Misteries in the Mist of Mind

It was a just a nice winter morning like all other but with a slight difference mood in all ways. I found myself roaming in the hilly roads, covered by clouds and fogs. Gangtok, the Capital of Sikkim, is always a center of monasteries, monks and mountains. The Seven brothers of Mountain Chain rounding this amThe day of cloudy when we set out for a local tour of the City and Around. There were lots of placed to visit like Golden Stup, Museum, Hunuman Tok, Ganesh Tok, Taschi View Point. But the main attraction was the two Monasteries "RANKA" and "RUMTEK".azing city, will make you breathe more than anywhere in India. Ranka Monastery, Calm, Quiet, sounds only the breezing wind and birds, missing Monks and Festive. The ideal place for study and meditation. The natural beauty of that place made us overwhelming. It was not very early morning a RANKA, but the doors were closed and there were very few monks in that Monastery. The Driver of our rented car, came out as a v

It was a late morning of a silent day. The daylight cleared all the darkness of the night, but not the darkness of fear in the heart of a common man. The day started with a "Curse Tag" in its head BANDH, a bandh for common people, in which they are to be imprisoned themselves, in their own homes. The day would pass, making you one more day old doing nothing. This sounds very funny, but not always. Even God thought that such a day can never be the one with His Best Blessings. The Nature played the role given, the black clouds, accompanied by a ferocious storm were patrolling through the sleepy city. "SHAME ON YOU", this was the only sound. Accepting BANDH on such a issue, which has been intentionally kept alive for last SEVEN month is truly shameful. Most unlikely scenario raises here. It is a old saying that artist are always different than others. A poet discovers his rhyme when he is sad, a writer finds a tint of satisfaction in grief, a singer gives his all when

Durga Puja means a new life, a new hope, a new starting, forgetting all that happened past. And I know I will not be at all wrong if I say, we the Bengali count days at least for four months for these four days. These four days are the most favorite days of a year, for each and everyone of us. Durga Puja, this year was slightly different for me. Unfortunately, I was not at my home as usual, I was in Kolkata. But this gave me the opportunity to feel the nostalgic four days of Kolkata. Starting from the Panchomi night, the five days were truly exceptional. Durga Puja in Kolkata Click on the photo above to open link to photo album

The word was well known to me "DEVOBHUMI", but I was not familiar with it. In the moth of May, just before monsoon we are there, my dad, my mom and me... just a small family tour. When I got a call from my dad, that he had some meeting in Delhi and wants to visit the Devobhumi once again, there was nothing to look back. It was my first opportunity to see the place where the Heaven starts. When we reached the Gateway of Himalaya, "Haridwar" - Hari ki Dwar, means the door to heaven where God Bishnu (Hari) Lives. The Sun had already ready to fly down and a pleasant breezy air was playing with the Greens of the valley. The small town Haridwar, bears the eternal symbol of Bhakti, in its construction, in its atmosphere and in its people. As the Marbel Murti of God Shiva attracts you so as His Monkeys, even just walking on the road you will feel that "No you are not in this Cruel and Selfish World, you are in some where else, where everything is beautiful from