Sapnochora

Stbdho Agun, Nitto Fagun, Jodi jage anubhab.

Dosh ki mor tobe, moner gobhire chirantan anurag.

Sapno roshik rosher tore trishnartto a jibon jure,

Ghuritechi chorkipake ami sapnochora.

Life is….

“Jibon mane ki sudhu e hathchani diye jawa”…may be life is all about desiring for something which can never be ours.
Saturday , January- 21, 2012 : 8:12 am.
The chilling morning breeze goes on fighting with my woolen scarf, my dense breath keep on announcing, “Gosh ! It’s extremely cold today.” Riding my bike on an average and relative speed of exactly 60km/hr (yes, I was maintaining it), I was craving to get into the comfort of my AC office as soon as possible. Just 5 min more…
Suddenly “Caaaatttcccchhhh”..Fuuuuh..that was a close one. I have just saved my bike from the turmoil of  running over a pothole. I was smiling….
So far the portray of a morning bike journey ..Yes & no points for guessing that. But then why this post has started with a philosophical line? (don’t kill me for that, kya karu hu main adaat se mazboor)
As I was celebrating my recent accomplishment, suddenly got the glance of a little girl..no not like someone from the fairy tales. Though she was more of a daredevil. Yes, I must admit that. Beating the spine-freezing chill with just a piece of cloth needs hell of a courage.
You people might be cursing me like anything for such a heartless act. Yes, I admit that I’m heartless, coz with a blood pumping heart I can’t feel emotions. I need a neuron rich brain for that.
Getting back to the narration; She studied me with a pair of empty eyes. Those eyes were dreamy, passionate, compelling. Then suddenly she ran across the road and my eyes met with his father (may be he was his father only). In that situation, I was not at all expecting a smile , but he smiled at me (that melancholy smile!!!) ; I smiled back too n then Vroomagain. I charged my bike engine and rode forward.
May be he is happy with his life or may be he is not. In any case , I don’t possesses the enough degree of wisdom to judge his state of mind to needle-point. But still I felt he longs for a good life (which is extremely reasonable and natural). All the people around me are busy in complaining about how badly dressed the other person is, but that man was wearing just a trouser. Those marks of life on his face are haunting me since morning. Why life is this much unfair? Can’t it be equally biased (yes, must say biased) towards each and every one. Can’t everyone get equal amenities by some mystical natural force ? I’m fortunate enough to have a job, secure and steady life. I’m fortunate enough to live the life of my so called old dreams and unfortunate enough to still go on craving for more. I neither smile a lot nor do I enjoy every moment of my existence to the fullest. But those dreamy eyes and that faint smile….. don’t know what  there were trying to tell me. It may be the first line of this very post.

About “Zindagi vs Me”

You people might have noticed the quotes from ”Zindagi vs Me” on my Facebook profile and here on my blog space too. Some of you have asked me, “Whose book is that?”, to which I have simply smiled. Well here is the secret behind that book…

It all stared in a not so happening evening of Autumn last year (for those who are dreaming i.e. 2011 BC). I was chatting with my sister Himawari aka Sud aka Sudeshna and was giving her  the so called FUNDAS & GYAN on life. After a unpaid (greedy me) enlightment session of arround 1 n half hours she said “Dada, you must write a book about your life.” Shocked !!!!!! Well so was I…

Before that very moment (yes moment….corrected up-to milliseconds), I have never thought of writing down some thing in black and white to eat out the mind others. But yes the thought really provoked the Devil inside me. But as usual in a modest tone I replied to her “Hahahahahaha….Dekhbo … will see to it” (the english translation is for my worldwide friends).

And so here I’m … deciding in simple harmonic motion, about what to write and what not to write. Hope  the book will get in shape in next one year or so and will be able to get the favoritism of a good publisher. Till then wish me luck and in return I will definitely gift you a copy of that, so that you can use it for your creative origami. Till then Signing off .. The Sapnochora