Soul Aesthetica

একটা সুন্দর দেখতে শাড়ী পরেছে নীলা । কলেজ থেকে পিকনিকে যাবে সে । বন্ধুদের সাথে । বাড়ির থেকে বেরনোর সময় মা কে বলে আসা হল না । মা এর অফিস থেকে ফিরতে একটু দেরী হয় । নীলা বিকাল বেলা বাড়ির থেকে বেড়িয়েছে । বাবা , ঠাকুমা সবাইকে বলেছে । বারুইপুরের রাজ বাড়ি তে তারা বন্ধু রা মিলে এক রাত কাটাবে । পরের দিন সকালে আবার ফিরে আসবে । মা কে বলা হল না বলে নীলার মন টা খচখচ করছিলো । যাই হোক , মা এর দেওয়া সুন্দর শাড়ী টা পরে কলেজ চত্বরে এলো সে । আজ সকালে তারা ক্লাস অফ করেছে । সন্ধ্যে বেলা পিকনিকে যাবে । তাই এতো তোড়জোড় করা হয়েছে সারাদিন । ওরা দশজন পিকনিকে যাচ্ছে । ক্লাসের বাকি মেয়ে রা যেতে রাজি হয়নি , রাতের পিকনিকে । দশ বন্ধু একে একে জড়ো হোল । পিকনিকের বাস ও এসে গেছে । তখন বিকেল ৫ টা । নীলা ব্যাগ নিয়ে বাসে উঠলো । অস্মিতা , টগর , রিমি , এবং অন্যান্য রাও বাসে উঠে বসে আছে । শুকনো খাবার , মাংস ভাতের আয়োজন সম্পূর্ণ তৈরি । একবার বারুইপুর যেতে পারলেই জমিয়ে রান্না বান্না করে খাবে সকলে । বাস ছাড়ল বিকাল ৫ টা । বারুইপুর রাজবাড়ির উদ্দেশ্যে রওনা হোল ওরা । বাস চলছে জোরে । ওরা বন্ধুরা মিলে গান ধরল । এক সাথে গান গাইতে গাইতে প...

 I can remember the very day of my Mantra Deeksha in Belur Moth at the Lotus feet of Swami Ranganathananda ji Maharaj, in the year 2001,14th December. I have studied in Sri Ramakrishna Sarada Sangha Girl's School. So since my childhood I was in the Ashramic atmosphere and by nature I was inclined to spiritualism. When I grew up First I got the chance to take Mantra of Jahura Kali Mata at the age of 10 at my home. My uncle and Aunty was getting ready to take Jahura Maa Mantra from a Sadhaka living near Dumdum area. I told them on the very day of Deeksha that I am eager to take the Mantra with them. My uncle brought a red bordered sharee and Rosary from market and made me ready for Deeksha.  I sat with them and got the beej Mantra. Literally I was very happy getting deekshit and started chanting the mantra silently and daily. Thus a few years passed. I used to read Ramakrishna and Vivekananda books which were in syllabus of my school and  also studied other books Published ...

  Money is the very essential thing to continue with life in our Society. Without money life becomes miserable and almost unbearable in today's world. Our Society provides various means of earning money. But to reach that stage one has to go through schooling and training from the beginning of life i.e childhood. But child labour process also exists in our society. Those who are unable to bear the expense of education,put their children to the hand of child labour system.Earning a fair amount of money is the hardest matter of daily life. It involves too much struggle. Earning money in an honest way and sustain life is the most remarkable thing in our world. Many people accustom themselves to the dishonest ways of earning. But in later time they reap the sour fruits of their evil act. They suffer and live a life of uncertainty. Being honest in the process of earning money assures us to live in peace and inner strength. The visible sign of divinity that is Money is very much related ...

  Creativity is, so to say,a very mysterious thing to explain. We exactly do not know where does the creativity comes within us.  Creative ideas come into our brain and motivate us to construct a beautiful composition, be it of science or arts; a piece of writing, music,dance ,drama or art ,or it may be a scientific gadget. Creativity helps us to channelise our energy in a positive way and a unique composition is born every time.The composition that takes shape provides us Aesthetic pleasure, fulfills various needs and releases tension for a while. We all are made up with energy and always guided by energy.In the case of Creative people this energy creates a frenzy in the person' heart to make something new out of almost nothing. Where does the idea come from can not be guessed all the time - daily life, daily sight, daily talk or something rare if seen and touched can become the fuel to kindle the idea in our brain. Then our talent shapes up the whole enthusiasm into a compos...

ONUBHUTIR HAATCHHAANI - Audio শিশির ভেজা ঘাসে কেমন পাগল করা গন্ধ ! অচেনা মন কেমন করা এক অনুূভূতি, ঘুমের ঘোরে স্বপ্ন গুলো কখনও চেনা কখনও অচেনা, আকুল বাতাস নিয়ে এসেছে একরাশ্ শিউলি সাদা ফুল, সুপ্ত তন্দ্রা- আওয়াজ বিহীন এক  নিঃশব্দ অস্বস্তি়, তারপরই ঘুম ভেঙ্গে দেখি খোলা মাঠে একরাশ্ কাশফুল! আসছে পূজো - কত স্বপ্নের ঢেউ তুলে আছড়ে পরবে বুকে, ঢাকের শব্দ , মায়ের নৈবেদ্য়, বন্ধধ অচ্ছেদ্য়। সময় টা কেমন যেন অচেনা, তবুু চেনা সুর খুঁজে ফেরে মন, দৈনন্দিন গ্লানি, ক্লান্তির হাতছানি,- তবুুও কল্পনার আশ্বাস, এসো তুমি ফিরে সশব্দে, তোমার নিজের মনোজগৎ পরিপূর্ন একরাশ অনুভূতি নিয়ে, ফেলে আসা দিন,  স্বপ্ন রঙিন, ভুলতে পেরেছো কি দূরে গিয়ে?

 Have you ever lived in a Grass house? Made with Soft Grasses, Greeny beauty! Have you visited that land of love with spouse? Playing with Butterfly, covered with sheath of green, cuty! Imagine a trip in the land of long Grass, It can grow at doorstep, or at remote distance, Only one dew drop, one pearly Sparkle, With few raindrops, arranged to make a circle! The round necklace of gathered Water drop, There is no tiller, nobody,not growing any crop. The silence of solitary place, has a music of its own, In the Dark night, there's only Moon to be shown! Then when the Sun rises in the East, A few play in Grasses Green,a few small beast. Here you cannot make a cement house tall, You can make a hut to live within, small! All the pleasures of world appear mundane, Living in Grassy cottage,feels to be in Den. Writing a poem not of reality but Imagination, Not of Today or Tomorrow,only a Grassy Beauty , is my Creation! GRASSY IMAGINATION -Audio

 Hill, I love to feel , Not only to see, But a place to be, Full of Stony Beauty, And the green mosses obeying duty, They lend a Greeny  colour effect to it, Hills are to enjoy and for a while to sit, They are full of Birds and Humming bees, Era after era passes but the hill stand still. Some hills grow out of Seas and Ocean, Some hills are rocks gathered to deep den, Hills are the shelter of many wild beings, Snowman,Lion,Tiger,even Monks are living, Hills are the beauty and property of Country, Hills are full of solitude and nature 's bounty. BEAUTY of HILL -Audio

  The Year 3000- The Lifespan of Human beings have got shortened. They live a Baby life of 8 years. They are born out of Babies of 5 years. And after living 8 years they die a cool death that is called Euthanasia. There is a Baby kingdom where the King and Queen is 6 Years old. They have a strong scientific gadget that is called Time machine with which they travel in past and future. The Baby King makes a plan to visit the year 3500 with his Baby Queen . They set out for the journey. And after reaching the world of 3500 they find scorching summer is prevailing over the world. Getting down from the time machine they find that the world has become entirely Robotic.The Plants, House, River , Animals and the other creatures are not human but Robots . All the things are created by themselves and nothing looks natural but very Artificial. The Baby King and Queen try to make friend with one of human like Robots. The Robot says - " Give me a Gold coin as you are a King, otherwise I won...

  I worked as a Drawing Artist in PRATYASHA BOUTIQUE Saltlake for one year. There I gathered some experience of Applied Art. I  drew my design on the blank Sarees and coloured them with Fabric Acrylic colour.My madam, the owner of That Boutique  Pompa Das was very friendly with me. And I discussed new fresh ideas with her. She helped me in getting practised with drawing techniques in different materials and textures of clothes. On the first day I drew a Mermaid theme on a net textured saree. Moving pencil over that material was very tough. I drew also on cotton sarees, Tasar silk etc. My design was appreciated by all and there I met Sarajit da a creative fashion designer who also shared his practical knowledge with me.  I developed Madhubani design as shown above,and other beutiful motifs in paper to be drawn on Sarees. Pompa madam lived in a big house and on the top floor of her house she kept open for my work and in home I developed and cultivated much more creativ...

    I started a small Art business with a small investment in 2005. My raw material was Paper pulp made from old Newspaper soaked in water and then mixed with DDL binder. The Dice to take out the shapes you are watching in the photographs was old tiffin boxes, plastic mug, jug , bottle half cut etc.  First I made paper mache and smeared mustard oil allover my dice. Then pasted paper mache all over the Dice. After a few days of drying the beautiful holding shapes came out which I stuck on a base made by mountboard or Masonite board and coloured and designed from imagination. The complete works were used as mobile stand, pen stand, paper holder flower vase , show piece etc. They were sold starting from Rs 10/- to Rs 200/-.  I got good response in my business and started spreading it home to home. I sold my small paintings, hand painted Tee shirts , battick work wall hanging, paper craft ,clay jewellery,glass painting, coffee painting and many more Artworks created by m...

   I was studying in 5th standard when I was offered the Role of CHONDALIKA in Tagore's Dance Drama CHONDALIKA. The first part of the play was staged.Miss Sanghamitra Lahiri was my dance teacher and I was taught Kathak dance by her. She arranged the Dance drama in the Dance school Loknath Sangeet Chakra at Paikpara. Annual Function was arranged in that cultural Institute. I was learning Kathak Dance and was always appreciated by my teacher and others. As the Drama was arranged,in a neighbour house every Evening rehearsal was held . Rehearsal was continued for one month before the Show. Live song performance was done with live dance performance. In my role a singer of my age put her voice as CHONDALIKA. My father Vocalist Debdut Gupta put his voice as ANANDA - The lead male character of the drama. All other characters played by my peers was also very good and competent. I was clapped hugely by my viewers as a leading performer. The makeover was done by my mother. At that time I...

 My Tution experience can be called Integral teaching no doubt.I  started Private Tutions in 2009 as an Art and Dance teacher in our old locality Paikpara, Tala area. I got two kids to teach,one was my neighbour and the other my House maid' s kid. I started teaching them without any money to gather experience in Art and Dance. They both were happy to be my student. Every Evening I called them to my home and experimented with new methods of teaching. They shared a good relationship with me and for 6 months I continued the job. I preferred slate and chalk in basic stage of drawing and taught them a few basic steps of Bharatnatyam Dance. They took the classes very sincerely and Me too was happy to be with them. In 2010 With my parents I shifted to Saltlake Government Quarter and after a few months rest I again started private tutions in the Quarter area. There I got more room and more space to receive more students. There came the children of the employees to take training in Art...

  Often we are told in stories, The beauty of a moonlit night, The Silver queen was on her throne, Perhaps brighter than the Sun she shone, The Sky was full of Stars,  Majestic without blur, The Dark powers were omitted, As the pure glory white Silhouetted! Every Stony Grass had a white line, From the pure light of Moonshine , The Scene washed out all blemishes The pain of blackness, Stress of days,  Went on singing the lark, Hidden behind the beauty of Dark. The Beauty Queen was happy with Royalty, As she smashed away all mortality Even the grass drank  the pure milk of paradise , The Stony love of grass  bathed in milky light, That night every object was  personified, Sans human cries,  only the beauty stood - Showering God's Manhood. The blessings of that calmness, Sans any clumsy trace Traveling the world Failed to fetch that serenity, The beauty of moonlit grass Living without any lad or lass. The nature became as if animated With all its glory Cr...

  Every morning he goes to the field Works through out the day, Hard labour involves his Fantasy But he is never thrilled. Mundane existence makes his food His life is full of sigh , In the field with plough he stood, His is the lot to never forget the tough reality ,tears to shed His surrender to the Landlord Makes his life, his childhood, His offspring learns the same thing To surrender the whole energy To battlefield. His wife supports his labour  with her own hands She joins the farmer Without any hesitation She is with her husband always Making it her destination. Months after months Years after years Is covered with the snow of  Harsh winter, poverty and grief. Domination of the Landlord Is the breath of their life, Hard labour, sacrifice, Their blood is dedicated to work, The daily life struggle makes their food, Though they are preparing our livelihood, Remember how the Irony stood! The farmer 's last breath occupies His children's life- Another Saga of sacrificia...

  Once a Green Parrot imprisoned in a cage Prayed to God that after her death her soul might have Salvation to that stage so that she can fly freely and take the shape of an ornamental woman who would be endowed with Magical Power and Beauty  to convert sadness into happiness for every being living on the Earth. God granted the boon and the parrot died very early. After her death she got the power to convert sad into happy. She got an angel like appearance with soft colourful feathers. She visited Heaven and met God . God warned her not to use her Power for any wrong person. If she did so her Power will be vanished and she will be imprisoned again in her next birth.  The bird was thus converted into a magical lady making sad persons happy. She brought food to unfed beings, brought water to thirsty beings, brought solace to bereaved Soul but in the case of money she couldn't fetch it to the needy person. Because whenever she was using her magical power to bring money,an op...

  Here is the story of Kindness of a Fairy queen and Fairy King and the cruelty of dark powers. There was a Fairy queen who took the charge of some little poor girls living in a village. They were very poor and lived in a hut given by the landlord of that village. The girls were enslaved by the landlord and worked in the field.The landlord was very cruel in nature. Observing the poor girls ' situation a Fairy queen took the responsibility to make the girls happy. The queen granted beautiful dreams for the girls allover the night. Thus in morning the girls felt fresh and blessed and got more energy to work for the landlord.  The Fairy queen was working at the backstage and nobody knew about the fact. The girls were happy and was growing prosperous day after day. The landlord noticed the matter. He asked the girls oneday " How can you gather so much energy even after working hard in the field whole day?" The innocent girls answered :" We watch refreshing dreams while s...