There are times when it is not cowardly, but natural and necessary to
want to swing high and away on birch branches, and.................
get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over.

Wanderig Self

Go and look at the consequences as your fellow ladies are shouting for you from the hill and your hope and aspirations is eagerly waiting to be let out of the pens made of hurdles. You should not let them shout for you anymore and strain their throats and make no further delay in allowing the hope to graze before any shoots of grass come out. when it is dark and the hope is again shut in pens and everything resting, then you come again and join me in the search. at that time of night all is calm and only stray is seen wandering where moon is shinning.

Flow with the tide for a while and i will wait here for you to return to resume the search. Meanwhile i will stay at this particular corner of a shaded field. From this spot i will enjoy the sound of the bleating goat and also hear the voices of the reapers working in remote upland fields. lying here i would watch with interest the colourful scene all around me. I will see the red poppy flowers which grow naturally in the corn fields, the green roots and the ripening stalks around which creepers of pale and blue colours entwine themselves and grow slowly. I will lay on soft grass which would be pressed down under me and above me there would be lime tree which would embower and protect me from the rays of the sun. The flowers of the lime trees borne by breezes makes the whole place fragrant, will fall upon me making a soft rustling sound.

I will watch the sorrounding scene and also read my personal diary though i had read it a number of times. The young girl there possesed a sharp intellect and a fertile mind. But failed to get the"real herself" after repeated attempts. Her intention was to rise like a phoenix each time with renewed vigour. So one day she left her fellows to led a nomadic life like the gypsies.

I saw her wandering in a thoughtful mood and silent now and then. With a hope of finding her again i tried to trace her with the help of hopes, bliss and aspirations. I often enquires my fellow mates, if they saw her passing the way.
I have seen her sitting in the ferry, trailing her hand in water, leaning back and looking at the sunlight river while returning hostel after visiting Umananda Temple. Sometimes i find her sitting in a easy posture, lost in thought and having flowers gathered in her lap, while her eyes rested on water. When the riders land on the other side of the river, she getting down suddenly disappeared. Though the glimpses of her caught by me at times, but i never ever heard her speak a single word. She maintains her silent behaviour and is always thoughtful, preffering loneliness to company.

When it is day time in the country and my mom sits before her open door knitting, she has been seen. Sometimes, when children somersaults in the river she has been seen watching the pastures just throwing up shoots of grass or cows grazing in the fields. And in the evening when the stars appeared in the sky i saw her slowly moving away through the long dew covered grass. All the time she waits for heaven-sent moment of inspiration when the inner peace would be imparted to her. She has one aim in life to learn the inner peace lore and its secret. She was not distracted by multiplicity of ever changing aims in life. Age cannot exhaust her energies. She wanders, it is not because she is driven by despair. She left the world, and yet her aim in life remain fixed and she's happy in its unwearing pursuit.

In the course of her wanderings, let her appear on some pasture land, gently sloping from the hill side and then recline comfortably on some fence. Let her freshen the flowers in her lap with fresh dew and lose herself in the enjoyment of the Nightingale's song coming from a deep shaded valley. Otherwise, she would become victim to doubts and mental struggles and lose her singleness of purpose and clearness of vision. Contact with material world would bring about a very unhappy state of things. She would lose her cheerfulness and hope.

midst of nincompoops

It was the chilly winter morning,when my eyes fell on a tiny winy,cute little kitten trying to climb the rotten cabbage stinking dust bin in the street outside,she was drenched in pulse,more than enough colour of turmeric powder.i coudn't identified whether the kitty was a male or female,but feels like SHE is appropriate.i wrapped her in hanky,made her bath with shampoo and conditioner.

I didn't realised my roomies uncomfortableness arousing inside for keeping an animal in the room and sharing the same blanket..when she woke up,she jumped out of my bed and did pee in one of my roomies corner,as if she wanted to take revenge on being so rude to her.served them well!!!
i overheard once my roomy telling her boyfriend,that she love puppies and kittens..very much like him...!!!lier bitch....!!!she was trying to grab his attention through lies..huh!how on earth is her b.f going to know that his so loving and caring girlfriend has built a wall of suitcase around her bed for an infant.

SAALA...they are no less than a bitch of the fairytales..i found them giggling in the next room many times...but coudn't say anything..when they asked me to mop th floor with surf and dettol my anger knew no bounds..later i did and didn't even let them unhear my words too.
"kutta kamina hai tum log,aisa act mat karo jesa ki tum log bhi susu nahi karta hai..kudh tho kala kauwa(crow)jesa hoke".
pakter came running,i narrated the incidence in my language(she is galo too),abused them,cursed them....PAKTER:but anyi who cares..even i didn't get it clear what you said@$$%*^#.

NB;thanks to goto,who's gonna adopt my kitty for few days..after that she's gonna be home:)

EXCLUSIVE TEXT

GOGE: today is the'single word expression 'day.Reply and express me in a single word that
describes me starting with the first Alphabet of your name(Dojum).

OJUM: ummm DARING!and how will you describe me?

GOGE:'GAUCHO'
'GAMINE'
'GARRULOUS'....bahot hai,others may be a reason for fight hahaha
phir bhi lo'GADHI'...how am i DARING to you?????

OJUM:am disgruntled....you'DAMSON',DALMATION','DEAD DUCK','DEBAUCHED GUY' and
what not!you are DARING because you have the guts to take the risk of flirting around.

GOGE: u see?who's talking now?

OJUM: who sowed the seed first???

GOGE:do i need to tell the good stuffs too?

OJUM:yeah,thats what i was expecting from you hihihi

GOGE:'GORGEOUS'kafi hai?or should i add the adjective to something more defining?
'GORGEOUS GADHI'..hahha well you are 'GAY'!

OJUM:nincompoop.....guys who bath with LUX is a gay..now tell me isn't your statement were
foxhole?

GOGE:i dnt use lux and certainly who do are metrosexual.GAY ka meaning'colourful,full of fun'
bhi hai sayad!!!

OJUM:thanks atleast you poured an idea for a blog"war of words"thank you my DOUGHNUT
ummmm ummmuahh!!

GOGE:u see?food for thought...lets wrap it up..watch out for my next massage..pay back time.

OJUM:i may be down at heel.Christmass peepin around and i haven't put a clothe yet.

GOGE:what does that mean?are you....you know?????????

OJUM:you are no less than an undoyen,if not in study atleast extend your idea on philosophy..

GOGE:any suggestions?????

OJUM: moron,extend your noddle by jumping,calmly close your eyes,take a long breadth and let
pals kick hard on your.......................anyways have a sound sleep...

Girls are like that

Sensitive,egoistic and copy cat...well am in no purpose to extract out the nature of a girl in particular or in general,these notes is according to my own concept on girls around me ok..though am not a keen observer and i dnt have any rights to criticize on their life styles right?
Girls hmmmmmmmmmph!!are really special,if you praise her she thinks you are telling lies and if you dnt you are good for nothing,if she talks she wants you to listen and if you listen she wants you to talk,if you touch her you are not a gentlemen and if you dnt you are not a man.if you agree to all her likes you are a wimp and if you dnt you are not understanding.
When it comes to trends dnt ask me guys!!they are so much conscious about it...(well same thing with me hehehe),before the party night they ll try out as many times as clothes in their wardrobe with macthing earrings,bracelets and make ups.....the purpose behind that is to look beautiful and noticeable in the crowd i suppose.
"Where the guys and Bike rides are concerned,he must be handsome and good looking not that ok ok type and must be well dressed,cant stand a guy dressed in an unpleasant manner",thats what my roomie told.
"His wallets must be full of bucks"-kimi
"must be well shaved,musnt stink of mustard oil"-Niharika
"sabkuch chalega agar wo jibom kulo jesa ho(her crush from orkut)"-name withheld
"must be huge and manly so that i can feel protective when am in his arm"-Prima
"must not wear undies from the footpath"-Isha
"Guys are street dogs"-Depe
"he should not be tall like electric post,though must have the electric power
with high voltage"-Suchitra
"socchna chor diya"-ojum


to be continue...............................................

Fancy and Imagination

the critic said,the term 'fancy'and 'imagination'were often used in a vaguely synonymous way during the 17 th century english literature and it referred to the realm of fairy tale and make believe.but occasionally fancy was meant to carry a lighter cannotation and a less responsible kind of imagination.
imagination came to be associated with a certain softness,warmth and depth of good feeling...where as,a sense of coldness and a suggestion of unreliable frolic grew around the term fancy....
well fancy........................................imagination.................
imagination.....................................fancy................
hey Raaaaaam!!!!both seems similar to me.the only thing i know is i am thinking where i come to visualise something or the other which seems real to me....
last night i told one of my roommate that am gonna have 12 kid:)to make a football team and all of them bald..they shall make line with their plates each time i serve food.my husband shall take care of the subjects of Science and me Arts..even the name shall be based on subject...like six of them shall be named Einstein 1,Einstein 2.............and the rest Shakespeare,milton,coleridge,keats,wordsworth and marlowe...if we are out for shopping my husband ll lead and the rest ll follow him serially........
well talking of these stuffs made me remembered once peyom asking"oye ojum why you always dream of making kids??"kya karu peyom bhai...future ko socchta hoon tho baccha hi baccha nazar aata hai!!! :))

Hallucination

Eyes says a lot.she speaks,she listens and she views at everything that catches her.when she close her eyes,she starts spining brightly coloured dreams that had in them no touch of reality.she move to an inner world which is more b'ful than this big bad world and when she's awake she starts gossiping with the sorroundings she gossips with the clouds far away which keep on humming songs with the wind,drenched in colors of the sun and the very next moment it disappears into the blue....she gossips with the sky,who in return gave back a naughty glance,,,the trees kept on watching her all through the process as if she were doing secret works................and the most noisy creature'the bird'kept on disturbing her not to have a full concentration..they broke the silence which she adored much......
when the sun went down,she stood unsensitably,pondered that her life,her days and the moments that she have now will loose all its charms in the night.gradually when the sun went down she smiled back at her telling"she ll come again".
How fortunate she is to have a very b'ful sight...............yeah she is fortunate to watch the birds flying back home,,,which has a background painted with red and patches of few clouds,infront there stood a number of banyan trees proudly,soaring their heads higher due to their responsibility to give shelter to countless creatures.
suddenly,she heard someone whispering her name.she turned back.to her utter surprise it was a coconut tree reminding of her presence too...how come she didn't take noctice of her who has given birth to many religion..........Hindu,christian and Muslim so on and on................she was sad and gloomy cos her kids has been corrupted by the followers,though she knows they have endured soft corner deep within in the form of a coconut.she was shocked when from all side she heard everything calling her name...."glance on me too",i am helpless,hopeless,they are deaf to hear our hues and cries,we ll be blessed by your single glance".in such a confuse state three Anttena standing on the roof of the two building caught her eyes.one standing alone and looking at the two.in that lonely anttena she saw a picture of herself....and when the wind blew she let the past vanished in the air....:)she move to another caller"The Indian flag"which was striving and accumulating all the efforts to reach the sky.she felt'the flag'so much resembled the hope and expectations of her dear parents from her.their hopes rises each time the wind blows...further she went to thank god for being so kind to her and to create everything that has given her a purpose to live.
when the darkness engulfed the environment she promised the rest to discuss the matter next time.