From my diary.....Lines on Bengal during my last visit to BCKV

For Bengal with love..............

The morning glimpse of shining sun,
glittering water of the mighty Hoogly,
speed moving crowd,
rough voice of hawkers,
smoky dusty MG ROAD,
two balanced cantilever over Hoogly,
and Bengali beauty buds with a shiny weather,
I am just romancing the scenic beauty of interior Bengal,
the over crowded local,
with regular vendor vending their product,
making my journey a bit hectic,
soothing and mild euphony making me energizing,
rushing towards BCKV,
With a hope I will be success in my quest,,
but again I am honeymooning the horrible journey of local...

Life juxtaposed.........


The ornate life at Bhubaneswar quite different here at Bengal,
I am comparing my journey in a AC car with the open hooded trolley rickshaw,
the slanting rays of sun in a rainy morning,
numerous holes in highway with full of water,
opening of BCKV at 11 am
life as if hibernating here,
no movement at all,
people are being lazy and the local bus journey is very pathetic,
as it takes 1 hour to travel 10 km,
distance is less but accessibility as if restricted,
faculty are not organized,
increasing redundancy in university made the university a mater of debate,
corruption scam of 25 crores and fake certificate of the registrar,
making BCKV a point of attraction by the watchdog of govt. The press,
with such anamolys and hot environment am here,
to make my work smooth and healthy with a positive outcome...


A wayward life...........



From dusk to dawn,
Bengal learned me the art of literature,
science of struggle,
management of funds,
but fails to learn me any discipline life,
prior to BCKV I was very punctual ,
from 8 o clock morning classes to midnight dream,
but BCKV destroyed my day to day activities and
blended irregularities to my day to day work forces........

From The Corridor of time ...to rejuvenate old faded memories

"DUSSHERA" the festive occasion which has it’s own importance in my life since my childhood days. The family gathering, cordial welcome & above all the warm affection of my family members will remain a great impact throughout my life. Let me explain why this festival has the best prerogative to my life. when I was a child of 3-4 years the messenger sent by my maternal grandpa to convey the welcome message for Dusshera or simply my grandpa sent  someone (From among my four maternal uncles) to welcome us to the auspicious MAHASTAMI ( BHAI JUNTIA) ceremony. Me & Maa used to ready for our Dusshera journey at our earliest, and papa followed us after completion of his assignment.

Being a lone nephew I used to draw the kind attention of my beloved family members of maternal side during my early days. It was a story of about twenty years back. Things were gradually changed the affection and welcome turned into some hostile compromises & some kind of unwanted agony for my mamus (Maternal uncle). Yes it's very natural my uncles are now with a changing status from single to married. They have their own responsibilities of family life & workfare. My so called lone MAUSI deeply immersed into vague vanity. My favourite & caring among all NACHIKETA MAMU who is a lover of aesthetic beauty of life, sage of literature & who feels money earning are secondary for him forcefully dragged into the calculating arena of life due to some of his personal choices. From whom I learned the real essence of life keeping him away from this so called puja celebration during these days.

Recollecting the faded memories of warm Dusshera gathering at my maternal uncle house was rarely a chance of occurrence now days. Nostalgia bulging out from my mind and I am asking myself what exactly happened to those beautiful days of MAHASTAMI, NAVAMI & VIJAYA DASHMI. The NAVAMI days were very memorable for me. The PUJA PENDAL visit & counting the number from 1, 2.....to 19, 20 got so frequent within 3 hours with papa and my sister Anisha were now just a golden memories with the cruel reality of bitter present. The charm of Balangir puja days are lost, people around us just doing the FORMALITY PUJA for the sake of compulsory rituals not from the inner calling of heart.

Forth coming days we have to stay in the sweet abode of my maternal grandpa house alike an uninvited guest. when we reaches in MAMU HOUSE now-a-days the questions we have to answer at the time of our arrival are "when will you leave" "when is your train" "how many days of plan you have" etc. Like this many questions were being asked by my UNCLES during some of my previous holidays including this DUSSHERA. So my frequency of visit there gradually squeezes to some single digit number of days per year. The puja celebration, social gathering at RAVAN VADHA (VIJAYA DASHMI) is one-one fairy tale story to remember. So the changing scenario & behaviour of my relatives forcing us (me & my sister) to stay away from any function & puja at Balangir. For their reluctance attitude isolating us to pay a visit near to my grandpa & grandma is now just a DISTANCE DREAM. 

The lull before the storm

For me my love & emotions are the greatest things in the world. From where I do extract my mental peace of mind and stable state of soul. Likewise several couples, I have also bonded with someone else with the bondage of love & emotion. Not like the volatile & romantic illusion for one or two years rather we bonded to carry out a relationship and worked out our future course of action. Where there were two places for us, where we both were equal share holder of our love empire. We had decided to share our love & joy, sorrow & happiness, anger & emotion, compromises & adjustment together. As our plan of work worked out much earlier we proceed in our path comfortably with both of our commitments & loyalty for nearly four years.

One day the bomb has to explode. Our hide-n-seek opened out with someone’s ugly complained to my parents. They had interrogated me as if I was a criminal & they were the brave Scotland Yard police. Simply I behaved like cocooned into a snow white slumber. My answers were ridiculed them and added fire to fuel to their anger. They were simply busted out; their facial expressions were deeply stained with the redness of hemoglobin & mercury of blood pressure ranged unaccountably. The situation after confession was quite unpredictable. They charged me like a under trail prisoner booked for any heinous crime. We read in our early days that every start has an end likewise the drama of accusation confession & trail came to an end with an unprecedented reaction of my parent.

Apart from some family member rest were (including my little sis MAMA) behaved me as if I did a barbaric crime by having a love affair with a girl who belongs to non Brahmin fraternity. My relatives were found a new chapter of joke & a matter of discussion where I used to be the lead actor & she was the sole villain.

Yes I am giving respect to the custom & norms of the Brahmin society. But I have also my own freedom, my own emotion & attachment. If I will follow the path of my parents or if I am going to obey every words and phrases of my parents, then what will be the consequences? I will have to marry a Brahmin girl leaving behind all beautiful moment which we both had cherished till date. My love story will come to a tragic end with the name of “CASTISM” & the strong bondage between us will break in no time. On the other side my parents will yield credit for their dearest parent centric son, who is the worthiest guy in the world like SRAVAN KUMAR of Hindu mythology. But can I be happy throughout my life by giving a sweet betrayal to my beloved with the name of “BRAHMIN JEHAD”.