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Name: Priyankari Sengupta
Home: Kolkata, West Bengal, India
About Me: I love being myself. A lover of arts, literature, beauty, nature and open space. A deep observer of human nature, I like to think differently. I love to dream, love life and its varied colors.
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Saturday, September 08, 2007
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| The Unseen
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Life changes, how fast, how subtly.... Leading you through unseen roads, unfelt desires. Sometimes I wonder, how greatly luck plays a part in our lives. It just makes or breaks a person. This world, which has done away with the hierarchical structures, has produced more beggars than yesterworld. Yet, the only difference between the child searching the garbage car for some rotten food and me, traveling to a plush office, is only that of luck ... just was too lucky to have been born to a middle-class family and the child just too unlucky to be poor!
But no one has seen tomorrow. What if I am unlucky any day to lose suddenly all my fortunes? Cases as such abound in everyday's newspapers, for example the situation of Geetanjali Nagpal, who used to walk the ramp with Sushmita Sen ... Such small observations of life often leave me shuddering ...
It's such an irony co-exixting ... in an age when man is believed to create his own destiny, luck subtly pulls the strings in the background! |
posted by Priyankari @ 10:37 PM
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Saturday, March 17, 2007
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| Wish you be with me through all phases of my life!
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In this life of running fast and faster, "I" was somewhat getting lost in the wilderness! In the rush of the office hours, I was lost. In the irony and coincidence of my daily life, I was lost. Among the masks and masquerades, I was lost.
My "self" went raving for one corner to express itself. The corner where the bud, so long repressed, can find the freedom to bloom.
It was the first of April, 2006. The sun dawned on a new day and I made a new discovery! I cried out of joy! At last I had found the most appropriate thing to gift my 'self'. I decorated it beautifully and quietly went on working. Afterall I had planned a surprise! Later in the day, when the mind brimmed with thoughts, and I went on following norms and the 'self' drooped clumsily, I quietly took it out and Bang! There was the surprise gift - My Blog space! My self was overwhelmed! Searched for great names for such a beautiful gift, and then was born "My World", "Glowing Thoughts" and "Aura of Ecstacy".
It's a year now that you, my Blog space, have been my best friend. Many a thoughts have been poured, much happiness shared, many wishes flown, many dreams distributed, much love collected, wise thoughts too. And so I have been making my heart light, increasing my happiness, decreasing my woes and dreaming together, here, on your space.
And today, on your birthday, dear Blog, I wish you a very long life and may you be by my side, just as this, for years to come.
Happy Birthday dear! |
| posted by Priyankari @ 10:53 AM
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Monday, December 25, 2006
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Wishing all my Blogger Friends a
MERRY CHRISTMAS
and a
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
May the wishes bring for you loads of pleasant surprises and fill your year ahead with joy and cheer!
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| posted by Priyankari @ 10:39 AM
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Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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| Are You Thinking What I Am Thinking?
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HER DIARY
Day night, I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, soI thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent.
I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving.
I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love u, too." When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV. He seemed distant and absent.Finally I decided to go to bed.
About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
Today India lost the cricket match
against Pakistan. GOD DAMN IT!
Came across by the mail today that turned my thoughts all topsy turvy .... Waiting for your views Friends.... |
| posted by Priyankari @ 8:50 AM
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Thursday, May 18, 2006
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The desire to kill...
Thankfully I haven't experienced many such moments when you feel the thrash of boredom unleashed on you.But I regret that this is such a moment.It's tearing me apart I swear. But now, that I have started writing, I'm sure to endanger time and confront it's attacks. I'm gonna kill it now a second by second with my fingers, the keyboard, words and the blog.But again I regret . It's one of those dreary times when no ideas come to your mind to write a blog, still you want to write one. The whirpool of such a crisis is sucking me into it. Desperate to write something, but a huge blanket of darkness like the one which covers a starless sky. The stars aren't absent but are just blanketed with a layer of clouds. Such clouds have now cluttered my idea-box. I shake it, bang it , hammer it, but with no effect. The box just won't open. I at last have to write whatever I find, anyway that's what blog's for.Thanx to blogger.com for that. |
| posted by Priyankari @ 8:50 PM
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
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The Enigma!
A crowd of people arguing over a single petty issue is a common sight in Kolkata.Some take sides, some curiously peep over other's shoulders, some stand grave with slight changes in expressions, others observe the fun of the entire affair.The small crowd I passed by today,was no exception,the quarrel ensuing supposedly from a hundred rupee note.Of the details I am totally ignorant .But I could see heated up people engaged in serious arguments.The by-passers either just moved on curiously gazing at them, one or two even joined the crowd.Just beside the mob,just at the footsteps of the people,there was a beggar,sitting forlorn. The people too much engaged in conversations didnot observe her. They did not care either. Nor did anybody who passed by, or who adjusted their positions so that they did not mistakenly hit her.She was sitting there sombre and silent.Her eyes exuded a peculiar expression.There was disgust of the cacophony beside her,a sense of disinterestedness and detachment,they were never anxious but always seemed to reflect a sense of ridiculousness."Of what?"I began to wonder.Perhaps of the absurdity of the world around, of the argument over petty materialistic issues that is only somebody's today and the other person's the next day.Perhaps a firm grappling onto the earth has enabled her to imbibe a graver understanding of life which propounds the solemn fuitility of all earthly matters.This stings the entire affair with the venom of vanity.Hence , perhaps, the strange admixture of antipathy and ludicrousness that her eyes exuded.The pale, profound eyes! |
| posted by Priyankari @ 2:50 PM
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
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NABOBARSHO : A BENGAL UNVEILED
Today is 15th of April, Banglar Nabobarsho. In the bygone years, it just meant a holiday and taking blessings from elders in the morning. That was what it was all about for me. But this year I had a real taste of Nabobarsho.It was splendid to see that even though an emulation of Western culture is tremendously in vogue, Bengal has not lost its indigenous culture and traditions. And its on ocassions like this that we feel the throb of Bengal. Shockingly and more sadly, today is a working day for me. However like other years the day began with asking blessings from God and my parents. The new dress was ready for me(that's the best part of the festivity,I feel), and I was ready with my mobile ( to receive and send New Year messages, and that's a good part too). On my way to the office, I could see many bangali bhadrolok , and young guys in our day-old, but never out-of-date, traditional paijama-panjabi, carrying idols of gods or buying flowers for the puja.The shops have been opened early today, and the shop-owners busily decorating the shops.Moreover, all people in bright new dresses really made the day a new one.Mishtimukh is an inseparable part of any bengali ocassion and today is no exception. So I found the Sweet-meat shops to be the most crowded. Everything was however the same once I reached office. But the Poila(first) experience of Poila Baishak, was what made the day a special one for me. It was good to see that Bengal is still living, in its own way, in its own culture, own traditions, where even the powerful west falls feeble and the indigenous emerges triumphant. |
| posted by Priyankari @ 10:33 PM
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