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How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd


An excerpt from Alexander Pope's "Eloisa to Abelard".

To read the full poem (one should... I think its nice) Click Here.

Hmmmm :)

St John Chrysostom said

“Those whom we love and lose are no longer where they were. They are now wherever we are.”


To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;

to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;

and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

Mary Oliver


Courtesy: Jo McGowan's Blog

My Trip to Space - A Poem

"My trip to space was splendid,
it was beautiful indeed,
we could see all the planets,
and went far far away,
from the earth
just like small birds
we fly in the sky
no worry no school
we longed to be
in the sky forever"

This poem (??) was written by me (with a lot of help from mom I am sure) maybe when I was 8 or 9 years old. I found this in a diary recently...
I don't know why I post this here.... I mean why give a spade to be hit upon ;-)
Yet, somehow, I was smiling when I saw this... smiling at the silliness of age... I am sure I must have been dying to get out of writing this at that point of time, giving a hell of a time to my mom :)
Still, I guess I would like to keep this memory running... reminisce sometime in the future... ie of course assuming that this blog lasts that long... and I continue to visit if not keep writing :D

A Poem....

This was something that was read out to me by a good friend... Subranil Majumdar whom we fondly call...Subro dada; at the insistence of another good friend Andrea a few months back... so if you can... you too should get it read out to you by a bengali friend with the whole accent added to it... trust me... it sounds a lot funnier than wat it seems when you try to read it... even if u fake the accent ;)

I am lucky enough to run into it again... go ahead and enjoy

Supposedly by a Bengali School Teacher… (So you know why i insist on having it read out...)

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent

Boshtaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling’s life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches

Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool’s heart

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight

Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - “Bannerjee be brave”

I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger’s lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day

Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee

He bounding from cave like footballer Pele
I run shouting “Kali Ma tumi kothay gele “

Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming

I am a telling that never in life
I will take risk again for my damn fool wife !!!!!