Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore, some have heard and read about him some have not. Last week was his birthday. He was born in Calcutta on 7th May 1861 and died on 7th August 1941 in Calcutta. He was a Proud Indian He was a Writer, song composer, playwright, essayist, painter. And he received Novel Prize for ‘Gitanjali’ in the year 1913.

Honestly speaking on my blog today I won’t write what everyone knows or can read about him. This is my blog so today I will write what I truly feel, what I truly think about him.

I had read about him since my childhood. My Grandpa used to say one cannot finish reading his works during his/her whole lifetime. Of course he had written a lot. I somehow could feel whatever he might have felt during writing either a sad poetry or a love poem.

Many bengali people in India love him but some hate him. I remember, last year a renowned camera person from a renowned channel told me there’s no point in loving that man’s work because he got whatever he had because he was born in a rich family.

I didn’t respond him, I just smiled. Of course I could have argued with him because I have read him since my childhood. But I couldn’t make him understand what I exactly feel about Rabindranath Tagore.

If any artist is reading this then my question to you would be, have you seen Rabindranath Tagore’s old age photograph? If yes have you looked deep into his eyes? What do you see?

It is said that eyes of a human reflects everything about that person, I am not sure about others but about Rabindranath Tagore it was applicable. His emotions would be easily understandable from him eyes. I personally avoid looking in his eyes of his picture. Do you know what I see?

He might have recieved everything a man ever wants or wanted but his eyes says he was in agony, in deep pain which he couldn’t share with anyone. His eyes say he wanted peace. His eyes depict, only if he could turn over the time.

There are many portraits about him. Many people draw about him. I only sketched once about him because I can’t draw those eyes. I can’t draw that pain, that hurt. I can’t. I only sketched about him once in my lifetime but for me that was worse because I felt like thousands of knives were hitting me.

I have never seen him but I feel like as if I have known him since ages. May be it’s common.

Many “FAMOUS” people would say ,”Ah, that’s very normal”, if I share my true feelings about what I feel about Rabindranath Tagore. But my question is do you feel connected to him like I do? Do you feel like you have known him always like I do? Do you?

Honestly speaking he isn’t my favourite writer or poet or painter but still I love reading his works. This reminds me of one more incident in 2017 while I was working as a journalist, my senior asked me about one of the phrases of Rabindranath Tagore’s work “Ghore Baire”, a lady who sort of hated me commented, “How would she know about it? You asked the wrong person”, and she chuckled. My senior knowing me well then told her, “Why don’t you answer it then”, she didn’t have any answer to it. I simply completed the phrase and told him the other required details and left the room.

You know I didn’t feel victorious that day because she couldn’t answer it and I knew about it. I was extremely hurt because I can’t portray my feelings.

I know whoever reads it might feel it boring because for the very first time ever I have revealed this side of me but one thing I would say Rabindranath Tagore was really a great man. Not because I know it but because I feel it.

A quote by him, “Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.”

That’s all for today.

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Art

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” by Thomas Merton.

Well this is not about others paintings but mine.

I don’t only write but paint as well..

I remember last year after my accident when I was bedridden it left me devastated. One and half months later when I could stand up I asked my mate to get me a canvas and colors. He never asked anything he just got me those.

I don’t know what came to my mind I created this.. 👇

This was the starting.

After that I have made many but never found a gallery to exhibit them and in this case my instagram account deserted_queen helped. People from all over the world appreciate my work.

Today I thought of writing this because I really feel glad when galleries in India rejected, they supported.

Today in this post I will add some of my works. I hope you all will like it.

This one I made when after accident I was tired of myself. So I named it ‘Tired’.

I made this from a selfie of mine which looked dull after I cried… So I named it, “Sorrow”.

I made it the day I got up from my wheelchair and started walking. I named it, “Freedom”.

So what do you think about them?

Let me know if you want to see more works of mine.

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Interview Zone: The Episode Author (Thriller)

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Episode is an application that has given many writers a field to write their stories and to direct it as well. Everyone can read, write and direct their stories with this application. You can also find your Genres and read the stories from there. It is very well categorized with its stories.

Today in Interview Zone I have writer/director E.Walker whose rose to fame with her first story CSI. She’s an American and she specializes in thriller stories though she is very young, she writes very well and she is the sweetest person I have ever spoken to. So without further delay I will post the interview with her.

Moni: Hello Miss Walker welcome to Interview Zone. So here I will go with my first question. You technically writer on thriller. Why so?

Walker: Well, I write so because I have so many ideas in my head about them and just keeping them there is horrible. I like to express my ideas and that’s why I began writing.

Moni: Interesting answer. Apart from episode where else do you write? Do you own a blog?

Walker: I do not write on anything but Episode. I am trying to get into Wattpad but I don’t know yet.

Moni: Which novelists do you admire?

Walker: I don’t really look up to any novelist.

Moni: Well, ummm, that’s pretty impressive. So apart from writing what do you do? What are your hobbies?

Walker: My hobbies are playing violin(nerdy but who cares) and I do sports such as soccer and track.

Moni: I don’t think it’s nerdy. I personally would like to learn violin someday. Reader’s love your stories, your work so have you ever thought of publishing your own novel?

Walker: I have thought about publishing a novel but I believe I’m too young as of right now. A friend and I are writing a story but it is nearly impossible that we will ever publish it.

Moni: Someday you will definitely. Have you always wanted to be a writer?

Walker: No actually. I always and still do want to be an FBI agent. That’s what inspired my first story CSI.

Moni: Okay, what are your upcoming works?

Walker: Some of my upcoming works are a winter break story with a terrible twist and a story about a new town being plagued with murders.

Moni: Final question (promise!): do you have any advice for the yet-to-be-published writers reading this?

Walker: Yes, it does not matter how many readers or views you get. But also don’t give up on your story. Make it advanced, don’t make it simple. Simple is boring. Thinking of new ideas, not ones from other authors. Be original.

Moni: That’s all for today Thank you so much Walker for this lovely interview.

Walker: You’re welcome dear.

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P.S Miss Walker did not want us to use her real image so we used her anime.

So readers, this was Miss Walker’s interview. See you soon.

Paranormal Myths

In every country there are myths which everyone knows. There forefather’s have passed on these stories to the generations. Some say that these myths are real some say they are false or imagination of mind.

Sometime back I was doing a research on it and I came through many countries spooky myths. They are frightening. They are the creepiest and chilling myths from all around the world. I would love to share them with my readers who love to read.

As I had written in on Wattpad, I will share the link below over here. If you love paranormal. If you love myths you are free to give it a look.

Link shared below.. 👇

https://my.w.tt/IUUWewRHpM

Feel free to read and share.

Lots of Love everyone.

See you on Sunday in Interview Zone.

I Love you LIKE I Hate you

Today I will share a story of a girl Meika. Well, her father passed away in 2016 when she was 21 years. She just completed her Master’s degree and started working in a respectable position as a journalist. Her mother passed away when she was 18 years old. She never had any siblings as such. Relatives were there who loved her but Meika believed in keeping them away from her. But, she was a strong girl though.

On a fine november night after dinner she opened her facebook account. She noticed there was a friend request. She opened that page and was shocked to see the name. It was from Aniket.

Aniket was Meika’s first crush, first love when she was in std 9. She could never move on from him. Though Aniket never knew about her love for him. She never dated in her entire college. Never even wanted to get married because the man she fell for was a self claimed saint.

Seeing his account made her fall in love with him again. She accepted his request. She didn’t message him though she kept an eye on his account.

On a Tuesday evening Meika updated some pictures of her on Facebook. And for the very first time Aniket commented. As soon as Meika saw it she jumped out of her couch with excitement. But, she composed herself though and replied only a smiley of smile to him. That night Aniket messaged her. And first time they spoke to each other. Aniket was a smooth talker. And Meika was already in love with him so she easily got flattered. She remembered the day the first time she saw him in Indian Ethnic dress, she fell badly for him. She never got a chance to get close to him as they were from same colony but he was a politician’s brother, and now her dream has come true.

As days and months passed by, their chatting increased. Affection towards eachother increased. And this time Meika decided to take a leave from work to go back to her home town to meet Aniket.

So on a weekend she went back to the city where she spent her childhood. But she decided to stay in a hotel rather than her own house. That evening Aniket came to the hotel where Meika was residing. Meika met him in the reception of the hotel. He took her to his place which he had converted into his study on his bike. Though Meika hated bikes but she couldn’t say no to him. After they reached at Aniket’s place. They sat and were talking about work, about hobbies in the meantime Meika’s phone rang. As it was a call from work she had to attend it. She excused herself and went nearby the window while speaking. After done as soon as she turned back she saw Aniket standing very close to her and Meika turned towards him he hugged her. As Meika loved him badly she melted in her arms. And then she initiated a kiss on his lips. They made out passionately that evening. For Meika it was her dream come true. And for Aniket a score. That night Aniket insisted her to stay with him but she didn’t she went back to the hotel. Ofcourse Aniket dropped her.

Meika slept like a baby that night because her dream came true.

Next day morning Aniket called her up and behaved abnormally. She informed him that she was having lunch at her best friends place. He got extremely possessive and even abused her in anger. Meika just said one sentence, “I believe we are yet not in a relationship, so why are you being possessive”. To which Aniket replied, “Because your best friend is a guy”. Meika was shocked to hear that. She decided to cancel the lunch and went to Aniket’s place to meet him. They met he said they can’t be together and they can only have sexual relationship. Meika was broken badly but as because she was good in hiding her emotions declined his offer.

In one moment her feelings for him changed and now she wants to avenge him at any cost.

See people I gave this example of Meika and Aniket because what we often fail to remember is that we are humans. Love and hate both are a part of that emotion. But there is a very thin line between love and hate. If love can make us blind hatred too can do that. So avoid all this. Because is a part of life. Stay happy and keep others happy.

Amici, Friends Forever

Friendship is a unique gift given by God to human life. According to philosopher Emerson, a friend is the greatest masterpiece of nature. Friendship can not be defined only in one word or song or in poetry; No restriction can be restricted to the conversation. At present, college, university, office of all the triumph of friendship, in a word Life Impossible without friends.
Psychologists believe that love should never be brought in circle-based friendships. It is lost in eternal green friendship. Regarding friendship and love, poet Rabindranath Tagore said, “There is a lot of difference between friendship and love, but it cannot be distinguished by fluctuating. Friendship in love, love dresser. If there is tangled in a place of friendship, even if it is torn in two places, there is no harm even if it becomes dirty, but there is no restriction on reaching the knees. You have to overcome the power to say everything to your friend. In this case you have to be very generous. No hiding can be done. See buddy as a collaborator rather than a competitor. Try to be happy with the success of a close friend, encourage him. Accept friend’s success as an inspiration for yourself.”.

Well, so here it is about a group who never met in real life. Moni, Amber, Bhavuk, Aakash, Saksham, Shashank, Amanda, Dalicia, Shruti, Poras, Akram, Shyam, Avi. They were fans of a sitcom and they were in a group on facebook. Initially oneday a lady suggested they should start a whatsapp group in which they can discuss the sitcom. Obviously, everyone agreed to it including these 14 people. When the group started there was huge number of people. But as day and months went by the list decreased. One night the lady who suggested the original plan for group decided to shut it down. As only these 14 people were left, they became furious, which resulted into a huge argument with the lady. She threw them out of the group. What she didn’t know was these 14 had each other’s personal numbers. After that incident Amanda decided to create a new group on whatsapp and she did it. But this time she added only these people. Everyone is from separate countries and are from different time zones but yet they find out time for each other. This is like a second family to them. Of course everyone has friends in real life, some are working, and some are students. There is an age difference as well, but they are like a part of each other. They discuss stuff, they argue, they fight but most importantly they love each other. And no matter what they always want to be with each other at their problems.

Amanda is the most prettiest and innocent girl in the group, but no guy hit on her because for others friendship came first. Same with Amber, he is handsome but no girl from the group hit on him. Dalicia is the youngest not only age wise but behaviour wise as well, she is the kid of the group. Shruti is the sweetest one, Poras is the intelligent one, Akram is the wisest one, Shashank is the most talkative but a sincere one, Saksham is the craziest one, Aakash is the notorious one, Bhavuk is the introvert one, Avi is the studious one, Rahul is the funniest one,Shyam is the sweetest and kindest one and Moni, well there is nothing special about her so I won’t write about her. Though Moni is extremely sensitive but useless, they all still love her. Obviously they fight like hell but at the end they find their way back to each other. Technically, what I mean is that they worship their friendship which is rare to find these days and especially when they haven’t met yet. They have each other’s back which was proved during the conflict in last group.

In this age of technology, distance between friendships cannot have much effect. Due to misunderstandings in a very trivial way too many years of friendship are broken. It depends entirely on how much importance you give to your friendship. Man is a social being. Friends and friendship are an integral part of social life.

So, the story I told about these 14 people is a very real story. And I really hope from the core of my heart that they remain Friends Forever.

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