Virtuous Life..

What if you aren’t born a hero?

You can die as one.

What if you aren’t born rich?

You can live as one.

What if you aren’t that happy?

You can start being one.

What if you aren’t a winner?

Push off the limit once.

What if you aren’t the best?

You may inspire the rest.

What if you are in pain?

Time would heal and you will gain.

For thy who dream a life,

Has praise and revive.

Thy whose dreams are ardent,

Can only live like a legend.

Being Socially Liberal!!

I followed her everywhere, tracing into every nook of the digital medium. From facebook to linkedin, and bloggers to wordpress, there could be a very small number where I may have spared her. Every piece of information helped me to know her a little and by now when the pen started to explore words on the page and the mind and hand are trying to make a lot of combination, I feel fully acquainted of her. You may have assumed it by now that my request had been flooding all over her accounts on digital medium and she might have got irritated seeing the request of a single person everywhere, unaware of the guy and why he is after her for now intuition of every single men in this country is considered fetishist to an Indian women. But to the contrary, none of the attempts made it and it’s the privacy policy which landed me up in vain.

I could not see the Add as a friend option on her facebook page though I could view all her details, right from her likes to contact information tab where there are number of links that would drive me to her other accounts and it was a complete waste of time just getting redirected from place to place like a beggar. A number of profile pictures were promulgated so that atleast we can feel lucky enough to know that she really exist and should not be considered as an extinct species. She is beautiful and hot and that’s why privacy is inevitable to her accounts?? Not at all, it makes any sense with her physical traits. It is such an incredulous to see a contradictory intellectual or irrelevant matter of facts.

           

                         Well, facebook was the second choice since I had made the first attempt at linkedin to connect professionally where I could have done all the required discussions and probably end up the subject matter but invitees were required to know her mail id and it is only possible if you do really know her like the back of your hand; not professional enough.  And then chasing her to facebook reinvented the lost hope, only guiding me to embrace disappointment. I had the last option available, texting her so that she would check her inbox to know who I am and why I have supposed to appear like a bug sticking all around her digitally. I am requesting her to know me but wait; now this should be overruled. I need to pay 22 bucks to facebook for sending that message directly to her inbox or else my message gets spammed?? Whoa!! Are you trying to do business with my lost emotions or state of despair? I couldn't help but move on as the result of juxtaposition of the privacy policy and her absurd intellectuality.

I just tried to justify and console myself with the thought of enlightening the theory of relativity and orienting the same with whatever happened a few minutes ago which seemed farcical.

P.S: This is a work of fiction where the intention was to throw a light on the privacy policies on digital platform and how the excessive use of it on your profile can leave the mark of counting you in as a conceited fool.

Aideu 2014

After a long time I am writing again and I think I need to. Indeed, I should let everyone know how I banged 2014. It was a great year with no doubt. Every single day was a lesson, a treat and lots more. Days went by, months passed and now I am standing watching the sky lit up welcoming a new year.

Thanking mom and dad would always be a part of my journey and not only me; you would thank your parents too. And what else?

Well, there’s more. I started chasing my dreams and thanks to Rhonda Bryne, the other woman behind my success. Every little thing which I wished, I would feel it and therefore the universe conspired to make it happen. I am happy and satisfied.  Without any expectations from other and keeping faith on myself, I have achieved and lived my dreams. And as the year end, I have that broad smile on my face as I have been able to keep my resolution in pace without losing the grip on it.

Concepts defined and perceptions made are sometimes wrong. Like, I am not the CEO of a company or a celebrity and there’s nothing like I have become the Kubera of India, but people do believe that being wealthy is being happy since wealth do buy happiness most of the times. What if you pursue something that you love and what if achieving something makes you really happy, happy from the heart and mind. And believe me, it’s not always the money, though it can one of them but also it can be those small thousand dreams that you live every day.

This 2014 I had a visit to the exquisite north east of India, a smaller part or region of the country but an evergreen beauty. Every year visiting a part of the north east made me feel good but 2014 made me took a step ahead of living my dreams of traveling around by starting it from my homeland itself and therefore starting with the unexplored beauty of north east. And now I would carry on, traveling from one place to other every year, maybe or definitely. Thanks to Mr. Vaibhav Rajam who made it happen.

I always wished my life to be short and sweet. Possibly, it can be short or it is as the future is always unpredictable but sweet? The term always vary from person to person where for me turning for events; socializing and partying hard lets me live another aspect of life. I feel happy and that’s how my life seems to be sweet. 2014 gifted those moment too.

Talking about your girlfriend is a big deal and just expressing your feelings through social media can be harassing to most of the people. So no more addressing around and thanks to her for being there always with me. She is quite strong and influential and that’s what I always liked about her.

2014, you were so good and great. You gave a good head start. Though you disappointed me a number of times and also brought troughs along with crests, it’s ok to have that balance. The year was so lovely and yes I felt like living every moment again.

P.S: 2015, be nice to me like your mother 2014.     

The 'Modi'fied Brand

I feel lucky to witness such a historic moment in India and see there is no one losing the match; it’s just Mr.Modi winning it all. There was no competition, it was all one sided. Congratulations to Mr.Modi for such a wonderful victory. Mr.Modi doesn’t win it politically, he wins it passionately. I am extremely happy to see my countrymen accepting changes; rather thinking all politicians are the same and serve no better for them as well as the country.

Sensex have never been seen so high, there was a kind of nocturnal in the visual statistics showing something that was least expected. Now when we talk about Mr.Modi winning it all, I find the digital media and the wisely adapted campaigns had played a pivotal role. Mr.Modi has positioned himself in minds of everyone such a way that it was not just assertive, it was persuasive. I truly appreciate the person who came with the idea of “Ab ki baar, Modi Sarkar”. The slogan really proved out to be effective and the way it went viral, what could have dared to stop it. The slogan was easy, and it made Mr.Modi a brand. People believed in the person rather than thinking which party he belonged to. Mr.Modi have brought up BJP and it’s like now the name owes gratitude to him . Today if someone sees the lotus, one only thinks of Mr.Modi and then BJP and so the party also came up to be known as “Modi Sarkar”. The campaigns that Mr.Modi had run not created interest in common man, but a desire in them to see a prosperous India ahead and a ‘modi’fied lifestyle of their own. Mr.Modi and his team had done a great job and Mr.Modi should personally thank the team who helped Mr.Modi to become a brand and a hero himself.

I wish Mr.Modi all the best so that the ray of hope never walks out of our life and whatever he does brings happiness in the world of common India. Looking forward to you Modi ji.   

          “Umeedein na honge bekaar, aagye Modi Sarkar”

"Louve" @ teens:

I bet it’s only when you have the first crush on someone, becomes the best days or the sweetest memories of your life. Probably, the school days are considered to be the best days and one always want to buy the time back when we are in school. But more to it, color only add up when friends tease up, encourage up to face the fantasies come true. And then what born out for the first time, Louve(love) out of those mere fantasies.

The only time when we are happy for no reason, dancing in Pluto of earth, trying out all the divination and much more. Life becomes carefree inside, careful outside. Everyone seems amicable then. Feelings flow out without any intervention of the technical system(brain). The only time when we seem addicted without any narcotics inside. Everything becomes topsy-turvy and we enjoy the icing on the cake. And even bombing out in exams doesn’t affect much though it makes realize where we have stepped into.

The smile becomes inevitable thus making friends a clear way to peep through what’s going on. Well, these are common symptoms seen in every being suffering from the syndrome “Louve” and these symptoms are generally seen to occur in ages of teens where children grow up to the next level and carry out experiments more than provided in a book of physics or chemistry and the best part is it’s all biological.

Having a crush on someone for the first time is all equal to the first step you take since your birth and it’s all memorable, the first by you and the second by your loved ones.

            “Feel those days coming back.”

Letter to my dad

Dear Dad,

I am out with a pen and piece of paper in my hand, still blank and unable to decide what I want to write down. I thought of writing to you before but my hands never took the guts neither my head took the pain. I don’t know what I will be sharing today or what else I will miss out to share but I want you to read this and know that a son really cares for his dad and it is felt better when he closes his eyes thinking about the Almighty asking him if he really cares about the person (it’s you, dad) who brought him to this world irrespective of all the odds that usually a relation of dad and son quotes.

I have never hated you; I always hated the circumstances that make me think badly of you at that particular time. I have never blamed you; though I always blamed the person who seems to be responsible inside you whatsoever the reason making the situation worse for me at that time. I have never seen you promising me something neither getting the best for me and I know it’s reciprocal for you too.

However dad, this happened only because I have always expected something better without looking at the efforts you have put on me, drenching out blood and sweat every day at work just to secure my future. I feel embarrassed but I need to confess keeping my ego aside which built into my system long back ago when things went beyond the thoughts.

I thank you papa, not for what you have provided; for I will always feel you could have done a little better for me but I thank you for always being there with me, not listening to me but understanding the pain and pleasure my heartfelt at each and every moment. I know you can’t take the pain out of your eyes which will prove you feeble at mind but I am good enough to see the pain you take out being silent at times. I can’t ever tell you how much do I care for you, and miss you. I want myself to be a spirit who can take charge at anybody so that I can know what bothers and trouble you, what can make you the happiest person in this world so that I leave no stone unturned to turn up to your desires, wishes and expectations.

Hey dad, it isn’t a thanksgiving to you and I don’t want you to think the same. I just want you to feel whatever it’s inside me. You are indeed the best dad of the world and if you feel sorry for anything just remember the last written words of this letter.

                                                                                   Yours’ egoist son.

  

“I love you dad. You make me proud”.

Soft tweet 1

Kahi toh chod aya tujhe

Aisa lag raha hain mujhe

Paas hoke bhi hain dur

Jaane kiska hain kasoor

Jaana hu anjana nahi

Ankahee baaton se teri

Jhuti muskurahaton se teri

Jo nahi kar pati tu baiyaan

Woh dard bhari lamhein teri

Pata nahi kya hu tera

Tu bata sochke zara

Aaj nahi kal nahi

Rahunga hamesha tere sath yahi

Dost nahi pyaar nahi

Phir bhi hu kuch aisa hi

Dur nahi paas nahi

Tujh mein basa hu main kahi!!!

pride of india and glory of assam

As a talented offspring of illustrious parents in the arena of Assamese music, he is not the only one. Yet, Angaraag Mahanta, son of singers Khagen Mahanta and Archana Mahanta, has managed to create a separate identity with his debut album Jonaki Raati, which recently hit the stalls in Assam.

Papon(Angaraag Mahanta) singer. composer, programmer, producer-born in assam to set of brilliant musicians, was introduced to music and its intricacies in his early childhood. His mother ARCHANA MAHNATA and father KHAGEN MAHANTA are two very popular and respected musicians of the region. Naturally, music has been there in his veins, his pulse as well as his ears since he was born. BOrn in the environment of music and musical performances his initiantion into music happened at an age when most people learn to talk or walk. Inspired by the wide array of sound that he has been exposed to from the traditional Vaishnavite devotional songs of Assam to new-age electronica, Papons music is new and free. Free to be confined by any genre and new to be identified with anything that already exists. His initial training has been in Indian classical and traditional music (devotional and folk) from Assam a region in the north eastern corner of India, sharing its borders and culture with the very oriental - Bhutan, China, Myanmar and Bangladesh. Papons boundary-free renditions have definite traces of pentatonic Mongoloid notes, the soul searing lyrical river songs, the rhythmic spring songs, the spiritual devotional songs, restrained Indian classical and the smooth-as-mature-wine ghazals. His innovative experiments are rich with ambient electronica, acoustic folk, electro ghazals, new-age, Ind-classical sounds. papon had released his first album 'jonaaki raati' in assamese.- the language he was born to and is working on his hindi album. Lately he is doing vocal jams with MIdiVal punditz and with Susmit Sen of INDIAN OCEAN'. He has recently completed the back ground score for the film.... 

Papon has been invited to New Zealand for the Crossings festival, where some of the finest and established New Zealand jazz artists from the band Onomatopoeia will Accompaning him on his songs from his forthcoming hindi album. Also playing with him will be one of the biggest electonica musician Rhian Sheehan.


i just feel dat ders no one lyk him who can create magic  and tickle anyone's heart and soul becz i feel dat ders no one born lyk him


luv u angaraag.......liv lon n win hearts of millions

was it a incomplete 18???

although three souls are meeting
there is but one voice
capturing the moment
captivating and controlling
the thoughts, actions, words
leading the way for conscious
desire and decisive emotion

stories and daily goings- on
are frequently passed
between the one voice
and the intermixed beings
creating a warm happiness
a sense of belonging
an aura of completeness
a comfortable existence

time, a distant memory
fading in and fading out,
its power and autonomy fall
on blissfully ignorant,
yet distinctly aware,
ears - focused and true

with the quantity
of well spent hours
adding up and summarizing
the feelings and beliefs
shared and opposed,
comes an ability
to confide and uphold
moments, eternities
abundant with understanding
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THANKS FOR GIVING ME A PLACE IN YOUR HEART