Friday, December 13, 2024

HoW!

This post is penned a long time back. Being off social media for a long time, I am taking baby-steps to get back to writing again. 


How real is DEAtH!
How imaginary is LiFE!
 

How fulfilling is TEArS!

How insignificant is LAUgHTER!

 

How true is a DREaM!

How unreal is a FAcT!

 

How clear is the MOrNING!

How unsure is the NiGHT!

 

How big is DAd!

How whole is MOm!

 

How pure is THOuGHT!

How complicated is MiND!

 

How authentic is HeLP!

How superficial is HuRT!


How little is ENouGh!

How enough is LiTtLe!

 

How difficult is STarT!

How simple is EnD!



© Rajib Bhattacharjee 2021


Saturday, August 12, 2017

Two eyes and my mind!

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Recently, while on board a flight ex-Madras (oops...Chennai), enroute to Calcutta (oops...Kolkata), I was just as bored, and engrossed in my favourite pastime - observing my co-passengers, trying to bring some semblance of association to the adage "birds of a feather, flock together"! It was more so, as, being cooped together!

Then, the following words just popped in and out of my ears! My silent words for you all...

Two eyes and my mind
Wander hither and thither!
Wonder why they both
Do not seek together!

Seeing million sights
Seeking billion peaks!
Locking million thoughts
Releasing trillion dreams!

Why-o-why think I?
More see I with closed eyes!
Why-o-why think I?
More dream I with open mind!

Where do I go, say I?
With open eyes and my mind!
Seeking glory at every turn
Reaching peaks, only to find
Where do I go now, say I?

Road I trot with open eyes
Clouds I fly with open mind!
Is destination that I see?
Or destiny is on mind!

Choice I make every second every time
Opportunity I seek every second every time!
Standing beside and behind
Hither my family, thither my kind!

Walking alone see I,
Lead all says my mind!
Is this the lust of the eyes!
Or the thirst of the mind!

Two eyes and my mind
Never seek together anytime!
Glory be me to have 'em as mine!
Glory be me to have 'em as mine!

Thursday, March 3, 2016

I know though...

I laugh cause I know to cry
I cry though I know not why

I smile cause I know to feel
I feel not knowing why

I rejoice cause I know of the effort
My effort though I know not if worth the joy

I strive cause I know to dream
I dream though it's not always for joy

My heart beats a kilometre
I run not knowing the distant mile

I awake cause it's another day
Is the day another I question thy

Many a time I pause to see
If my family and friends are with me
I pause only to see them pass me by

I walk gripping your hand in mine
You walk on and I am still behind

You are my angel
You are my light
You are the reason of my life
Though you know not why

Mine is all that I see
I see also that which is not mine

Tomorrow is today's dream
I see it with open eyes

I fly with the sun in my sight
With a promise for a try
To be the shadow when you look back
With a hope in your eye

I will cause I know I can
I will cause I know I can

© Rajib Bhattacharjee 2016

Monday, February 24, 2014

Value ads - Touching the chord within you!



The world is a very simple place to live in, that is, only if you want to make it simple! It only takes a moment to make it loveable and memorable! It also takes a small gesture, a small inspiration, a someone, somewhere, to provide that impetus, for each one of us to share emotions and love!

The beauty of being able to touch one another through these moments is what makes relationships stronger! The chord of love and care is strengthened by being there for one another, without expectations, without prejudice, with hope and a smile!

This ad and it's storyline does not in any way, make me disbelieve that there is still someone who believes in love and its smaller day-to-day nuances, someone who have had the eye to capture the emotions and tell it in so engrossing a manner!

I stand to congratulate the BA personnel to have the courage to showcase such an emotion, and touch the chord within...everyone (I am sure) and specifically me (of course)! 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

A Letter to my Teacher!


Dear Teacher,

I hope that you all are in the pink of your health!

This day, today, when I close my eyes and reminiscence my days gone by, I would like to pay obeisance to one and all of you who have, in various earthly forms, been an influencer in shaping me into what I am today.

You, my dear teacher, I have met at every moment of life, where you have made concerted efforts to engrain in me the values, ethic and discipline that will hold me in good stead and the knowledge which will make me a responsible social and professional character.

The beauty of this whole interactive experience between you and me, surprisingly, have taken place more frequently and influentially outside of the four walls called a classroom. Beyond the classroom, you have met me as my mom, my dad, my sister, my brother, my wife, my friend, my colleague, my boss, and now, more importantly and recently, as my daughter!

You have diligently made efforts to inculcate within me the values and virtues of discipline, respect and trust through tangible and intangible knowledge.

I hope, today, as I stand before the world, I am able to make you feel proud of your efforts.

Today, I seek strength from one and all of you, to give me the ability to impart those values, ethics, discipline and knowledge to my daughter which will help her in good stead in her yonder years!

Though it may seem a little clichéd this day, I still would like to convey my heartfelt Thanks on this wonderful Teacher’s Day.

May you all have the power to bestow your blessings to one and all of your students!

With best regards and Love,
Rajib Bhattacharjee

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I choose to “live”!

I don’t know this road but I like to believe it goes somewhere. For now, I like to walk on it. May be I won’t like the place it takes me to, may be I will regret having left the place I was at. But nothing can take away the joy of walking on this road, now, that is a reality.

Is it important to love the destination? Or is it important to love the journey? It is the same question of weighing “what will be” to “what is”, of deciding to “live” rather than “live for”.

I choose to “live”!
© Swati Ramanujam, Tuesday, 3rd April 2012, 12:01 pm on her Facebook post

This above piece, or rather, a masterpiece, of an assortment of simple words put together, is of such weight, depth and magnitude, that I could not resist being drawn to it and subsequently poaching it (with permission from the brains that coined it, of course), so that I can share it with you all.

This would be beyond my capability and ability to try and fathom the extent of the message above, and more so, about the person who houses such a grey matter at the place where it matters! However, I am going to make an effort, punitive though it might be from the perspective of the author, to showcase the author from my perspective!

I share a strange association with the author (‘relationship’ is certainly not the right word). A brief background to this effect is imperative to bring out the perspective of my inferences.

I got in touch with her about 4 years back when I joined a new concern. Not that we have had formal introductions from day one; but we did slowly get acquainted through our work. I always did find her being authoritative and possessive leading to aggressive, about her work and her team. She always did put a price on her efforts and time (‘any job not worth 5L as INCOME is not worth racking one’s brain about’).

Watching her from across the table during meetings, I always found her in three conversations at the same time – one that was taking place at the meeting; one that was taking place with her team on certain deliverables of another client; and, the one, more importantly, that was doing the rounds inside the frontal lobe of her cerebrum! I do not still know, if this qualifies and classifies under ‘multi-tasking’.

To me, she is a loner! She is an introvert under the garb of being an extrovert (am I coining a new species here, or this species exist…more on this later in my blog!). She loves words and lives in her world of words. To her, words are her weapon to reasoning! In her world of analysing facts and data, in her world of rationalising action, in her world of transforming numbers, in her world of making sense out of nonsense, she understands the essence of words and thence plays with it.

I always did observe her to be a vociferous reader, delving into any topic that interests her. She always did share her reads on the social media. You would also find her popping in and out of reading material sites as a person who had visited the site and read a plethora of topics on offer.

I still cannot classify her to be a friend, acquaintance, colleague or someone whom I know. You will have observed, all that I have said, or rather wrote about her, is and will only be my observation (not interaction) of her in a work environment.

But, I am proud to have her on my FB friend list (one that she accepted, or rather, should I say, granted my request). Proud to have someone who is having the capability of using simple words to reason out complexities of life, work and relationships.

Why did this certain piece, amongst the gems that she did sometimes throw around on the FB, draw my attention and interest? I must have read this piece almost about umpteem times, by now, and am sure will keep reading it in times to come. I have also edited the same when I put it here on the blog (notice the “!” at the end).

I have also debated with myself, whether, the last sentence of the first para should read as, “But nothing can take away the joy of walking on this road. Now, that is a reality.” OR as “But nothing can take away the joy of walking on this road, now. That is a reality.” I have decided to respect the thoughts of the author and you are reading the piece the way she had written.

This piece stares at me and reminds me, of me and my professional journey.

To those who know me through this journey in time, to those who have met me during different times in this journey, to those with whom I have had the pleasure of association in this journey, to those who have been magnanimous to have taken this journey with me during some part of time, to those who are still walking along with me, this is ME!

I choose to “live”!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Mother’s Magic

Another of my father-daughter bedtime story!

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ONCE UPON A TIME, in a small village, near a beautiful flowing river, there lived Mrs. Quack Duck with her six sweet and lovely ducklings.

Every morning, the Sun rose in the East, and Mrs. Quack Duck would wake up. She would stretch her wings and flap them slowly. Then she cleaned the nest.

She, then, would say, “Good Morning, my dear beautiful children”!

The six ducklings would slowly open their dreamy eyes and say, “Oh, Mother. Can we sleep a little more, please? We are still very sleepy.”

Mrs. Quack Duck would smile and say, “No my dear beauties. Always remember, the early bird catches the worm.”

Hearing their mother say about the worm, all the ducklings feel very hungry and immediately open their eyes. They say in chorus, “Mother, we are awake. Let’s go and catch the worm.”

“No, not so soon”, says Mrs. Quack Duck. “You have to first clean yourself in the morning, before you eat. Come, follow me”.

Mrs. Quack Duck walks towards the river. The six ducklings follow their mother in a single line. They all love the river very much.

On reaching the river, Mrs. Quack Duck says, “Dear children. Today I will teach you some very important things, which you all have to follow strictly. Do not miss doing these activities everyday. If you do not follow any one of these, then the magic will not work.”

The ducklings were very happy that their mother was about to do some magic. They listened very carefully.

Before entering the water, Mrs. Quack Duck said, “As soon as you enter the river and start swimming, you should first clean your feet and the beak. You should flap your legs inside the water and clean them from all the dirt and mud from your feet. You should also dip your beak into the water and clean them too.”

The ducklings looked at their mother how to do the same. They then followed her cleaning their feet and their beaks.

“Now can we eat, dear mother.” “No, not yet”.

“Now, you all will clean your feathers and your wings. I will teach you how to do it.” Saying this, Mrs. Quack Duck put her head into the water and brought it out with a jerk. In this way she splashed water onto her back. She also flapped her wings into the water. After that she cleaned each feather of her wings and her back with her beak.

The ducklings saw their mother cleaning up very carefully looking and they did the same. They loved splashing the water onto themselves. They also splashed water onto each other also. They had a lot of fun cleaning themselves up.

The ducklings then caught some small fish and ate them. After swimming for some time, they went to the bank of the river and dug up some lovely worms and ate them, too.

“Do not eat anything that you see and get. They may be dangerous and poisonous too. Eat only fresh and correct food. I will tell you which are the healthy food”, said Mrs. Quack Duck.

After eating, Mrs. Quack Duck said, “Clean your beak after every meal that you have”.

They played and swam all day. They were enjoying this swim.

When the Sun was going down in the West, Mrs. Quack Duck called out to her children and said, “Come on, it is now time to go home”.

“Mother dear, let us play some more. We are enjoying the swim”, said the ducklings together.

“No. Remember, when the Sun goes down, it is going to be dark. That is when all children and all ducks come home. This is time for rest”, said Mrs. Quack Duck.

While returning home, the ducklings looked at each other and whispered, “What happened to Mother’s Magic. Did you see it?” They shook their heads and said, “No”.

They went to sleep that night, feeling very happy.

Mrs. Quack Duck and her ducklings followed the same routine every day. The ducklings never forgot what their mother had taught them. They were very obedient children.

One morning, the ducklings woke up and found that their mother was still sleeping. They looked at each other and were very puzzled, as to how they woke up before their mother.

“Dear Mother, are you not well today? Can we help?”, said the ducklings.

“No, my dear children. Today I want you to go to the river by yourselves. I will join you all later”, said Mrs. Quack Duck.

The ducklings obeyed their mother and walked to the river.

Before entering the river, the ducklings saw their reflection in the river. They were very astonished. They saw that they had become very beautiful ducks now.

“Mother’s Magic”, they said in chorus.

The six ducklings have grown to become very beautiful and graceful ducks now, because they listened and obeyed their mother and her instructions.