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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Come Alive and Fly With Me

I found a butterfly in my room today! It opened the switch gate and memories came flooding in!

By the time I became a mother, not only space constraint clawed in but also the number of butterflies dropped much so, that whenever I saw one outside, I would drop everything and gaze at it, fluttering its wings and be enthralled by its beauty, from the confines of my grilled window. I'm sure my children must have wondered, why their mother behaved in such a crazy manner! For me it would be a joyous occassion.

Today I know why I love butterflies! But, back then, in my childhood, I was least bothered and totally unaware. I simply loved to chase them around. In those days, they were a common feature. Some laughed, some ignored and some thought me to be insane. I'm sure, some must have also wondered at my passionate endeavour!

 My passion for them grew stronger, when one day one of my friend, showed me his prized posession. It was a huge collection of colourful remains of dead butterflies! I was so shocked that I began to cry. My mother encouraged me that from then on I must try and save as many of them as I could. I felt good and thought that I could prewarn them and save their lives. The more I thought, the more heroic became my actions ...and I couldn't be stopped! In a playway manner, mother taught me to value life. My efforts to shoo them away from the preying eyes soon became a passion for life time.

As a child,watching them flutter around from flower to flower or watching them simply float in air effortlessly,excited me. I would wonder, how they got those beautiful shades of colour, all generously loaded on their pair of wings! Why do the flowers begin to nod as they fly away! Are they saying "come again"! What attracts them to my garden! Do they loose their way ever! Why don't they come inside the house!
In my passion, I couldn't see that my children didn't find any such pleasure watching them. But as per my nature... one day, I pulled my daughter from her study, to witness an extraordinary butterfly...something I had never seen before! It was shiny black with two huge sparkling golden stars on its pair of wings. Poor thing had lost its way and had come inside my room and found a comfortable place for itself on top of my wardrobe. As I showed my excitment she said "What ma! You brought me here to watch this stupid butterfly! I was disappointed to hear that. and said "...what did you stupid! Well, ofcourse not! I still don't think so! What do you know of them!"

"Ofcourse I know! They are the agents of cross pollination, their shades of colour and design are genetic and the fragrance of flowers draw them closer." she answered. "But..but that's just the zoological aspect of their life cycle. They also have another." I shot back. I felt pity for her. I realised that today we all are so caught up with our routine and rat-race that we really don't have time to stop and think...and in our daily pursuit, we overlook such beautiful graces of nature. And I took it upon myself, that I'll communicate the spirit of beauty of nature to her.

So I continued in a gentle voice " You know, butterflies are the symbols of life and transformation. Thses symbols of beauty are the agents of change who teach me to strive to transform myself, constantly and consistently, so that I can evolve from old to new, as a better human being. Their bright colourful hues send a message that whatever be my situation or circumstances, I must make an effort to paint my life with happy and joyful hues. Knowing that their life span is short and inspite of the darkness lurking before them they never stop or crumble in despair, instead flutter around like a vagabond, to illuminate the lives of the people and their environment, sending me the message as if saying "Look at us! How frgile we are in body though, but we don't give up from trying hard every moment for just a pint of nectar! That sweet elixir which when you drink fills your being with equal sweetness and fulfillment!To this purpose we are born and we live turely to our mission! Look at yourself full of wails and doubts, complaints and regrets...oh how much you brood over impermanent and superficial things! Why don't you come and fly with us! Why don't you float amidst such fragrant lives around you!Why can't you believe that transformation from old to new is the key to life! Why can't you come alive! Oh why can't you! Why don't you! If not now then when will you fill your fleeting moments with the beauty of hope and appreciation for life! This life, once gone, will never come back. So capture every moment and colour and paint them with subtle but high intensity values! Will you ... remember me!"

Hearing me speak with emotions she turned around and said "I'm so fortunate to have you ma! The beauty of your heart makes everything look so beautiful to me!

Hearing so much of appreciation brought tears to my eyes and I replied in a hush " I care for those whom no one notices...a promise I made to my mother once!" In my heart I thought "How just a tiny butterfly brought me closer to my daughter and helped us forge an eternal bond to last forever!"

Saturday, January 15, 2011


Vibrant people with pulsating hearts around me...all amidst the true purity of nature....made me feel like I'm in heaven. What more could I ask for! It delighted me to see that modern times had already kissed the villager's threshhold. People looked happy. Roads ushered in connectivity and yes the mobiles...not something distant but a very common feature. Electricity lighted homes after dusk, school children in many big bunches waved at us on their way back home...all this reflected that government was doing or trying to do it's bit to let each individual live with dignity. But yes of course! every thing wasn't quite inviting, especially the health, hygine and sanitation along with the plight of women there! I thought work is being done but my bit is lacking. The day I contribute in its rebuilding these tired and run down villages and their folks will surely lead sparkling lives. I felt charged up and began to even sketch out plans. It was beyond noon and the signs of early evening were setting in slowly. For the last six hours we were on wheels and Shantiniketan by now had begun to appear a distant dream.

In spite of all inconveniences, I wasn't a bit disappointed rather felt fulfilled. I rejoiced at my precious fortune. The sun had passed its zenith bathing every nook and corner in it's warm golden hue. The view lent to the sight by my eyes was stunningly beautiful and my heart continued to click pictures to treasure it forever in it's depths. The magic of my environment was mesmerising. Fusing with its pure, fresh, all encompassing vastness, I heard my heart rasped out a silent plea ,
" Oh! behold me in your bossom
 And make my heart anew.
With your spirit recreate me
Pure and strong and true!"     


The chill wind carried us on it's wings and our thoughts...! Well, they seemed to have put on an extra pair! My heart touched the beauty of my environment. The vast stretched land with fresh and varied shades of yellow mustard flowers held me spell bound.

We took a few minutes halt at Krishna Nagar and refreshed our tired selves with a hot cup of tea. Soon our journey resumed. The tall evergreen trees stood majestically on either side of the road in one single file, warmly invoking me, as if I'm the queen. Oh how magnificant the sight was!

I felt blessed to be in the company of beauty and bounty of nature. I'm sure others were also in that same euphoria because no one realised that our driver had lost his turn. He knowingly kept on driving confidently. What jolted me of my reverie then! It was when I saw that we were on a road that didn't appear to be a high way at all! On raising an alarm, he denied and kept driving on and on. I had this strange feeling that the road was taking us far away from our destination but I didn't despair for the same road was also bringing me closer to the heart of Bengal.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


The driver gently loaded his stereo and I protested "It's a long drive please don't get distracted with those junk songs! If you want music to flow put in some soft numbers, if you have them."
"Yes sister, I'll put on my best cd" he said with a nice good smile.
The songs were old hindi film songs sung by Sonu Nigam. He had sung them so well that we almost got deported to that beautiful era. His rendition created heavy nostalgia that with each new song we began to share our secrets of those times.
The scorpio moved on. The warm sun rays warmed our old chilled bones and that cozy snuggle brought us closer still. I was happy for I was reliving my youth and those memories consumed me.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

An Enchanting Trip To SHANTINIKETAN - 1

Call it anything you feel like! It was sheer joy for me! In spite of all the constraints lurking all around, I was excited about my trip to Shantiniketan. Thinking that Durgapur expressway will be a smooth ride, I took this brave decision, of going to Shantiniketan, along with my husband and guests. I always wished for an opportunity and when it arrived, I had to grab it.
We started in the morning, at about 8a.m. Had toasts and tea before we set off. Though my husband objected but I sneaked in few cashewnuts, pistas, guavas etc. I pushed in all that I could see on the dining table.
Before leaving my husband talked to the driver to find out if he knew the route and he confidently assured him that he did. Then he enquired about the route he intended to take. He answered via Krishna Nagar. They argued for a while and it was decideed that we would be taking The Krishna nagar route as the expressway was clogged due to political reasons.We were unaware of this route but our confident driver said with a smile "I'll take you through a short cut." We gave in and followed him. Thus our journey began. ( be contd.)

Thursday, January 6, 2011


In this fast paced life, there are times when I feel sluggish and worn out...and I slow down. No sooner it happens, I seem to be getting slower still. In everything I do or say or think. I become inert absolutely. Though such a stage comes about less frequently but it does come. Though I know being inert is as good as being dead....but I somehow appreciate it sometimes. It absorbs me in it's clutches and I....let all that happen. Tara, I actually allow myself to be passive, can you believe it!
I must confess that inert times are not so good times but I love them equally. Perhaps they allow me to sip my tea leisurely or read my newspaper in the comforts of my home or make me puase and stand a while quietly to watch over that tiny leaf unfurl before my eyes or this or that. Tell me Tara, is this not a life worth living! To me, these moments are precious and real and priceless. I'll always want to return to them. They help me to become better and more capable human being.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Today here I am again !

5th Jan 2011
Hi Tara!
Oh it's a beautiful winter morning! The chill in the air is quite penetrating. The wind chimes through the branches and makes the sun rays wink through the sky. See! It's a lovely day altogether. Amidst all this I sit before you. alone...quiet and sombre. I know it hurts you Tara, to see me like this! I know you'll again remind me of my capabilities and capacities! Exactly that being the reason, I always exert to keep my spirits high. Come what may I'll never despair! I'll keep moving forward on and on. That's whyI created this blog space, for you and talk to feel your impulse...just to be with you.
I intend to get busier still, then what will you do without me! Don't worry, I'll still find my time to converse with this blog

Come Visit Me Sometime

Hi Tara!
It's me Nayan!
It's a new day and a new way to talk to you. What? You didn't get it? Oh silly me! How will you! I know you are as obsolete as I am....but there's a catch.....I just learnt to be techno friendly. I mean I just started a blog called VIGNETTE. Visit it when you can with love and warmth. Will drop in as and when I get some moments ...just to be with you.
LOTS OF LOVE for today.
4th Jan 2011,