Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Let the Freedom Sing The Choirs Of Illuminated Destiny!!

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Let the Freedom Sing The Choirs Of Illuminated Destiny!!
As I passed by unmindful,
Lost In my Own Thought World
This toddler broke into it
With is adorable laughter

Shaken to the reality from my trance
I paused and watched its impeccable innocence
Half naked, as it offered the passersby
With its little hand, Independence Day badges
With a mixed bags of feelings, hurt a bit and delighted too
As I moved by its charm, twinkling eyes and heavenly mirth
One side of my heart sang a melancholy song of grim reality
While the other side rippled, with the show of its 
tiny pearly whites

Dear Freedom, if you are not just a Myth
If You Really Bring Light
If You Really Illuminate Destinies
My hearty urge is...
Sing the Choirs of Brightened Lives, This Time
Keeping intact the innocence smiles
On The Faces of Those who are yet to overcome darkness
But Dare to face them, head on with  nerve!

This Toddler trace-passed my heart  with its impeccable innocence...No words to describe The Feel. Yah!! Lets Ponder over the grim reality which must be having a sweet reality lost somewhere.....
Happy Independence Day To All!!  

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Chita Lagi Amavashya – An Auspicious Day Adorning Lord Jagannath with A Golden Mark On His Forehead!!

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Chita Lagi Amavashya – An Auspicious Day Adorning Lord Jagannath with A Golden Mark On His Forehead!!

Odisha is state of profound traditional cultures and rich heritages. In Odia we have a saying “Bara masare tera parab” which literally means in 12 months of a Calendar there are at least 13 major festivals. It actually means that Odias observe many festivals apart from major festivals like Holi, Dasserah, Diwali etc. Another thing is in Odisha many festivals are associated with Lord Jagannath whose divine abode is Neelachal Dham i’e. Puri Jagannath Temple. Chitalagi Amavasya or Chitou Amavasya  which falls on the new-moon day of the shravana is one of such festivals dedicated to the Lord Jagannath.
Actually Lord Jagannath is not only the presiding deity of Odisha but also the LIVING GOD of it. His every activity, small or large, is celebrated as a festival in Odisha.  
Today is Chitalagi (Chitau)  Amavasya observed in the Shraban or Shravan month in Orissa. It is associated with the Jagannath worship in this eastern state of India. On the Chitalagi Amavasya day, a special ritual is performed at Puri Jagannath Temple. The forehead of the Lord  Jagannath along with his elder brother Balabhadra and younger sister Goddess Subhadra is adorned with a Golden Mark known as Chitta.
As I have already stated that every activity of lords celebrated as a festival, this is also an activity of the lords.  During Rath Yatra,  when the Lords travel on the Raths (Chariot) on public roads  for nine days of visit to Gundicha temple (Their AUNT’S place) the golden semblance on the forehead of Lords are taken out. Then again the Golden Mark is decked to the forehead of the Lords on this auspicious day of Chita Lagi Amavashya.

No Odia festival goes by without a dish or delicacy exclusively associated with it.  How come this Chitta Lagi Amavashya be an exception!! A special delicacy known as Chitau Pitha is offered as prasada/bhoga for the Deities at SriMandir this day. 
It is also prepared on the day at almost all households and homes. It’s a simple delicacy made out of a batter of soaked rice and coconut and served with toppings of caramelized grated coconut, jaggery or just grated coconut. But it symbolizes a great culture of Odisha. And trust me it tastes great too. 
In rural areas this is more or less observed as an agricultural festival. On this occasion the farmers worship the paddy-fields. After a purifying bath in the morning they go to their respective paddy-fields with Chittau Pitha (Pan Cakes made out of the batter of Soaked rice and grated coconut), flowers, milk etc and pray the fields to yield a good crop.

However it is an important festival in Puri Jagannath Temple.  ‘Chita’ or decorating Lord Jagannath’s forehead with a golden mark is the main ritual of this Amabasya in Puri Jagannath Temple. Chitou Pitha’, a special rice recipe, is offered to Lord Jagannath on this day.

On the other hand Chitalagi Amavasya is observed as Hariyali Amavasya in North India, Chukkala Amavasya in Andhra Pradesh, Gatari Amavas in Maharashtra, Bhimana Amavasyaor Diwasi Gauri Puja in Karnataka.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

The Unspoken pain!!

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If you can hear the whimper  
Of these suddenly amputated trees
Or the sobs of the cut and separated
Branches that are lying under it
I’m sure you can never cut any relationship, abruptly
That might tear and split the hearts
That remains clueless in the other end

Hurt, broken and ruined, unfortunately!!


I know, its a compulsion to cut the wild branches of trees that are grown in and around the human dwelling places given to the risk that the branches can be life threatening at times especially in rainy season when sudden wind and storm is rather expected, but from the point of a TREE,  its one of the most unfair things that's done to it. 
Moreover they are cut suddenly. Isn't in life when we are cut of from some relationships, no matter they are needed or not, we get hurt terribly especially when we are clueless about it?? 
Just Wondered !!! 

Wednesday, August 1, 2018


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I thought Life is about chasing your dreams
And having mine, I took the trip and tread ahead
On my way I met up wonderful people
But Alas!! I left them at the back instead                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
The sky was filled with melodies of laughter
And the path was adorned with beautiful things
But I choose to ignore and focus on journey instead
In search for SUCCESS – My cherished dream

The journey was long & with companions few
I stepped at the top, thinking of a splendour sight
Alas! It wasn’t at all the land I had in my view
As it seemed to be the land of torn wind chimes

Bewildered, I stood amidst the barren land
Surrounded by leafless trees and flowerless meadows
Suddenly heard I a mysterious voice from back
 “Why Stupid Girl, Why are you Here?”

For SUCCESS – I knew the answer
But I couldn’t utter it…why I wonder
It seemed as if I Chased an illusion
And lost my natural innocence and laughter
The journey had happiness and sorrow
But I chose not to live them in right measure
I felt, reaching destination would be the first
Then I can live and treasure

I was wrong
Since Life is about living the moments
As success or achievement are not the ends
We must walk together and run slow
To Live, Love and Laugh
As Life has its Natural Charm & warmth.

Saturday, July 14, 2018


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The Bewildered Little Being
Was amused, by the slurs from its surrounding
What makes people Love its little friend?
Who looks like as if half baked in a microwave oven?
And what goes wrong when they spot him
They frowned As if he has committed a grave sin?

It didn’t take a galore of time  
For the tiny wondering soul to learn
That its only felony was, to be born
With a melanoid-ebony skin tone

It wondered, hadn’t their mothers taught them
That black is just a colour and not a sin?
We all are humans under the sun
With flawless souls and beautiful hearts within?

And then the tiny lips uttered heavy words
“I’ll crack open a book to record this as fact
That some might are born farther from sun
While some are closure to its warmth
The outer layer is white or tanned
That nothing but the amount of melanin
That separates you from me
That something the world must see
That under the derma, there no dividing line is
To discriminate between, we human beings”

I wish we had high definitions lenses
In Our Eyes
To look beyond the human skin tone
That there exists a beautiful heart
Whether the outer layer is

White Or Black


Monday, June 25, 2018

Past Can't Be Deleted But Can Be Diluted

Life... Is full of memories, Good and Bad!! 
Often we treasure good ones
We brood-over the bad ones.
We must understand,
Past cannot be "Deleted" ever
it can be "Diluted", However,

With good things, Good Memories of today!
Let’s not focus on Bad things happened to us...
Let’s look at Good things around instead!!   

- Tina Acharya

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

The Leader – A Fiction of a Non-Fiction Tale

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The Leader – A Fiction of a Non-Fiction Tale

Disclaimer – Let me clear it in the beginning that I am not a typical book reviewer. In fact I’m a choosy reader too even though I claim myself an avid reader. For me a book is fantastic if is able to hold my spirit till end as I easily get bored and fatigued otherwise.

“The Leader By N.S. RAVI Sir is indeed a wonderful book, Trust me I finished it in one breathe.”

The Leader By N.S.RAVI

It is said that never judge a book from its cover. But it doesn’t hold true in case of the book THE LEADER. Seriously, the cover itself had a very positive impact on me and enticed me to skim through the pages inside ASAP. Moreover my niece Jyotsna who is staying at our place these days - who is typically a non-reader -  also liked the cover and now interested to scan through the pages too.

The Story

While reading the first few pages, the book reminded me Abhishek Bachchan and Aishwaya Roy Starter Movie GURU. The entire story of The Leader revolves around the time line of the infamously famous event Textile Strike of 1982’in Bombay”. This iniquitous event had caused the city Bombay - with a population of fifty million - practically lost a whole industry as more than 70 factories were closed forever, 250 thousand families lost their livelihood and 2 percent of the entire population was affected by it.

Clearly, it’s an event that would naturally create an inquisitiveness that deserved a detail exploration.  However it’s really challenging to craft a fiction on a non-fiction tale. But being a hardcore Textile Professional most of his life N.S.Ravi Sir has written it with Precision and Lucidity while holding enthuse of the reader through his beautiful language skill. Having the setting of Bombay in 80s, the story has been well crafted, the plot has been well spread and characters are well developed. The entire theme has been well researched with minute precision in terms of happenings and information. The best thing about the book is even if it’s a fiction but Author Ravi sir has depicted the human emotions, anger, sadness, love, indifference, hatred, manipulations, success, failure etc with utmost realistic and sensible way.  
Nuranis Ravi
Connect with him HERE   
 Even if the genre might not be appealing to many but it’s worth picking up this book because gliding through pages would appear like as if the author himself is narrating the story sitting before. Amazingly gripping and involving, beautiful storytelling and excellent language and words skill, The Leader is definitely one of my best read book. I loved it  immensely.  
I could not find any flop side of the book. This book is a great piece in itself. 
I am glad that I received an author signed copy of the same. :)   

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Monday, June 11, 2018


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Recently, while passing-by the road at Inorbit square Vashi, my attentions were caught by the laud giggles of these kids.  As I turned around to see, I saw these kids were laughing at each other’s talk while carrying books on their shoulders or heads for selling.  Though the inner I didn't like these hard realities of children being burdened with heavy bags on their shoulders – whether they are school going kids having weighty school bags or kids who sell stuffs carrying on their back at the roar sides, but I couldn't prevent the smile that flickered on my face looking at the carefree laughter of innocence. It seemed their bare feet and loaded shoulders with heavy bags – of fight for survival of course - have made them well learnt to carry the responsibility of their own life. 
Truly LIFE is the best institution as well as best teacher.  The frame may be pensive but the buzzer of their laughter was truly delighting. Isn’t it??

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Crazy Creepers

Crazy Creepers

The craziness of creepers often fascinates me.
They are soft and tender,
Not even able to stand erect of their own.
But no obstacles, weakness ever stop them to grow....
No matter in what direction.
The beauty in their crawling is also so captivating...
I love creepers for their Craziness.
Shouldn’t we exhibit such kind of wildness sometimes…??
I Wonder….

Friday, May 25, 2018

#FridayFeeling: Random Thoughts

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Sometime why we like something or love someone is beyond any explanation!! 
Can we put everything within the constraints of counted alphabets of any language?
There are things in life that escape definition or descriptions! 
Love and treasure those feelings and things without looking for any name or meaning.
Human being is yet to find alphabets to describe or define every feelings of the human heart

Tuesday, May 22, 2018


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We know every photo has a story behind, So also every SELFIE. The Selfie I am talking about here is not very ideal one in terms of its photogenic attributes.  But this one is very close to us since it was a moment which we hardly had imagined that it would come…
Here is why…
5th November 2017,
In the evening my hubby brought an oppo A37, for my just-into-teens son, the first smart phone of his life. Even though we never liked our teenaged son to have his own smart phone so early in his life, but since he was going out for a week for his school trip, so we didn’t have an option than to get a phone for him. He was in the clouds nine. We were out to celebrate his specially moment “Hola, Finally I got a phone of my own!!” with a family dinner at our favourite restaurant. That’s when my hubby’s phone rang that changed the colour of his face. After the call he seemed terribly upset.  Sensing something awfully wrong I didn’t dare to ask him anything that moment Seeing the change of his mood, we decided to end our celebration abruptly.
We reached home. Then he revealed what had gone wrong. Following a suddenly developed severe stomach pain my 72 year old father-in-Law had been admitted to Apollo Hospital Bhubaneswar. Doctor had advised an emergency operation. It was scheduled to be done around 12.30 a.m. that day itself.
I know life is unpredictable. But that was something erratically unpredictable.  Just a day before I had a hearty talk with him in his B-day.
Well, we were at Mumbai. So other than praying we didn’t have any option to do anything.
Next morning, we heard Doctors weren’t hopeful for his survival as he was already 70plus ever if the surgery was successful. The next 72 hours were extremely significant as that would decide his fate depending upon "how his body was responding to the recovery". 

Next morning My son Pupun left for his school trip to Rajasthan, The day after I left for Odisha.
As I saw him lying on the bed in the ICU, a beat skipped my heart. He just tried to smile and enquired about his son and grandson.
The days passed-by. He was still in ICU. After a week, my son -after returning from his trip - and my hubby travelled to Odisha.
It was already more than 10 days in ICU but still doctors weren’t hopeful for his survival. After 15+days in ICU, he was finally shifted to a private room in the hospital.  By that time my Father-in-law was able to speak few words. In the room only both Grandson and Grandfather could meet for the first time.
After their wordless exchange of emotion, my Son told him, “Dadu, Jaldi se thik ho jao, I want to have a SELFIE with You with your perfect and signature style smile in My Grand New Phone. And then we will play cards, you remember right, last time you had won by 2 points. This time, be prepared to be defeated.”
 I don’t know what did this Grandpa-son duo communicate that moment, but Doctor had told us that probably those were his last few days. And you know what; it’s really terrible to go through such times. Even my Mother-in-Law had dried eyes as she realised that its impossible to escape the Inevitable.  
Well, after two days we had our flights to Mumbai. My hubby had some professional compulsion which couldn’t be avoided. It was tough to leave him like that. However in the back of our minds we were prepared to hear “Anything Uncanny” and rush to Odisha at any moment.
In our last visit to hospital before our return to Mumbai, my son told him in his ear “Dadu, Mumbai Ja raha huin, Next time I visit, Be ready with your smile for the SELFIE…Okay.”It was a poignant & heart-rending moment for us inexpressible in words
Thank God, Things changed. He was discharged from the hospital after a week and brought to home. He had shown positive developments and responded well to the treatment.
We were happy hearing his improvement day-by-day.  Soon, the thought of losing him vanished from our thoughts.
On 3rd March, 2018, we reached Bhubaneswar airport. Our trip was to attend the marriage ceremony of my niece at Cuttack. We board an Ola and straight away headed to my in-laws place at Outskirt of Bhubaneswar.  
As we reached, My Mother-In-Law opened the door while My Ex Army Hero  Baba (FIL) greeted us with Broad smile. He was sitting on the floor and watching TV
I can’t say how much we had missed his Signature Style Smile!!! It was an AWESOME MOMENT!!!
Then He asked my son to have a SELFIE immediately even before he had removed the shoes. My God!! He had registered my son’s words!!!
And That Was the MOMENT Captured in this SELFIE!! 
Now he is fit and fine and ready to take challenges from his grand children as many times. Now isn’t it AMAZING!!!

I agree it’s not a PERFECT SELFIE. But as I was surfing my Album for the SELFIES for this activity, I felt This One Only had captured the PRECISE, MOST PERFECT MOMENT and FROZEN it in time forever. Yah…Seriously….!!!

Out of the numerous selfies in My Album this one is most close to my heart. I wish, that time we had the option of Mobiistar, then we would have given it to Our SON and he would have taken a PERFECT Selfie For this Most Perfect Moment!!  Mobiistar indeed  has invested efforts on mobile technology adoption and expanding selfie experience for India. With its DUAL SELFIE camera comes up with high quality technology that helps capturing Perfect SELFIES. And the best thing is it is affordable and economical. Isn’t it affordability of Quality without Compromising on price?? 
Now We can #EnjoyMore With #mobiistar.