For me, writing is like praying to God; a solitary activity that completely absorbs my soul. I might as well be moving in a boat alone on a wide, open ocean. Sometimes I feel lonesome, as you often do when God seems to be too busy elsewhere, and my writing hand feels paralysed.
But thoughts and emotions have a power of their own, don’t they? They force words to pour out of your soul like a swollen river even in this paralytic state, especially when writing is the only way you know to express yourself.
I have been writing since my school days and after Internet became easily accessible, I began blogging in 2012. Today, as I look back, I consider my choice of WordPress as a blogging platform a very good one.
There has never been a single dull moment since I joined because of their prompt notifications for every milestone achieved, no matter how small.
Instead of being a fumbling, introverted writer, unsure of herself in the big, bad world, that I was earlier, I am now a confident blogger because of 24×7 love and support of my continuously growing WordPress family.
Every time, my blogging landscape looks bleak and I am filled with self-doubt, WordPress gives me a pleasant surprise, enough to motivate me to keep writing.
On 23 July 2019, I got the biggest surprise of my life. I broke all my previous records by getting 214 views with 54 likes in one single day! I felt as if I had won an Olympic Gold Medal! See below.
A big Thank You, once again, WordPress!
Before you jump to conclusions, however, I will hasten to add that though WordPress is a faithful friend, God will always be God, the Almighty, and nothing and no one can ever substitute Him. Without God’s blessings, nothing is possible.
This recent pic of mine reminded me of the opening lines of a Bollywood song mentioned above in the title. Its literal translation is “What’s Behind The Blouse?” That’s pretty straight and simple, isn’t it?
It is the metaphorical meaning, however, that arouses passions and raises controversies on what it represents, the female sexuality.
Way back in 1993, when the film Khalayak was released, its choli-ke-peeche song was banned both on All India radio and Doordarshan Television because it was considered vulgar and obscene, replete with double meanings.
But banning never helps, does it? It only whets the craze. In spite of huge criticism, the song became a rage and the film picked up lots of Filmfare awards.
Here is some free advice for still-not-bestseller writers. First get your books banned.
First crush, first date, first affair, first kiss…Who doesn’t remember them? Anything that happens to you for the first time always remains unforgettable, doesn’t it?
On 14 April 2019, my husband Sukhangshu Chatterjee reached an important milestone in his theater career as a Voiceover Artist.
He recorded his first commercial jingle after first translating the matter into Bangla and singing it as per the original tune.
Click here and listen.
It made us all feel very proud and happy for him.
On the night of 14 February 2019, after reaching home from work, I felt something crawling on my neck. I quickly brushed it aside and it landed on the dressing table. I was startled to find that it was not an ordinary moth, but a gold-colored beetle, something I had never ever seen all my life! Where it had come from, I had no idea. I watched it with wide-eyed wonder as it crawled upwards slowly in a leisurely manner…I quickly grabbed my phone and clicked its photos.
People say when such things happen, you should make three wishes. They are always granted.
You might wonder why someone with a postgraduate degree in Mathematics believes in these kinds of superstitions. Well, as you grow older, you realize that a lot of things defy logic and only love, faith, willpower, and positive thinking can make things happen the way you want them to.
I was, of course, too shell-shocked at that time to think of anything else. Today as I look at this pic again, I make those three wishes.
1. I hope and pray that my daughter Suroshri grows up to be a successful, happy, and wonderful human being.
2. My husband Sukhangshu becomes what he deserves to be, a famous Actor.
3. On the same day that this beetle crawled into my life, 40 Indian soldiers lost their lives in Pulwama in a suicide terror attack. Many innocent lives continue to be lost in terror attacks and wars. I wish and pray that violence, wars, and terrorism end and don’t exist even in a dictionary.
And now, my Dear Reader, here is something special for you and your loved ones. Watch this video and make those 3 wishes that you think will give joy to your loved ones and the world around you. Who knows, they might come true, like it did for me!
N.B: As per Google, the Golden Beetle is a native of the Americas. It is not known how this particular one reached India. Something to do with Donald Trump and reverse migration perhaps!☺️
Here is the link to my latest poem ‘Yellow Semals.’
It was inspired from an earlier blog post with the same name.
Photography done by attendees…
Our 26th wedding anniversary on 18 December 2018 turned out to be an extremely memorable occasion, thanks to the meticulous planning and execution of the event by my husband Sukhangshu. Even the invitation format, a specially created video sent through Whatsapp, was specially designed by him with great care and patience. It took him several days to complete it. It was, indeed, a labor of love…And all I had to do was dress up well and be happy and gay on the D-day; which is really the easiest thing to do when there’s love everywhere!
Here is the link. https://youtu.be/Ba_KAh9lK6A
We were completely overwhelmed with the huge amount of love, best wishes, and blessings we received from all our near and dear ones. We felt we were the world’s luckiest couple.
Our happiness would have been, however, more complete if my Mom and Sukhangshu’s parents had also been around to bless us.
Apart from the all powerful Lord Almighty without whom nothing is possible, our special thanks go to Suroshri, Dad, Dimpy, Sonal, Babuni, Prashant, Mani, her little daughter, Supratika, Shampa, Muni, Babu, Rakhi, Kamal, Anubha, Abhirbhav, Ananya, Ashok Da, Titu Di, and Piyush for being present and helping in making our special day more special…
This gorgeous sari that I am wearing in all the pics was a gift from Sukhangshu. He bought it about a year ago from Bangladesh during one of his theater tours.
Sukhangshu’s black kurta was gifted to him by our daughter Suroshri from her first salary. It is something that makes us both feel very happy and proud of her.
I didn’t want to waste my previous time in a beauty parlour, so Shampa, an accomplished theater artist, tied my bun in a very stylish juda and put white and red flowers into it to match with my garland that I would wear later…
Here are some more pics.
Shampa…Helping me get ready…
My jooda…Amazingly artistic, isn’t it? And I thought my hair was too thin for a bun!
Shampa and I, after getting ready…
Jaimala (garlands exchange) ceremony…
Going round the holy fire 7 times, a smaller version this time…Babuni played the Shankh…
Blessings from Dad…
Babuni and Supratika were the first to arrive and came in the morning itself. This pink shawl that I am wearing was gifted to me by Babuni. It remains my favorite till date.
In preparation for our 26th Special Night…
About 40 days later, I sprinkled the dried up petals from my gajra and our garlands over empty flower pots. Let’s see what comes out of them; something very nice, I am sure because spring is just round the corner…
This pic reminds me of my poem “The Withered Petals.” Link: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-withered-petals/
This time, the petals, by God’s grace, are from a happy, fulfilled life…
When innovations work in a developing country like India, it feels like a great miracle indeed!
A few days ago, I read in the newspaper that the Delhi metro card can now be used to pay DTC bus fares too.
So, last week, with much trepidation, I gave my Metro card to the conductor for a Rs.5 ticket to go to Janakpuri West, which was just one stop away.
He said, “Let me try.”
As I had expected, his ticket vending didn’t work. He didn’t have any change either and I was just about to reach my stand. A frantic search in my purse, however, yielded a Rs.5 coin and I managed to drop off with a ticket in my hand.
A few days later, on 21 November 2018, however, I was luckier. Though the machine took some extra time and I had a Rs.5 coin ready, the bus conductor asked me to wait. He was determined to make the machine work. I was absolutely delighted when a ticket came out of it just in time. See the pic on top.
When I said, “Thank you, Bhaiya,” he responded with a triumphant smile and a thumbs up gesture!
The following day, however, I was in a different DTC bus on my way to the same stop. This time, the conductor said, “The machine is not updated yet for metro cards.”
Well, each day is different, isn’t it? Everything can’t be perfect.
On 16 June 2018, I came across a strange man while travelling in the Metro. He was talking to himself and seemed to be absolutely disgusted with life. “Even God would wish to commit suicide,” he said. I was shocked, of course, but I was unable to do anything about it. All I could do was move away to another seat far away from him.
The memory of this incident refused to leave my mind, so I wrote about this in my blog on 28 June 2018.
Click here to read this piece. https://wp.me/p67zXw-2h
I had not imagined then that just a few days later, on 2 July 2018, the city would wake up to the shocking news of a well-planned suicide through hanging on the night of 1 July 2018 by a big family of 11.
Photo source: Whatsapp
Like the Pied Piper of Hamlin, as per media reports, a severely delusional senior family member, whom the whole family believed and trusted blindly, led the whole family into committing the ghastly act in their common quest for the so-called Moksha. They believed that they would not die and something wonderful was going to happen once it was over!
Is there any connection between the two incidents? I mean, is the man behind the family’s tragic end same as the one I saw on 16 June 2018? I can’t say really and I hope not.
But it does seem that negativity, dark thoughts, and mental disease are spreading through the city like an epidemic at an alarming speed.
Another worrisome thing about suiciders is that they often put so much thought and planning into it that talking them out of it is next to impossible.
What they don’t realize is Death gives nothing. It is just a scavenger, a super-efficient garbage handling machine. When Life ends, everything ends. Simple.
Life, on the other hand, has so much to give. It is only while you are alive that you can hope to achieve anything you want, even Moksh for that matter.
Life is, in fact, a wonderful gift from God, something beautiful, something that probably no other planet has. So value it, dear Friends. Hold on to it like nothing else.