And The Year Flies By

Every passing year is biographical motion picture on rewind, a collection of all the failures we have endured, a conglomeration of myriad successes we deserved. Be proud that you have struggled and won this year.

The next year will pose more challenges, new difficulties, and thus the opportunities to excel again. But before all that, rejoice these last few moments of 2019.

You have lived this year in your best possible manner. Cheers to you, and all your efforts. Wishing You All A Happy New Year 2020.


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Tuesday

There will be a name that you would fall in love with. It could be anyone. Or it might even be no one.

However, on a busy Tuesday, that name would reappear in your mind, and how hard you might try, you can never stop yourself feeling vulnerable to it.

Monday

You could have chosen any other day, but why, oh why, a Monday? You had a whole week to look forward to, and so did I, imagining us trudging along the remaining 6 days.

Damn! It should never have been a Monday.

Wishlist

Do you navigate through your wish list often, or does it lie there abandoned, in the shadow of the shopping cart that you chase? Do you ponder over the items that you once admired, but have now ceased to exist in this new world that you have created around you?

Do you?

A Flutter In The Colony - Review

In 1956, the Senguptas travel from Calcutta to rural Malaya to start afresh. In their new hamlet of anonymity, the couple gradually forget past troubles and form new ties. But this second home is not entirely free and gentle. A complex, racially charged society, it is on the brink of independence even as communist insurgents hover on the periphery. How much should a newcomer meddle before it starts to destroy him? Shuttling in time and temper between the rubber plantations of Malaya and the anguish-filled years of pre-Partition Bengal, between the Malayan Emergency and Direct Action Day, between indifference and lust, A Flutter in the Colony is a tender, resonant chronicle of a family struggling to remain together in the twilight of Empire in Asia.

About the Author

Sandeep Ray was born off the Straits of Malacca, on the edge of a rubber plantation. Educated in India and in the United States, he began his career as a film-maker, travelling widely and producing award-winning documentaries. A historian now, he explores woven pasts in A Flutter in the Colony, his first novel.

‘A Flutter In The Colony’ is a work of fiction based across significant historical events in time. The story starts in 1956 in Malaya, which is at a doldrums owing to the Malayan Emergency and the struggle of the natives, and often jumps back to the 1940s in the era of Pre-Partitioned Bengal, the Indian Independence struggle, and the political uprisings in the state. Sandeep Ray, being a noted historian, uses his vast array of knowledge to bring out the pictures clear in the mind of the readers.

The male protagonist of the story has not been named in the book. Rather, he has been referred to as ‘Young Man’ throughout. This felt odd to me. Perhaps, the author had planned to keep his protagonist unnamed, so that the readers could own the character and give him an identity as they wished; or maybe the author wanted to refer to a larger community who had faced the hardships of those struggling time, and didn’t want to confine the story to that of a single person.

The character of Maloti, the protagonist’s wife, has been sketched in a manner that it would evoke a feeling of serenity and love among the readers. Maloti is caring and binds the household. Even before her marriage, she had become a prime figure in the Sengupta family, her importance reverberating throughout the pages, making her presence essential in the life of the Young Man, as well as in the story.

Other characters too make their presence felt in Calcutta and Malaya. The writer makes an honest attempt to bind the two different time zones, and bring out the pathos of the commoners. Some of the chapters are well written. However, there are some dialogues in local dialect which I found hard to comprehend. Though it provided a sense of authenticity, I personally didn’t like it. Also, the characterization of the Young Man could have been more powerful. I did not find any quote or dialogue from the book worth noting down, which again was a sort of disappointment to me.

I, however, recommend this book to all lovers of history. The details of places are descriptive and picturesque, and the readers wouldn’t feel left out in an unknown land.

Title: A Flutter In The Colony

Authors: Sandeep Ray

Publisher: HarperCollins India

Publication Year: 2019

Language: English

Binding: Paperback

Genre: Fiction, Contemporary, Action & Adventure

No. of Pages: 344

Price: Rs 499

My Rating: 3/5

Happy Diwali

Columbine

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I walk through summer

and am greeted in colors

it's here that they bloom

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my heart fills with glee

sun shining in my garden

tuning with the bees

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Vacation

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bring your cups and pots

we shall have our vacation

amidst fragrant flowers

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Confined In A Glass Jar

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how does it feel to be trapped

confined in a glass jar

hearing your own echoes

long after the voice is gone

blessed are you to be free

to not know the touch of shackles

that bleeding of the soul

the dying wails of prison

but what if, the lid was tight

the sunlight, a mere mockery

your breath, stale, reused

imagine yourself chained, and abused

there lies a world of nightmares

one that you read about in books

alas, the fiction is naked real

where flying high is still untrue

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I could hear the waves

serenading the beaches

the cool breeze whistles

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How Online Dating Can Lead to Marriage Satisfaction

It is a no-brainer that online dating takes a lead these days among the many dating options that are available. Both millennials and the seniors have flooded the web to look for love. This has forced social researchers to get curious about the primary reasons leading to this. They also want to know whether online dating leads to marriage satisfaction now that many people are finding their partners here.

Without wasting much time, let us dive into these insights because they will surprise you.

What the Data Says

According to research, one out of three couples in developed countries have met online. This data is expected to change drastically in the future years with such couples becoming more common. But the interesting part is that spouses who met online are more satisfied than their counterparts who met online and even dated for a while.

Although it is too early to conclude, experts have said that marriages that resulted from online dating are less likely to seek divorce, which has been a big threat to young marriages these days. This means that online dating leads to marriages that are more satisfying. The numbers are already saying it all. Only 6 percent of people who meet online end up breaking up their marriages while the traditional avenues have a higher figure at 8 percent.

Why Marriages From Online Dating Are Better

Before someone goes online to look for a spouse, they must have thought about this issue. One of the popular dating sites that promotes both serious and сasual dating for everyone claims that most of their users are serious people who are looking for spouses. Making such a serious decision will force you to look for someone who is equally dedicated so that both of you will have the same goal of settling down. Look at these other reasons that make marriages from this platform more satisfying:

• You get to see each other's profiles - Before people can start scrolling down the list of potential spouses, they are prompted to create a profile and indicate all of the qualities that they portray and even mention the type of person they want. When all other members have done this, it is easy to filter down to a partner with qualities that you desire.
• You can compare - Online dating is very straightforward. It allows people to interact and get to know each other before they commit to anything. Thus, you can test the waters with a few potential candidates of your choice. So, you can either chat with them through the provided platforms or decide to go for a date and get to know each other more.
• You can easily go back - If things do not work out well when you start dating, you can always go back to the drawing board and quickly start all over again. Since people know this, they rarely compromise their standards to accommodate people that do not meet their requirements.

Conclusion

Online dating has increased satisfaction in dating, and this is a great thing for couples. It is an easy avenue and you should try it if you have not been lucky enough to meet a serious partner by now.

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dust by my window

waltzing in a random gait

through the sunlit pane

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deep blue and purple

a slice of lemon on top

two glasses, and us

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The Lowland - Review

Born just fifteen months apart, Subhash and Udayan are inseparable brothers, one often mistaken for the other in the Calcutta neighborhood where they grow up. But they are also opposites, with gravely different futures ahead.

It is the 1960s and Udayan - charismatic and impulsive - finds himself drawn to the Naxalite movement: he will risk all for what he believes. Subhash, the dutiful son, does not share his brother's political passion; he leaves home to pursue a life of scientific research in a quiet, coastal corner of America.

But when Subhash learns what happened to his brother in the lowland outside their family's home, he comes back to India, hoping to pick up the pieces of a shattered family and to heal the wounds Udayan left behind - including those seared in the heart of his brother's wife. Suspenseful and piercingly intimate, The Lowland is a masterly novel of fate and will, exile and return. This is Jhumpa Lahiri at the height of her considerable powers.

About The Author

Jhumpa Lahiri is the author of three previous works of fiction: Interpreter of Maladies, The Namesake and most recently, Unaccustomed Earth. A recipient of the Pulitzer Prize, a PEN/Hemingway Award, the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award and a Guggenheim Fellowship, she was inducted into the American Academy of Arts and Letters in 2012.

This June, while I was done reading most of my unread piles, I decided to give ‘The Lowland’ (which has been lying unopened for so many years in my book shelf), its share of attention, and whoa, what a revelation it has been. I was instantly struck with regret – why didn’t I read this before? But then, as they say, there is always a perfect time for everything. Probably, my tryst with this masterpiece was slated for this summer.

‘The Lowland’ characterizes time, spanning decades, going back and forth with whatever each moment has to offer. Subhash and Udayan are the two protagonists, siblings, who move onto different paths, their choices conflicting, yet their bond endearing. They are conjoined by an inexplicable camaraderie of brotherhood, so much that their stories remain entwined till the end.

There is Gauri, fiery, with a mind of her own, but trapped in fate’s ordeals. Though strong in outlook, her vulnerability is essayed in many decisions that she takes throughout the course of her journey. There are times when she is wrong, and moments when she has been wronged, her path criss-crossing with the two brothers, jittery, unsteady, but always in focus.

And then there is Calcutta, gradually progressing to Kolkata. The markets, the people, and the rickshaw – pullers, the politics all around, the unrest, and then finally the change that years of instability bring, form the core of this novel.

‘The Lowland’ is an experience, an emotional one, a struggle between guilt and determination, failure and the ongoing expectation, a hope, a dream. It’s real, caressing the boundaries of human aspirations. ‘The Lowland’ is a remarkable voyage, where one could be lost, hoping to be found, again.

Title: The Lowland
Authors: Jhumpa Lahiri
Publisher: Random House India
Publication Year: 2013
Language: English
Binding: Hardcover
Genre: Fiction, Contemporary
No. of Pages: 344
Price: Rs 499
My Rating: 5/5

Bookmarks

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 12 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?

Often, what might seem dull to you may not be so in eyes of others. and vice versa. In that context, I divide the world into two - between readers and non-readers. While the readers value the bookmarks, the other group will find it boring and insignificant.

Haven't we all faced this before?

I will offer you a cake

and some cookies too really fast

but don't chew the bookmarks

if you're hungry, just ask

you care not for their existence

but they do matter to me

I might have collected a dozen

with one inside each book I read

you think they are dull

sombre pieces of cut paper

you blabber about their futility

testing patience of fellow readers

but how would you know

the magic that they possess

books were never your companion

their power you can not guess

thus, don't spoil the bookmarks

else stories might no longer flow

you would be lost tracking the pages

the reading, thus, tiresome, slow

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Origin

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 11 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to write a poem of origin. I pondered over the idea for a while. Our origin is our identity. It defines who we are and how we are. But isn't this definition changing with time? We grow and adapt ourselves to various situations, walking on various paths. Origin, I feel, is evolution, as in we are creating ourselves every single day.

down the laid back streets

sprinkled in dusts that shine

trying to figure out the traces

I take one step at a time

these roads have been walked before

there are footprints all around

some big, few small, rest all vague

my path urges me to a distant mound

there're perhaps a thousand leaves

bunched together as a brownish lot

rummaging through the pile, I discover

the mound is not what I had thought

the leaves are but a diary

they are the pages from my past

listed are my ups and downs

how I tripped, and yet I did last

there are leaves that drip with tears

oh, how those days now appear so near

some in the pile highlight my mistakes

and how I crossed my share of fears

in a corner I see a greener bunch

the leaves looking fresh and bare

no, they hold no marks, nor any stories

it is upon me to fill those layers

where would I go, what is my 'next'

I have been evolving every since

we are born not just once

each passing day is our new origin

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Cats And Dogs

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 10 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to write a poem that starts from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather phenomenon. I picked up an interesting phrase related to rainfall, and gave it an interesting twist.

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'twas raining cats and dogs

a few of them falling on my porch

as I bent and picked up a kitten

a puppy got jealous, and I was smitten

I was stuck in a weird dilemma

"Can I keep them both, please Mama"

she nodded, refused, standing firm

"Sorry son, you can just keep one"

the puppy looked with pitied eyes

kitten mewed and stared at the skies

I didn't know what to choose

both of them were too damn cute

"Fine Mom, I keep the kitten

but tomorrow's your birthday, a gift's to be given

this puppy for you, a present from my side

look how pretty it is, black freckles on white"

she didn't refuse, and I was relieved

they were now mine, can you believe

the kitten was furry, licking my toes

I lifted the puppy and it kissed my nose

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Things That I'm Drawn To (Even Though I Try Not To)

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 9 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to engage in another kind of cross-cultural exercise, as it is inspired by the work of Sei Shonagon, a Japanese writer who lived more than 1000 years ago. She wrote a journal that came to be known as The Pillow Book. In it she recorded daily observations, court gossip, poems, aphorisms, and musings, including lists with titles like “Things That Have Lost Their Power,” “Adorable Things,” and “Things That Make Your Heart Beat Faster.” Today, the challenge is to write own Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.”

I decided to have some fun with the prompt, writing of things that one might be drawn too, unwillingly. We are all confused souls. However hard we may try not to chase something, the quicker it comes to us.

Sigh!

there are things that I am drawn to

even though I try, not to - 

like the fall of a cliff

and the echoing voices

darkness around the lamp

and solitude around noises

laughing at my fall

and all my passionate vices

still stuck in a loop

I'm a failure among choices

why am I still drawn to

those now defunct wishes

am I too weak to move on

sigh! her long dark lashes

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Traffic

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 8 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem. 

I decided to go with the frequently used jargon in corporate sector - Traffic, and brush it with a touch of romanticism.

let us be stuck in traffic

and the hours just speed by

may all routes be shut down

we're in no hurry to fly

amidst all the disturbances

our eyes would never lie

the world might come to a standstill

but, we're in no hurry to fly

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Celebration

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 7 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?

There is an obvious answer to this question, which I feel is common to all. We live in a stressed environment, burdened by our demands and expectations. Where is the time to live our life, the way it should be lead? The best gift is not money, or fame, but living our life the way it's always meant to be lived - happily, relishing the gifts that it has to offer.

how many times do I complement

myself, pleased over my actions

not complaining, even once!

alas, I'm being too harsh

worrying about triviality

when indeed, life is a blessing

shouldn't I then celebrate

each day, month and year

granting myself all happiness

I do deserve a 'today'

lived on my own terms

with peace and health

and a prayer to drive away

all the anxieties that I'd

so long embraced

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Fear

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 6 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to write a poem of the possible,that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.

Many a time we stop someone from doing something because of our concerns. That someone could be our family, or friend. It's good when we care for others, but if we are not alert, that care might cage them into a phobia. We should be more cooperative in such situations. Stopping our dear ones from pursuing their passion might have an adverse effect in all our lives.

you were miserably afraid

of the waves kissing your feet

panicking at every moment

when the water started to recede

urging me not to take you

near the tides churning the sea

you pleaded to be indoors

your voice, frighteningly dizzy

could it be 'cause of my warning

when as a child you jumped in the pool

I was scared you would be hurt

"No swimming unless 13"- I made the rule

I drove away your passion

unknowingly, replacing it with fear

only if I hadn't stopped you

can I ever forgive myself, dear

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Speed

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 5 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following: (1) the villanelle form, (2) lines taken from an outside text, and/or (3) phrases that oppose each other in some way. I chose the first. The classic villanelle has five three-line stanzas followed by a final, four-line stanza. The first and third lines of the first stanza alternately repeat as the last lines of the following three-line stanzas, before being used as the last two lines of the final quatrain.

I have written poetry on social issues many a times. Today again, I have highlighted the need to channel one's enery and zeal while driving. I have seen many, specially the youngsters, trying to gain unnecessary accelaration and speed while riding motorbikes or driving cars. This can be very dangerous for themselves, as well as for the pedestrians. Speed should never be of utmost importance. It's the balance that one should focus upon. Don't risk your lives chasing few minutes of fake thrill. Life is too precious to be wasted in this fashion.

there was never ever a need

to be armed in fake pride

wish you'd checked your speed

you aimed to take the lead

be miles ahead of others, but

there was never ever a need

that day you're high indeed

no wonder, your sunken eyes

wish you'd checked your speed

a hundred times I did plead

"pull back, why this hurry"

there was never ever a need

they said, you didn't bleed

yet, the damage was within

wish you'd checked your speed

only if you had paid some heed

life's not to be wasted in misdeeds

there was never ever a need

wish you'd checked your speed

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Pride

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 4 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to write a sad poem, but one that achieves sadness through simplicity. I have narrated a simple story which conjoins a mix of emotions - pride, joy and sadness. 

I watch you grow

my heart swells with pride

no longer faltering

you walk in steady strides

you learn new words

often leaving me surprised

you talk of dreams

and ambition side by side

someday, my son,

you would shine bright

I know 'cause you're smart

you'll do everything right

but am I wrong to admit

of being a little scared

you will build a world of own

will I find a place there

we will be in touch

our daily round of calls

but will I get to see

the bruises in your arms

or can I caress your hair

when you are down and low

you will no longer depend on me

your struggles, I wouldn't know

but to my friends I shall boast

stories of your success

hiding my share of sadness

seeing my bird leaving its nest

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Green

riding in comfort

the seat-belt tucked in

waiting for the lights

to finally turn green

the car behind honks

meaningless, as in

the traffic wouldn't budge

until the lights turn green

you notice the counter

the seconds diminishing

a child walks up to you

before the lights turn green

he knocks at the window

selling pens, too keen

you turn your gaze away

when will the lights turn green

he pleads on and on

hoping to be seen

but poverty is invisible

neither red, nor green

frustrated by his nagging

you finally give in

you pull out your wallet

and the lights turn green

your dilemma is over

no, that boy had never been

you press down the accelerator

pleased, the lights are now green

the boy walks back to pavement

in hunger, thin and lean

the traffic lights too disobey

for him, they never turn green

I am participating in National Poetry Writing Month 2019. 30 Poems in 30 Days is the target.

The Day 3 Prompt for #NaPoWriMo is to write a piece that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time. I have attempted narrating a chain of events that occur in a short span of a minute, but even the minutes turn slower here. Time, after all, is relative. A minute might seem too soon when it's inviting. Again, it could trudge with lots of efforts when we really wish it to fly away faster.

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The Doll

it just had one eye

possessed a single ear

it was grounded in dirt

and yet she held it dear

this doll was her favorite

even though she had more

she didn't care for others

it never left her bored

she gave it names

combed its wrinkled hair

washed it with soap

and dried in sunlit stairs

she returned an hour later

then shocked, a rueful cry

the doll was nowhere to be seen

it didn't even bade goodbye

--------------------------------------------

a few miles ahead

his panting growing heavy

yet the boy had a smile

today, his sister would be happy

she had just turned two

while he himself marched to eight

their slum could afford no more

but could he keep blaming his fate

"this is for you, a gift,"

he handed the doll to his sister

she yelled in joy, crying

"Wow! you are the best brother"

the doll, looked, mute

wondering through the night

was this unfair to previous owner

or did the brother do right

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Spring

you can watch it grow

taking shape as you bow

blossoming in full

no, there aren't any rules

sunlight would be good

but it's the warmth it prefers

you can talk to it daily

the opinions wouldn't differ

don't go for manuals

your heart would know better

let the bond speak for itself

the petals inching nearer

the beauty that it beholds

a pristine gift of nature

the flowers bloom all around

announcing spring, in leisure

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Faith

Life isn't a set of compulsions. It's ok not to find your feet at times. It's absolutely fine to feel tired. Your share of success may seem distant, but do not give up, for it's still there. Do not ever feel that you can not reach the mark. It might seem impossible today, but believe me, you will find your way, eventually.

Just do not give up on that faith, ever.


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