My Leader

I never believed wrapping with MBA degree, polished English communication, Show-of-Attitude, Master-Slave mentality towards subordinate finally gives birth of a real "Leader". To my life, truly I have seen a "Leader" fortunately from my college days.

...Our Leader was always with us in critical flood relief days as our mentor, and always with us in sleepless nights in flood-water-clad west-Bengal remote villages, with distressed villagers, while supplying food, clothes & medication.
...He has been always been with us with in all our odd queries, straight cut thoughts, transparent communications & gave us motivations to be true from soul.
...He has also been very rude sometimes, while we lacked our responsibility, delayed.
...He always shared us real life wisdom to accept fault & share the real truth boldly without finding escape route!
...He has shared endless love, late night group sessions & motivation to fight with life in any critical situation fearlessly.
We feel very lucky, that We came contact with this Ramakrishna Mission Monk, as our true 'Leader' early of my teenage & have spent so much quality time.

Happy Friendship Day

It was Late 2007 of Hyderabad, the Nizam's city. It was hectic yet excitement days of my perfect 'unmarried' lifestyle, as I was engaged in 2 projects simultaneously, one at day long & one at night sometimes !! The interfacing 'sleeping-time' was really challenging, yet I convinced myself to manage it as a part-n-parcel of growth & knowledge!

But Life is not all about deployment, integration, support & escalations !! Life is finally about relationships to me. I was missing quality friendship-time to which I can share my thoughts, to which I will lend my ear to know some insights, to few from which I will burst into laughter by some mischievous jokes. I was missing group of friends comments over my writing, to develop more. But Life has been carried away flow like a relay-race between Office-PG-Dinner-Sleep-Office ... all this permutation & combinations!

Suddenly I was introduced to the world of "Orkut"... "Communities" ... "comments"... "Scraps" !! A new horizon indeed. I started 'writing' again on the 'on line-communities' as writing was always my passion throughout. And I noticed "A Girl with 2 yellow flower" profile comes like an intruder to my page, makes critical comments, some times positive, most of the time fault finding & then disappeared. A mysterious girl indeed !!

We met finally in Orkut, as it was long distance relationship. We started chatting. & It goes on. We shared our personal limitations, challenges & dreams. Finally my days started being meaningful in the color of friendship too in the "Charminar City"!

After one year of chatting, not meeting physically at all, We took decision, Yes we want to be friend till the moment we will feel for!!
Next year, there was a formal announcement of our friendship, a celebration of typical Bengali public dinner, as well as few of the rituals too. Oh yes, a legal contract paper formalities too!
Yes we got married!!

5 years passed. Since last five years, this friendship had beard a lot of shades. Its not only sweet & dreamy like typical romantic Bengali/Hindi movies, rather a lot of arguments, dissimilarities, contrast but still committed, dedicated & transparent.

Yes I know, My odd hour office job, 24x7 commitments, my passions to literature & seating in writing table in off-hours, my commitments to Ramakrishna mission for some social activities, My addiction to travel in Jungle to Himalayas as well as new places to new people has snatched a more quality time to spend with her. Her 24x7 ownership with family responsibilities, quality time for our baby's education as well as upbringing, made her obvious distant too, with the passage of time.

But still we know, we are there, in our critical times to motivate each other, to discuss for a tough decision, to be open in communication to avoid any mistrust, unfriendliness or miscommunication.

Let's enjoy being with our committed friends... . Let's explore more committed friendship too, in life.

Happy Friendship day, to all my friends.

(Written on Friendship Day, 2014)

A Junglee Journey

I started walking through the less traveled path! It was just few more moments to touch Dusk. Darjeeling sky was about to rap a Dark shawl over deemed yellowish twilight. Sun was about to take retirement after a day's glamor. It was the time to open the window of Moon. The Moon-lit was about to spread over the Hill-station then.
There was only foggy vision, muddy path & wet greenery around. I came to know prior, Darjeeling jungles is famous for "Cheetah" !! So That option came closed to me in my mind, if... that jungle-terror comes to my path now, what's next? But I had no other options then, Till the dead end of the path, as I walked too far from the starting point!!

Suddenly I saw them !! 2 were coming !! Not Cheetah !! 2 guys, young chap, with the smell of strong cigar ! Is it Ganja? Or Charas? I could not detect them. They stared at me with awe eyes !! I speed-ed my legs instead of sharing more pause to them. They called me ... "hey man, Listen !!'
I had to stop as they came to me.
"who are you? why are you in this path in this time?"
"I am a traveler.I am going to Roy Villa. I am just exploring this path". They just measured me with their squeezed Nepali eyes. and said "Roy Villa? That Ramakrishna Mission? Are you staying there?"
"No I came here from Kolkata" .
"Oh Ok, I know that place, Roy Villa. my sister goes there for study. Listen man, this road is not good for you like outsider. No common man comes here this time. Anything can happen. Snatching, ransack even sudden attack from beast !! Just speed up & reach to Roy Villa, Its not Far more".

I thanked them... and increased my speed. The insects sound, sound of jungle-silence, Dark shadows of trees... made me run to Roy Villa. Yes, Finally I saw the building,my Destination & my One & half hour trekking ended here through this dark evening. After some time, I came to the Balcony of Roy-Villa, where Sister Nivedita, the great soul, used to spend during has life's las few days. I looked at Himalayas in front of me. It stood like age old mysterious Wall of Asia. It was clear Moon Lit night. It was Clear "Kanchenjunga" too. I felt, I am in heaven !!

I remembered my mothers saying in my teenage, "to reach to heaven, always we need to travel through Hell" !!
Yes, I understood this ... !!