ANNIVERSARY

Grandson- O maa! Maa!! Give me a bit of dahi too. I want to eat. You are making dahi and not giving me.                       
                     Not fair.

Sudha-  No this isn’t for you! This for your dadu and dida’s anniversary. Its their 5oth anniversary. Its for them dear.

Grandson- Oh so dadu dida turned 50??

Sudha- No no! They have been married for 50 years now. That’s why we are celebrating this day.

Grandson- Yay! Dadu dida’s 50th anniversary. Yay!
(grandson goes around the whole room shouting this, where as mother runs after him to make him stop. After sometime, she catches him and puts her hand on his mouth to make him quiet. Just then, grandmother entered.)

Grandmother- Sudha! Sudha!

Sudha- Here I am mother.

Grandmother- I have been calling you for the past fifteen minutes. Where were you?

Grandson- (speaks inaudibly) Mhmmmmm……………….

Grandmother- So! What are we going to have tonight??
(grandmother leans towards in front of Sudha while Sudha leans back still holding her son)

Sudha- (with speed) Rice, dal, aloor dom, luchi, maach, doi.

Grandmother- HMM…….

(she leaves the room with a suspicion clear in her eyes.)

Sudha- Phew! That was close!

Grandson- Maa, maa??

Sudha- Go and play don’t tell this to anyone.

(Grandfather enters)

Grandfather- What happened my dear??

Sudha- My son was about to do a blunder. Thank god she didn’t hear about the arrangement.

Grandfather- No no! she musn’t know. No one will tell her right? (winks at the audience)

(scene 2)

Grandmother- Always I will be just working for this house. None of my family remembers about this day.                                                                                                                 
                          Are they growing old that they don’t remember or they am I so unimportant for them?

(Grandfather enters)

Grandfather- Ginni! O Ginni! My ginni…..(sings melodiously)

Grandmother- What!? What do you want?!

Grandfather- No I mean. You are looking beautiful today.

Grandmother- aha!! So romantic!! Do you remember what is today??
                           You don’t right?? Obviously you don’t.
Grandfather- Let me speak……uff! I know what is today. Today is Monday! We have Brazil and Germany’s match. Uff how can I forget?

Grandmother- Germany’s match?

Grandfather- Yes

Grandmother- Match??

Grandfather- Yes dear yes.

Grandmother- You are the worst.
                     Ahh(as if crying) You don’t love me at all.
                    (She leaves the room)

Grandfather- Are ginni!! Listen!!
                       Jaa!! She went away. But hehehehehe…….your buro will surprise you tonight.

(at night)
Sudha- shh shh shh!! No one must make a sound.

Grandson- eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!  (he giggles in excitement)

Grandfather- Shh! She is coming. Don’t talk.

Grandmother- O go! Why is it so dark??

Everyone in unison: Surprise!! Happy marriage anniversary!

Grandmother- Huh? Huh?? You all remembered??

Grandfather- Ofcourse!! Why won’t I my ginnimaa.
(Grandmother hides her face in embarrassment)

(grandfather kneels down with great difficulty.)
 Grandfather- Wait! Wait! I think the arthritis is getting me. Uff baba( with great difficulty kneels down)
                      Tumi akaash ekhon jodi hote
Ami bolakar moto pakha meltam……(sing first two lines of the song)
                     Happy anniversary Shona!

Grandmother- uff! You are so unpredictable.
                            Tumi moyeda ekhon Jodi hote.
                         Jol khabarer luchi beltam.

Grandfather- Oh yes I brought something for you.

Grandmother- What?? what?? (With excitement)

Grandfather- ofcourse. Here you go!

Grandfather gives her a box and she opens it with excitement.

Grandmother- False teeth?? Seriously?

Grandfather- yes. I remember you said that doctor has asked you to buy one. And since there are no teeth remaining so you know. I am good husband right?

(Grandmother gets hold of a stick)
Gradmother- You are gone!!

(they run in a circle hurriedly)

Grandfather- Wait! Wait! You don’t like this. I will bring a better set

Grandson-  HEHEHEHE! Happy anniversary dadu and dida.
                    (comes in front of the audience)
                     Uff now you all go let me eat. Tata bye bye.

                            ~ Suchismita Basu Roy

A GIRL I KNOW

There is this girl I know. She lives in Mumbai. Wait. In Copenhagen. No, Iraq, was it? Or Chicago? Kolkata?

This girl, she’s sitting somewhere right now — in her house, under a open sky, beside a busy street — she’s almost anywhere.
Except that she’s not in a classroom , office , library.

Well she is with a bottle of wine, Cabernet Sauvignon...her favorite.

Well she can be describe as a poem of melancholy. Somewhere she enjoys her loneliness in her own way.

Right now she isn't typing any code in computer or looking forward to a half burnt patient. She doesn't even know how much digits are there in pi. She is just spoiling her time or may be this is how she enojoys her life.

May be she was spoiled by a rich parents— jewellary, dresses, all the attention anyone could want. But may be she never want all that.

May be she wants someone. May be a girl..Wait! What?
Yes a girl....

Right now she takes off her wine bottle on her open air balcony. A cozy midnight, She takes steps towards her bedroom.

 She just saw her "man" sleeping on her bed.

                                                                                 ~IRIEN BISWAS

INK OF EXPRESSION ~ PRIYANKA HAZRA

AN ART OF LIVING

She was a brave little child,

Who always smiled.

Twisting, juggling, dancing on a thin rope

She shouldn't fall, was my only hope.

She performed mind boggling stunts

With a huge audience in front.

Walking on the beats of music

Her mother hoping for no rick.

Watching her perform was a delight

The sun rays made her face bright.

After the performance, when she got praises, cheers and applaud

She was quite contented and awed.

In this way, she earns her livelihood

By performing as much as she could.

She actually possessed nothing

For her, the respect earned was everything.

Happiness is all, she was giving

in deeper sense she taught me an art of living.

© Harsha Navalkar

Ps - The poem is dedicated to the little girl in the picture.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

HARSHA NAVALKAR, a very talented young blogger from Mumbai (India) who is currently studying computer engineering. But she went beyond the materialistic bounds of technology and created beautiful expression of art and poetry. She is quite popular in various blogging communities. To check out her beautiful creations you can check her website http://harshanavalkar.blogspot.com/

GRAVE

 GRAVE

Years went by and the flowers of the spring could no longer hold their scent. The old man watched, as the trees shed off their leaves like every other year. He sat in his rocking chair and watched the sad scenery. The lake seemed to be reflected the lifelessness of the sky. He was sitting there alone, with a cup of tea in his hand, he kept on looking at the ochre leaves. Today was the day his beloved left his hand forever.

"A joyous woman with a high sense of justice." People used to say. She was killed by some political disputers. That day, she fell in his arms. She was coughing out blood and was having great difficulty in talking. "You must marry someone again." Those were her dying words. Her hands, parted with his as well as her soul.
Ever since that day, he started smiling in a brighter way, a way he never smiled before. He learned how to cook and went to an orphanage daily to play every day with thousands of kids. But, he didn't keep his beloved's last wish. He walked to her grave on this very day every year and said. "I know you are here. I won't cheat on you" Her grave was situated underneath the tree that showers her with ochre leaves every year, this very day.

                             ~ Suchismita Basu Roy

MOTHER

MOTHER

The silhouette protecting her from hardship was uplifted. Her tears so enthralling- it seemed to diminish very little pain of her heart. The dark clouds engulfed her and were waiting for the final nail to be hammered in the coffin. The wooden carved box contained her only confidante. The wooden box and a cross. Underneath the box was lying a lady wrapped in white veil. Her eyes seemed to be worried. Worried about the moaner sitting there, still hoping that she would start breathing again. She waited for an enchanted miracle. She waited for Cinderella's fairy god mother. She wished that she could breathe again. The wolves around her were standing. Now that the protecting hand left her, she was open to futile hits. The one holding her hand strongly, was now gone forever. Her lips were stiff like that of the new resident of the coffin. She had grown pale and probably famished. She lost her only soul- her mother, that day.

                           ~ suchismita basu roy

RANDOM CLICKS ~ SAYAMJYOTI MANDAL

হাজার বিছানায়

আরো এক নেশাতুর রাত, মায়াবী অনুভূতির , রঙিন তরল এর পেয়ালা আর ভালোবাসার নামে শরীরের উত্তেজনা শান্ত করার আরো এক হিংস্র মানুষ রুপি পশুর সাথে সহবাসের এক রাত। ৫ টা বছর দেখতে দেখতে কেটে গেছে, যৌবনের আগুন যে কবে আমাকে পুড়িয়ে ছারখার করে শ্মশানের ছাই করে ফেলেছে তা বুঝতে পারিনি। সেই স্কুল এর গণ্ডি পেরোতে না পেরোতেই বাবার সুধার নেশাটা যেনো রন্ধ্রে রন্ধ্রে বাড়তে লাগলো,ঝামেলা অশান্তি লেগেই থাকতো। তবে আমায়ে বড্ড ভালোবাসতো, আগে রোজ ৫ টাকার সেই ডেয়ারি মিল্ক আনতো আমার জন্য, কিন্তু বেশিদিন রইলো না সেই সুখ। হয়তো অভাব কড়া নেড়েছিলো ভালোবাসার দরজায়ে। হয়তো পল্টু কে মদ্যক অবস্থায় ঘরে ঢোকাবার আগে , বাবা মনে মনে খুব কেঁদেছিলো, কে জানে ? সত্যি টা যে পাল্টে যাইনি, সেটাকে লুকোনোর জন্য কিছু অজুহাত খুঁজে নিয়েছি। সুজয় রোজ পিছু করতো স্কুল এর পথে ,মিথ্যে বলবনা , ভালই লাগতো যখন দেখতাম পড়াশোনার নামে হাঁ করে তাকিয়ে আছে আমার দিকে । তবে সেদিন যেনো দেখলাম এক অন্য সুজয় কে। , যখন আমার ছোটবেলার চেনা সুজয় মুখের ওপর টাকার গোছা টা ছুড়ে মারলো।ছিড়ে ফালা
ফালা করে ফেললো আমার শরীর টাকে । হয়তো সব সত্যি, সত্যি নয় , হয়তো সবই সময়ের সাথে পাল্টানোর এক খেলা, সবাই খেলছে। ভালো না লাগলে পাল্টে ফেলবে। ছোট বেলায় মা গল্প শোনাতো, স্বয়ং মহাদেব নাকি বিষ পান করেছিলেন পৃথিবী কে রক্ষা করতে। তখন বুঝিনি, এখন বুঝি বড্ডো মিল খুঁজে পাই যে । যে ভাবে প্রত্যেক রাতের পর জীর্ণ ভাবে বসে থাকি খাটের একটা পাশে, সমাজ  যেনো ঠিক সে ভাবেই কোণঠাসা করে দিয়েছে আমাকে। শুনেছিলাম ফুলের মতো সুন্দর ছিলাম দেখতে , আস্তে আস্তে কখন যে কালো গভীর অন্ধকারটাকে আষ্টেপৃষ্ঠে জড়িয়ে ধরেছি তার কোনো হিসাব নেই।

সমাজের কাছে আমরা বেশ্যা , বাইজি , স্লাট , হোর , খানকি, মাগী ইত্যাদি। কিন্তু যারা আমাদের ভোগ করলো, যারা এ পথে আসতে বাধ্য করলো , যারা অনর্গল আমাদের নিয়ে ব্যবসা করলো তারা কি? হাস্যকর কথা, তারা যে ভদ্রলোক, সমাজের নামি দামি মুখোশ পরা হিংস্র জন্তু। আর আমরা? বিষবৃক্ষ আমরা । সমাজের বাগানে আগাছার স্তূপ , তাই যে আমাদের ছেটে ফেলতে হবে, নইলে বিষের মত ছড়িয়ে পড়বো সমাজের শরীরে, বিষিয়ে দেবো সমস্ত অঙ্গ প্রত্যঙ্গ কে। তবে কেউ দেখবেনা বৃক্ষ কি ভাবে বিষাক্ত হলো, অসীম উদ্যানে কোন পাতা কবে ঝরে গেলো তা কি আর আকাশ মনে রাখে? সেই ভাবেই একদিন ক্ষয় হতে হতে হয়তো কেটে ফেলবে গাছ টাকে, লুপ্ত করে দেবে তার অস্তিত্ব, কিন্তু বিষ এর উৎস কোথায়? আদৌ কি তা ভেবে দেখেছে সমাজ?  ভাবেনি। তাই হয়েতো আজও মেয়েরা অন্ধকার গলিতে একা হাটতে ভয়ে পায়, হয়তো তাই সঙ্গে রাখে অস্ত্র, হয়তো তাই ছোট জামাকাপড় পড়া নোংরামির ইঙ্গিত। এ ভাবেই এগোবে হয়তো , কিন্তু আর কতদিন, কখনো কেউ ভেবেছে বৃক্ষের কি দোষ ছিলো? হয়তো বিষবৃক্ষকে নির্মূল করতে বৃক্ষ নয়, বিষ কে গলা টিপে মারতে হবে । ভোরের সূর্য উঠবে একটু পর, আরো একটা রাত আসবে আবার, কিন্তু বদলাবে না কিছুই, থেকে যাবে সমাজ, আমি আর আমার শরীরের বিষবৃক্ষ।
~অচেনা রাতের সঙ্গী

                     ~Kushal Bose

YOUR SPOILT KID

dear parents,

I still remember the time we were so happy. I used to tell you everything about the day and you were so excited to know them. you taught me what is wrong and what is right but you were never unhappy with me. I still remember how peaceful it was to be hugged by you when something went wrong. crying in front you was so easy.
But suddenly everything changed as I started to grow up. Now a days when something goes wrong I feel afraid to tell you. I know you are a supporting parents. You are ready to spend 100$ if I need but sometime I just miss those old day. Sometime I want you to talk with me about my life rather than my career. Now I am mature enough to realize that I am also a part of this rat race and I always wanted to share how I feel when I fail. but everytime I fail  you made me realize that how hard you tried as a parent and how terribly I failed to reciprocate those effort but you never realized I was sad too and you never  hugged me like before. I was all alone with my things.
With time I have realized that a good time and a  bad time are just the opposite face of a coin. Every time I see darkness around me  I crave for your warmth but I fear you will blame me for the situation for you think this is the time for making career and nothing else. But You might have failed to realize that not only my limbs has grown but I developed some emotional aspects as well. For now everytime time my when my heart breaks , everytime I feel dejected  everytime   I feel alone  , I can find a group of  people ( I call them my friends) around me who feel the same as me and  listen to me. You might think they are spoiling me but at least they comforted me that night when I thought everything has ended for me.
Dear parents, I know I am unable to make you proud. I know you were far  better when you were of my age. But trust me I am not that bad as you think. This competition worries me . At every step I fear of failing. you might think I am young but I have seen how brutal human beings are. I have seen how sole mates become enemies. I have seen  how the evil ones are are living more happily. And I fear all this. I get confused whom to trust. But trust me I love you. I remember all the values you taught me. May be I can't fulfill your  expectation but deep inside I always try to male you happy. I know you are trying hard to give me the best but sometime I just wish you sit beside me and ask me "how's life?"
 from
your spoilt child .

                  ~ Anwita Nath

SHE

   || SHE ||

~  MAINAK DEY

Neither an incredible creation
Nor his inspiring invention
She is a 'SHE'
To complete herself she doesn't need a HE.

On her are written thousands of verses
Describing her as a statue of values and contrary to curses
Is considered a factotum
She is the tawny leaf of autumn
Brings the love spring
Makes the fortune bell to ring.

But the water of reality had made her to rot.
She became an asset
On whom anyone can bet.

Of women empowerment I'm not talking
For it is such a path on which not worth is walking
They aren't beggars or disabled
And not waiting to get labelled
With the thoughts of the world
For when they walk with their hair curled
All suffer from destitution
Starts stumbling the base of old institution
That teach this sphere
That a SHE can't do anything...it's clear
They only have looks
No, their brain contains myriad books
They break their barriers
And make you fall from your proud carriers.

They don't want an equal stage
For they are much above even if you keep them in cage
Your so called boundations
Can't keep them from laying down the foundation
Of a world that would respect them as it's creation.

TIPS FOR A BEGINNER IN BLOGGING

TIPS FOR A BEGINNER IN BLOGGING

Today I will be sharing some tips how to get started with this whole blogging business. Those who are thinking that it is about time to start some blogging this article might be a real help for them. So let’s get started.

There are several factors we have to consider before starting blog writing.

CHOOSING THE RIGHT BLOG PLATFORM:

Now this is very important. Before you can get started with blogging you need to decide in which platform you are going to create your blog website. There are several popular platforms like Blogger/Blogspot, Wordpress etc. I will personally suggest that as a beginner one should go with blogger. It’s a very strong and user friendly platform provided by Google.

CHOOSING A POPULAR NICHE:

  
After setting up the blogging website the next big task is to select a topic on which you would be writing your articles. I would suggest choose topics which will be resourceful for others. Topics that will indirectly provide services to other people. For example:- TIPS FOR A BEGINNER IN BLOGGING. This kind of topics helps others to set up their work. It’s a great way to attract organic traffic to your blog.

MAINTAINING TRAFFIC:

Another very important thing for a blogging website is traffic. Traffic is the count of how many people have seen your articles and blogs. There are some very basic tricks to increase traffic in your blog.

1)      Post your blog links in google plus communities

2)      Share it on facebook, pinterest.

3)      Share the links over whatsapp and instagram stories and messages.

4)      Invite other bloggers to write guest posts for you website and do cross promotion.

MONETIZE YOUR WEBSITE:

Earning money while following your fashion sounds great. Doesn’t it? Monetising your site will give you an opportunity to earn money by posting ads. in your website. There are some service providers by which you can place ads. in your blog. These are-

     1)      amazon associates

     2)      popads

     3)      Media.net

     4)      google adsense

~ Rajdeep Das