Another aspect of the conflagarating humanitarian crisis!!

The Mighty Himalayas……..
-ones to rejuvenate life in you!

Not disregarding the persistent catastrophe spread across the globe a keen eye should be paid towards the loss of our patrimony . In this fast paced world we aren’t unmindful of the fact that our negligence and dereliction has hitherto caused colossal loss which can’t be rectified but could be learnt from . Culture with no one definition varies with the perspective it is looked at. Our expeditious lives are having an enormous impact on the way we look and accept our culture these days. Researches show that the three main causes of the decline in our obligation towards our cultural bequeathal are immigration , globalisation and urbanization .

Captivated by the superior crowd, assimilation forces the immigrants loose their cultural diversity. Inorder to escape from the depressing feeling of alienation they prefer to go with the bandwagon society, unaware of the demerits. The emergence of globalisation on the other hand has loosened up the hold of deep rooted customs and traditions. Though contributing a lot towards economic growth (GDP of the country) it has charges a fair amount from the civilians in return.

Accessory to the above two, urbanization has too caused a dynamic effect which is the reason of our flickering heritage …….

Just wanted to pour these words because as a teenager I fear that the we don’t change our ways now a day will surely come when I will be all alone when I will loose the values and morals that still a belive to a certain extent are imbibed in me . I fear for the loss of my identity my distinctiveness . Maybe this though is my personal thoughts maybe still we haven’t lost so much .But yesterday when I was asked in school a couple of questions about my mother tongue sadly I was unable to answer. I just wish that it was only me I wish it was my fault . BUT MAYBE I WAS NEVER TAUGHT ABOUT IT , MAYBE NO ONE THOUGHT IT WAS NECESSARY . NOTHING MUCH WILL HAPPEN WE WILL LOOSE A LANGUAGE, WE WILL LOOSE A CULTURE OR BETTER BE IT WE WILL LOOSE OURSELVES IN THIS ENDLESS MARATHON OF BEING A FIT IN THE SOCIETY!!!!!!

By Ankita Chakraborty

Perspectives!!!

Keep such trust on a person that breaking it hurts him more than it does to you !!!😊😊

P.s: My “Birthdays “are so wierd for me😅😅but going through a similar day !!

Another folk art!!!!!

When colours define a emotion that everyone could see but only the artist could sense ,something magical is created. The ancient art styles ( “gharanas” ) of India are the best examples of these . The colours made from natural pigments ; the brushes gifted by nature (mother earth) are accepted as blessings but the artists. We worship these and depict the ascendancy of nature with our strokes. We return those boxes of presents with interest .We utilise those , to create something that will allow the world to see with our eyes and sense with each of their organ, feel in every strand of their hair . We spread love .

This painting shows the immense dedication ,love and worship of Meera towards Krishna.

An INDIAN FOLK ART!

The unconditional bond of love !!

An Indian folk art depicting how a mother protects her child from the roughness of the outside world …. fighting all odds just to keep him safe in her “aanchal”( secure in her arms ).

“Mixed media on rag paper….wierd ..but yes felt like doing it so!!”

When you are brave enough to face the unexpected …..you get to see a better version of the expected!!!

Do you know sometimes everyone makes you realise that ,

You were so busy trying to make others happy,
That you lost you happiness ,
And no-one is trying to reciprocate your efforts.

You are left alone
With your dreams and thoughts,
Alone with yourself;
And that is the time you have your conversation with yourself.
Your know ‘yourself’
Your fall in love with ‘yourself’
You take a stand for ‘yourself’
You ‘Be ‘ yourself.

Te Quiero

Saw you standing when the sun was behind you,
You looked divine altough it was nothing new.
Then you smiled at me,
A smile that could take the world by a second,
Happiness is what everyday to my address you send.

‘Te Quiero’ you said
And in my corazón you invaded,
When I was to say ,
Words did betray me,
But you still smiled, a smile of pure glee.

The moment felt so pure,
You were right I was sure.
And to the world ,
I wanted to say , Stay away !
Él mine , and I won’t share anyway. …….mohor

Tacit….

To the dreams and aspirations that I let go,
Today I am thinking of you , moving past my living room ,to and fro !!

I can see you sinking inside me,
You’re a part of me, deep down inside
I can see you fading out, just like the morning fog.
And now I see your pleading eyes ,
Asking me questions, begging to make you arise.
I am sorry, it can’t happen,
Now it’s time for us to part ways;
I know it’s my fault, it’s my greed , it’s only me.
But I promise to keep a part of you alive,
Like a blinking bulb, like the water on the edge of leaves shining,
Remembering those golden days,
Ah! Those golden days.
Once you were all of me, now I am none of you,
You are free to go , but sadly without me you can’t even row.
You will learn some day ,learn to live, learn to stick to someone as you did with me.
Though it’s not completely lie, if I say at some point you were the reason of my glee.
Letting go of you is not as easy as I thought it would be ,
But fate has written something great for us,
Let’s just trust and see,
Let me just love ,the rest of me.
But don’t you be afraid , I am never gonna forget thee !

– Ankita Chakraborty

Sometimes a sight is just enough!!!

Here I am laying on my bed,
Thinking of something that I said to none.
Still not sure if it’s right or wrong,
But something is giving me affirmation it being my favourite song.

Slowly light started fading out,
I could see darkness all over, oh wait! should I shout?
I guess no, ‘cause I saw a ray, a ray of hope,
Am I going to die? My mind said nope.

Oh! I was right; now I just woke up in a different world
Yes, this is what I wanted I thought and twirled.
I saw a world where I was free, free in my actions
Where I could make people smile and they gave me their affection.

All I ever taught and wished for humanity in its true sense
And for that I was determined to cross any fence.
But here I am standing in a utopian society,
Am I dreaming or is it just the grace of ‘Almighty’?

I pinched myself and soon regretted,
Thought it was just a dream that can’t be repeated.
Back I was in a place,
Where people are still being judged by their race.

I peeped outside my window, something that caught my eye,
A man shivering in cold and his breath saying him goodbye.
There came a little boy with a blanket and some food,
Saying, Oh! Grandpa don’t worry you will be all good.

Yes, I was mistaken, humanity still existed
My heart said it but head still persisted.
I would make my dream come true one day,
And will be confident enough to say my head was wrong that day!!

Dream is not just a mere sight;
It’s an emotion and inspiration but a fuel in your flight!!

-Ankita Chakraborty