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Sunday, 16 August 2015

Read me once!



Try to read me once:
Unravel the metaphors
Sprinkled on my face;
The oxymoron I wear
Look for a rhyme in my eyes!

A Tanka is a Japanese poetry form which is commonly written as expressions of gratitude, love or self-expression. There are 5 syllables in the 1st line, 7 in the 2nd, 5 in the third and 7 in lines 4 and 5 (5/7/5/7/7). For detailed information on Tanka, click http://tankajournal.com/what-is-tanka/

Linking this poem to Poetry Pantry #265
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Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Beauty: You and your gifts

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Beauty was a mystifying term
Until you walked into my life;
Amidst the arena of mist and fog
I saw a canopy of ambrosial sunshine.

My soul recognized you
Your soul recognized mine;
Amidst the soft rustle of leaves
The murmuring sigh of moon.

Beauty were the souvenirs
That you wrapped me up with;
In the limited days
When you were by my side.

Friend! Separation won't make me grieve
As long as your gifts are with me;

Delectable memories, occult wisdom
And profound conversations that changed me.

Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Beauty


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Saturday, 8 August 2015

Remembering Tagore on Baishe Shrabon


Today is Baishe Shrabon ( 22 Shravan which is the last month of the rainy season). This day is the death anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore, the poet, playwright, novelist, painter and composer who reshaped Bengali literature and music in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.

“I came to your shore as a stranger.
I lived in your house as a guest.
I leave your door as a friend, my earth.” ~ Stray Birds


Being born in a Bengali family, I was exposed to Tagore’s work right from my childhood. From Rabindrasangeet to his poetries to his novels, Tagore has influenced me in every sphere of life and continues doing so.

His verses redefine love and pain in a thousand myriad hues. When you read Tagore, you feel that separation and love are so intertwined. There is separation in love and there is love in separation.

“Away from the sight of thy face, my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shore less sea of toil.”~Gitanjali

Tagore’s life has been laced with pain throughout. He has seen more deaths and separations in his 80 year long life than anyone hardly have.There is a line in his short story, Postmaster that I read for the first time in class 10. This line brings out the truth of life that he has himself experienced.

“In the wistful heart of the traveler being borne away on the river, there arose this philosophy; there are so many separations in life, so many deaths, what is the point of returning? Who belongs to whom in this world?” ~ Postmaster

The person who had a significant influence on Tagore’s literary pursuit was his sister-in-law, Kadambari Devi. It is believed that she brought out the poet and writer hidden inside Tagore. After his sister-in-law’s sudden suicide, Tagore was shattered by the tragedy and that was when he wrote his most critically acclaimed novella, Nashtanir (Broken Nest).

“Charu wants to ask Amal this question and receive an answer, face to face, but there is an ocean in between….and no way to cross it. Cruel separation, hapless separation, beyond all questions, beyond all redress, separation.” ~Broken Nest


The death of Kadambari Devi was the first tragic encounter of death that Tagore had. Later, he lost his wife, daughter, sons and only grandson to death and disease. He accepted the adversities and storms in his life with grace and continued delivering his literary geniuses year after year.

“The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and unstringing my instrument” ~ Gitanjali

When W. B Yeats read Tagore’s poetry, he said that they have stirred sublime emotions in his blood.  Yeats said this in his introduction in Gitanjali. Tagore’s poetry covered every area of life. Such profound is his poetry that it can move even a stone. Tagore received the Nobel Prize in 1913 for Gitanjali (Song Offerings) which is a collection of his spiritual poems.

“Day by day you are making me worthy of your full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.”~ Gitanjali

Tagore, in his idealism, in his spiritual reality, in his romanticism is near to all human beings even today. His works are timeless, be it his novels or verses. 



Tagore wrote his last novel, Shesher Kavita (The last poem) when he was 62 during his brief sojourn in Bangalore. This novel, which is a beautiful concoction of prose and poem touches the inner chords.

“Grieve not on my account,
Wide is the world with many tasks
My cup is not discarded
Shall fill again---
Let this sustain me forever.
I may yet be blessed
If there be one eager heart
Waiting for my footsteps.
I long to give myself to him
Who can see in the compassion of love
The actual me, a blend of good and ill
Who can light up the dark night
With flowers plucked in moonlight.

What I gave to you is yours
By everlasting right.
What others receive
Are daily driblets of heart
To tender solitude.
O my peerless friend,
What I gave you was your own gift
Fuller acceptance, the deeper my debt.
Farewell, my friend.” ~ The Last Poem

My heartfelt respect to my inspiration, the inspiration of countless people, Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore on this significant day of Baishe Shrabon! 
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Thursday, 6 August 2015

Airtel 4G: The fastest network ever


In this fast paced world, where our lives completely revolve around the internet, be it work or play, the biggest blessing is a super fast network which can help us to browse smoothly. Nothing seems as soothing and comfortable as a fast network. Keeping our fast paced lives in mind, airtel launched 4G nationally today with a television commercial. 
Do have a look at the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpHZ3sXY6B8

airtel 4G is truly the fastest network ever and once you switch on to airtel 4G, you would feel that your life has become easier than before. After watching the TVC, you can surely guess that the speed is awesome and it would be great for personal use.

Why should you choose airtel 4G?

You must opt for airtel 4G because you would get exactly the same data benefits that you get in your 3G pack at the super fast speed of 4G. Yes, this is the best thing about airtel 4G.

It is totally a myth that airtel 4G is expensive and that everyone cannot afford it. The truth is that this amazing and super fast network is available at the same price of 3G. Therefore, you don’t have to think even a bit before switching on to airtel 4G.

What do you need to get airtel 4G?

All you need to experience this fastest network is a 4G ready device, a 4G SIM and a 3G data pack. You can get the SIM delivered to your home, free of charge. You just need to request for the 4G SIM in the brand new website of airtel: www.airtel.in/4G

On this website, you would get all the offerings of the product. There are several plans that you can find on the website. You can choose the one that suits you the best. Once you visit the website, you cannot wait to have your free 4G SIM which will let you use the Internet at an incredible speed.


Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Beautifully Chaotic!

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Beauty, memories, lessons
Languish in the heart;
Some places, like people
Are completely unforgettable
They own a piece of our heart.

The mighty, roaring sea waves
Lashing against the trees
Reminded me of the storms
That hit my life time and again
Patterns wavering, the pain not.

On a second look at the scene
The beauty became vivid to my eyes;
It instantly rang a bell within
Can chaos be beautiful?
Isn't Nature at times, beautifully chaotic?

The waves, the trees, the beach
Unfolded a new vision that day
The Henry Island turned a new page
I learned the universe is full of chaos
And that chaos can be a beauty.

Henry Island is a remote island some 130 kilometers from Kolkata. I visited the place last winter and the place definitely got imprinted in my heart. Sharing some more pictures of the place:

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Monday, 3 August 2015

Mirror Image

(My mirror image/best friend and me on 2nd August, 2015 Friendship Day)

Tears of betrayal
I retreated into shell
You held me gently
Stood patient until I found
A mirror image in you.

A Tanka is a Japanese poetry form which is commonly written as expressions of gratitude, love or self-expression. There are 5 syllables in the 1st line, 7 in the 2nd, 5 in the third and 7 in lines 4 and 5 (5/7/5/7/7). For detailed information on Tanka, click http://tankajournal.com/what-is-tanka/

P.S. There was a time when I was badly betrayed by a very close friend and I lost my trust in friendship. It was my best friend, Priyam who reinstated my faith. And we complete 12 years of friendship with this friendship day. This is my small dedication to her, my mirror image.

Linking this poem to Poetry Pantry #263

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Saturday, 1 August 2015

Celebrating 3 beautiful years of Being an Author


The month of August has always been very special to me. My first book Walking in the streets of love and destiny released in August, 2012 and my second book The Hidden Letters released in August, 2014. 

So, as the August of 2015 arrives, I realize that I am a 3 year old author now. My father pointed it out to me and told me that we must celebrate the August of every year as your author birthday month.

As my father said, I am born twice on this Earth. One on June, 1990 as Purba, the daughter of my parents and another on August, 2012 as Purba, the author. This reminds me of the famous Mark Twain quote about the 2 most important days in your life.



I cannot thank the Universe enough for showing me the purpose of my life. This is the greatest gift that the Divine has given me. Even when I am hardest hit, deceived by a dear person or pain tries to drown me in the ocean of melancholy, my art makes me feel that life is a beautiful gift. I have only this life to live as Purba, the author and so, I want to do it in the best way possible.

Looking back on my journey today, it was a tremendous roller coaster ride where there were thorns and pebbles at every turn of the road. After the turn, there were again flowers and glitters. It feels surreal to look back on my journey and realize how I have grown bit by bit, with every passing day, how the universe kept providing ink to my pen and life inspired me through pain and joy alike.

2 novels, 4 anthologies, 1 almost finished manuscript and 1 work in progress.

So, yes! 3 Beautiful Years of Growth and Learning. I wish to write till my last breath. Writing is a kind of meditation or prayer to me. When I write, I feel that I am with God. 

I wish to share in this post the 3 magical and memorable moments of my life after being an author:

1. I was travelling by bus. A co passenger was standing beside me and kept ogling at me for a long time. I started feeling uneasy, although she was a girl. Suddenly, she told me that my face looks familiar and asked me what I do for a living. I told her I am a trainee and I am also an author. That is when she revealed that she has read my 1st book recently and it's among her favorites. I was surprised to find that this reader of mine identified me through that small author photograph in my book.

2. I was delighted to see my first book in the Kolkata Book Fair, 2013. My friends and I kept posing in front of the shelf where my book was kept. Right then, a girl told me with an irksome look to move from the front and bought my book in front of me. She said to her friend that the blurb looks interesting and she is sure that the novel will be great. The girl had no idea that the author was standing right beside her on whom she was annoyed. I managed to capture the moment when she picked my book.



3. When I narrated the story of "The Hidden Letters" to my Dida (granny), I could see tears in her eyes. This was a truly magical moment for me as she loved Anaya and empathized with her, just by listening to the story. Dida requested me to translate the book in Bengali one day so that she can read it. My Dida cannot read English and I plan to get a good translator for my book soon. 

Today, I want to thank my family, friends, book reviewers, publishers and everyone who has been a part of my journey as an author. But mostly, my readers for all the innumerable mails and messages that they sent to me. They really keep me going! After all, an author doesn't have any identity without the reader.


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Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Story of Acceptance

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One day
I sat by the lake
All with myself
In search of companionship
And for a little introspection.
A kingfisher flew by me
Whispering a little hello
I smiled and then sighed
Feeling how lonely I am.

That day
Something extraordinary happened
I desperately searched for a companion
And became one myself.
Yes! Solitude is lovely
It taught me to befriend myself.
The gates of conversation opened
I talked to me
About success, failure, fears and insecurities.

On that day
I noticed how hard I've been
Insensitive, cruel and uncaring to me
During my failures, downfalls and anxieties.
A drop of tear escaped my eye
No! I won't be harsh anymore
Towards my best friend, ME.
I will embrace her; accept all her flaws
Love is acceptance, after all.



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Sunday, 26 July 2015

Separation!

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Ever gazed at a crimson-orange leaf?
You can find plenty of them in autumn
Beautified by agony
Darkened by pain
The pain of separation
From its treasured home.

Ever watched a rain-washed desert?
You can see the longing in those sand grains
Soothed by rain
Pining for one last caress
The fear of separation
From its unpredictable healer.

Ever stared at the eyes of a bereft lover?
You can see a thousand emotions somersaulting
Whispering every unsaid word
Reciting the chapters of an incomplete story
The scars of separation
From its beloved counterpart.

Linking this poem to Poetry Pantry

P.S. I am also including the cover of a Hindi song that I made recently with this poem as I feel that the beauty and pain of love and separation can be found in the song. 


Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Symphony of Unity

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The palpable, mellifluous harmony
Spread all over the Nature
Is the symphony produced by unity;
A melody like mother's lullaby
Mother Nature smiles.

The calm sky, the beautiful breeze
The flowers, birds and butterflies
Never cross each other;
Look how pretty is their harmonious coexistence!
Mother Nature beams.

Between those civilized humans
Can you get the stench of disharmony?
Neither they are in sync with each other
Nor they are in sync with Nature
Mother Nature turns her face away.

Tears of grief, anger and despair exist
The smile of harmony is nowhere;
Disunity and discord mute off symphony
Making room for conflicts
Mother Nature weeps.

Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Unity
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