Sparsh

I read blogs of thousand bloggers (mostly females) who write so beautifully about love that I envy them. They are so lucky for having love in the life. I never write about love in this blog because I don't have one & have no clue about my love. For a change on this blog, A love story from my favorite movie, Cinema Paradiso . .. A: --- Once upon a time, a king gave a feast. And there came the most beautiful princesses of the realm. Now, a soldier, who was standing guard, saw the king's daughter go by. She was the most beautiful one, and he immediately fell in love with her. But what could a poor soldier do when it came to the daughter of the king? Well, finally, one day, he managed to meet her, and he told her that he could no longer live without her. The princess was so impressed by his strong feelings that she said to the soldier: "If you can wait 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony, then at the end of it, I shall be yours." Damn! The soldier immediately w...

Note:I am not Bong. This article is written not to provoke any regionalism feelings. Just an opinion which comes out of respect for a community... I have strong dislike against CPI party rule over Bengal. I feel Bongs as radical and Tamils as conservative that represents extreme ends of the Indian culture. I am fan of Kerala as a well governed state. Kerala is a marginalized state in India who has challenged the false concept of high population as reason of illiteracy. But I admire Bong Culture more. This feeling was ignited when I see a original copy of Tagore's work in German published in 1904 still preserved at small city of Germany. Then, a passion to discover about their culture has reached to this final conclusion. I don't have any strong affection or even interaction with their bong culture. Check our history only, Politics, Games, Religion, Cinema, Economy, Literature and Social Reform etc all the fields was pioneered by few bongs in new direction. I was amused by the a...

With 'Lyrics of life ' , A blog devoted to the poetry only is started by me. I will try to transfer all of mine favorite poems from my blog into this to give it more space and voice. And for reading purpose, here comes a good post. 1- If Lahore is Pak’s soul, and Islamabad its mind, then Karachi—in all its scrappy glory—is Pakistan’s guts. I consider Pakistanis as our brothers whose fate is inter twisted with us. Taliban has grown so much that even journalist fear to venture in SWAT valley. Journalists don’t talk about fear much. It goes against the grain of the culture; the lone wolf, the impassive observer, the tough guy in tough places telling tough truths. Are they slave of our own public images? Then change your perspective by reading e-magazine by Pulitzer center on crisis reporting. ' Killing Fields ' film is must watch for everyone who wants to witness the cruelty of genocide and war. #The Pulitzer Prize is a U.S. award for achievements in newspaper journalism...