The Story of Hope

Instead of sharing my thoughts, today, I would like to share a story.

I met her in social media. One misty midnight, I was in my balcony and watching the ebony peace, when a notification in my phone broke the silence suddenly. A friend request from a young lady almost of same age as mine, was waiting to be confirmed.

Aaira, a beautiful young tulip; I became amazed by her personality and depth. She was like the sky. I really enjoyed our conversation. Gradually we got acquainted with each other.

Once, she sounded very low. I asked her and came to know that she had been missing her child very much. During this lockdown period it was impossible for her to reach her offspring. I was a little bit surprised and wanted to know about her daughter, where she was and why they lived separately. 

And the rest of the story bewildered me.

She is a surrogate mother (not for money). Pamela, her daughter, is a little bunny. She was taught to call her Ammi, though she is not allowed to write her name as her mother officially. Anyway, they met everyday. Even she has been reared covering with the shield of the love of three - Aaira and her legal parents.

Thus the story can reach its end , but no, something remains.

I asked for her daughter's picture once; and another misty midnight, my messenger knocked and a photo peeped through the chat.

Pamela with her parents - two young gentlemen with motherly smile and fatherly vigour.

Are you an Escapist ? A Dreamer ?

Have you ever lain on the roof alone and seen the sky at night? Have you ever seen the scattering sunset from behind a soufflé of clouds? 

There is a difference between escapism and dream. Dream never let you escape. To wish to get lost in the moonlight for ever is the thought of escapism. On the contrary, to think about your ungratified desires from memory drenched with intense emotion in an imaginative way is the dream. Dream is neither the shadowy visions while sleeping nor any fanciful fairytale-wish. 

Dream is the practicality that makes an escapist coming back to reality.

Dream is the Zephyr that makes an escapist alive and full of life. Dream makes an escapist dream to escape again. 

A creator must be a dreamer and may be an escapist.

Escapism is necessary, I think. To revive yourself, to breathe again, to make your own little universe starry, escapism is needed. But you are bound with duties. Don't forget. That is why you have to come back to the  concrete practicality.

Dream is your child. You are the mother. So just like a mother, you have to sacrifice something, you have to fight in the reality to see a smile on your child's face, i.e, to make  your dream smile. 

Everything is valuable in their own way and we have to cherish both - the practicality and the philosophy, but in the proper time. Perfect timing is the emperor of all.

So dream a new world, dream your dream and try to turn the dream into your smile.

Overthinking - isn't it so Harmful to your Heart?

Smoking is injurious to health, like that overthinking also is  injurious to health. 

"ভাবো, ভাবো, ভাবা প্র্যাকটিস করো" 

But don't over think. Excess of anything is always bad. 

Thinking and re-thinking about anything and plucking imaginary stuffs from the wind of Fairyland which can never happen, make you injure yourself and the person who is intimately involved with you.

Well, it's a great 'fun'. A 'fun' just like wearing blindfold and standing on a random rail line to bid goodbye to the coming Rajdhani Express! What an idea! 

I must suggest if you don't like adventure, don't try this 'fun'; and if you like adventure exceptionally,  please don't try this one.

Overthinking is a psychological issue just like depression and all. Don't cherish it within you. If you feed it, it will devour your inner peace. It will start ruining your physical health as well as your spiritual intensity (positivity). Most importantly it will not only affect you but also your nearest petals.

When you trust something or someone too deeply and when you actually have no faith on anything or anyone, overthinking may arise relating to those matters.

In this respect, I can say, overthinking is the big-brother of doubt and too carefulness, isn't it so?

Think that you can't reach a solution from overthinking. Think that matters can get messed up by overthinking. Think that relationships will get tied up with complexities for this habit of overthinking.

So just think, think deeply. Think in a positive way. Think for yourself. Think for mankind. But don't try to start overthinking. It's not a leisure-time activity to avoid boredom!

Overthinking is a dream within a dream in a form of demon. Now think about what I've written.

The Five Elements of Nature _ The Woman

SHE IS NOT A GODDESS,  SHE IS NOT LILITH.

SHE IS WOMAN. SHE IS JUST SHE.

Dhatri (The Earth)

Woman - the Creator. She is Nature. With the assistance of Man, she creates the new hope.

Amrapali (The Air)

Woman - the Bearer, the Keeper. She is created to hold mankind, to be the strength of Man.

Tilottoma (The Water)

Woman - the Universe. 

Swayam-Sampurna (স্বয়ংসম্পূর্ণা)

She is Life. Everything gets its fulfillment with her touch.

She is beautiful. She makes everything beautiful. Her smile turns hell into heaven. Purity blooms through her blissful blinking.

Pujarini (The Space)

Woman - the figure of Nirvana. She is the wave of silence. She is the Infinity. She is Mukti ( মুক্তি ).

Nishantika (The Fire)

Woman - The Wrath of Apocalypse

Sakti (শক্তি) she is.

Through a devastating destruction of all impurities, she re-creates, makes an outset of a new beginning.

She ends the era of darkness with her mighty blood.

Can you wait for me?

" I'm waiting for you."

Soothing to heart this is. Waiting values anything essential in life. There's no one who doesn't feel the eternal essence of waiting.

It's existence can't be eschewed. Existence is like the sky and waiting is it's voidance.

Where is the fruition of that if there is no waiting for anything? This is waiting which makes the ecstasy of obtaining something unexplainable.

Limitless waiting is very rare and nearest to impossible. But if anyone can do that, he and his waiting will both be very precious. 

Waiting is just like waves. After the end of a wait, a new one is born. 

Any particular waiting can be fruitful or not. Though we become miserable for sometime, we don't step back. Because hope is the mother of it.

Waiting is a bliss, it is painful too. Still we wait. Actually this is the waiting which leads our journey to eternity.

From the Diary _ Love and Solitude

Once life was simply simple. When this simple life wants to get compound with another simple life, it becomes complex to some extent. Universe has scribbled this chapter of the grammar book of life.

Like the kite flying and dancing with the Chopin, suddenly, wants to get closer to another kite and starts talking. Then the complexity starts and one has to quit the sky. It has to come to the ground and then again starts to dream of flying.

Some people are born alone. They get acquainted with many, become close with few, get intimate with someone, but at the sunset only solitude hugs them. Yes, that is not bad. That is different anyway.

Their feelings get someone who is not worth for them, or someone who is so good and elevated for them, or the person who is just like them, the soulmate, but universal conspiracy can not make them stay together.

They love the person who doesn't love them like the way they do.

Oh yes, they get someone's undivided love that they don't realise maybe.

So, life can be sarcastic well to us, isn't it?

Believe - The Most Powerful Belief

I trust you - these are the most powerful three words. We do almost everything either seriously or sarcastically. But I think this is the only one thing which we can't do with sarcasm. When we believe, we believe with a serious mind by nature; and here the fun fact is that this serious word faces sarcastic smirks of life most of the time.

Generally we say with a big mouth that "we should believe in ourselves". But in reality we believe in others more than ourselves almost all the time; and then all the problems arise gradually. Expectation and dependence come like the unwanted guests. After that, with a tortoise-walk, depression, overthinking, anxiety, bad feeling etc start dancing. With all these, finally and successfully, the chaos within the mind begins to ruin our inner peace.

In most of the cases, we have blind faith in someone. Well, I can say, 'blind faith' is just a myth. This cannot happen in reality and what we think of as blind faith, is nothing but our foolishness.

You believe in your closest ones to the infinity, but still you re-check unknowingly or knowingly. That's your maturity. That's the practicality.

Value your instincts. Value the sense of logic and your own thoughts. Expectation and dependence are the reality, we can't escape from those entirely. But try to reduce the tendency to believe in others more than yourself. Believe in your trustworthy persons but in a logical way.

So, first and foremost, believe the mirror.

Believe your soul.

Body-Shaming - isn't it a perversion?

Today , let's make the outset with a part of a conversation - a conversation of me with a 9 years old girl.

The girl - You are so beautiful didi ( তুমি কি সুন্দর গো দিদি )

Me ( playfully with a smirk) - Is it so? Why are you addressing me as beautiful? ( তাই বুঝি? তা কেন আমায় সুন্দর বললি শুনি? )

The girl- Because you are fair. ( কারণ তুমি ফর্সা, তাই )

An innocent answer, isn't it? But a overthinking, 'philosophical' mind ( yes, I'm 'accused' with those adjectives!?) got jerked. 

I'm not accusing the girl , I'm just thinking about the hypocrisy of our conception. 

She is black. He is white. He is healthy. She is bony, etc...

Sometimes some innocent body-shaming happens which get ignored lightly or unknowingly; but sometimes it reaches its horribility. 

Colour has it's source of light. If I say this light means the bright-sky within you, the purity of the mind, that won't be so wrong. Your colour is what your soul paints.

Colour, shape, size etc can not ascertain your beauty, your smartness, the 'You'. Yes, I know the line - "PAHLE DARSHANDHARI PICHHE GUNBICHARI". But that is not about physical 'beauty', that must be a perfect appearance and an impressive personality.

Actually, a beautiful soul makes you beautiful. Physical beauty is a myth. Well, it can't be ignored totally. But it can't be the priority. 

You are beautiful. We all are beautiful. Just have to bloom yourself.

All About Animal Testing _ Shouldn't it be banned totally?

Do you ever feel the life-portraits of a dog crying, or a cat waiting for her human, or a rabbit eating carrots peacefully, or something more like these examples? 

Animals have emotions just like humans. They too can feel. They can feel joy, can feel pain. 

Whoever has animals as their family ( I don't want to use the word 'pet'), and whoever has not any, I hope , they too can value the existence of the animals.

Animal testing - it has been continuing since Aristotle's time. But it has never been considered as a serious issue. No doubt, it is an inhuman job. Cruelty and selfishness are intimately involved with this.

Millions of animals get affected for this purpose. Uncountable numbers of animals are killed and injured in testing. For many reasons , even for medical research animals are used for testing.

They too cry in pain. They too get afraid tremendously for this torture. They can't understand what is happening to them.

I know, testing is an important factor in research and for the purpose of invention. But , would there be a huge damage in those great practices, if you show a pinch of kindness?

There is still a ray of hope that this is globally banned by many countries. But many are still continuing, mainly for cosmetic purposes, though sometimes they call it 'cruelty-free testing'(?). Alternative ways are already in the field. I hope those will be fruitful enough. 

We all are just creatures, created by the supreme positive energy. So, can we not live together with perfect synchrony?

Philosophy of Physical Love (A Realisation of an Individual)

(Just a personal thought, not making pollution against any individual)

Love reaches its universe through consummation. 

Sex - a word which generally creates a tickling sensation to the ears. Now-a-days it is as casual as the regular grammar. All are okay. But is it not true that sex itself is nothing but an art? It is not a random household chore. 

I'm not going to give any kind of sex education, though it should be a must-read chapter in our school-syllabus. Anyway that's a different issue.

Casual sex. Inspite of a tremendous research and study , I couldn't find any suitable and perfect definition of it. A sexual agreement which is obviously and strictly devoid of love.

Love, respect and pleasure - these are the keywords of sexual union. But if love gets eliminated, isn't it any kind of deal? Sex practice without love is just a deal, sometimes a deal for money, sometimes a deal of trust.

Sexual union is always connected with the soul. It's the exploration of the galaxy in the Beloved. Sometimes it reaches the spirituality (not talking about God's glory, but the touch of the serene positivity). This is neither a matter to be frowned upon nor a random frivolous plaything. 

The concept of casual sex or hook-up culture is the fruit of pseudo-intellect. You can not experience your sexuality with whom you do not love, or cannot share any erotic secret whom you do not trust. That person may not be your husband or partner, but must be a person on whom you have at least a little pinch of love of cupid. 

Love and sex both are related to purity, creation and peace, nothing else.

The Sunset Story

Moments will be spent with you in this way. The silent words always whispered my letters, but you remained unanswered. 

Sometimes, a message from you or a smile of yours makes me the happiest one. Sometimes, a depressed you breaks me in a devastating way. Without any reason I want to argue with you again, again just like those old pigeons. But, I never know, the 'causeless- Firefly' flies away into the dark wood. 

Okay, you don't have to be with me. It is enough that you are smiling in my WhatsApp's wallpaper. It is enough that you talk to me daily as I flip through my diary. It is enough that you are everywhere in my reverie. 

You aren't in my poems, actually you are 'Those'. 

You are my mirror, you know. No, this isn't the line from any love poem. Literally I see my shadow in you. That is why, may be, I will be loving you till eternity. That is why, may be, I will have to go away from you.

Love and loving wrath all get veiled day by day except the feeling, the feeling of thinking you the 'me'. Caressing all the good and bad ,that feeling will reach the horizon, will be mine only. 

You are free. 

But,

I will be waiting...