Godess Kali

Ram Chandra

This is a popular illustration scene of Ramayana.Marich disguised as a golden deer trying to escape Ram.

This is an illustration of  the great devotee and social reformer "Mirabai". She sacrificed her every worldly pleasure to the holy feet of lord Krishna.The life of Mirabai is an inspiration for all the devotees of Bhakti marg who face social threatenings in their everyday life.The Society in India has mostly been male dominated. The choice of woman to select her alliance or their will in a marriage is given very little attention.It was more pronunced during the time of Mirabai.
Born at Merta in Nagaur District of Rajasthan, Mirabai is known for her deep love for Krishna. When Mira was six years old, her mother gave her an idol of Krishna, whom she worshipped day and night. At the age of sixteen, her father's elder brother named Viram Deo fixed Mira's marriage with Prince Bhoj Raj, the eldest son of Rana Sanga of Chittor.

Though, she got married to him, but she never considered him to be her husband. For her, only Krishna was her husband. She was so much in love with Krishna that, she began neglecting her household duties and thus, she ruined her married life. A few years after her marriage, her husband died but Mirabai refused to commit Sati.

People are of the say that, when Mira turned 30, she left the palace and went to Vrindavana in Mathura. She spent most of her time praying and worshipping Lord Krishna. She kept wandering in search for enlightenment. Finally, she went to Dwarka. She went away but left behind her compositions, which consist of several songs and poems. Her love for Krishna was so deep that, it is said that, she got disappeared in the temple of Krishna in Dwarka.

The Stream of Life

Life...the essence of living
To breathe,to nourish,to create,
To exist on a common plain
And known no difference.
What if the world was this simple?
That the greatest life achievement,
The richest reward one could give
Was to reap and bestow love.
The water falls from the skies,
Nourishes the land,the living growth,
Creates a stream...creates life.
We bathe in its glory,
We shelter from its harshness,
And sweeten our lips with delight.
We taste the love in the same manner
Why do we not dance to the tune so simple
And seek for something else?

The poem of Happiness

It is such a joy
to feel really happy.
Your heart sings
Your feet dance
Your mind
sways in the wind.
The world is light
you float ona abreeze.
The world moves
to the rhythm of your joy
every note is sung
with the voice of contentment.

The Study Leave

            It really is a wonder that students like me also uses this term-study leave, where there is a little study and a lot of leave from the hustle -bustle of life. My part-II exam is 8 days away yet I cannot accrue enough grit to exert myself fully into study. This learning phase is essential to fetch a fine score. But alas! I am a good talker and not a reader. Few days ago, I received a message form Rahul(podder), one of my very good friends, regarding what we actually mean by a study leave. It is the leave from study. Aha ha ! what an idea sirji!. It also said what we do in this time-watching movies , munching snacks, computer games, orkut,  chatting, dating  and every other things but studies are to be on pause. I have enough time, I can complete it by tomorrow , It will hardly take an hour. But before this ”tomorrow or ”hour” strikes, it is the 11^th hour and may be we find ourselves repenting in the exam hall gazing at the question paper-“kash ek bar aur dekh liya hota!!!.It is the same always. And thus, the “average” never becomes the “good”.

            Take me for instance. Now I am sitting on the terrace, writing this article. I am writing because it supplies me with an exhaust pipe to escape the hurry-scurry reality. I come to the roof every afternoon trying to grapple with some disconcerting thoughts. The fresh air yields energy for my evening studies. I postpone my study schedule because shortly, I will be having tea with my family and watch a T.V. serial with them. Night will trod in. I will have my dinner, thinking like that of a philosopher, I may analyze the truth and validity of the education system. Because, the learning procedure is very much imposing for students like me. Days pass like this. And I am really nervous about all these.

            As it comes closer, nerves tremble, steps slip and blood pressure hikes. Other symptoms may include nausea, loss of appetite(not in my case),urge for sleep but sleeplessness, frequent urination, increased thirst, muscular fatigue, constipation or loose motion or both alternatively, strained eyes, nose bleeding(in severe cases) and mental breakdown are recurrent occurrences.

             All these symptoms are given the name of “Examphobia” and cause is “shirking the job”. Generally, it cures after the exam is over or postponed. But this disease, if stays for years, may immune the patients. In that case symptoms are not so pronounced. Instead, “carelessness, negative  lookout, ”accept as it comes “–type of attitude and escapism are observed. So, that was the medical analysis of a shirking student’s disease ”Examphobia” by an immuned patient(who is almost a zoologist). In terms of science, we have explanations, be it valid or not, for every happening in the world. We know about the disease, its cause and controls. But who cares??-we keep shirking and do whatever is forbidden. It interests us-gossips, poker games, romance, movies and parties. Books remain our never failing friends, Because we never complete reading them. And we would highly proclaim, ”I do not rely upon bookish knowledge.”.why of course! We do far better at the practicals. It is another way of shirk.

           It is really funny and satisfactory to complete the entire syllabus by a night and do a miracle at the exams. We do hope for the best and dream of coming out with flying colours with least efforts. But we seldom succeed. So what? we do na!! so cheers!!

            It is getting dark. I need to be back now. What I will be doing next is mentioned in the first page of the essay. Enjoy your study leave. Good bye!!!