KhepiAri

this is a real story, Diwali treat to me.......,                                                                             Being an super coward and highly cracker phobic I expected my Diwali to be  same, like all the years gone by.. Me sitting and watching my brave elder sister and fearless cousins enjoying with crackers. TO hide  the truth about my brave heart , I keep chanting the great words SAVE ENVIRONMENT , but technically it has no effect,.  All my life, Diwali has terrified me most....              This Diwali something more embarrassing was stored in my Fate... rather more typically "Me" story was to be engraved in my legendary life....             After being pushed and pulled, and lot of lectures I agreed to go out with my Elder sister and Devil Cousins. The plan was simple, we were to visit certain Pujias that came in our diameter of safety. So we all got furnished and fragmented ,.   I being a very pretty young lady discarded my blue canvas shoes

                O nce upon a time a  girl and her family were  guests to her aunt's home. ... A wedding was taking place, blushed cheeks, wet eyes, and boring talks  were visible all around. This made the girl bored and uneasy, and her lovely father noticed her restlessness....       So the man took his restless daughter for a walk around  the market. He said," Look at all the Faces, and say what  do you see?" Daughter replied ordinary, satisfied people with life....  The word Ordinary and  Satisfaction made a one sided conversation of life time... ....                                 This care for daughter and restlessness of mind resulted in a Pearl of Wisdom, an unique and original one.... The Man said: "Never do my daughter fall for the ordinary, if you wish to be just a face in crowd you better be a mask. If you aim ordinary you will achieve nothing.  The happiness of ordinary is predictable,. But never equal to the happiness of surprise given by

                                                                                     Food the reason of living, as I said before, I live to eat..... Every food has its own tales to be tasted... There is one particular Food item,  no one can have enough...                       The miracle  of the first bite of an Egg is similar to the first bite of the Apple  by Adam and Eve....  They ate the Apple not because they wanted Knowledge. But simple, they could not resist the temptation at the view of the lovely Red Apple.                                 Today I write about my all time Greed EGG.  The biggest gift of  Dionysus - egg. Round, and shining like a pearl... When Pouched its  divine. Scrambled and with bread a whole some breakfast.  Mixed with bread crumb dust- finest batter for any fry..                                             Egg is a very friendly thing, you mix it, or beat it, or  fry eat,. But every time you will  have a Fantastic recipe that makes your senses

                                 Every one faces a problem in there life about the choices they have. But today I have second thought regarding the choices I have made. Being a clear head and knowing what I  want, was never me. I was planned always, but never clear in sight.                       I  always chose what I felt, and  made the best out of limited. Always being a rebel has proved my brains are in my knees, I supported  Humanities over Science.  Erasing out the possibility of Being the fourth Engineer in family .  Yesterday I had an interesting    talk with my Professor  regarding studies and my uncomfortable attitude  for Pink College...., well of course I want to leave Pink College next year, I really don't want to loose my one whole year. But again my closest Friends have suggested to Leave this College. Its not that I am very good student, but I don't want this.  God I am so confused, I don't know what I am boring You about.                      

                                                             Ever since, God has put the power to interlace wishful thinking with reality in my head. I have gone bonkers. Truly, I suffer from a disease  called Day Dreaming. This ailment is really  dangerous one.... No cure, no other way out to reduce it.... This has made me believe I am a Witch. But a good one of course....                      Luckily no witch hunting takes place where I live. I do believe I am a witch to the extent that  I almost  bought spell books... The only reason no one will think I am one as, I know no spells, have no witch's kitchen, no broom, no hat, no long ugly nose or face. Neither do I live isolated in woods.Nor I am follower of Satan... I am plainly fascinated to the word witch.   Witches in ancient time were like the medicine man. No bad in intention. People always associated witches with witchcraft and black magic. But again the society was always under Man's sole, they might have

Part : II   Once, I was attending an Art workshop, it was a gala event for any twelve year old at that time. Being and over enthusiastic all my life, I was there in every place learning  less but hopping more.  This Workshop had given me one of the ideals of life, which I follow. One episode is still planted in my mind.           On the last day of workshop, we had a  Question and Answer session  with Chief Artist. He began his lecture with the topic  " Creativity and Perspective "  ( big Words too me than). Soon he began to ask questions. This one question has changed the angle  from which I view the world.  He asked say one thing that is the need for an artist, dancer,or writer , tell me the name of one force that is the Reason of Creativity.  I answered , Imagination, I was right.....                                 One  of   the reason we exist on earth is because we could Imagine of better life. The basis of evolution is imagination. God had created Garden of E

From today Starts my Pink College Blues........   After a week of holiday, the college will be back in front of my eyes. Trust me I am living my worst Nightmare... This college has everything one doesn't want to have in her Dream college and has every thing of - Worst nightmare. First Nightmare - Uniform..... yes a Pink and White color uniform. That's known as Salwar, rather wearing it is a WAR it self. From uniform comes the name Pink College.( my Creative mind) Imagine a Rope around your neck,, Chains on your feet and  Reviling Shield made to protect you but you feel captivated and nude? Second Nightmare - Horrible class rooms.... yes whitewashed rooms, but walls  decorated with Modern Art- Stains of Pan spat out by dear students. My major room is so tiny, that it makes me feel I am sharing a coffin on my funeral day with  twenty  (20) other living  people. Third Nightmare - Horrible subject combination , Yes I don't see the point in studying subject

                             " HOW do  people walk without twisting their feet once ? "...                                               IS something I wonder   The Art Of Walking is something none of us has learned in our family - my Mom, elder sister and me., none of us.                          Every time we are walking down the road, its either my mom about to fall either me, or my sister. This twisting and tumbling feet of our have sometimes created serious problems.  Many time, it ends up being a enjoyable memory  with striking  pain "OUCH"......                            Once upon a time I and Mom were traveling to meet my sister . It was a three day long train journey ,.  On second night the twisting of feet caused a twisting of life time. As Mom was going to Loo I being a ideal daughter offered  to join her.... The train was on high  speed, and I was walking behind Mom, .  Next thing I remember that something pinched  my  feet, and Mom turne

                                  A s you may wonder whats cooking behind my name. Well I am paulOaries. Yes readers I know you are smarter then me. YES its not my real name, rather its my P en  N ame. I fail to see the idea behind putting up my real name ( honestly I am scared OF Public Humiliation ). ITS been a Heaven and Hell year for me... So my real name can wait till  the blog is mature enough......                                                        This Blog is an escape to my world of reflections, thoughts, fantasies and my personal - public journal. Well my name  has nothing to do with anyone of my post right? Its simple I am my words.... I don't write with mind but with heart ( too much emotional sorry ). To be or not to be,  so I choose not to be - to be nobody just a plain  name with secret mission in mind......                                       A mission I cant share with you, but its a big one..... I have to say honestly I have been very Lucky to be

When ever I munch down mouthwatering delicacies from my Hand to Mouth.  I have a self realization- I  have contributed few more extra fats.....     Throughout my life time I have been on the heavier side of the scale. Being a food lover, rather      FOODAHOLIC,  its hard to control my twisting tongue at site of delicious edibles.   I have tried my luck several times to cut the munching mania, with several methods and advises. But  " Smell rings the Bell in Stomach ."                          Being a Bong ( Bengali ) is a bliss, you have a never ending list of delicacies, so  your taste buds develop the sense of variety at a early age. We Bongs  are best when it comes to Mouth  Affair. You give us any vegetable  or any food item that you hate and we turn it into a dish arrived from the God's  Kitchen.  Trust me Bongs are the best cook always. Well our whole country is filled with surprises, being a Bong I can speak of a Bong's Appetite.                      Now

Perfect is a perfect word itself, wholly , beautifully , from every way its perfect. Now perfect is one of my favorite words from limited list of vocabulary. Everyone wants to be perfect, trust me every soul in this World wants perfection in her life.. THIS love for perfection is the root cause of dissatisfaction in our perfect lives... TRUE but reality.                       In this struggle to be perfect, we end up being PER-FACT, not perfect...   CAN a human always be perfect? NAH! Never! ..... Did I say 'always' ? OOPS...... All I wanted to say was  does attainment of perfection is ever possible? But whats our notion of being perfect? Good education, good job, loving family, enough bank balance and bla and bla.......                  I have heard people saying God is perfect. Okay he is. But how we human know if he is perfect? And why he is perfect? And did Anyone see THE ALMIGHTY ????  No answer, for above , but with due respect to GOD, I say that perfection to u

part : 1 POEM MY HAND AT POETRY : ( its not good I do not expect  it to be either, but I felt I should Share my words with everyone no matter how bad I write ,,,, Do Forgive me for saying the word Poem) I heard her moving When  I turned back, She was gone She was not my Past She is not my Present She will not be my Future. But she was Born, With me And she will not Die With me. She is my companion My only comrade Yet not my Guide She is : My HOPE She was born with me But she will stay forever After I have GONE.... One day she will Mature to Reality She will stay Forever To fulfill the unseen...... But now she plays As she hides again.... I wonder Will we win together ever...  P.S-  (its neither  decent , my  apologies... to my dear readers time and again. but I am in a mood  to speak out my words......) thanking you to bear with me, paulOaries

Have lot to talk.... But where to start ?? A classic Dilemma we suffer from..... Well I suffer from Spoonerism      ( not at serious level but mild one ) and this two dear buddies have created many embarrassing moments for me... Once I was on stage and was suppose to say "Merry Ho" but the fate had something more funny in plan - and it became" Herry Mo " and this was first time I noticed this beauty OF Spoonerism.. From then there was no turning right for my beloved Tongue... Then whenever I began speaking in class occasional outbreak of new words were seen.... But thankfully no one ever knew that I was suffering from the above twist of fate.... Till now no one knows it, no one truly not even my family..... But spoonerism was a bliss to me really.... for her I began to speak more clearly and rather fluently.... Sometimes its fun to be a laughing stalk of class too... But the secret to overcome this little devil is simply don't give her any importance and she w

the intense BATTLE of seventh   day.... GOOD morning my imaginary readers (sorry). Happy Durga puja... The Goddess is back to defeat the Demon Mahishaur . BUT we Bongs celebrate PUJO in our own spirit of delicacies, new clothes and a list of endless....   But it would be over simplification of this great event...... Materialistic aspect is just one part of this Eternal battle of Good and Evil.  MAA Durga comes to visit her baaper bari ( parental house may be in plain translation.) too. THE most lovely aspect of the pujo is we receive her as a Mother and when she leaves we  see off  her as a DAUGHTER . But she comes here not only to kill one demon but to kill the demon inside us,,, in every heart- the selfish look, the unkind souls, the fake smiles and so on.... We celebrate this grand pujo every year for over centuries . But a Bong becomes Bengali only when he hears the sound of  Dhak,. The air has different joy, the heart feels to go and just let your self feel  the divinity of

Hello, do pardon me beforehand for my wrong spellings and improper grammar I am new to the world of internet and greedily trying to learn to use my new laptop. If you are reading my blog ( In my dreams I know, and my elder sister is not regarded as a reader, sorry Didam  ). Out of the box though, I am a student in the first semester in a horrible college doing major in the English Language, yes my college sucks and my dear readers I will be irritating you about PINK COLLEGE {not real name} days and my never moving life. Please don't think I am a pessimist, but I am an ETERNAL OPTIMIST. My life at present sucks in college, it seems I will be stuck in this jungle of aimless and dreamless people. ( please don't think that I consider myself superior) It's simply that I don't want to end up in being ordinarily normal. Welcome to my blog, waking for my dreams is what I am destined for. Please read my little insignificant words. P.S- I am my words :) thanking you t