Perspectives of a Soul- A tale of life

My Small Adventure.........The Monument of faith Me in Nakhuda Mosque during MySmall Adventure........... In this part of my small adventure I'll take you too places you have never set your foot ever at least I had not before........This time it is the Nakuda Mosque in Chitpur road, near zakariya street,Kolkata.....hold on I know what you are thinking...how could girls be allowed inside a mosque..... The entrance We all do not this clearly that anyone and everyone is welcomed in a mosque till we enter and follow the rules with respect...it was my first time inside a mosque...as I knew before that women were not allowed to enter...but previously on my trip to Delhi, I had entered the Jama Masjid and was mesmerized by its largeness and beauty and more importantly the peace it gave me within...the place of prayer...it felt so amazing to see thousands of prayer givers on Friday offering Namaz together..There I had come to know that in Jama Masjid, a separate place is giv

My Small adventure........... there I am with our Phucka in College street Adventure is a big word and for me it means to be able to do what most cannot think off...and in a busy city like Kolkata and a busy life like ours...we forget the small things in live which can become an adventure if we want it to be...most of us would just wait for our friends to make plans for movies or outings in the weakened but I always like to have my small adventure all on my own and absolutely alone....I know its hard to think how can we enjoy alone but believe me for an observer and writer like me its a blessing to be able to go and explore the various parts of the city alone...so I often go on such days and I have planned some more in the future but today I would tell you about my small adventure....I am a great foodie and nothing can match the "Phucka" of Kolkata. I had tried phucka in other cities as well like in Mumbai its called pani puri and usually the pani puri sellers on t

The Nameless Artist Here I stand, Here I bow, From Kings and queens to peasants and thieves, None could deny his magical deeds, The Poor and hungry his slaves, Humankind his gift, I stand here, I am through, The light if divinity so pure to know, A touch all it took for me to heal, Born again to live in peace, My world through my colors now one sees. Here is the nameless artist.... The Nameless artist...the words just flew and a string was made...this poem is my dedication to artists like them. This art my friends is called road drawings.We know about 3D road drawings back in the West which is practiced and loved by all, but not this because it is here in India that such art arises out of necessity.This particular man whom I encountered while walking down  had to say many things.What astonished me the most was that he said his art was not for sale when I asked him why he did not paint and sell his works?He said his ancestors had been in this kind

                               The flavor of Kolkata Streets The Street singers........or the street Instruments...What can it be called? The Joy of Life.                     (The Baagel is this particular instrument which this man is playing.Photo courtesy: Google) At this age of I pods,tablets, music phones and what not....I found this very interesting street player last week when I was out alone enjoying the rains and having hot Gulab jamuns and coffee.Even though I tried I could not make him stop to ask where did he live and where did he made those.But he told me that this particular instrument was called a Baagel.I bought one from him though I could not play it as my father had brought me this when I was a child.This is an integral part of  Bengal folk music form and you can get hold of this particular instrument in  Monsoon Mela's or Puja Mela's.It is usually made of three strings and it has a bow to compose tune from it.I think its part of the Ek tara

Are the traffic rules meant for our relief or torture.... Its become a regular trend of the traffic police of Kolkata to harass the public by making therm pay fine for nothing......Today my uncle was stopped and fined because he was driving my brothers motorcycle without his 'written authorization' mind you.And if you say anything and don't stop then they fine you 500 rupees....Now does the gover nment wants that we should buy in total 3 bikes for each person then the question is who the Hell is going to pay for those or is it we have to carry a big bundle of documents...in best Why not hang a placard on ourselves for simple identification propose.On my questioning them is it a new rule they say its very old and I say it only took you 60 years to implement it.To this answer they looked at me in anger and tried to give an impression"If you talk much I'll take you to the police station and throw you behind the bars"But to their dismay I was educated. In the e

Shadi ka season........                                                                                              What is shadi or marriage in simple terms......a social occasion where the bride and groom get married....but there is more to it......its magic.It is the day when the groom finally sees her beloved princess in a beautiful sari or lehnga,wearing jewellry,looking dead gorgeous.....in short form top to toe...a divine beloved.On the other hand the bride gets her wish to see her handsome hunk in a sherwani and on a horse,waiting for him to take her in his arms and ride away to a fairyland far far away......Welcome to the 21st century Shadiyan...which is just not about brides and grooms but its about the celebrations.....food,feista,party,song and dance,rituals,make up,jewellry,costumes,bright faces,lots of masti and maza,flowers,lights,crackers,laughter,joy and pride..........in short a magical journey. A Magical Journey