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ମୁଁ ବିଦ୍ରୋହୀ...
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ଲାଲ ସଲାମ … ଲାଲ ସଲାମ… ଲାଲ ସଲାମ… ମୁଁ ବିଦ୍ରୋହ, ମୁଁ ବିଦ୍ରୋହୀ ମୁଁ କଲମ ର କାଳୀ, ମୁଁ ସେହି କାଳୀ ରେ ଲେଖା ଯାଇଥିବା କବିତା ମୁଁ ସତ୍ୟ, ମୁଁ ସାହସ ମୁଁ ଅମାବାସ୍ୟା ର ଚନ୍ଦ୍ର, ଆଉ ମୁଁ ପାହାନ୍ତି ସୁରୁଜ ମୁଁ ରାତି, ମୁଁ ରାତ୍ରି ର ପ୍ରହରୀ ମୁଁ କୋଣାର୍କ, ମୁଁ 12 ଶହ ବଢେଇ ଙ୍କ ସ୍ଵାଭିମାନ ରକ୍ଷକାରି ଧର୍ମପଦ ମୁଁ ଅହିଂଶା , ମୁଁ ମହାତ୍ମା ଆଉ ବିବେକାନନ୍ଦ ମୁଁ ବିଦ୍ରୋହ, ଆଉ ମୁଁ ନେତାଜୀ ଆଉ ଭଗତ ମୁଁ ବିଦ୍ରୋହ , ମୁଁ ବକ୍ସି ଆଉ ରାଜଗୁରୁ ମୁଁ ବିଦ୍ରୋହ, ମୁଁ ପୁଣି ମାଣ୍ଟୋ…
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Letter to the Unknown
Letter to the Unknown
I may be wrong in my emotions, I may look weird, I may be unfit for your reciprocation, But I am not fake Genuineness is what my feelings are, From the shades of tree to the cool breeze. Everything that you feel real , I carry with my emotions. I am the subtotal of empathy, An unending sentence. I am just a different path, You may not choose. I am just a wish, You never wished for.
But remember Th…
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Hide and Seek
Never ever I tried to play with the beast Its roar though rhythmic gives me goose bumps It’s like the piano and the waves act like the keys I tried calling it, the voice dissolved with its roar
While trying to build a connection, I saw a little crow With all its ease, playing around Happiness is the freedom it has Happiness is the carefree life it enjoys Hardly it used the wings The tiny jumps…
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Off late the surgical strikes of Indian Army has been making news and after Saheed Hanumant Thappa Indian Army has gone viral in social media. In some places as the social media shows, BJP made posters on election campaign, Mr Kejriwal asked the PM to provide proofs of the attack and Congress released cross LOC attacks in public. The Uri attack and our return fire made lot of us little patriotic and what’s app also flooded with a candle wala DP and many forwarded messages.
Being a silent watcher of those activities I visited Srinagar, Leh, Nubra, Turtuk and Pangong where every single day and every single hour I saw a numbers of Indian Army personnel, their camps, their trucks, rocket launcherss and many things which I want to share it here.
First of all, above all bullets and kinds of guns, there lies a lot of artists. All army camps I went across during my visit are colorful. Beautifully decorated, well maintained and clean. I was amazed to see their cretivity and trust on my words, the arial view of any army camp of these places I mentioned will give a natural smile in your eyes.
There creativity is not only limited to colors but also in terms of words. All the camps are beautifully named and some mountains are creatively carved with those names along with the tricolor. There comes BRO; a Familiar name you will see in every hundred meter with signage and boards. Its not the gen X term ‘Yes Bro’ kind of stuff rather an organisation originated from Indian Army. Officially known as Border Roads Organization (BRO) has been mainting and developing roads across borders in India. The people are so creative, every hundred metre you will see some funny, witty, informative and useful messages on road safety and cleanliness. And let me tell you, you can’t avoid reading them even if you are at a speed of 80km or more. They will hold ur nerves and put pressure on your right hand to lessen the accelerator.
Some messages are like
“Don’t be a Gama, in the land of Lama”
“Drinking whisky, driving risky”
“Do not gossip, let him drive”
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Above all, I have never seen any armed force or security agency so much hospitable. While crossing the hilly difficult terrains, amidst all tension and adventure what makes you smile is, you salute any army truck or jeepsy or any officer on he way, they will revert back with saluting you back and with a million dollar smile. They will give you ways to pass the roads safely. When there is jamming, first they will make your ways clear and then they will move. Remember the tracks might carry cooked food, water or fuel for the jawans at the base or at different check posts. They make sure, you travel safe. They are more hospitable than any service industry. Can you see the softer hearts behind the tough soldiers??? I did every time during the trip.
Now let me come to the point what I have been waiting to spell out loud. I was crossing a check post and got time to interact few army personnel. It was on my way to the northern most village of India, Turtuk which was once a part of India. The check post was in the valley where, on the west, there was Pakistan just a mountain away and on the east, there was China again a mountain away. It was near the Siachen glaciers and the Hanumant Thappa point was not very far from the check post. They narrated till 1971 that post was under Pakistan and we won that during 1971 war. The valley was freaking beautiful and I was amazed to know, they remain their round the year no matter how cold it is. This is the condition of all such check posts and all such base camps. And in winter the temperature go beyond zero degree and they experience that for the sake of serving the country.
I wanted to hug few of them and let them know how proud I am feeling. But it was lunch time and they said to meet them while coming back. I crossed the check post and visited the last Indian Village Turtuk. It was worth achieving. The village is one of the beautiful experience I had during my trip. The children are most beautiful in India as many previous visitors say. These Balti tribe children are with blue eyes and blond hairs. The army has set up schools there till class 12th and you can see some children going to such schools in army trucks in fact. They will wave their hands to the visitors and with a cute smile and that will give you goosebumps.
While coming back, I crossed the same check post and I saw new army personnel and I asked for the familiar name I had met few hours before while crossing the post. The tall dark smiling face came from the down the bridge with a camouflage T-shirt and was looking fresh after his lunch. I shaken hands, we talked again. I asked his well-being. He reverted with the same. But why he is so important and why I am mentioning about him is something that will make you little emotional.
He was nonother than, an Odia bhai from a southern odisha city. Thousands miles away, when I was fascinated about Indian Army, I met this man with an Insass and when he saw my passport started talking to me in Odia. What could be more proud moment for me !!!
It felt, each member of Indian Army is someone from my family, my city, my state. They are just like us. They never bothered about what we post social media. Not bothered about what political parties claim on their victory and efforts. They don’t bother about how much salary our corporate employees get and how much they deserve. They stay with limited connectivity, limited food, limited resources, limited options. But they don’t complain. They do not show their outrage in Facebook or through open letters. They just stand there, putting their life in stake, keeping the family away, entertaining oneself with nature and with memories.
I have taken a lot of pictures and selfies during the trip but this is my personal favorite. A selfie with the man himself, can’t mention his name. I hugged him and said we all are proud of them. I hugged his friends as well.
I crossed the check post and moved ahead waving a salute and getting few in return, saw a series of army trucks few meters later and I was murmuring the song in mind.
“Kandhe se milte hain kandhein, Kadmo se kada Milte hain, Hum Chalte hain toh aise jab, Dil dushman ke hilte hain”
Happily…
Rough roads, beautiful memories Off late the surgical strikes of Indian Army has been making news and after Saheed Hanumant Thappa Indian Army has gone viral in social media.
India Surf Festival : One Fest Many Hues
India Surf Festival : One Fest Many Hues
The fifth edition of India Surf Festival was a beautiful amalgamation of arts, sports and tourism that attracted water athletes and visitors from around the globe
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Kneeling on the surf boards, putting the paddle in front and focusing while standing up gently with both legs apart, bending the knees slightly and pushing forward on the water, taking on the ripples with the focus of…
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Voice of the Valley
Voice of the Valley
I am Srinagar A misspelled word Not once, time n again Used abused and misused Like never before. They came, they saw and they conquered me On their own wishes And own style. Not even once I could say what I wanted to. My voice was curtailed With bullets or landmines and now the palet guns, I don’t know who is a militant or army or who has what, AK 47 or 56 I took them all In my chest. Every…
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With every passing day I discover a new in me. I change like the time flies Perhaps as if we compete The change is constant With a new obsession A new me..
The age old theory of Darwin We evolve, we grow, we change We cry we shout and we scream We seek, we fight, we achieve We smile, being content like a winner What we ultimately conquor Is a new Obsession We are humans
Who is Buddha or Vivekananda A human, a saint or god A belief or a force What made them immortal Just a propaganda ??? Oh yes, The energy The power to diminish the obsession
Look around People by your sides From Hilary to trump From Osama to Obama Modi to Mamta You, me, and everyone Are we good enough With our thoughts With the values we carry With the message we spread The paths we follow Are not we victims Of hipocricy And arrogance Rather collective obsession.
Ever tried looking at things you love most Ever looked at your best moments Ever thought about your biggest achievements The best gift, the favorite dress, last holiday trip, Memorable birthday celebration, That match when sachin scored 200 The one Sourav took off the T-shirt All belongingness The nostalgia moments The #tags and all checked-ins You know what!!!! Didn’t you realised ??? Well, yes. You are obsessed.
Now don’t get surprised Of all obsessions you have in life Some I reminded and some you are connecting now Do you think it to be wrong Being obsessed ? Do you think you are poised with mere obsessions in life. Hold on your breaths. Just another few seconds Let me make it loud. You are normal Not insane Not poised Neither at fault Intentionally or being innocent Just feel free and normal. Because Things what we call Obsession Is just another Synonyms of life You are obssesed Means, be happy. Be content. And thank your God or Allah or Ram. You are OBSESSED. You are ALIVE
Happily…
Obsession is bliss With every passing day I discover a new in me. I change like the time flies…
A Date With Dutee
A Date With Dutee
The weather was cloudy but I wasn’t waiting for the rains. I was inside the huge open air corridor of Hyderabad’s Pulela Gopichand Badminton Academy, excited to meet the fastest woman of India, sprint queen Dutee Chand. The rains poured and my heart thundered in my ears as I saw her entering the academy compound. My ‘date’ with Dutee was about to begin…
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ଚିଠି ର ଚିଠି
ସାଇକେଲର ଘଂଟି ବାଜିଲା ବେଳକୁ ଖୁସି କହିଲେ ନ ସରେ ମାଟିଆ ରଂଗର ଖାକି ପୋଷାକ ପିନ୍ଧା ମଉସାର ସାଇକେଲର କେଁକଟର ଶଦ୍ଦ ରାୟ ବାବୁ, ଚିଠି ଆସିଛି ବାସ୍ ସେତିକି । ସେ ଖୁସିର ପରିଭାଷା ନିର୍ଣ୍ଣୟ କରିବାର ସତ ସାହାସ ବୋଧେ ଆଜି ନାହିଁ
କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଏ କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଭି ଆଉ କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଜେଡର ପରିଧିରୁ ବହୁତ ଉଦ୍ଧ୍ୱର୍ରେ ଚିଠିର ପରିଭାଷା କେତେ କେତେ ଅଧା ଲେଖା କାଗଜର ଟୁକୁଡା, ପରେ ଡଙ୍ଗା ହୋଇ ଓଳି ତଳ ପାଣିରେ ବହି ଯାଇଛି
କେବେ ଭାବିଛ ପୁଅର ପ୍ରଥମ ଚାକିରୀର ମନିଅର୍ଡରରେ ଆସିଥିବା ଟଙ୍କା ତାକୁ…
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ବିଜେତା ଆଉ ବାଜିଗର
କେବେ ବିନା କାରଣ ରେ ଖୁସି ହୋଇଛନ୍ତି କେବେ ବିନା ଲୁହରେ କାନ୍ଦିଛନ୍ତି କେବେ ନିଜ ଅସହାୟତାକୁ ଉପଭୋଗ କରିଛନ୍ତି ଜୀବନରେ ଅନେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ଉତ୍ତର ଖୋଜିବା ନିରର୍ଥକ ସମୟର ପଥରେ ଆମେ ସହଚାରୀ କେବେ ଅବାଟୁଆ ଆଉ କେବେ ଦିଶାହରା ବାଟରେ ଚାଲୁ ଚାଲୁ କେବେ କେବେ ପୁଣି ନୂତନ ପଥର ସନ୍ଧାନ ଓ କେବେ ଏକ ବିବର୍ତ୍ତନ କେବେ ଭଲପାଇଛନ୍ତି ପ୍ରକୃତିକୁ ଯଦି ହଁ ତେବେ ଅନୁଭବ କରିଛନ୍ତି ତାର ଘୁମୁରି ଘୁମୁରି କାନ୍ଦଣା !! ଅନେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ବାଣ ଆଉ ଦ୍ଵନ୍ଦର ପରିସୀମା ବାହାରେ ପିଲାଦିନ ବୋହୁଚୋରି…
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Life Simplified
The wind spread across the coast Said few words, In it’s silence. No matter how complicated life is, Just follow me.
The sands Could make it simple and sweet Be it the confusions of life Or relationships It is needed, the believe & trust to keep it running to make it loving.
Come… Have bath at my courtyard Let me wash your stress Let me clean you From sorrows and agony.
From the Horizon A voice…
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One Night inside JNU
One Night inside JNU
I was getting late for my morning flight so I had to leave the gathering and meeting early. After a 15 Minute walk loaded with heavy thoughts to pen down this article, I reached the Gate No 1 of JNU. It was almost 3am at the night. To my surprise almost a huge herd of media persons with camera and boom were standing and trying to get some sneak peak of incidents happening inside JNU. Few of them…
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Rejoicing the Rejection
Rejoicing Rejection : Story of Akankshya
“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.”
Some says ‘Marriages are made in Heaven’. Does it really happen?? Well if that is so, then why does all break up stories starts with a promise to hold hands forever!!! Why don’t they abide by this saying and hearts break!! Whatever, we won’t go deep into the thought rather let’s listen to a story. Story of…
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I am not proud to be an ODIA
It was 20 January 2012. I was in Delhi during my first ever trip to national capital. I was roaming around the select city mall and got into one tour and travel agency as I had some query regarding currency exchange. One of the 4 girls helped me and was clearing my confusions while I was surprised to listen someone speaking over phone in odia. One among the three other girls I spotted someone…
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DIMINISHING DESIRES
The helplessness of limitless desires Desire to be loved unconditionally Desire to live with no regrets Desire to accomplish untied desires Desire to fly high… higher .. highest I am knotted up in desires.
Let’s open the doors and windows Of lost soul and make it free Let’s free the breathing From the pressure of life Let the broken pieces mend Without the fear of breaking again Let’s be honest…
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The Irony Of A Festival That Celebrates Menstruation
The Irony Of A Festival That Celebrates Menstruation
Ibelong to a rather poor state and the State government often demands funds from the Centre to alleviate this dire issue of poverty. When I say poor, there is a lot that can be added to this definition of poverty. A state which is infamous for witchcraft and the violence on women leading to murders has a long way to go before it sees a change in the mind sets of people. This state is still…
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Into the Blue
The clouds and flowing against the wind The irritating sounds of the diesel engine The cotravellers and their highness I was sailing consciously with subconscious mind I felt indifferent with the little tides Striking along the boat and giving me Goosebumps
It roared, the thunder peeped out The empty bottle of tuborg and kingfisher Looking at different shades of sunglasses I thought if i could…
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