I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Mother Teresa

Finally writting!!

Even though two of my up coming posts are ready still I don't feel like posting them....a few touch-up's are still required & I'm not in the flow...i guess.

Well, I always had this deep desire to read Bhagavad-Gita may be because i've seen my father reading one since the day i can remember & the other reason is, there is an old saying in Odiya which says "Bujha na bujha padha Gita, ruchu na ruchu khawa pita" which means, even if you dont understand Bhagavad-Gita, read it, like the way you should eat bitter foods even though don't like it!!!!
This saying is quite famous & you can hear it from every other person. But it never mattered, until the day my Philosophy Lecturer said this, she is amongst those whom I look up to.She have a very pleasing personality and she never taught us for the shake of teaching or for our exams but for a better reason and that day i tried.....tried to read Bhagavad-Gita for the first time!
But after reading two lines I gave up.
Actually the concept, the pictures in Bhagavad-Gita are very scary......at least i find them to be so.
Nearly 5 years have passed but the desire still remains the same, so yesterday I gave it the second (may be final) try and covered the first page without understanding a single line!!!! But that doesnt matter.....after all I don't want to die with the desire in my heart..

Like it is said, "Your instinct is your best guide"!!

My Dipawali Resolution

Prior to writing this post, I just visited Wikipedia and came to know that Dipawali is not only a significant festival in Hindu religion but it also plays an important role in other religions like Buddhism, Sikhism & Jainism. It is well known that in Hindu religion, Dipawali is the celebration of Sri Ramchandra’s return to Ajodhya after 14 years, it also signifies the victory of good over the evil & light over the darkness.
To continue with my resolution, its cause…. effect etc……I’ll first share a little bit about myself so as to make it a bit easier to understand ……….so please bear with it!!
Being born & brought up in Bhubaneswar, I still, have not been able to realize or accept the rapid changes that have taken place over the last few years. Roads are widen, growing no. of apartments, buildings, schools, colleges, traffic, cutting down of trees, changed lifestyles and a hell lot of other things........admits all this I long for the many other things which are forgotten.
Looking down my memories lane, I remember the place where I’ve spent most of my childhood, it was a small colony with few families around & there was a big open space in front of our house, to the other end there was a small mango yard and it was so dense & dark……. like the one’s we here in stories where “a big bad giant lived and never allowed any kid to come near him”, even we heard such stories like, "it’s the home of the person who once lived their and one day he died, now he is buried there and his ghost moves all around the place" so we never went close to that place. But during summer afternoons we could here the cuckoo’s singing from those mango trees and along with them I would start sing and yes not to forget those raw mangoes………yummiest (which my elder sister use to fetch for us).During winter season, the mornings use to be covered with fog and little drops of waters on the grass were collected and little birds would come to collect their food as well as sticks, threads and all sorts of things that we throw, they would pick them up one by one to build their nest. And whenever I lied down in our varanda and stared at the sky, thousands of twinkling stars will raise as many questions in my hearts as many stars are there in the sky. All this amazed me as a little kid. I’ve never played with barbi dolls and video games but the games we have played were much more interesting than your video games. Playing in the sand, running after the butterflies, creating shapes out of mud………..oh what a bliss it was. And yes, we never had any skin infections!
Back then people lived in somewhat harmony with the nature, like trees, birds, street dogs, cows…..everything. There were so many birds, healthy puppies seen around and whenever I visited the market with my father I have never ever seen someone return a cow or an ox without feeding it.
I won’t be shocked if someone fails to understand me, after all we are “DEVELOPING”.
But developing means what? And at the cost of what? I’ll keep that for another post.

So, My Dipawali resolution is to, not be a part of this selfish celebration. Every year, in the name of celebration…..and blah-blah reasons we cause so much harm……..i wont speak of air pollution & all that there is hardly someone who is not aware……sorry, informed about it but what about the poor animals & birds, I wonder where they must be hiding. Even, our pet cat “pusy” use to run and hide under the cot frightened of the noise and fire ……….. and the street dogs along with their little puppies will take shelter in drain pipes and bushes. Just think about birds & other creatures.
When I shared my thought with my brothers, my younger one said, “What’s the use? It’s not going to help them in any way”. To which I replied, “Why should I think that I’m helping someone, let’s help ourselves first. I just don’t want to do it. It might be a drop in the ocean but then what is an ocean? Collection of many such drops na… ”.
And think, if those creatures could speak won’t they say, “Enough man, we understand Sri Ramachandra came back after many years and you were so happy that you forgot us, but at least wake up now! Its been more than a decade. How long are we going to hide here & there, can’t you see it at all?”
The other way which has been adopted in DEVELOPED countries and towards which we are proceeding is keeping those animals in confinement…………which is the most pathetic thing man has ever done and will ever do. What makes us think that the earth is especially build for humans and the rest of the creatures are under its authority.
No points for the answer. With that I’ll end my post, wishing every one a very happy Dipawali and may this year it bring about a little lights within ourselves.

A drop in the ocean

The day i introduced " Its Your turn" in blog, my sole intention was to share these numbers, hoping to add a drop in the ocean.
Today I'm happy to share that, many of my friends have saved these numbers and secondly, when my brother called and asked for the Ox help line number yesterday I got to know that an ox in our locality has met with an accident & was badly injured. He has been roaming around bleeding since last few days, i'm sure many people must have seen him and turned blind for one hundred & one reasons.
Even though the helpline people couldn't come down but helped with necessary first aid required.We don't know how much it would help him but we are surely not giving up. Though he seems fine, but it feels much better than watching him die.
Now at least, one excuse is reduced out of the one hundred and one reasons.

Thanx Manas bhai & Bhai.

Its ok....to be, not ok……

Oh, God please …..
In the last few days, I’ve visited so many blogs that I can’t believe myself. I saw poetry blogs, informative blogs, image blogs, designs blogs, personal blogs and so many different blogs that,now I can confidently say, I’m addicted. But one thing I noticed and I must admit, every blog is unique in its own way, every one have their own style of writing, expressing themselves and that people can be ridiculously creative and entertaining. In one word AWESOME!
So, hats off to all the bloggers who have been blogging for ‘something’ and ‘nothing’.
You must be thinking that I’m gonna dedicate this post to all the bloggers in the world including me, but, no. B’coz its not necessary!!! We are great, guys.
Actually the purpose of writing this post is something else, like we all know, every day is not a grate day, similarly yesterday was not so nice day for me, I was irritated,tired, exhausted and all the synonyms of these words.


I really had a bad day, so bad that while returning from office, I was silently cursing everything that I could catch hold of. How difficult life is, how much traffic, why cant I change my blog header, why the hell are people self obsessed,etc etc .When I was about half km away from my home, there’s a junction point and I saw this tall guy, see the following pic.
Lets say the pink dot is me and the black one is the tall guy(who was walking in his sleep), I was about to take the straight road ahead of me and the same was evident for him also. I am cleaver enough to forecast that we were definitely going to meet at the same point and suddenly all my frustrations started accumulating, what does the world thinks of itself? ‘these men, they are only responsible for everything, the polluting, corruption…..and… and everything. Looking at the guy from the corner of my eyes, I thought, what do they think, we would silently surrender to all this, NO, NEVER. So…….so, I would never, ever let him cross ahead of me, I promised to myself. I started walking faster but with ease. I was 99.9% sure that we would meet at one point and then I will take my revenge, I wont let him cross me, he have to make way for me FIRST (the poor guy was not even aware of my presence, forget about my devil thoughts).
We walked, step after step, with each step a little closer to my set destination. ( me aware & he unaware), and suddenly I was there, O’shit…..shit, my calculation had gone wrong, what the hell ……how could I …… how could I….o no, how could I forgot the fact that he is a TALL guy and his steps are obvious to be longer than mine, I should have walked a bit faster………..
Shit, shit, SHIT……
Want to know what happened next?
We almost hit each other, just saved by a second. The guy almost fell down, walking with full gear when he saw me in front of him………(God knows what he was thinking), he reacted as if he has seen a ghost, he immediately applied the self brake(may be his sub-conscious mind reminded him of me being a girl) and as a result of his brake, his sandals actually, made a sound like zrreeekkkkk. I (so smart) took the benefit of that 1 sec and crossed him, I could sense that he was looking at me, even though I wanted to do the same (how badly I wanted to see his expression) but I did not, instead I pulled my chin up and walked straight like a princess, as if nothing has happened (with all the pride on my success).
Well, I felt as if I’ve made the entire female kingdom proud!!!

The chapter’s closed, but, when ever I think of the zrreeekkkkk sound I cannot stop laughing at myself and the not so poor guy.
Well sometimes its ok, to not be ok……



With Love.