Bookmark

 

On the seat right next to mine

there was an old & torn book.

Faded ink on it spoke of a time,

Long gone now. It seemed bespoke.

Out of habit to turn pages,

My eyes started running over the faded words.

A few pages later there was a bookmark

on which written were these words…

Once you read, place the marker into the next page

and write a few lines about yourself,

Become a part of the book of age.

Keep it back on the seat, this was never meant for a bookshelf.

Upon doing as instructed I figured, I was reader number 511.

The book once belonged to this traveller

Who wished to meet the World.

Alas! he could not for time ran out. He was a believer.

He was reader number 001

and now I was a part of his world.

A bedtime story

 

Every night before I went to bed,

I asked for a story to dream about.

And just as I laid my head,

My narrator would start about.

Once upon a time is what he would say,

And introduce a character quite familiar.

In the story, the silly boy would lose his way,

While searching for something dear.

He would meet a wise old owl,

Who would wipe his tears,

And tell him something different,

That would end the boy’s fear.

The boy would then find the lost,

Using the lesson he had just learned.

And pay the owl a coin as a cost,

For a bedtime story needs to be earned.

 

 

~Good Night.

Subtle Stories: The Teacher

Hi, my name is not important. What’s important is where I am today, where did I come from and who made all that possible. A journey of 10 years is what I am going to tell you now. Sit back, put your reading glasses on and if it suits you, keep a mild Piano music in the background (soothing). *Just a suggestion :P*

Far away from all the spotlight and development is a small town whose name is as per your liking (decided a name?, great). It lacks proper facilities, infrastructure, development and most importantly education. I come from that town, my hometown.

Year was 2005 and I was in junior high where I was only bothered with how to evade homework and pass time in merriment. It was natural for I was just 10 years old. I used to attend school regularly but I wasn’t going anywhere for I was being taught how to learn and memorize, not understand. Later in my life I will find out that the same is happening to the developed cities of the country as well but for now let’s stick to the boundaries of my hometown.

Despite being told by my school teachers as one of the smart kids of the class, I always felt indifferent for I knew this is not the best version of me. I was learning but only to jump standards (class) and not improve my standard of education. Fortunately, fate had something else in mind.

So there he was a boy who used to attend an English Medium school and was barely able to frame a correct sentence in English far from speaking it playing around the house as usual when he met this Man who had agreed to teach his sister Grammar and Literature.

He accidently entered the study room and grabbed his toys for an afternoon full of conquests and fun when he was called by this voice…

Come here, sweet kid!, What is your name?

(Not important)

Which standard are you in?

5th

Oh my! A big boy you are. I am your sister’s teacher and I teach Grammar and Literature at this Town’s oldest college. Do you know me?

No Sir.

Alright, my name is Shoumiran Mahanta. Tell me boy, can you help me a bit and write a few lines for me?

Of course Sir, I am very smart. I will do that but after that can I go and play?

Hahaha, okay you may.

The teacher asked him to write the basics of grammar and a few elementary statements which even a boy in 2nd standard should be able to. But due to the learnings he was getting he wrote incorrect English. On seeing his words the teacher who had been teaching for the past 35 years saw a potential, a flair.

My god!, Son, your English is very good but you can become even better. Maybe a writer one day. Do you wish to become a writer one day?

Certainly, said the innocent young boy.

Good, I shall teach you as well from tomorrow.

On hearing these words, he felt pain as of all his toys were taken away from him. But as agreed, he and the Teacher did start the very next day. For the next 5 years, the boy learned the meaning of learning. He was taught to understand the words and the meaning they concealed within themselves. He was taught to visualize while reading. He was taught the ways of this beautiful language called English. The teachers’ assessment was right, the boy did have potential and he helped him realise the same. 

5 years went by quickly, the 10 year old was now 16. He basically grew up in front of his teacher, a true teacher. To pursue higher studies he moved to developed cities but he never forgot the values his teacher had taught him.

High School, College and later on Professional life all came to him and guess what, the kid made a name for himself in all those places because of his command over the English language.

Today he works at one of the leading companies of the country, a small town boy who struggled to introduce himself once today is a part of a team which requires him to speak on a public forum on a daily basis. However, even today he still considers himself as a student of that Teacher who not only taught him literature and Grammar but also the values of life.

Yes, he learned not only to understand the words but the meaning of life, visualize not only stories but the world that surrounds.

“My god!, Son, your English is very good but you can become even better. Maybe a writer one day.”

These words spoken by the old teacher came true as well. That boy became a Poet, The Poet and the Pen. Even till this day I thank my lucky stars for giving me the opportunity to learn from a Teacher, a true Teacher, The Teacher.

Sir, Thank You so much for everything. I will always be grateful to you.

Yours Sincerely,

Sweet Kid.

Moral: A good teacher is like guide, A true teacher is like a guardian angel. A true teacher can make a student become the best version of himself. A true teacher always shows the tough path for he knows the destination is worth it and most importantly, a True teacher silently leaves when his work is done but it is the duty of the student to keep the teacher with him forever by always following what he had been taught. 

A Teacher-Student relation is greater than anything in the world. 

My talk with a Ghost

Based on True Events! Read at your own risk.

 

For some reason I was alone that night.

In a 3 bedroom apartment only 1 had lights.

Devoid of my sleep whom I had strangely met earlier,

Devil’s workshop, my mind started the game, “Wrong or Right?”.

Whilst I was hovering over ancient subjects,

Door to my room squeaked open.

Never had I ever been so perplexed,

And then that ghastly silence got broken.

 

“Still awake, I see. I thought I’ll find you asleep,

Is today different somehow?, because

Usually you are sound asleep.”

I lost my voice and my choice,

And locked were my eyes.

A devilish figure was in rejoice,

While I kept reminding myself, these are all lies.

Pulled a chair and sat right across me,

A face I can never assimilate.

Said he was I, here to see me,

And customize my fate.

He looked like the evil I see in me,

Grimly smile with the perfect word.

Nudged so that I turn my head,

There I was, sleeping on my bed.

It was a meeting of the ghost and the spirit,

Who both come at night.

One helps to build while the other only exhibits,

My talk with a ghost was basically every Wrong or Right.

चलता हूँ

Goodbyes are inevitable. But it is okay for they pave way to the new Hi and Hello 🙂

जाने का वक्त हो गया है,
मुझे अब चलना चाहिए .
मेरा समय यहाँ अब पूरा हो गया है,
चलता हूँ, यह किस्सा अब खत्म हो गया है.

अब मेरी आवाज सिर्फ यादो में सुनाई देंगी,
जो में कहता था शायद वो भी वही कहेंगी.
पुरानी बातें जरूर याद रहेंगी,
पर चलता हूँ, वरना मेरी कहानी अधूरी रहेंगी.

कुछ किस्से साथ जरूर रहेंगे,
हस्ते रोते मुझसे बातें करेंगे,
“याद है?” कहके मुझे छेड़ेंगे,
पर अब चलता हूँ, समय के पीछे नहीं रहेंगे.

पुरानी यादें जाने देना गलत नहीं,
क्युकी नयी यादें भी आनी है कही,
जो चला गया उससे जाने देना ही है सही,
चलता हूँ, अब और बात करने को है नहीं.

कहते है, ज़िन्दगी में जो आगे नहीं चलता वह पीछे चला जाता है,
यही तो बात है, समय से कौन जीत पाता है?
इसीलिए आज मैंने फिरसे कदम बढ़ा लिया है…
किस्सों में होती है कहानी, यह अब जान लिया है.

~ चलता हूँ

Yours Sincerely,

This letter is to you. Yes, all of you.

Regardless of time, date, year or nation, this Letter will always be true. I have often wondered what is eternal, actually nothing but just words. Hope you like it. If you do, write a letter yourself. 😉

Read to know…know to read

An open letter on an eternal date,

Wishes to end and start a debate.

Keeping aside the prejudiced love and hate,

Yours Sincerely, Fate.

Hope you are doing well,

If yes, Kudos!. If no, then please tell.

Letters are ways to end what dwells,

Fate writes only spells.

Based on the memory of human history,

Either you are fiction or a mystery.

Regardless, you are trying to find your own trajectory,

Write to me, Fate, and seek victory.

I wish you to write and thereby be written,

I am your creation which you have forgotten.

Write letters like the one you just read,

Fate is crafted it is said.

Only you can know your trait,

Only you know what makes you great,

You decide the time and date,

I will meet you there. Yours Sincerely, fate.

Tense

Long ago in the city of time,

Resided 3 brothers in the tower of tense.

Independently codependent and always in their prime,

They were the writers of the play of suspense.

Act 1 spoke of the do’s and don’ts,

For our characters need a guideline to follow.

An angel that both guides and haunts,

Past was essential but is now just hollow.

Act 2 speaks of the moment that is now,

Where everything we do is confined.

Live it, Respect it, take a bow,

Present is the one which is kind.

Act 3 is undone and uncertain,

And will only be revealed in due time.

Suspense is what lies behind the curtain,

A play which itself is time.

Paheli (Puzzle)

Good Morning Reader!

Weekend is here and nothing brings us more joy than a Saturday Morning.

Keeping the joy and excitement alive, I plan to give you a paheli that will amuse you and add to the randomness we all long and love in our life.

Now this paheli or puzzle if you may is going to be in the form of a Poem (Wow! As if you didn’t know :P)

But before I go on to the fun part, I have but a small request…

Comment one puzzle for everyone to solve or, state the most random thing you would like to do this weekend

Paheli

A dim-wit once said, ” I am smart,

Smart if you think I am Silly.

In this play of ours I play my part,

Heart is wiser than mind. Really?

Amidst the horde I feel cold,

While in winter I am warm.

I gave money for the items I sold,

And it worked on everyone like a charm.

Days are long and nights are short,

Months are slower than years,

I live in my 3 bedroom fort,

Where the dust is very clear.”

A dim-wit once said, ” I am silly,

As Silly is the new smart.

You are more than these labels really,

So who am I in your chart?”

~ A wise dim-wit idiot.

2 hours tale

On a small flight of about 2 hours,

I realised one simple silly fact.

This seemingly social society of ours,

Behaves such when there is nothing to distract.

A 2 hours tale…

So I sat next to this seemingly ordinary person,

Whose name is not important to this tale.

The flight took off as we acted to our version,

Unknown of the things that were about to unveil.

It took us a while to settle down and adjust,

There were no books, tv shows, or movies to trust,

Eventually the protocol came into effect,

Awkwardly two strangers decided a conversation is a must.

With no fear of coming across as boring,

No expectations or the necessity to impress,

We talked freely and kept on exploring,

And soon realised that both her and I were a mess.

Funnily we kept on talking for the entire duration,

Two travel freaks who wanted to travel cross nation,

And later as we deboarded at our destination,

It hit me. Chatting is nice but nicer is a good conversation.

Post flight

Stop chatting and start conversing.