Story of A Bride

An innocent child is playing in her own dream world...
A cheerful smile has spread all over her face...it is a bliss to see her face...
She is gamboling here and there around her father...
Her mother is also smiling with an eternal joy on her face and watching her enjoying...

The little girl has now started going to school...
She has got her 1st award on achieving the 1st success of her life...
The serene pride on her Dad's face is a pleasure to watch...as if her little girl has achieved the biggest thing in the world...
Her mother is pampering her with all the good food that she loves to eat...
All the little achievements are decorating her life one by one...
Her trophies...her awards...her prizes were adorning her room and her parent's world...

The girl is now in college...she has taken her 1st step to the outside world...
The insecure father is very much afraid of how her little angel will face the cruel world...
He has become overprotective and trying to protect her from all the evil things in this world...
But he does not know that her little girl is not little anymore...she knows how to take care of herself...
He has to let her face the world alone...The father-daughter clash started increasing...
Both are stubborn in their own world...
At last she finished her college...now the big step...she has to leave her city and has to go for her new life...her job...which is also a dream of her parents...the insecure father now has to take the toughest decision...he has to let go of her daughter to fight with the world all alone...

The anxious parents has ultimately allowed her to go and live her life on her own...They have their trust on her that she will never let them down...and she never let them down...
Then started a new chapter in her life...the Dad's little girl is going to start another big phase of her life...
she started making new friends...she started making her own little world which is very new to her...she found out family in her new friends...she found the treasure of her life...
At last she has fallen for the world's most beautiful and complex emotion...she has fallen in love...
The feeling was so new that she could not understand what is happening with her...
She found someone other than her parents who is as close as her parents are...whom she can trust...whom she can rely on...whom she found as a friend for life...
She did not take much time to share this all new improvement of her life with her parents...
Things all fell in place and they both decided to get married...

It is a dream of her parents to see her getting married...they have saved all their laugh...all their moments of joy...all their tears...all their smile...all their pride...all their emotions...only for this day...
Finally the day has come, when the Dad's little girl will traditionally step from the arms of her parents into the arms of the man she will marry...
When she is getting ready for her big day, all the random thoughts...her childhood memories...her moments of being upset...the proud face of her dad...the satisfying smile of her mother...her tangled emotions...her journey from a little innocent child to an independent dynamic lady...and her parent's devotion sacrifice to make her to what she is now...all these are continuously flowing through her mind...her eyes are fraught with all those mixed emotions and sparkling with an unknown fear as well as joy...the unfold mystery of the new world is terrifying her...and at the same time the unknown thrill is titillating her continuously....
The young dynamic cheerful lady will leave her comfort aerie, and the family dynamic is going to change forever as the newlyweds form their own family together...

Love Needs a Reason

LOVE does Need a Reason

Why? Why do I love you?

Everyone says love does not need a reason to love...but is it really so?

They also say, if you find out a reason to love...then it is not love, it is like...bullshit!!!

Everything in this whole world happens for a reason and so does love....yeah..I might be sounding like a selfish...but it is true...if a person says there are no reason to love his/her partner but still he/she loves him....then it means, the other person have actually no value to be loved which is impossible....if you love someone there must be a reason....

May be....

It is the way you smile!!!!

Oh yeah...the way you shout!!!

Yes...I love you for all the silly little things you do...for the way you walk with your head high...for the way you become angry on me...for the way you feel for me....for the way you tackle your own hurdles...for the intellectuality you have...for the intelligence you show in your work...for the way you take care of others...for the way you show care in all the little things you do....for the way you show how strong you are but deep inside you love to have someone to hold your hand....and among all I love you for the golden heart you have....

Yes I love you for all the good and bad reasons...which makes you the person you are and which makes me to love you more and more day by day.....

BAUL-The MadCap

Baul - God's Madcap

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BAUL-on hearing this word, I just visualize a wild and free person wearing saffron robes, singing the song of life and love, keeping his face upward and playing a one stringent instrument called ‘Ektara’…the man is dancing, jumping, shaking his head madly and acting passionately….completely engrossed in the raw and mystic tune which conveys the feeling of eternal passion and divinity rolled into one….

Ore Chhere Dile Sonar Gour

Khyapa Chhere Dile Sonar Gour

Aamra Aar Pabo Na

Aar Pabo Na

Tomay Hrid Majhare Rakhibo

Chhere Debo Na

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The word ‘BAUL’ comes from the Sanskrit word ‘Batul’ which means the air around one – the air of madness… The air that is filled with the richness of nature, the fragrance of the earth and its capacity to soothe and uplift….The word ‘BAUL’ also means the madness and eccentricity of a person who renounces all his comforts and possessions to unite with the Divine Being…Their madness arouses passion which makes them to sing and dance wildly forgetting everything around them…

Engrossed in music

They are bards, composers, musicians, dancers and actors all rolled into one, and their mission is to entertain…..through their songs, pauses, gestures, and postures, these nomadic mendicants spread the message of love and ecstasy to lands far and wide……

In a land devoid of mechanical entertainment, Baul singers are a major source of entertainment….People love to watch them sing and dance, their narration of folk tales, and even commentary on contemporary issues through highly melodious songs and an extraordinarily high-pitched rendition…..Although their lyrics speak the language of the village folks, their songs are appealing to one and all….It has its own raw and mystic charm….Bauls always keep their songs simple and direct, profusely emotional, enjoyable, and needs no special knowledge for appreciation….

Music knows no boundary

Bauls croon from their hearts and pour out their feelings and emotions in their songs, but the interesting fact is that they never bother to write down their songs….It is always in their mind…It is essentially an oral tradition, and it is said of Lalan Fakir (1774 -1890), the greatest of all Bauls, that he continued to compose and sing songs for decades without ever stopping to correct them or put them on paper…..It was only after his death that people thought of collecting and compiling his rich repertoire.

Some instruments

Bengal's greatest poet the Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore wrote about the Bauls: "One day I chanced to hear a song from a beggar belonging to the Baul sect of Bengal...What struck me in this simple song was a religious expression that was neither grossly concrete, full of crude details, nor metaphysical in its rarefied transcendentalism. At the same time it was alive with an emotional sincerity, it spoke of an intense yearning of the heart for the divine, which is in man and not in the temple or scriptures, in images or symbols... I sought to understand them through their songs, which is their only form of worship." The songs of bauls and their lifestyle influenced a large swath of Bengali Culture, but nowhere did it leave it’s imprint more powerfully than on the work of Rabindranath Tagore.

The mystical nature of Tagore's lyrics is also a product of his affinity to these wandering bards. Edward Dimock Jr. in his The Place of the Hidden Moon (1966) writes: "Rabindranath Tagore put the Bauls on a higher-than-respectable level by his praise of the beauty of their songs and spirit, and by his frank and proud acknowledgement of his own poetic debt to them."

I am......

I am a simple man. I believe in simple living. I am happy if I can take care of my family nicely, spend a good life and can perform all the responsibilities properly. My day starts with the 1st morning sun ray that touches the earth. Everyday, I wake up with a hope to make my life better. I work hard whole day to earn and at the end of the day I get the earnings which is enough to look after of my family.

I am carrying my forefathers' tradition and I am quite proud of it. Somebody should be there to carry forward their names and I am happily doing it.

But, nowadays, it seems it is not becoming enough for daily living. These days, people are more and more getting inclined towards the modernization. Modernization has touched it's magic wand everywhere and the world is changing faster than my imagination. I know, I can match the modernization by working little harder. Yes, I know I have to work harder.

I have started working harder. Summer or winter, I know the sun is also working hard to make my path tougher, but, hard working has no other replacement. I know I will be successful to get my job done in a better way. So, be it the scorching heat, be it raining heavily, be it the chilled winter I started working harder. But, unfortunately after doing all these I am only able to earn a meager two square meals a day for my family. What should I do to make my life better. Since my birth I have only learnt to earn my bread and butter in this way. What is going wrong with it. My days are becoming harder day by day. I am ready to give my service whole day, I never care for my health when it comes to give my service, I don't care of the nature of the weather, still I am lagging behind time, I am getting defeated by the modernization. When everybody is going ahead of time I am lagging behind in spite of giving my heart and soul to the work. Is this what I should get to carry the old tradition with me since this long time? After all I am a Rickshaw Puller.....

 

This is what is today's story of a rickshaw puller. A person is a rag that pulls a rickshaw is called rickshaw puller. He is often seen here and there on the road, in market complexes, near cinema halls, schools, hospitals etc.

A rickshaw puller leads a very hard life. He earns little to meet two square meals a day for his family. He never cares for his health and pulls his rickshaw for maximum hours in a day. Apart from carrying person or persons, he carries goods like vegetables, tea and other things in the form of packed or unpacked bundles.

Nowadays some rickshaw pullers are seen engaged in carrying school children. It gives them a permanent income. And what is more, they get a change in their hard life in the company of the small children.

No matter to whom they pull, but it looks very pathetic in itself. It is really a great pity. It is the dark side of our social traditions that a man has to pull two or three persons to earn his livelihood without caring the nature of the weather. In this advanced age, when there are various transport facilities, rickshaw pulling is still in existence on a mass level.

Pulling of human beings by a man is a curse upon society. Hence, rickshaw pullers must be given full support from the Government in the form of loan so that they may purchase auto-rickshaw or may start some other business thus, they will be able to earn more money by comparatively less manual labour. It will also make their family life a little bit more comfortable. They will be able to educate their children in order to make them worthy citizens of the country.

But it does not seem that rickshaw pulling will come to a complete end because it has been in existence from a long time. Even in 18th century man used to pull Palki or wood cart on foot, which was perhaps more miserable. Hence, so long it is in existence, it is the moral duty of common people to be sympathetic to the rickshaw pullers.

Sometimes it has been seen some people do not pay reasonable wages to them and start quarrelling in loud voice. Poor rickshaw puller becomes helpless and satisfies him with whatever he gets from such quarrelsome persons. We must change our attitude towards him.

He gives valuable service to us. Sometimes when it is scorching heat and we find ourselves unable to walk on foot, we take his service. We sit in the shade while the rickshaw puller pulls us wiping sweat with a piece of cloth every now and then.

We must feel the rickshaw puller's misery and be a little more lenient towards him. If we do not pay him more than the real wage, it's alright. But we should never underestimate his labour.

 

Enigma

His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.

~A.A. Milne

Aaahhhhhh.....there are so many things to talk about....will you have the patience to hear that????Ok...let me take that as an Yes...:P..even if you do not want to know, you can easily turn the page off...hahaha...so all these, what I am speaking, are just to make a preface before I start....:D....

Soooo.....Yes....his face told her everything that she wanted to know....that she was eager to hear since long time.....mystery

Actually it is not the face....those eyes.....those mysterious puzzling deep dark black eyes....which have hidden so many mysteries.....so many interesting stories....so many thoughts....so many emotions...which hardly comes out in front of anybody....but...at the end he gives up to those eyes which open up all the stories....you will just have to have the wish to read those eyes....I would love to read them life long to solve the mysteries......and when you will be able to solve all the mysteries by simply looking at those eyes......then.....it is such a pleasure to watch him from far and just notice his body language, it tries to hide all the things that he thinks....but he has to abdicate to his mysteriously beautiful eyes...which now says it all without his consent.....

Haahh...so I could manage without blabbering a lot......

Attitude

Hey, are you the one, who has the tendency to stay up at night listening to music that reminds her of her current situation.

Are you the one, who hides her fears, hurt, pain and tears under the smiles, laughs and giggles on a daily basis.

Are you the one, who wear her heart on her sleeve.

Are you the one, who prays that things will work out just once and she'll be satisfied.

The one, who screams and cries to her pillows because everyone else fails to listen.

The one, who has so many secrets but wont tell a soul.

The one, who makes mistakes and regrets as a daily moral.

The one, who never wins.

The one, who stays up all night thinking about that one boy and hoping that he'll notice her one day.

The one, who takes life as it comes.

The one, who is hoping that life will get better somewhere down the road.

The one, who loves with all her heart although it always gets broken.

The one, who thinks it's over.

Then you are the one, who is beautiful on her own unique way, with all your mischievousness, with all your mistakes, with all your foolishness......Cheers to all those lovely girls........

~ Inspired by Zyan Malik's writing

SHE

The expression a woman wears on her face is far more important than the clothes she wears on her back.~Dale Carnegie

Okay...when you see a woman...what is the 1st thing that you notice in her....Guys...don't get too busy in imagining things..:P...I know what you notice...;) ...even being a lady I too notice the same, but don't take my words in other ways...hahahahahahaha....:D

We really have to admit that woman is God's most beautiful creation on earth...her dumbness....her mysterious mind...her way of thinking....her way of making simple things into a very complicated one....her way of pondering over absolutely silly things....her way of arguing with nonsense logic....her moody nature....her craziness....her nagging nature....her insecurity....her addiction to shopping....her talkative nature....her love for gossiping.....her beauty....her strong attitude...her boldness....her caring nature.....her self confidence...her courage to admit her mistakes....her self respect....her way of handling troubles...her strength to carry burden....her disciplined nature.....her integrity....her unconditional love......phewwwwww.....it is going to be a long list....but really....all these are true isn't it....

She holds happiness, love and opinions....she smiles when she feels like screaming out loud....she is happy and loves when she is afraid....she is dominating but always tries to find someone who dominates her......she is comfortable in her perfect imperfection.....

It is difficult to break down a real woman so easily because she learns from her mistakes, gather her strength from her struggles and overcome her obstacles courageously....her greatest strength is her emotion....but that also makes her greatest weakness.....she sometimes forget she is worth praise in her personality in every shape as a mother, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a teacher, a wife.....

A woman's beautiful face attracts a flirter, a woman's beautiful heart attracts a lover, a woman's beautiful character attracts a man....so guys...what do you want to be!!!!!!!...think think....;)

 

 

 

The Girl I Want to Be

I want to be the girl to walk with you in rain....

I want to be the 1st rain drop which makes you feel happy again.....

I want to see the stars with you at night....

I want to sit with you by the river bank on a moonlit night.....

I want to be the 1st sun ray that falls on your face to wake you up....

I want to be with you to enjoy the morning sun rays in a chilling cold winter....

I want to be the girl who makes your bad days better....

I want to be the girl to take all your pains like a pain emitter....

I want to be the girl who makes you smile....who makes you forget all your worries....who encourages you in whatever good you do and scolds you in whatever bad you do....who sticks to you though thick and thin....who understands you by just looking at your eyes....who protects you from all the horrible things in the world....I want to be the girl to grow old with you....

I want to be the girl who you can't figure out....I want to be the girl who makes you go crazy....I want to be the girl you fall for when everybody else is falling for you....

And...............the one that makes you say "my life has changed since I met her".......

The Eyes

His eyes, I cannot keep myself away from those sparkling, tantalizing, enticing, naughty, radiant, dreamy, brown eyes.....so here I am again.....:)

Well, I won't blame you if you fall in love with this face immediately :P ....and if you do so, that will be my best gift as a photographer...hahaha...

I always have a fascination with people's eyes....because they never lie....eyes are like shutter and mind is like a lens.....they never hide their feelings....they immediately tell you when they are lonely, when they are happy, when they are in love, when they are sad, when they are angry...when they are crying from inside....the eyes have one language everywhere....and these all stand true with his eyes too....they have an unusual spark, which always attracts me....his eyes are the mirror of his soul....his lips don't say a word but his eyes shout....they remind me of a famous saying by Lil Wayne - "Keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen."....the gleam in his eyes tells me what he feels...what he thinks...even if he manages to give a smirk which means nothing about what is going on with his mind, look at his eyes, it will fail to hide his true self...."Eyes...so transparently enslaved by the soul" ~ Glen Duncan

Family

One of the greatest thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother ~Jewish Proverb

God could not be everywhere that's why he made mothers ~ Howard W. Hunter

Family - where life begins and love never ends....it is a circle of strength founded on faith and love together....

At the end of the day, if we have a place where we can go, we can take rest, where we can be on our own way......that is called home....

At the end of the day, if we have someone to love, no matter how we fight, no matter how we make up, no matter whatever happens....

If you have both together, you are one of those luckiest persons who have the most precious gift of God - FAMILY

Crazy Girls...

This is for those girls, who don't wake up with their perfect hair...who don't mind eating a Big Mac instead of salad....who don't wear 50 pounds of makeup....who'd rather spend the day in sweatpants than skinny jeans....who love the comfort of T-shirts...who don't get all the guys....who aren't "popular" but feel like it, when they're with their friends...who stick to sneakers instead of heels...who aren't afraid to break a mail...who don't always get their own way...who don't get everything they want....who don't need a guy to tell them that they are beautiful....Here's to all those uniquely beautiful on their own way, funniest, stupidest and not so popular girls....