The Kiss

It's a kiss ―

         when I feel touched.

My body shivers...

The world becomes a whirlpool!!!

And I can just see you.

Yes, it's a kiss!

I know, you kissed me.

It's a kiss ―

         when I feel loved.

My lips tremble...

A tempest blows the sky apart!!!!

And I can just hold you.

Yes, it's a kiss!

I know, I kissed you.

It's a kiss ―

         when I feel missed.

My heart cries...

Everything seems vanquished!!!

And I just know you.

Yes, it's a kiss!

I know, I kissed hope.

It's a kiss ―

         when I feel lost.

My eyes blink...

Every road leads to maze!!!

And you take me.

Yes, it's a kiss!

I know, I kissed life.

An Empowered Woman : A Personality Profile

Being a woman in a patriarchal society has its own disadvantage but being a widowed woman just after four years of marriage, that’s too with a girl child may seem to be a curse sometimes.


But the society cannot stop a woman like Mina Mukherjee who knows no compromise and fights against all odds of the society. Although an unfamiliar name, her revolutionary traits make her an epitome of empowerment. She looks older than her age as her forehead bears the signs of her struggle.


An Income Tax Officer, Mrs. Mukherjee lost her dream of becoming a doctor in spite of topping the Medical Entrance exam because of her gender in a male-dominated family. Her struggle began since then.





After graduating in Chemistry, she experimented with diverse fields as she pursued a degree in English followed by Law. Her versatility also led her to different careers from a teacher to an auditor to a Sales Tax inspector to an Income Tax Officer.



She lost her husband just after four years of her marriage when her lonely voyage of life began. She greets everyone with a serene smile on her face though she knows many of them will not show up again after their work is done.



Her eyes glitter in enthusiasm as she talks about her dream to establish a charitable hospital. "I wish I can do something for the society so that people don’t die without treatment just because they don’t have money,” she quips.




A few drops of tears come up and she says, “ My husband wanted to change the society but time didn’t give chance to him. I don’t know how much time I have but I have to move on.”



Mrs. Mukherjee works five days a week which starts at 10 in the morning and she returns home at 8 pm. No family welcomes her. She misses her best friend that’s her daughter who has to stay away from her because of her work.


Mina brought her up alone and never allowed any obstacle to come in her daughter’s way. Since the age, when others celebrate their prime, she struggled through the evil gazes avoiding so-called sympathies, she managed to walk through the coarse road of life alone.


She faced oppositions in all spheres, her own brothers became hostile but her determination remained unshaken. She did break down sometimes but her indomitable spirit gave the courage to stand back.


“Strength lies within” ─ she believes, “you may get hurt, you may fall down but if you have will, you will go on”. Gardening takes most of her time on the weekends and the rest of the time she spends with her pets and newspapers and also doing other household works. After 21 years of struggle, she wants to retire.


Her loneliness sometimes becomes depression but everyone surrounding her gets a warm smile from her and many others get inspired.

The Nonsense of the Self

It's been long that I have updated my blog, so I decide to update it today. But what should I write? Something interesting!!! Oh no!! It is a loaded term...how do I define what 'interesting' is? What interests me might not interest you and what interests you might not interest me and this phenomenon can be applied to anyone and everyone and then nothing might not be interesting for anyone or the vice versa.

I give up!

I cannot write anything interesting. I am better with nonsensical things so I will dwell in that domain only. I will write nonsense.

When I read above, I realize, I am actually doing that. Nothing I have written so far make any sense; that indicates, I have acquired the skill of being nonsense even in my senses. My subconscious and the conscious minds must be acting in full coordination. Even I am unaware of the knowledge I have about myself, rather I have no idea about how much I know myself!!! But, who cares...the self will keep changing and so the limit of my knowledge will be extending...studying the self is such an eternal process. It's a laborious process too...it would need me to leave everything else and just be engaged with the self, with an urge to discover endlessly and head towards an ambiguous destination. But, this would become too selfish for the world I live in, as self is something that occupies the least important space in it. There are pecuniary matters and the materials manufactured by the selves, which become more important to ponder upon. Thus, one has to be selfless yet adept in materials to be good and suitable to live a prosperous life.

I wonder, what selflessness is! If there is no self, how does one exist? And when we are born we bear ourselves, that suggests we are born to be selfish!!!

Uff!! My nonsense is going on and it can go on endlessly...let me think of some sense now, if I can actually!

Mainstreaming the Alternative

The whole process of mainstreaming the alternative has a political as well as economic current running underneath it, but I wonder about the aura that the alternatives lose when they become the mainstream.

In my university there are many alternative paths through the bushes that cut the ways towards various places shorter. There used to be many more a couple of years ago. Yesterday, while taking a walk through a road, which used to be an alternative once and has now been concreted to provide "better" convenience, I realized that it does not retain its romantic yet scary essence anymore. I started lingering upon the thought that how the alternative loses its purpose when it is mainstreamed. It begins as a revolution to destabilize the establishment or just as an option to diversify the usual and then it gets stabilized itself, it becomes the usual, the establishment.

Matrimony and the Virtue of Ignorance

Life is a wonderful happening but it seems, it is little difficult to walk alone through this journey. Although I have not realized it yet but so does the preachings of the great familial visionaries say. 

While digging into these great vision I too got to see some images in front of my eyes, perhaps that is what one call vision. These visions hit me during my walks in the breezy evenings. The trees bow to respect the sanctity of the thoughts and the falling leaves give them a leap.

I realize, having someone to hold my hands or to peck me when the dusky light kisses my face seems great but imaginary of those moments seems more beautiful. But elders in our society love to make our dreams come true; according to them, the concept of imaginary seems to generate an unfulfilled, deserted life.

So, my family's quest to find an ideal groom to make me happy landed me on a matrimonial website. I discovered a new form of entertainment. People express interests, some woo through all means to get a nod and some cares a lot...this makes me feel like a queen; suddenly I grabbed so much attention which seems like a struggling actor getting too many Filmfare Awards in a single ceremony.

Thanks to my relatives whose continuous advice about a nuptial alliance got this toy into my hands. The most loveable thing about it is that everything here is virtual, though some of it do peep into the real.

My play with this fantastic toy gifted me a great virtue, i.e. ignorance. I never knew that life can be so blissful when we practice ignorance, I mean when we learn to ignore. Ignoring seemed to have been so difficult in the beginning but once you acquire the trait, it gives wings and it also becomes an addiction.

Thus, it was not easy for me to decline any of the requests but I realized that I cannot live with too many men, though I would love to, but it can get complicated. Now, when I have got hold of this virtue, I tend to ignore everything, whether real or virtual, that mismatches my perceptions. Thus, the world seems to be all mine in my own way.

The matrimonial quest also brought me across a fantastic family which peeped into the real from this virtual window. It was an encounter that I will cherish forever, which also provoked my creative fangs to extend and extract a plot for a script out of it.

However, marriage is an institution and I believe in the virtue of ignorance!

I Find My Escape Where Life Is

Life brings the world;

    I see, I perceive.
I crawl, I walk, I learn and unlearn,
Magic unfolds the mirth - 
And I realize what life is.


Life gives me voice, I speak.
   I stammer, I murmur - 
Life kisses me, I win.
Pace pulls my arm, I run.
I strive, I bleed, I search for escape;
Life offers its lap - 
And I rest in peace.


Life hurts hard, I stoop, I fall.
    Life holds my hand, I stand;
I hug it tight, I smile.
Life slaps me again, I shatter - 
Death comes for rescue and I utter : 
"You are not my escape but life is"

An Afternoon

It was a dry afternoon...there was no electricity. I was lying down on the bed with an intention to read the book I was holding, but my eyes resisted and I looked towards the window. The spotless, blue sky returned my gaze by its peeps through the canopies of branches that the trees have formed in front of the window. I could not ignore the intense gaze of the blue and got lost into it. I went on a voyage in the ether, not through the clouds as the sky was clear, but in the direction of the wind; sometimes anchoring onto the tamarind branches whose dry seeds have turned red now.

I know I am dreamy; but doesn’t the sky carry seeds of dreams that are borne by the air to be sown in the eyes of every being? My dreams lead to an escape to a place where every problem seems trivial.

My float was unending, as it only intended to stop if the earth agreed to stop rotating. But I had to halt in between, because electricity had made its appearance, and anchored on a branch of tree. I jumped through my window pane and entered my room. I looked back...the moving wind said good bye with the trees nodding to acknowledge my escape