winner, till that day I have to wait and observe. My husband too bought quite a good number of shares of Satyam and when he saw it’s coming down beyond his expectation , his pulse too went down with it and he forced himself to sell them. But still he is very much into the business and no matter what logic you put infront of him he is rigid in his decision that he will show how to gain out of it and evolve as a winner (winner for his ownself). GOD, Help please!!
You must be wondering why I am doing all these hullabaloo , because I am too a sufferer , not directly , but proportionately. My husband is in share and all these for more than 2 years now and at the beginning I too took interest to learn a bit of it .When I found the whole game though based on study but does not stick to any rule or any study I just took a back gear and did not enter into this any more. But because of my Husband’s interest into it I had to listen to so many things happening in the market and unwillingly watch many Television shows based on the economy of the country and the world. I will not deny that I have learned a lot from it and thanks to Subhas but never want to be a part of it. It’s very whimsical and I never support the loss of money my husband suffered in this business. But that never matters to him as he said I got to learn more and more of it and will come out as a winner, till that day I have to wait and observe. My husband too bought quite a good number of shares of Satyam and when he saw it’s coming down beyond his expectation , his pulse too went down with it and he forced himself to sell them. But still he is very much into the business and no matter what logic you put infront of him he is rigid in his decision that he will show how to gain out of it and evolve as a winner (winner for his ownself). GOD, Help please!!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Proud to be a reader of FEMINA
PROUD TO BE READER OF FEMINA
I was not-so-regular reader of Femina in the past and it is only 2 years now that I have grown a habit of going through every subscription of it . This book changed my perception towards life in many ways. To name one such is to carry on with my dream i.e to persue back my studies. After having a baby in my lap I sacrificed a well paid job and could not think beyond my family. But I always adore higher studies and wanted to have a degree in English, though I graduated in tourism and also completed diploma in Computer Science but it never gave me satisfaction for some unknown reason. Years rolled on and that dream of more and more education kept sedimenting deep down in some corner of my heart. Though my in-laws are a conservative, middle class Bengali family but they were never a hindrance in the way to achieve my goal but frankly speaking it is me who lacked that inner force which can drive me further . That very inner force was slowly induced in me by Femina. Only after I read Femina’s “Believe” and “Inner circle” sections I dared to accomplish my dream.. It is very well said in Femina’s article “Perspective” (, January 14, 2009)- “ If you want something, the universe conspires to give it to you …”. Many more articles published in Femina again and again helped me to slowly creep ahead towards my dream and start my study.
So here I am. Holding one hand of my 3 years old son and the other of my supporting husband I landed onto Netaji Subhas Open University Campus. I will study English Honours Degree Course which I always wanted to do .Formalities are completed , sitting tight to just ground myself in the Books.
Just saying “thanks” to Femina will not meet the periphery of my gratitude, I wish many more women like me blooms up with Femina like the way I did.
I was not-so-regular reader of Femina in the past and it is only 2 years now that I have grown a habit of going through every subscription of it . This book changed my perception towards life in many ways. To name one such is to carry on with my dream i.e to persue back my studies. After having a baby in my lap I sacrificed a well paid job and could not think beyond my family. But I always adore higher studies and wanted to have a degree in English, though I graduated in tourism and also completed diploma in Computer Science but it never gave me satisfaction for some unknown reason. Years rolled on and that dream of more and more education kept sedimenting deep down in some corner of my heart. Though my in-laws are a conservative, middle class Bengali family but they were never a hindrance in the way to achieve my goal but frankly speaking it is me who lacked that inner force which can drive me further . That very inner force was slowly induced in me by Femina. Only after I read Femina’s “Believe” and “Inner circle” sections I dared to accomplish my dream.. It is very well said in Femina’s article “Perspective” (, January 14, 2009)- “ If you want something, the universe conspires to give it to you …”. Many more articles published in Femina again and again helped me to slowly creep ahead towards my dream and start my study.
So here I am. Holding one hand of my 3 years old son and the other of my supporting husband I landed onto Netaji Subhas Open University Campus. I will study English Honours Degree Course which I always wanted to do .Formalities are completed , sitting tight to just ground myself in the Books.
Just saying “thanks” to Femina will not meet the periphery of my gratitude, I wish many more women like me blooms up with Femina like the way I did.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
OOPS, PARKSTREET, at night
The glazing , Speedy Roads,
Beautifully litted up roads;
Roads which never sleeps-
Roads which hosts those red-lipped beauties.
Curvaceous body, bright dresses and a catchy look,
The usual sight of Parkstreet's night.
Night which carefully wraps around these girls identity,
Identity which losts someday in these lanes of Parkstreet.
Parkstreet , witness their past and present.
Present sees them in beautiful dresses,
Dresses that conceals their sorrows and feelings,
A deep look inside shows their tearing heart- a red bleeding heart,
Heart which get raped evernight,
Heart if nurtured with care, rekindles the flame of love.
Flame of love which ignites the holy spirit sleeeping inside.
Beautifully litted up roads;
Roads which never sleeps-
Roads which hosts those red-lipped beauties.
Curvaceous body, bright dresses and a catchy look,
The usual sight of Parkstreet's night.
Night which carefully wraps around these girls identity,
Identity which losts someday in these lanes of Parkstreet.
Parkstreet , witness their past and present.
Present sees them in beautiful dresses,
Dresses that conceals their sorrows and feelings,
A deep look inside shows their tearing heart- a red bleeding heart,
Heart which get raped evernight,
Heart if nurtured with care, rekindles the flame of love.
Flame of love which ignites the holy spirit sleeeping inside.
"Birthday" for MISTU
It was a splendid day, this day is very special to me, it was this very day when a “chotu motu” Mistu, wrapped up in white cloth was handed over to me by the doctors and nurses. On this date that is 23rd January I became mother, and thus started the journey of being a mother.
Now this 23rd January Mistu stepped into 3 year and by now he little bit understands what is it all about. After he woke up in the morning his Amma , Pia wished him Happy Birthday and showered lots of gifts and kisses which he reciprocated very happily. He returned back a very satisfactory –contended smile, he was too happy to get all this importance all of a sudden . Importance- this was Birthday for Mistu.
Then my Mom and Aunties called me up to wish Mistu , when they wished him , he too said them HAPPY BIRTHDAY, moreover he said them this song belongs to me and you please don’t sing it, only I will sing it. So this is Birthday for Mistu.
When me and Subhas were busy cleaning and decorating up the house for his forthcoming Birthday Party, he was busy doing enormous mischievous exercises without any objection from anybody unlike other days. This is what Birthday for Mistu.
In the evening , on the way back to home from temple we went to a underprivileged child (street child) to whom we gave new clothes and sweets. We asked Mistu to give those things , he was very happy giving the same to the child’s mother but at the same time was a bit upset as he could not meet the child , as the little girl whom he lovingly gifted all those were not there at that moment. And continuously kept me asking “ where is my new friend whom I gifted all these things ?” This is Birthday for Mistu.
Now this 23rd January Mistu stepped into 3 year and by now he little bit understands what is it all about. After he woke up in the morning his Amma , Pia wished him Happy Birthday and showered lots of gifts and kisses which he reciprocated very happily. He returned back a very satisfactory –contended smile, he was too happy to get all this importance all of a sudden . Importance- this was Birthday for Mistu.
Then my Mom and Aunties called me up to wish Mistu , when they wished him , he too said them HAPPY BIRTHDAY, moreover he said them this song belongs to me and you please don’t sing it, only I will sing it. So this is Birthday for Mistu.
When me and Subhas were busy cleaning and decorating up the house for his forthcoming Birthday Party, he was busy doing enormous mischievous exercises without any objection from anybody unlike other days. This is what Birthday for Mistu.
In the evening , on the way back to home from temple we went to a underprivileged child (street child) to whom we gave new clothes and sweets. We asked Mistu to give those things , he was very happy giving the same to the child’s mother but at the same time was a bit upset as he could not meet the child , as the little girl whom he lovingly gifted all those were not there at that moment. And continuously kept me asking “ where is my new friend whom I gifted all these things ?” This is Birthday for Mistu.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
What do we call this ?
I am talking about a lady who is very close to me but some of her characteristics disturbs me a alot. She is always very contended speaking illness and all sorts of physical distortion.I am observing her for 5 long years and only conclude that all these are actually her mental problems. The sickness lies beneath her mind which she is too backdated to understand . She always speaks about one or the other problem, pains, etc. occuring in various parts of her body but when the part is examined by a doctor its found normal. She is very happy taking different types of medicines. I advised her to read various books , to watch television or atleast go for a brief stroll every evening but all in vain.
Day by day she is going deep down in darkness, a darkness from where no one can lift her , untill she desires to come out. And it is not possible for me to take her to any counsellor or such doctors as this action of mine will not be taken in a good manner by people who are near to her and unfortunately does not feel the need of a healthy mind just like a healthy body.
Moreover the lack of self realisation and self rejuvination do not allow her to take any new things , experience new moments in life. Neither she have any hobby nor self wllingness to lead a chearful life thus the four walls of her room and few faces has become her world.
How will she comeover the situation is beyooooond my thought.
What do we call this, Middle age crisis as she is 59-60 years old? Or mere frustration ? Depression? How can she come out of it and lead a healthy life like us?
If you all have any suggesstion come up ....
Friday, January 16, 2009
laugh to live
I believe this philosophy that live with a broad smile in your face and thereby u win half the battle. It's a medicine that probably no doctor would prescribe to u...but it works wonders, spreads joys and happiness.Trust me it's a medicine drug use it......Says OSHO.
Osho introduced laughter as a cleaning process. There are three types of it ...
The first is when we laugh at somebody , thats the cheapest type of laughter which in a way is an insult to our own self.Deep down in this laughter , there always is a feeling of revenge.
The second type is when we laugh at our ownself.This is worth acheiving and cultured and very few of us can do so.
The third is just cosmic , i mean laughing at situation as it is. The whole situation of exeistence is such that if you can see the whole , such a great vastness moving toward no fixed purpose , no goal laughter will arise.OSHO introduced laughter as medicine.
OSHO introduced a laughter meditation, try it..will really work.
Every morning upon waking , before opening your eyes stretch your body to the fullest and smile broad, then laugh , first u have to do it but soon the sound of your attempt will cause genuine laughter.Loose yourself in laughter.It may take sveral days before it really happens. But before long it will be spontaneous and will change the whole nature of the day.
Try it and let me know whther it worked.
Osho introduced laughter as a cleaning process. There are three types of it ...
The first is when we laugh at somebody , thats the cheapest type of laughter which in a way is an insult to our own self.Deep down in this laughter , there always is a feeling of revenge.
The second type is when we laugh at our ownself.This is worth acheiving and cultured and very few of us can do so.
The third is just cosmic , i mean laughing at situation as it is. The whole situation of exeistence is such that if you can see the whole , such a great vastness moving toward no fixed purpose , no goal laughter will arise.OSHO introduced laughter as medicine.
OSHO introduced a laughter meditation, try it..will really work.
Every morning upon waking , before opening your eyes stretch your body to the fullest and smile broad, then laugh , first u have to do it but soon the sound of your attempt will cause genuine laughter.Loose yourself in laughter.It may take sveral days before it really happens. But before long it will be spontaneous and will change the whole nature of the day.
Try it and let me know whther it worked.
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