Envy

Smearing blood on the pitch black
Off to the beach, the moon goes back
Troubled waters, scuffling oceans

Finding your way through desolate streets
Come home to watch your kid on sleeping sheets
Fiery strips aplenty in the city, on stage

Gesturing with the eyes, yet again
Beckoning the music of the soul, down memory lane
Peeping to amaze, let’s bring them back

A single footstep would fetch you closer.

It's all in Your Head

There is this notion got into the psyche of many people that it is only natural that a rich man dares to foray into something big, extraordinary or larger than life dreams while the common man with less or no money has to remain satisfied with small goals and meager achievements. This theory would immediately spark off the debate if human excellence has something to do with the amount of currency one has in his bank balance! Even if we doubt the veracity of this statement, we can not deny the fact that the basic difference lies in the way of thinking-

Those who have achieved big have dreamed big and smaller dreams have lead people to smaller goals.

Some might argue that you can not dream big without a financial stability behind your back and they can, in no time, draw conclusion that big goals come after big bucks. But the example of Walt Disney, who had nothing but a skimpy $40 with him when he set foot in Los Angeles, and many like Disney nullifies this verdict.

Here, we can surely say that money is not the prerequisite of dreaming high, rather it is the courage and sheer passion for something in men what drive them to take plunges and to think bigger than ever.

Examples are aplenty to justify this argument. A good number of ordinary businessmen are there who start off with a small store at 24 and would end up retiring from work at 64, possibly from the same, old store! The dearth of ambition in them leads them to nowhere. On the contrary, there is another kind of businessmen who, starting off with the same would eventually grow bigger, possibly with multiple stores or other types of business, in times to come. Here, the difference in thinking makes the difference of lifestyle and what not?

You can only reach somewhere near the sky if sky is the limit for you. Otherwise stay happy being in the puddle if you do not dare think big.

Money does not bring you success, thoughts do. Think big, it’s all in your head.

Monsoon in Kolkata...Finally !

In recent times,the citizens of Kolkata have gone through a clearly visible change of unprecedented atmospheric behaviour...the weather board has also acknowledged that Kolkata is receiving late monsoon and short winter...the demon of global warming (alas!) too has struck our dear
city ! Well... for years the Kolkatans are experiencing hot and humid summers with crowds of perspiring foreheads,glasses of aampora shorbot (green mango juice),scent of khus-khus and of course,the regular heat-buster every evening; the lashing Northwester winds which would cool down the daytime heat-wave...but we were missing our dear kaal-boishakhi (yeah ! that's the name we call it by) very badly this time.In a quite unprecedented way,the summer of '06 has been very dry (it draws an immediate parallel to the extreme summer of Delhi,with severe heat waves) which rather added to our woe...it was really a strangling struggle with Mother nature I must say !
But ah-ha ! goodness gracious...much to the relief of Kolkatans...the Northwester has striked back and what a soothing experience it has been ! Last week there were hints of a thunderstorm taking place but apart from a few gusty blow and droplets of h2o...all was there were anticipations ! Finally,yesterday the kingdoms of heaven were so pleased with the City of Joy that it sent a mighty bolt from up above and voila! the next twenty-four hours there would be incessant raining...quenching the thirst of flora and fauna,rejuvenating our mind, drenching us with the rain of life...singing the malhaar raag of upcoming monsoon
"Rain on the roof-top,and rain on the sea...
Rain on those li'l cars...and certainly upon me...!"
I am so happy that the scorching summer would soon take its leave...at the same time I feel bad about those who live in shanties,lead poorly clad,poorly fed,poorly dreamt lives in thatched huts and can anytime be snatched away of their shelters by the mighty blows of windstorm...I can fantasize about the deadly charm of the storm,I can even write a poetry about it...but can I really feel like those helpless people who would be at our doors for nibbles of food,grains of rice and clothes soon after a horrible thunderstorm devastates their "insignificant" existence...? Can I really be one of them
I know I may lack the guts to endure the pangs of being homeless but one thing I can promise to myself...the Northwester might show them the wrecks of nature...but to my humble best,I can try to bring to them a piece of rainbow(in every sense it could be )after the thunder-showers cease creating havoc...as a human being,would that be much to ask from my self within ???