Haiku - Ramzaan It is said that one who follows the month of Ramadan properly becomes as pure and sinless as a new born child this haiku summarizes this month. Not just water/food, But abstaining bad-habits, Order of Ramzaan.
Rimiki Jhimiki Jhare - Rabindranath Tagore We all know Rabindranath Tagore as writer of our National Anthem 'Jana Gana Mana' but most of us are not aware of his other works. I came across this poem during internet surfing and opening words ' Rimiki Jhimiki Jhare' got struck to my mind. This poem describes the feelings of poet hearing sounds of rain. I have tried to translate this Rabindra Sangeet in Hindi and English as per my understanding of this poem and by taking help from online contents since I don't know Bengali. The Bengali version is just copy and paste. রিমিকি ঝিমিকি ঝরে ভাদরের ধারা-- মন যে কেমন করে, হল দিশাহারা। যেন কে গিয়েছে ডেকে, রজনীতে সে কে দ্বারে দিল নাড়া-- রিমিকি ঝিমিকি ঝরে ভাদরের ধারা॥ বঁধু দয়া করো, আলোখানি ধরো হৃদয়ে। আধো-জাগরিত তন্দ্রার ঘোরে আঁখি জলে যায় যে ভ'রে। স্বপনের তলে ছায়াখানি দেখে মনে মনে ভাবি এসেছিল সে কে-- রিমিকি ঝিমিকি
पापा का पापा ! ( Father Of Father !) 3rd June 2007,the day when my father left this world. He died of heart attack. Since commencement of #MyRollModel activity I wanted to write for him but due to emotional outburst and teary eyes I dropped the plan each time. I found it very difficult to write about him because of these reasons. Today with #wow prompt I got the opportunity to overcome my emotions and remember him with the way he was by stepping in his shoes. He was full of life making everyone happy with his way of talking,jolly nature and charismatic personality. I always think why he died so early then I console myself and recall how he used to care for his sisters,brother,neighbors,daughters,sons and everybody else. How he took their problems as his heart. The golden heart which stop beating unable to bear everyone's pain. He possessed the quality to bring smile to every faces. People used to forget all their worries when he was around.He was witty & humorous
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 47 ; the forty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Silent Must Be Heard It is very shameful that a country which worship women shows negligible respect to them. Acid attacks, gang rape,domestic violence, female foeticide ,dowry deaths ,etc are still rampant in our country on large school. Government agencies are acting as mere spectators. Moreover our social setup is such that victims get victimized and remain silent but as we know a silence is worth thousand words. Their silence worth thousand words Their silence everyday hurts, Their silence mocking traditions, Their silence clearing illusions*. With this poem I have tried to bring out pain which many girls and women silently suffers : 1. Aah........ She screamed inside. Once more he was drunk,trying to be