Water

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Water...

Thee, a sign of water
Flowingly permeates me.
Colourless yet transparent
Nothing to hide... Water...
Water I find in you.

Quenching my thirst
I find water in you.
A drop of you forms myraid ripples
Abstract ripples...

The colour of my life
Along with water Immemorial
forming ripples
It is how my life flows.


Water is all I find in you...

Sheer Feelings... Minute Feelings...

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Sheer feelings… Minute feelings…










Silent talks is there in the lips

Whilst not been provoked

Only takes a glimpse from the eyes

While with you, whilst with me,

It wants to hear few expressions

Exhibiting appearance till lips

Would disembark she!



Uniting voice with the arm of its voice

Toil thou!

Whatever the talk is

Its sheer feelings… minute feelings

Like fragrance it is,

Hovering in the winds

Cologne which is dumb stricken

Even you know the address of it

And the information, so do I

Thou cannot be veiled from the world

Don’t know… What furtive is it…

Here comes the Rain.

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HERE COMES THE RAIN.

Weeding season has begun,

For the meadows to lie upon.

Wild cherries bloom with rustic fun

At daylight the beauty gets brightened by the Sun.

With the onset of dusk

The rain washes away the beauty and all its musk.

Life is not yet quenched...

Life calls thee ... oh Rain ... oh Rain!

Zonkeyed by the nectar of Bacchus.

The deities of Shangri-La,

Awoke from your slumber

For the weeding season has just begun

Far in the West

Awoke Oh, Muse from the holy springs.

To the North

Wake up, Shamans of Animism.

Let there be Rain

The crops in the field lie in Vain.

Let there be Rain

Life for instance tends to be Maim.


Chimal, Rhododendron in the West

Berserk and enigmatic it seems.

To the south lies Tendong and Samdruptse’s nest

And deep within a ray of Hope gleams.

Hope, a melancholic hope of the South.

The path leading northwards rustle

Veil covers the beauty and couth,

Anger, hope, expectation adjacently placed

Yet thou seem too loath.

Oh shaman, muse of the holy spring

Your Occult bestowed by the God’s.

Let there be Rain that shall zing.


Enchant Oh, deities

Encircle the clouds...

Recite Oh, Shaman,

Till the anger, pain within the cloud sprouts...

Let the enchantment gain momentum...!


Thunder and lightning emanates

the pain felt...

Here comes the rain

The melancholic rain

Giving might to Teesta, Rangit.

Sweeping away the Rustic rustle,

Quenching the thirst of every life.

Rain... Ablaze rain,

Here it comes

Defining pain, hope, expectations...

Here comes the rain.


REFERENCE :-

1. Bacchus :- The Roman God of Wine.

2. Nectar :- The wine of the God's.

3. Shangri-La :- An Imaginary distant beautiful place, where everything is pleasant and you can get everything you want. The Sikkimese Mythology states Holy Mountain Kanchendzonga to have a secret door which takes a person to the Shangrila.

4. West, holy springs :- Kcheophokri, holy lake.

5. Shaman :- a person who has special powers to control or influence good and evil spirits, which enables them to discover the cause of Illness, bad luck etc. Shamanism is a form of religion that the Shaman practice and the same sort of animistic practices are carried by Shaman's in Countryside areas of North and West Sikkim oftenly.

6. Teesta, Rangit :- The Two great rivers of Sikkim.

7. Tendong :- Holy Mountain in the South District of Sikkim having its root embedded deep down in the History and Mythology of the Lepchas of Sikkim.

8. Samdruptse :- The statue of Samdruptse is located on the Hilltops of Namchi and is believed to be a religious leader, preacher of Buddhism.

Aura???

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Aura

Who can describe what taste is?

- let me -
The time is 2:14 pm , 7th May 2011.

Well, right now I am standing with one of my friend Chawkumoo, in the vehicle stand in Gangtok. The vehicles horn, the hodge podge of homo sapiens ... too crowded. The smell of Public Toilet and besides was a strange,conventional smell coming from one of the open Canteen of the Taxi stand. We saw a group of people sitting on a half erected concrete wall, everyone's face is filled with delight, hunger and greed. There he is ... "Bhaiyaa", busy making Sikkimese traditional food known as "Sya - Faley". The people's queue some are raising their hands... they have been waiting, they have the Money the mouth tends to be watery.

He puts Falley into the Hot Oil, cooks for about 5-10 minutes and the hot "Faley"is seen chewed by the mouth of the Hungry Jacks. They chew ... it's hot, it's damn tasty, the chilli pickle gives much more taste to the mouth watery "Sya - Faley". They eat, still they are eating. One goes the other person is grabbed upon by the aura of the mysterious place. The nearby areas has good hotels but still Bhaiya's Open shop attracts more people rather than the attractive hotels and shops.

What attracts the people, the people are attracted to an Open shop, Unhygenic Shop knowingly. Strange... The Aura !

Reference :-
1. Sya - Meat , Faley - Dough which is made to cover the inner ingredients.
2. Bhaiya - Brother in Hindi.


CRITICAL EVALUATION OF "2 STATES" WRITTEN by CHETAN BHAGAT.

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2 STATES" - CHETAN BHAGAT

The Novel "2 States", written by Chetan Bhagat is a Novel which deals with Modern aesthetic problems faced by the people especially the youths of this present society. The Novel displays an Autobiographical element for it shows the flashback moments of the author and his Marriage. Bhagat's writing style tends to be simple. The story in "2 states" has been dealt in a kind of Act I, II, III, IV, V way. We find Tongue Cheek humor and reality in his work. Basically, in "2 States" he has tried to show the Indian Society bounded by certain Culture and Tradition, it is about how Love marriages work in India and is again typical in the first person narration.

The story is about Krish and Ananya who hails from different states of India who are deeply in Love and wants to get married against their parent's wish. The name "2 States" and the Map in the cover page only tells the story of a boy who hails from Punjab and the girl Ananya, who hails from Chennai. The whole story is based upon the struggle done by both of them (Krish and Ananya) to convince their parents for Marriage. The story becomes more exciting with the usage of "Bhagatlogia". The whole plot is loosely based on the life story of Chetan Bhagat and his wife Anusha who are from Delhi and Tamil Nadu respectively.

So, Lastly the novel "2 States" is highly appealing and tells the originality of the Indian society and it's culture and tradition which is far more different than the Western lifestyle and the Marriage system. Bhagat's writing is basically known as "Pulp Fiction" and finally there are many youngster writer following his footsteps.

BROADER IDENTITY...!

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BROADER IDENTITY


Identity, today has become a hot topic in the society. Each and every people wants to know their identity, a quest for Identity is an illusion still people of different caste or religion wants to have their own individual Identity. A quest for Individual or narrower Identity will lead to disintegration of the social and ethical values that has structured our society from it's primitive ages and in the certain course, quest for Broader Identity i.e. "WE" gets lagged behind, when "WE" lags behind Unity among diversed caste and religion starts to find it's place in the Backyards of the society and the only thing that we see is Disintegration.

The society is a place which gives birth to newer Literati's and future aspirants. So how can a society sharpen the future aspirants when the society itself lays emphasis in the quest for absurd Identity. The absurd narrower Identity which has no Plural importance, Absurd narrower Identity which disintegrates our society tied with the knots of Brotherhood... "QUEST FOR NARROWER IDENTITY IS AN ILLUSION". Let me take you to my society, the society which has endowed in me everything that I do presently possess. We have diversed people following different religion, wherein the people or an individual of different caste lays emphasis upon the development of their own community i.e. "I" community and in the course they forget about "WE" community. The Limboo community wants their own Development, the Bhuita Community wants their Community to supersed other community, the Lepcha community also lays emphasis upon "I" development, the Tamang Community has ego problems and wants to grow higher than the other community... How much high does the Tamang community wants to grow, that is still a mystery Chettri, Magar, Rai, Gurung, Newar community etc. Everyone has joined the race, A race for individual or "I" glory. Moreover it's a quest for narrower Identity which is nodoubt an Illusion. I have never confronted a community that lays emphasis on Broader Identity or "WE" Identity but sooner or later I hope I will confront...!

Before I was given a name and the caste which was later added I was a simple human being and it was the society which made me what I am today. I want people to understand the Identity matter in a broader way, I want you to understand that "I"(micro) falls in "WE"(macro)category or you can understand by saying, I am a small unit of my society. So,lastly let us understand the true value of Identity for the wealth to creation lies in "Broader Identity".

SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS..............Dedicated to the flora and fauna of Sikkim, especially North Sikkim.

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SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS...

As I see the world pass by,
I still wonder all alone.
Surrounded by faces all around,
Yet, aloof I am.
The reminiscence haunts me,
For my past is stucked,
Somewhere in the woods.
The woods, beautiful woods,
Beautiful than the costly life...!


I did roam all alone,
Yet, never felt alone.
The trees, the creepers, the bushes,
accompanied me.
The chirping of the birds
And the murmuring of the cataract...
captured my senses.
Alas! I was lost,
Somewhere in the woods.
The woods, beautiful woods,
Beautiful than the seductive rose and it's life...!


Somewhere in the woods,
I left myself.
Somewhere in the woods,
I lost myself.
Somewhere in the woods...
It's pervasive.


The Zeast - By seeing the raw and aesthetic beauty of my state Sikkim, especially North Sikkim. My mind and the senses got captured by it's primitive beauty and I was lost, for the sound of the cataracts, the chirping of the birds and the raw flora totally dominated and made my heart go completely blind... I owe a deep respect to our natural resources but presently the aesthetic beauty is on the lap of extinction. Though there is Subjectivity in the poem but there is more detached or objective feeling which speaks mainly about the Beauty of North Sikkim which is getting demolished by the on going Hydel-power project...!

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