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December 2, 2010

Really TV

Half awake at 2 the TV spoke ‘go save the soul next door’.

I went and came back.

Next I opened my eyes, it was a police station.

I asked them to see the evidence...

I showed them the carefully wrapped heart.

Glistening and still bubbling with soul.

I think they did not like the soiled severed digits.



Gyanban Thoughts - this is a dark psychological narrative.The story actually unfolds in between the lines rather than what is written.This is a deliberate attempt to have the reader think or visualise his/her own conclusion.If you read the story in detail you will need to sequence the lines one after the other only then the sequence of events will fall in place.That's when you get the big picture.

November 7, 2010

Prelude


The burden of the secret she carried meant that she could not trust anybody. Besides there was too little time left. She had to find one of the two people she could trust her secret with in the entire world – one was Chong Lee Sun in Darchen and the other Roye in New Delhi city....

The race against time had begun.






Gyanban Thoughts

After a long hiatus,part due to research part due to work pressure I am nearing completion of an epic mini series.
Hold your questions and thoughts the wait is almost over....I promise you this will be one story which will keep you hooked right throughout.
Spiked with facts a suspense thriller awaits all you dear readers. Each episode is packed with taut action thrills and drama on a subject which has
rarely been read raised or debated on the blogsphere.

As is the tradition of this blog I have researched extensively on each episode and it s contents, some of which remain a mystery till today.Some are extremely controversial and some are just mind boggling. Some secrets are deliberately left unexplained because I do not have the necessary clearance to publish such stuff open to the public.

I have had a preliminary chat with Gingerchai about publishing this story, and if they like it,and it meets their standards of quality, you will get to see the first episode published there.Gyanban.com will republish these episodes after a week or 10 days after that.

So when is it coming? Watch this space.....

October 14, 2010

Forgotten Artist



















People bow and pray,
to the God he made,
Her eyes sparkle,
he creates a magical spectacle,
the paintbrush is seldom seen,
hidden in a brilliant red or an olive green.

Velvet nights and silver stars shining,
fingers aching,curving and shaping,
Burning the midnight oil,
he fills hope into the soil,
he breathes life into the idol
a true test of his mettle.

A million eyes will shine,
seeing the creation divine.
the traces of the nameless faces,
of distant people and farther places,
fade away silently,
yet he waits patiently,

Lying on the lifeless floor,
his dark hut's expecting door,
they knock again after a year,
but the forgotten artist is no longer there.







Gyanban Thoughts -

A series of photographs capturing just a handful of moments from Kolkata' s Durga Puja celebrations.
The artistry, decor and the skill used to make such beautiful structures is simply breathtaking.It becomes even more special when one realizes that the people who built these idols and structures have no formal training, or tools or any other modern amenities to support them.They have been doing this for centuries and have perfected the art.

If only we could showcase them to the whole world, their fortunes would not have fluctuated from one to puja to the other.They would have made a sustained consistent means of living and come up the society levels and be treated as equals.

This is but a small tribute to those unknown unseen anonymous faces who make the Durja Puja such a special occasion for millions of people around the world.Just stop a moment to think and thank the craftsman,the forgotten artist, as you see such brilliant display of sheer talent.

October 9, 2010

Elements


Misty roads and earthy beads,
where the faint footprints lead,
Endless roads and still milestones,
where the memories wait for bygones,

Smooth skies wrap the rough terrains,
A space full yet emptiness reigns,
Trying sun but darkness grows
The blue sky cloaks the red sorrows.

Train's rolling and the wind blowing,
smiling faces hide the painful sting,
Bells ring and the distant temple sings,
He is quietly watching,everything.


Fire in her soul, she walks free,
left behind the dark mind,
Runs on the endless empty wheels,
One look is all she can steal,

Clouds burst and the rain breaks free,
Water splashes with a new glee,
Dew drops look on with an expectant smile
Her eyes close,leaving her domicile.







Gyanban Thoughts - a few lines about the elements Earth Air Fire Water . We often wonder why is life such a mixed up thing.The elements in harmony play a different music yet one missed chord can disturb the entire melody.Therefore we are all running,working,trying to play the perfect notes to enjoy the perfect melody of life.Yet life keeps surprising us with a new tune with the same elements. Is there anything we can do for sure? Do we really control our lives? Or do the elements control us ? We just play along....

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September 21, 2010

Fragile Lives

He was old now,

Time flew by somehow,

white hair,wrinkled skin

told a thousand stories hidden within

No one cared, no one bothered now,

You reap what you sow and how,

Once the shining uniform glittered bright,

Induced unspeakable brutal fright,

How a soldier merely obeyed the law,

Killing a thousand jews without a flaw.




Gyan Ban Thoughts - This 55 "ficto-real" story is written in the form of a poetry.Evil Klaas Faber, 88, looked like an ordinary old age pensioner. But his white hair and glasses hide a shocking past as a bloodthirsty killer who volunteered for Hitler's notorious SS party and a roving Gestapo death squad, Faber was sentenced to death after being convicted of war crimes in 1947. But his sentence was commuted to life imprisonment. Faber was one of the seven Nazi officers who escaped from Breda prison in Holland on Boxing Day 1952. Since then, Germany has rejected the demands by Britain and other countries to hand over Faber , listed as the fifth most-wanted Nazi fugitive.

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September 3, 2010

Return ... To Innocence


‘Just a few days more & Barbie would be gone’ mama said coldly.

‘Don’t worry I am there with you always' said little Lisa consoling.

Lisa looked up innocently and asked her mother ‘but at least will her hair grow back?’

Mamma could not bear this any longer and she silently sobbed in the corner of the room.


Lisa went into her own little world.

‘Just a few more days and I will have to leave’ said Barbie.

‘But why can’t you stay with me’ Lisa argued.

‘I will make sure your hair grows back Barbie and you will look beautiful just like before...’

Eight days later Lisa left Barbie doll in the hospital, never to return again.




Gyan Ban Thoughts - In the year 2000, approximately 256,000 children and adults around the world developed some form of leukemia, and 209,000 died from it. Hair loss,excessive bleeding, acute depression and fatigue are the most common Chemotherapy side effects.Family members are left in utter despair to see their child suffer endlessly every single day as they watch helplessly.

Hoping the pain would go away, but knowing it would also mean death.

In our daily materialistic lives,we keep running and become oblivious to things that don't affect us. At least ,let us take a moment to go visit a nearby hospital and help in cheering up their lives. It need not be monetary benefit, it could be a simple greeting card just to make them smile for that one moment - which I can promise, you will cherish forever.


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August 28, 2010

Finding Mary.


Warm teacups and napkins perfectly in place, waiting patiently.

Window curtains flowing and the food was warm.

She was alone when they found her.

With no sign of a forced entry nor a panic stricken exit.

Mary appeared exactly a month after it dissapeared….

without it’s crew.

Right in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.





Gyan Ban Thoughts - The Mary Celeste set sail around Nov 5,1872. About a month later it was found in the Atlantic Ocean unmanned and apparently abandoned, despite the fact that the weather was fine and her crew had been experienced and able crew.

The ship had been at sea for a month and had over six months' worth of food and water on board. The cargo was virtually untouched and the personal belongings of passengers and crew were still in place, including valuables. The crew was never seen or heard from again. Their disappearance is often cited as the greatest maritime mystery of all time.

Theories range from paranormal explanations involving hypothetical extraterrestrial to UFO abductions and even time travel. It remains a mystery till this day.


research source : wikipedia.

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August 23, 2010

Pensive

memories build
feelings balance
touched by time...

pain wanes
tears dry
touched by time...

looking back
turmoils rage
a salt statue...

melancholy sound
emotions profound
edge of cliff...

flying down
floating soul
reach the sky...


wonder why
drifted life
my pensive sky...





Gyan Ban Thoughts - be kind, you never know who's heart you touch and who's blessings you might need.
Each verse is for each stone in the picture.

One Single Impression.

August 20, 2010

Freedom


Still another 20 mins, to go.

The pulse was fast.He could hear the heart beat distinctively.It was not thudding anymore...it was pounding.A distinct sense of uneasiness had crept in. His senses are heightened. The scratch on the table with his finger nails in tense nervousness ,the noise is too loud , the ball point pen was piercing into his sweaty palm.

Yet he had to maintain calm.The look on his face needed to be non-descriptive.The pocket handkerchief was the only comfort.A fear of a massive failure grips him.There was no turning back now.He had to do it. After all the stakes were so high. He oscillated role playing from what he'd do if he screwed up to what he'd do if he succeeded. The mind was at a complete unrest.As he muttered under his breath he saw some people frowning at him from a distance as they passed by and some looked at him suspiciously.He thought if ever they knew what he was going through they'd probably crack up by now..His mind could explode any moment.


The clock was ticking and now there was just 10mins. to go.

He tried to regulate his breathing, trying to calm himself down,but palpitation took the better of him.His fingers were shaking. He clenched his fist trying to steady the vibration. The jacket was tight,he felt suffocated. He felt claustrophobic.He wanted to break free and breathe easy.But he could not.He had to sit there quietly.He had to wait for the right time.The right moment.He thought of his family back home.He thought about their lives.How they had struggled in his childhood. The pain was behind and glory lay ahead...but it would not be easy..he would have to walk through fire.Suddenly he snapped back to consciousness.The gatekeeper was making him uneasy.He kept a constant vigil ,should anything come in his way and his mission,he would have to engage in a confrontation.


5 minutes to go.

His patience gave up- he got up and slowly looked around - still no sign. He was cautious, not to attract any undue attention.He walked a few paces back and forth to ease the tension.One part of him thought why was he doing this? He could just run out of it all.But he had come too far to go back now.And they would hunt him down wherever he would go.They were everywhere tracking him.He could literally feel their eyes on him.

After all he was the chosen one.Chosen from so many others who volunteered.He could run but not hide.He needed the money.It was good, it was big, it was something he had not seen before. His life, as he knew it so far, would change ...forever.


30 seconds to go.

It was time. As he looked up to the door - he realized he was walking to fulfill his destiny.It was time to walk through that door....for that final interview...and possibly his path to freedom from his past struggling life.






Gyan Ban Thoughts - This short story may sound a tad humorous in the end, but is dedicated to all those people who suffer paranoia or nervousness.They are trapped in a state of mind and find it increasingly difficult to break free. Their mental freedom comes only after the incident is over.Sometimes people falter under pressure and excel when left alone to do their thing.Unfortunately, our system is designed to put us under pressure and we glorify those who excel under pressure.Spare a thought and be sensitive to some people who are not so naturally gifted with resilience or flamboyance yet are no less talented in their work.

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August 7, 2010

Goodbye





As the shocking news trickled in, the whispering dignitaries at the state

banquet dinner table waited for a reaction from the prime minister.


There was none.


Instead he offered an unflinching calmness & composure.

His love,and duty for the country, demanded a silent farewell.

He’d once asked her - ‘Why does it take a minute to say hello & an eternity to say goodbye’ ?

He’d finally got his answer.


-
-
-

Edwina Mountbatten had died in her sleep.








Gyanban thoughts – Lord and Lady Mountbatten served as, respectively, the last Viceroy and Vicereine of pre-Partition India. Jawaharlal Nehru and Edwina Mountbatten shared a strong platonic frienship,perhaps borderlining on romance.Some secrets are forever wrapped in pages of history and only a few people know the exact nature of their relationship. The prime minister displayed exemplary courage to set aside personal grief and engaged with the important foreign dignitaries visiting Hyderabad House that evening.The final Goodbye tested his strength of mind to the limit.


Researched from - The Hindu Archives and authored by Ramchandra Guha here.


On February 21, 1960, Edwina Mountbatten died in her sleep while on a visit to Borneo. Shortly after midday, the news was communicated to Walter Crocker by his friend Rajkumari Amrit Kaur, the veteran Gandhian and high-ranking Minister in the Union Government. That evening the Australian diplomat was due to attend a dinner at Hyderabad House in honour of the historian Arnold Toynbee.

As a first-hand account of how Jawaharlal Nehru felt and acted the day Edwina Mountbatten died, this is striking indeed. With an almost magisterial self-will, Nehru appears to have kept his thoughts (and we may presume, his grief) hidden within himself. A honoured guest had come to town, and the Prime Minister’s duty was to entertain and amuse him. At the time, Toynbee had a colossal popular following. Never since (and rarely before) has a mere historian been treated with such deference around the globe or so readily acknowledged as an oracle. That evening at Hyderabad House, the others around the table, whether Indian or Western, were inhibited, even tongue-tied. It was only the Prime Minister who could engage Toynbee in a conversation of intellectual equals. His dearest friend had just died: but his office, and his country, demanded of Nehru that he set aside his personal grief and act as was expected of him.




August 3, 2010

Lights,Camera - Action.


My studio lights are always glowing.

She spins, clicks, laughs and swirls her hair.

Her hands are smooth,feeling the metallic bulge.

I look at her mischevious eyes and they tell a story.



Click.


I grin.


Click.


She’s got to be crazy,I manage to grin.


Click.


She starts to laugh hysterically.


Click.



Blood, spots the lens.






Gyan Ban Thoughts - This post is about aspiring models.Scores of these dreams get killed everyday under the arc lights. Exploitation is rampant and millions of cases go unreported.This story is of one such incident.On a separate note, just to tickle your fancy - the story is written with an open end. Leave a comment on who killed who ? What do you think ? The devil is in the detail read the words carefully.


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July 29, 2010

Nursed


B positve fell short of delivery,

Anaesthesia is such a luxury,

Blood on the gloves forget,

‘Patient’ tears haven’t brusied me yet,

Dabbing the wounds,left a stain,

Scraping the gut, hasn’t started the drain,

Sinking beats slipping by,

Drying eyes search the sky,

Yet to see my life unfold,

Afterall I’m just 5 deaths old.!




Gyanban thoughts - The Doctors are still revered as next to God - but ask yourself - when did you last thank the Nurse ? Who stood by you till you recovered.Who took over when the Doctor was unavailable. Who kept awake because you needed the medicines on time ? Mostly they are ridiculed,and joked about,with sidey comments and senseless remarks more so, if it is a male nurse. It's time we evolve and give them credit.


The Nurse. These lines attempt to share the pain of these professionals,whom we very easily criticize or undermine.Rarely do we take a moment to see life through their eyes.Rarely do we take a moment to understand their mind.This post is dedicated to the countless medical professionals, who go through death, despair, pain on an everyday basis, and yet are expected to maintain their sanity.As if this was not enough - they additionally deal with ignominy.People just ignore or forget their contribution completely.

Think about those nurses who are new to the job.What are their emotions, their thoughts ? How do they get adjusted to death around them ? How do they manage to stay positive amongst this gloom? Sadly,many become insensitive or mechanical as a defense mechanism.How else does one not get affected ?

This post is a tribute to all those unsung heroes, who stand behind the scenes and yet play such a crucial role in our lives.


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July 26, 2010

Angel



Another sun in the sky below
Not for the birds flying low
Ground beneath feels so high
Elation smiles with a wry
Lost in the people world,
Slowly I forget why?



GyanBan thoughts - these few lines are for OSI prompt Angel. 

July 15, 2010

Grieft


‘My love for him will prevail – I promise’

‘I will share my love for him with everyone.’

‘But how?’ What else can we do?

'We don’t need to….when inspector Sahib is here for us’


Next morning the beheaded inspector was gift wrapped for the Jharkhand police station.

A solitary note read – “we head – not you”.



Gyanban thoughts - This micro fiction is based on a true incident.Naxals beheaded inspector Francis Induwar to avenge their beloved leader Kobad Ghandy's arrest.


The title is a mix of two words Gift and Grief.


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