Uncategorized

The Train And Its Noise.


A train means constant journey, movement and nonstop incoming and outgoing of people.

In the olden days and even now, there are many trains which run completely full to the T. You can’t move an inch, a cm or even a millimetre. Even if you think that you have, you will find that you are exactly there where you were before. Not only small nations, but developed countries have this problem.

In such vociferous trains you would find hawkers, beggars and food sellers making a lot of noise.

The noise sometimes become so high that people sitting inside compartments achieve zen automatically. When there is such high volume of activities going on outside,your brain atunes itself to let all the sound pass away and this it does by ignoring everything else.But, if you ignore your destination, then you are surely going to make a round trip back to it.

Many hawkers shout-“Buy chocolate, torch light, books”

The passengers who pass by that hawker say-“Move aside man, let me go.”

This adds to more noise and chaos.

When the train stops at a station, the people hustling and bustling there also add few degrees of decibels to the noise.

Noise and train journey goes hand in hand.

A train and its journey is beautiful save that it must not be crowded.

It is general view which I have mentioned.

Train itself makes a lot of noise-“Cooo jhigg jhigg jhigg.”

And Vamos.

Adios!

Uncategorized

Atlantic Ocean.

Atlantic ocean is an ocean which extends from Nigeria to the Caribbean islands.

The ocean has always fascinated me. I have many times seen a cruise advertisement for the Atlantic ocean.

As my dad was in Nigeria,he saw the Atlantic ocean many times in Victoria Islands, Lagos.

Anything historical, valuable and ancient when seen in reality is a truly expounding feeling. It means living those words which you have read in a history book or novel.

It also means reliving those days when Atlantic ocean was a big part of the earth’s water bodies and you had to remember it, so that you could mark it properly in your Geography exam.

The name Atlantic ocean brings a sense that this name is old and ancient. This ocean covers nearly the half of Africa and is related much with history.

If anyone of you have ever seen the Atlantic ocean, then you will understand what I mean.

Adios!

Uncategorized

Ah! What A Day!

Ah! What a day!

We have had pineapple to eat for breakfast.

Olives for lunch.

Broccoli and bitter gourd for dinner.

Don’t be afraid,

Definitely there were other things too.

Like pasta and bread.

But broccoli and the bitter guord was most fun.

You should have seen my face while I ate it.

I silently asked the all power God above us all,

“Why did you create broccoli? “

I asked him-“What made you think of bitter gourd?”

He didn’t give a reply,

But I am damn sure that he too avoids them as much as possible.

Truly, what a day.

Now as a refreshing drink,

Neem juice has been brought to the dining table.

I simply look upwards,

Hoping that one day, He the biggest of all would answer my question.

“Why?”

Before having bitter gourd and broccoli do you all ask God the same question?

Broccoli is alright but bitter gourd is too much.

Adios!

Uncategorized

The Beautiful Primrose.

The beautiful primrose,

Is what we have bought.

Ma and me, have arranged it in our drawing room,

And they look resplendent.

These flowers are called “Shiuli” in Bengali,

My maternal grandmother liked them a lot.

She used to collect them from her garden everyday,

And used to arrange it in such a way,

Which looked billion times beautiful than what is known as art these turbulent and economic days.

The beautiful primrose looks very happy to be in our house.,

And we have seen it after many days.

The happiness is unlimited and unboundful for us,

As it our favourite flower,

Ask us any day.

Adios!

Uncategorized

Mountain.

A mountain glorifies my mind,

But the steep slope which runs down it,

Scares the human kind.

So, they build a curvy mountain road,

Which passed through a scenic route,

Like a ballerina dancing across.

The spiral road,

Was smooth enough.

Yet, it was bumpy.

The mountain itself was splendid,

That was all awe.

Just like a rose,

Which inspires you,

Takes away your breath.

In the same way,

Did the mountain,

But in good faith.

The mountain trail ahead of us.

In its glory,

Where the Sun just sets.

Now we will reach home safely,

As the journey has come to an end.

We take a look back at the mountain,

And see it standing like a great soldier.

It was, it were and it will be.

Much same as my God the beloved.

Who always is, was and will be.

Adios!