Bordua - Birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva

Borduwa is the birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva (1449 - 1568). He was a saint – scholar, social and religious reformer and a very famous personality in the cultural and religious history of Assam. His contributions in the field of literature and religion are now considered as the most vital possession in Assam today. He established many Xotros (Sattras - kind of monasteries), which are now the reservoir of the rich culture of Assam.
At the age of twelve, he wrote his first verse.

karatalakamala kamaladalanayana |
bhavadavagahana gahanavanasayana ||

On the way to Bangalore to Goa

Modern poetry is accepted if written better

"Modern poets seem primarily obsessed with using too intellectually ornate language (presumably to impress their academic scholars) which goes straight over the heads of the book buying public and alienates the majority of their potential audience. The public need something that they can relate to. There is nothing "new" on offer that captures the imagination, nothing to encourage, to inspire nor indeed (writing as an amateur poet myself) for us to aspire to. Andrew Motion's efforts to bring poetry to the fore deserve high praise, particularly given the material he has to work with. But the danger is that the public, will pick up a book by a modern poet deemed to be "good" only because it is better than the rest on offer, and will not look twice the next time a genuinely "good" poet is recommended to them."

(source: findarticles)

Hanger

The shirt hanger is so essential in my life.
For me, this hanger is so close to my heart.
This hanger holds tight my shirts always
Red shirts, blue shirts and black shirts too.
Shirts with one pocket,
Shirts with two pockets.

Sometimes a button gets detached
Sometimes two, from the shirts.
But the hanger doesn’t let shatter
My shirt’s existence.

And when the ceiling fan of my room
Starts moving,
The shirt shows its unstableness
It dances like a shameless.
But the hanger doesn’t let it fall down.

Today I don’t find enough words
In my library, to express the love for you.
Hanger, you are so close to me.

Why do I Love you

I love you a lot,
Coz you are beautiful.
However, like whom, you are beautiful?

You are not beautiful as life,
You do not seem to be beautiful as your soul too.
You are not beautiful as the green leaf
And you are not beautiful as your own picture too.

If being beautiful is eye’s ocean
And if beauty is lip’s opium
Then you are not at all beautiful.

But I wonder always, as I love you…
May be coz, you are beautiful
A beauty of your own.

Seems this time the River will Pass through her Courtyard

She has been waiting for quite sometime now.
It seems this time, the river
Will pass through her courtyard.

"Do you know, if the river comes this way,
It will wash away all the trees and your house too."
She is still waiting, seems the river will come this way.

She wants to lie down naked on the land today,
She no longer hates the dark clouds.
She wants the river to feel the
Ups and down of her body.
She wants to get lost in the waves of the river,
Let the river embraces her.
Kiss and suck her countless.
The slant of her breast
Might make the river come her way.

It was a heavy rain last night;
The leaves look greener.
The water level must have increased by now.

She is waiting
Seems this time the river
Will pass through her courtyard.

Pocket full of Lines

Once again, there lies a thin blanket
Of dust on the leaves.
Since couple of days my pocket seems so heavy.
Tonight I am planning of an operation on my pocket.
The pocket is still heavy.
There must be few centimeters of rain in it,
Not like Cherapunji though.
But just few drops of that rain
Which can drench me completely.
There must be some green leaves too
Which looks greener coz of fresh love.
Do you remember the last rain...i bought those clouds
For you in my pocket.
Do you still have the mark? My touch?

Last night I did an operation of my pocket.
The whole pocket was filled with lines and lines.
Not exactly a poem
But I call it a 'pocket full of lines'.

Statues in Akkashi Ganga... one and a half hour drive from Nowgown Assam

CYANIDE

Dial M for Murder - Movie Review

A great Hitchcock movie!!! undoubtly genius in thriller and a brave director who can dare to shoot the whole movie in just one room and still grab the attention of audience till the end. Usually directors want to spread up the stage play to many locations to give it a variety. I am sure while making the movie, Hitchcock was very confident about his capability to keep the audience' interest at the same pace till the show downs it curtain.

Well a very dramatic thriller and all the characters were up to the mark. Ray Milland who plans his wife (Grace Kelly) murder and was almost successful, when this smart inspector John Williams spoils the plan. John Williams who plays his role perfect and comes with the comic relief, which he was supposed to. The best part, which I liked, was the scene when Milland blackmails his old friend and compels him to murder his wife. Robert Cummings, Grace's lover didn’t have much to perform but justified whatever role he got.

As a whole a must watch for Hitchcock fans and thriller lovers.