THROUGH THE SPECTACLES

Oh dear !

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

Those pair of glasses shade my eyes

From scorching heat of gruelling Sun...

Controls my migraine .. of life 

They are soothing yet like hard task master...

I can visualise ... not mere sight that is insight.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

Without them whole world is like a spectre to me ...

I've lost my wealth of knowledge and experience...

This is not the life means to me 

No clear vision; no mission.

Only mistakes , bulge of rubbishes.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

How can I see the eternal Providence?

Where Civilization starts, Uncivilized malaices too...

Those glasses of consciousness

Have broken apart..

I fear from being blurred.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I have lost my spectacles of conviction, dignity and power...

Without real power I have nothing to deliver.

I am blind to eternity 

Fragile to humanity and insanity.

Oh dear! 

It's time to fear...

From failure , hopelessness and strenuous penury..

On a tempestuous night I am a sailor of radderless ship;

No direction, no goal. 

 Oh dear !

It's time not to fear...yes finally

On a sleepless night a messiah of my mind , my enlightened spirit came ..

I found my lost spectacles of envision.

It was always within me..

.. my lost self inspection and belief 

Now it's a spectacular world to me.

 

 

Tale of Untold : From the backstage

      

      

I know my existence very well..

I know my role very well..

I know my ethics very well..

To support you from the back

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know that you have the light..

The light of broadcasting beauty.

I know you are most responsive

When huge rumor appeals for more.

I remain silent; peers with half flaged eye

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know , both of us are integral parts of each other.

Without me your glamour will be at a loss

Without you I have nothing to deliver

And that’s my job.

You can appeal for more extravaganza

But I require meagre not to be spoken a lot

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know that you provide the place to perform

But I give platform.

Public takes pleasure of it.

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know that you are the best known person of my existence..

But sometimes you brag for your showing beauty

I remain silent though, prefer not to react..

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know you are the product

But I am the processing..

Moreover we are complementary to each other..

If you are the supervisor

I am the manager who directly works with workers.

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know your feelings when lights are off, screen closes..

Then I provide you the time, to control you, to control your artists..

Moreover the performance on the ultimate stage..

Yes then you feel the need of me

I can understand too.

Remember the ultimate stage to pass

All your credits - debits are done 

Don't look at the back ...

It will haunt you like tireless ally 

At last feel fortunate for your opportunity

Whether you served well or not 

Hope for another better rebirth .. may be .

 

THELINES OF MISTERY

 NATURE'S WONDER

 Nazca Lines: From Peruvian soil

 As I said before that our mother nature is full of wonders which mesmerizes our sense of beauty, sometime not so picturesque but left us unanswered or victimize ourselves in a glare of mystery. 

If anyone tells you about Latin America then at first if you are a nature lover or travel explorer then the great Amazonia automatically catches most of your attractions which mostly lies in Brazil; the land of football. 

Now just turn your vision toward another famous country also most well known for football ; that is PERU. The capital of PERU is LIMA. If you go to the southern part of  LIMA then you will visualize some strange lines known as NAZCA LINES . Famous writer Erik Von  Daniken mentioned about it in his book " CHARIOT OF GODS". basically there are controversy still exists on these lines but according to the most of the archeologist it symbolizes the cultural and tribal behaviors, their creeds and customs most probably. They were created between 500 BCE and 500 CE by people making depressions or shallow incisions in the desert floor, removing pebbles and leaving different-colored dirt exposed. Most lines run straight across the landscape, but there are also figurative designs of animals and plants. The combined length of all the lines is more than 1,300 km (800 mi), and the group covers an area of about 50 km² (19 sq mi). They were made by removing the top layer of reddish-brown iron oxide-coated pebbles to reveal a yellow-grey subsoil. The figures vary in complexity. Hundreds are simple lines and geometric shapes; more than 70 are zoomorphic designs, including a hummingbird, spider, fish, condor, heron, monkey, lizard, dog, cat, and a human. Other shapes include trees and flowers. 

They were designated in 1994 as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.                                                                                                                                                                                
                                                     

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

 

                                                       NATURE'S WONDER 

                                Lauterbrunnen : The Queen of Swiss Alps

                                                                                                                                      DATE:- 07.06.23

Our mother Earth is full of natural beauty and charismatic wonders. One side we are experiencing the grueling scorching heat of summer other side there are rainfall, snow at an excessive rate ; both are imbalance in different ways.

As an Indian if you ask anybody about their dream destination most of them will indicate towards Europe or America, where as for brain drain UK,USA etc. are the first preferences then the Scandinavian countries or especially Switzerland will be the top most choice for travelling. 

Today I am going to mention about a small village with immense beauty in the lap of Swiss Alps; LAUTERBRUNNEN, originally it is a municipal area of Swiss Alps which is free from any kind of hustle bustle of the society, where the mother nature enjoys  full freedom by expressing her ways of splendor where only BONDAGE FREE PRINCIPIA rules. 

It consist of eye pleasing greeneries everywhere, beautiful valleys, mountains, waterfall and moreover pleasant weather , certainly like AN OYESTER IN THE LAND OF PARADISE.

 NATURE'S WONDER 

Umngot River : One of the finest river in India

DATE  :  05.06.23

Our mother nature is the alternate definition of WONDER LUST if preserved in the right way with proper conscience and sense of beauty. 

Unfortunately the negative flip of the coin of possibility is more prevalent in recent times. Pollution is raising scary eye brows though we have a very little care on that, water pollution is one of the concern. Many water sources are becoming ' not worthy enough to use ' due to lack of awareness among people, lack of maintenance from individualistic to the authoritarian level. 

                                             Don't feel negative always ! 

We feel pleasure when we notice that still there are some wonderful yet not so well known places are there which can blow our mind towards celestial feeling. UMNGOT river of MEGHALAYA is one of them. Arguably the cleanest river of India famous for fishing, side scenes, natural beauty ( consist of green vegetation , wonderful rock enclaves , even the colorful pebbles inside river are clearly seen. 

In April 2021, the Meghalaya government took a decision to construct a dam on the river, in view of the shortage of electricity. The project was the proposed 210 MW Umngot Hydroelectric Project, which received loads of backlash and opposition from the local villagers, who feared that its construction would disrupt tourism. The project was
eventually scrapped.  

The life lost (A frictional fantasy on Avni saga)

Date :- 18.03.2022

The blowing sound of chill wind... The moon looks unnaturally crescent looks like a pale bashful widow...the love lost..hapless . Shameless shadows are passing by... Scarlett,the renowned hunter distressed by his fellas on a dark Night...  The dense disdained jungle,deeper ever than before,denser perhaps the wild attire of nature mourning down here   He feels lonely..lonelier than before... Oh! My beloved one...for the last laugh I want ur warmth    The shadowy faces of dangers are passing by..   Here raises the sound..the roar..larger louder than before  Like a voice of lost emptiness  ...here scarlett once an ominous hunter now he is quite senile..  Faces a Tiger..    Flabbergasted...dumbfounded for a while.. No the tiger is not attacking him neither showing aggression.   Suddenly it came near Scarlett...whispers on ear  ' let's see'..we have no family.. Then we were there..and then... ' The tiger was stopped stumbled Little. 

            Mr. Arthobalanus - Darwin's favourite animal;  At a glance 

                                     Koustav Bhattacharjee

                                        DATE:- 11.03.22

In January 1835, three years into the voyage, the Beagle anchored off the coast of Chile, and Darwin—who’d been seasick much of the trip—scrambled ashore to walk the beach. He found a lush green canopy covering silky sand, with snow-peaked mountains visible in the distance. Wild potatoes grew near the shore, and otters splashed in the water, hunting crabs.

On the beach Darwin found a strange shell. It was coconut-sized and had a baffling feature: hundreds of millimetre-sized holes, as if somebody had blasted it with tiny buckshot. He’d never seen anything like it.

That night, back on the Beagle, Darwin studied the holes under his microscope. Using a needle, he pried something unexpected from inside them—minute barnacles, roughly a tenth of an inch long. They were cream-coloured and doubled over on themselves like hairpins.

Unlike other barnacles, these lacked shells. And while most barnacles secrete a cement like glue and lock themselves on to anything convenient—ships, docks, the bellies of whales—these barnacles were living as parasites inside another creature’s shell. No scientist had ever recorded anything like it, and despite all the other wonders Darwin saw on the rest of the voyage, his mind kept circling back to that odd species of barnacle. He nicknamed it Mr. Arthrobalanus, which means “jointed barnacle.” On his return to England in 1836, he was eager to study Mr. Arthrobalanus more thoroughly.

To describe Mr. Arthrobalanus, Darwin needed to know what differentiated its species from other species of barnacles. So he began writing letters to museums, requesting barnacle specimens. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that all existing work on barnacles was sloppy and third rate. There were gaps, obvious mistakes, redundancies. With a sigh, Darwin realised he would have to reclassify everything himself. He started writing more letters, requesting more specimens.

All known barnacles then were actually hermaphrodites, with both male and female sex organs. In calling the specimen “mister,” Darwin had been joking around. But in truth, the joke was on him. It turned out that Mr. Arthrobalanus’s species was not hermaphroditic. In fact, Mr. Arthrobalanus wasn’t even a mister—she was Ms. Arthrobalanus, a female.

Illustration by Clay Cansler; Thomas Johnson/Science History Institute, George Sowerby/Biodiversity Heritage Library