Reflection: Three Hundred Fifty-One
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One.
I am no deer,
my boy!
Then why come as a beast of prey?
You can love well with your heart,
There is nothing in this body,
know this.
Two. I believe life is more beautiful than we can imagine. So, I
always enjoy it with others!
Three. Being happy alone is much better than being happy with
someone, because in the first case, you’re often in charge of your unhappiness
as well.
Four. When I speak about my life, you learn about your life.
Five. Why can’t I stay angry with you? Why does your face appear so innocent when I look at it?
Why can’t I dream without you? Why does my love for you seem greater than the most trusted relationship in the world? Why do my eyes begin to smile when thoughts of you enter my mind?
Why do I feel like effortlessly forgiving all your wrongs?
Why do thoughts of you arise whenever I sit down to eat?
I haven’t found you,
yet why do I become distraught thinking I might lose you?
Someday, find time to give me these answers. I remain waiting.
Six. The human heart is most strange. At the most inopportune times, without any reason, it falls in love with someone it shouldn’t love. Knowing they are a star in the sky, it still wants to touch them. When they say “I love you,” even if it’s a lie, the heart wants to believe it’s true. It wants to possess that person completely. Knowing it’s wrong, it still wants to dream. It wants to laugh for them, even to cry for them. Is this merely a simple emotion?
Or something else entirely??
Seven. This world doesn’t turn out pleasant for everyone!
Not everyone can remain well!
If everyone remained well, the Creator would have a bit of a problem, it seems!
I am good,
yet how badly I am faring. So-and-so is bad, such-and-such is bad, yet how well they are doing!
All this comes to mind,
doesn’t it?
Do we truly never live in happiness? Happiness and sorrow—both are permanent truths in life. One will inevitably follow the other. There’s no end to lamenting sorrow, yet does anyone ever voice complaints or doubts about happiness?
Why don’t they? If we accept happiness with smiling faces, why do we lose patience in sorrow?
There’s no gratitude for staying well, yet countless complaints about being unwell. Why?
No objection to unearned happiness, yet unwillingness to accept earned sorrow!
Overwhelmed by a moment’s pain,
how easily we declare: “My fate holds nothing but sorrow!”
Lost in boundless joy,
have we ever said: “My fate holds nothing but happiness and more happiness”? Why haven’t we? Isn’t this a shameless display of a hypocritical attitude toward one of life’s two truths?
Let suffering come,
happiness lies ahead. Let anguish arrive,
joy awaits. Surely after suffering comes happiness. In life, happiness comes disguised as suffering, laughter arrives wearing the mask of tears. Always, the temporary pain of the present creates the lasting happiness of the future. The more intense the present sorrow, the more certain the future joy. The more the present humiliation hurts you, the more abundantly future honor will repay you with interest and joy. For now, bow your head and endure in silence. On the day when joy will shine bright,
when good fortune comes to your life, you will live with your head held high in dignity. You will see,
that day you will find great peace looking at your own life. The Creator will write songs of light with your days of darkness. He surely will.
Are you in a very bad state? Really?
Think for a moment—the condition you’re in, many dream of being in such a state. The darkness of your nightmare is the light of many others’ dreams. Yes,
you are living the dream life of many others. You don’t eat because you don’t like the food,
many don’t eat because they have no food. Have you ever thought about this?
The Creator could have placed you in their ranks too. But He didn’t!
Thank the Creator. He is surely merciful to you. We live in the homes of the homeless,
eat the food of the hungry, steal the years of those who die young to survive,
wear the clothes of the naked, snatch letters from the illiterate to show off,
enjoy the health of the diseased. By whose grace?
After all this, will we still say
we are terribly off?
The Creator has given sorrow, given calamity. How much?
Instead of giving these, He could have given death. No one in this world is so indispensable that they cannot be given death. It could even be that His giving us infinite suffering instead of death
is itself our reward. To live, one must endure. There is no strength greater than patience. The Creator tests us greatly!
The harsher the present trial,
the more boundless the future happiness. The Creator’s tests and rewards
are both infinitely mysterious. We have not been given the capacity to understand that mystery. With our limited abilities, we can do only two things. One: maintain boundless faith in future good fortune. Two: show infinite tolerance toward present misfortune.
The Creator grants good fortune understanding the person.
The Creator takes away good fortune understanding the person.
First prepare yourself to enjoy good fortune,
then hope for good fortune. Your present suffering will never go to waste. Nature will repay you in full for the price of today’s sleepless nights before you die. Have faith in your own strength—before beautiful days come to your life, your necessary strength will never be exhausted. Make the maximum use of your present strength. Both your efforts and your negligence—accounts of both are being written in the Creator’s ledger. The reward or reproach for this is rightfully yours, and you will receive it in your lifetime. Wait. However much waiting hurts, the fruit of waiting brings relief many times greater.
(Let me share a true story. I had to write this piece twice. The first time I wrote it on my phone. Just as I finished writing and was about to post it, a phone call came. When I ended the call, I saw that the writing was gone. Somehow with an accidental touch, the piece had vanished. I felt terribly disheartened. Still, even if the writing was small, trivial, insignificant, it was my labor of struggle!
My child appears most beautiful to my eyes. I began to feel
I wouldn’t be able to write the piece again. The effort of bringing the same thoughts to mind once more truly felt overwhelming. I gave up somewhat. But then again, the desire to share my thoughts with all of you kept persistently knocking in my mind. What could I do!
Reluctantly, I opened my laptop and began writing the piece again. When I finished, I saw
I had written nearly double the amount I had written on the phone. And again, the new piece was much better than the lost one. What did this mean? I get angry,
I sulk, but the Creator determines what is best for me.
)
Thought: Three Hundred Fifty-Two
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One. To married and unmarried couples—
If you love truly,
Friend, then let them sleep,
Sleep first, love after,
When they wake, then speak.
Two. This
world never runs by your rules,
this world runs by the world’s rules. What you think,
what you don’t think, that is entirely your own affair. The world won’t run by that. Either follow the world’s rules, or become so powerful yourself that the world is compelled to run by your rules.
—Understanding this is the first step of mental maturity.
Three. Girl With No Arms Sings & Plays Piano With Her Feet |
Romania’s Got Talent | Got Talent Global
Passion overcomes limitations. What
are your excuses, Sir?
Four. Leaps on campus, gasps at work. The bigger one’s mouth, the emptier one’s head. Bells ring at wrong times,
fail when they should chime. Elephants strike the muscle,
kicks land on the brain.
Five. Actually, no work in this world can be done easily. After you manage to complete the work, the work seems easy.
Six. The water of the reservoir—absorbing all the fragrance of jasmine flowers lost in water-play,
like me—waiting for her…..
May she come…….this prayer.
The silence of the hushed night, surpassing the tender sound of water, restless in the comfort of two existences, let it float in whispered voice……..
……..night
Seven. The wisdom of seeking help from someone is:
not what you need, but rather letting them say what they love to talk about. I can bet and say,
you will get much, much more than the amount of help you’re seeking.
Wait,
be patient,
you will surely get what you’re seeking. (Now tell me, which of my writings are these lines taken from?)
Eight. (Written while posting some photos)
After more than a year, I had such fun taking pictures. I posted the photos just as they are, without any editing. This photo-taking plan was my younger brother Hasan’s idea. So Hasan is the choreographer of this album. The photographer? My mobile phone’s camera. Who’s the person behind the camera? Let some identity remain secret!
There are some fake pages in my name. So many people get confused about which page I actually run myself! Naturally! The gentlemen/ladies who are running pages using my name, posting dog-shit writings claiming them to be Sushanta Paul’s writings—I won’t shame them, because the sole mantra of your beggar-lives is: “I’ve come to the streets with bowl in hand, why should I keep shame alongside?”
But I’ll say this much—you claim to be Sushanta Paul, so sir/madam, let’s see that bastard post today’s photo!
Some people are also very foolish! They simply can’t figure out what’s real and what’s fake! This page has almost all my writings, which no other page has; they only post some career-related writings of mine and pass off some worthless cheap writings in my name, creating filth. My beloved writings are mainly those that aren’t about career. They don’t post those, because those swine offspring know very well what the public ‘consumes’ more in the market.
Another thing. If anyone thinks these photos don’t suit me, then I’ll tell you—please don’t come to judge me. I am as I am. If you can accept it, welcome; if not, goodbye. You won’t get any salary for playing master here. I know what I am. You’ll quietly watch, like, and comment—wow! That’s it. Then you’ll leave. It would be even better if you don’t do any of these things.
(Apart from the profile I’ve tagged, I have no other Facebook ID. You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to understand this. In all my writings, I tag my Facebook ID.) Thank you
Nine. In this country—
unrighteousness is greater than righteousness,
BCS is mightier than grades!
Ten.
Friend, by diminishing me,
I’ve swallowed pain and endured all your fierce blows!
By that you became great,
I would have been happy!
Friend, when you caused me pain,
I said nothing at all,
The real account truly balances,
I see you understand now.
If you want to become great,
don’t make any friend small,
become truly great yourself!
However recklessly you strike,
you’ll get it back with interest, know this.
Blood flows silently in my tears—you laughed seeing this,
The blood’s account must be settled, deep in the heart—smeared with blood!
I didn’t curse you aloud,
If you must be cursed,
then cursed you are by my sorrow!
Don’t weep, friend, what little you’ve received—that much was your due!
Eleven. What identity truly is—only one who lacks it
knows.
Twelve. When fear strikes today,
I close my eyes and think of you,
how the fears come running, fleeing,
vanishing all………before you—everything!
Thirteen. Many of us know where our limitations lie. Yet,
it seems to me, most of us
fail to recognize the places of our strength. So we cannot dare to ask for something greater. It even happens that
we’re afraid to wait
for something good,
though that very good thing waits for us.
Fourteen. People say, if you want to succeed, be confident. My personal experience tells me that
without success, confidence never comes! What’s the bottom line?
There’s really no fixed formula for success. The road some people sprint across—
there’s no law that it must be sprinted. You can walk, you can crawl. You can even change the road. Rather than changing yourself, it’s easier to change the road. Success is living without regret. If not surpassing yourself, at least knock a little on all your own doors.
Fifteen. I have lived at the extreme boundaries of both hope and despair. I know
how it feels when only emptiness lies ahead. I also know how much hope alone keeps a person living. What a life of penance is—
I didn’t need to learn this from any theosophical lectures. To those who claim they’re in great suffering, that no greater suffering is possible,
I say:
there was a time when even counting the hours till death seemed like luxury to me. To count such hours, one must at least be alive; even that being alive—what a terrible luxury of torment!
I have seen that
just staying alive accomplishes much. When one is lost, no one cares except the very closest people. So, stay alive. Your death would cause great discomfort to some people who find peace wishing for your death. If only for their sake
. . . . . . . live!
Staying alive is the greatest revenge. So,
if only for your own sake
. . . . . . . live!
Live, for yourself. Live, for others.
Thought: Three hundred fifty-three
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One. Online bluster, offline fine.
Two. Two things can create friendship even between people from opposite poles: bad habits and failure.
Three.
From father I got the head,
not the brains—so what?
How am I any less capable?
With my tremendous muscular strength,
nonsense words spin and return.
Find an issue,
catch the tissue,
keep running in pursuit.
On Facebook, free of charge, we defecate with such delight!
We are fools,
cattle in the herd,
souls hungry for drama,
beneath our masked faces, devils slumber.
Everyone runs,
I run too,
Everyone laughs,
I laugh too,
Everyone cries,
I cry too,
Everyone dances,
I dance too,
Everyone farts,
I fart too.
We all follow everyone else,
our brains in the garbage heap.
What’s real,
what’s fake—we take no trouble to understand,
empty-headed,
that’s why we’re Bengali!
Because Facebook exists, I babble nonsense,
babbling away, I reveal the goat within. Baa baa baa, I go onnnnnnn……………!!!
Baa baa baa, I go down the path of lies, in the crowd of many frauds, in the silence of truth.
A frenzy has descended on this damn Facebook,
on these brainless walls—
hypocrisy runs rampant!
Four. One must pay the price for pushing away first love—consciously or unconsciously.
Five. If you don’t have money to spend on your life, you’ve to
spend your brain. If you don’t have brain to spend on your life, you’ve to
spend your time on Facebook. That’s why, I’ve a Facebook account.
Six. Speaking from experience,
those officers in the workplace whose skills and
achievements are quite good—I’ve never seen them showing off about their jobs on Facebook. The work-worship of true heroes always happens outside Facebook. They work quietly, listing their accomplishments loudly isn’t in their nature. Common people think the officers jumping around on Facebook are very effective. I can say with responsibility,
in reality their qualifications,
power, and
achievements in the workplace are usually negligible. If you’re ever truly in trouble, try knocking on their door. Most of the time you’ll find
they have neither the mindset nor the ability to help you. But if they get a chance to do something
that will bring lots of likes and comments when shared on Facebook, increase followers, then they’ll jump at the opportunity. Believe me,
they are far more publicity-mad than they are humane. With these frauds, you can’t tell from the outside which is their face and which is their mask. Every department has some gems whose Facebook profiles are very low,
so you don’t know them. They keep themselves hidden,
because they engage so deeply with their work that they don’t have time to Facebook their work. The power of the powerful lies outside Facebook.
Seven. “Oh
beloved, tell me truly,
what is love?”
“A home whose toilet is neat and beautiful,
with a proper working flush!”
“What are you saying! Tsk tsk!
Shame shame!”
“Oh come on! Shit first, love later!”
Eight. A son dies before his father, a mother is born after her daughter.
Life as lived is as constant
as birth and death are constant.
No.
Peace comes through prayer,
meaning comes through labor.
Strength comes through faith,
knowledge comes through effort.
When dharma is on the outside,
then dharma is not there at all.
Shows dharma,
understands not—know for certain—such a person is a fool.
Understands dharma,
shows not—accept for certain—such a mind is truly devout.
May you live in happiness,
may you live in comfort,
may you live in peace.
Stay well,
keep others well.
Ten. There is no greater sorrow than maintaining a relationship with a faultless person.
Eleven. My small experience of being directly or indirectly involved in a couple of government recruitment processes tells me—
wandering around college or university campuses and Facebook, and wandering around the job market are not the same thing.
Twelve. In time’s race…….time grows weary……. waiting for time…….time grows restless…….
Thirteen. One Radha, one Meera. What a wonderfully beautiful song by the goddess of music, Lata Mangeshkar! The composer of this song, Ravindra Jain, was born blind. Through tremendous hard work and devotion, he became one of India’s finest music directors. During the recording session of the movie ‘Saudagar,’ his father passed away. Even after receiving news of his father’s death, he did not leave the studio. With a heavy heart, without letting anyone understand, he imperturbably finished the entire recording before rushing to his deceased father. Later, the music composition of ‘Saudagar’ became one of the finest works of his career. For his concentration, honesty, and sincerity, the world will always remember Ravindra Jain with reverence.
Fourteen. I write, you read. You write, I burn.
Fifteen. Dear one, on your next birthday, become a lantern! Happy birthday! (Written for a good soul)
Sixteen. A good memory takes away much more than it gives. The ability to forget is fortune itself. The more one remembers, the more one suffers.
Seventeen. Rabindra Sangeet cannot be sung according to one’s own whim. How much this irritated Rabindranath himself can be seen in his 1938 letter to Jankinath Basu—
They sing my songs with whatever style they please, which undoubtedly destroys their true form. The composer has no authority over the singer’s voice, so there is no other path than to endure with patience. Many radio singers these days also boast that they improve my songs. I think to myself that instead of wasting talent on improving others’ songs, they would be blessed if they applied their minds to composing their own songs. If one must create disturbance in the world, then it is better to do so in the force of one’s own name, like Hitler and others.
(If only the challenge Rabindranath threw down in those last two sentences could shame them a little! Still, the parasites will sing:
Whatever you say, brothers, I have no shame!)
Eighteen. The one who wants to abuse you,
is the same one who then asks you for a job!
So understand this: in this world, you fill your belly through jobs, not through emotions!
Nineteen. There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and
statistics. ~~ Attributed to Benjamin Disraeli by Mark Twain in “Chapters
from My Autobiography — XX”
There are three kinds of lies: lies,
damned lies, and facebook. ~~ Bangladeshi Facebook boy Sushanta Paul
Twenty. I’m reading Badal Basu’s ‘From Peon to Publisher.’
Read the last two or three pages of the section about Shibram Chakraborty. Our true character emerges here.
Twenty-one. In life’s cycle, with little wealth but abundant spirit, in joy’s dance, within the mind’s compass.
Thought: Three hundred and fifty-four
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One. Boys are starved for love,
girls are starved for the expression of love. Where boys value love itself, girls value the words “I love you” far more. For girls, the externalities and performance of love have always held more appeal than love itself. Boys can blurt out “I love you” quite easily,
but girls cannot say it so readily. Love is something for girls to feel,
but for boys it’s something to see and hear. This is why
a boy can understand who truly loves him
much better than a girl can. Yet girls’ stubbornness in believing false love to be true is legendary. When someone calls 24 times in 24 hours, shouting “I love you” until their voice breaks, it builds solid Taj Mahals of love in girls’ eyes. A boy who can’t show off his love—even his genuine love is worthless to girls. Girls are fools in this matter,
which is why they get deceived.
Two. Frightened by an exam, a teacher made Ishwarchandra write an essay. A man who could write “Bhrantibilas” by writing just 15 minutes daily for 15 days could quite naturally write such an excellent essay “by force,” against his own wishes. What’s surprising about that? If I had been made to write at that time, I could at best have produced endless rubbish about one Ishwarchandra Vidyasagar, the way Ranjan Bandyopadhyay and his kind survive by sifting through the excrement of the revered. Some intellectuals are dung-beetles. Disgusting!
And the common people?
They’re like a goat’s third kid,
jumping around without understanding anything. Why do they jump?
Because everyone jumps,
that’s why. When you see everyone around you jumping, jumping yourself half-understanding or not understanding at all is the general politeness of fools.
Three. Stop trying to be perfect. If you keep doing what you’ve been doing all this time,
you’ll remain exactly as you’ve been all this time.
The power of not making someone listen is far greater than making them listen. If you want to make someone hear something, do it not through words but through your actions. Your day will come too. Until then, let people talk.
Four. He falls, he trolls.
Five. Yes,
you’ll throw tantrums, act like a two-penny goat while putting on million-dollar airs, swagger about having your fun,
and then in the end you’ll come saying,
Brother, I’m finished, give me a few pinches of motivation,
let me dissolve it in water and drink it down. I too shall kick life around like you do. What do you take life for, friend?
A chicken egg that you can crack whenever you fancy and make an omelet and gobble it up!
Wasn’t it on your mind when you were having all that fun?
You had your kicks, you strutted around, now take your beatings. Simple!
Six. To make the laws, you’ve to be a parliamentarian. To remake
the laws, you’ve to be a candidate. Laws are made in the parliament, remade in
the exam hall. I can write on all the laws if needed—laws already enacted,
laws to be enacted. To pass an exam, a kind-hearted examiner is more important
than a good preparation.
Seven. Razzak has departed. One of those whose magic filled our childhood with pure joy has today journeyed to the land of no return. This emperor of cinema, who became companion to the joys and sorrows of Bangladesh’s common people, will live on forever. Farewell, beloved soul.
Eight. The modern era of student life:
Honors first year, second year, third year, fourth year—foolishness during the days of study
Honors fifth year, sixth year, seventh year, eighth year—study during the days of foolishness
Nine. Among those girls who marry expatriate men,
not all marry the man himself,
some marry the expatriate lifestyle. How many marriages are nothing more than a clever way to live abroad.
Ten. Better people are judged, worse people judge.
Eleven. (This post is not for those who haven’t watched a single movie in the past 7 days.)
Share the best Bengali movie you’ve watched in the past week and your favorite dialogue from it.
Here’s mine:
Movie: Under the Blue Sky (1959)
Dialogue: ~Is such arrogance good,
Your Majesty? ~Arrogance is good for one whom it suits.
(from the movie Storm (1979))
Accept it or not,
there’s a kind of friendly relationship between arrogance and talent. Reality speaks to this truth. Let me see,
if I survive past the 25th, I’ll study this matter and write a substantial piece about it. For now,
may all creatures in the world be happy and blessed with the maxim ‘pride goeth before a fall.’
Twelve. I remember the day Rabindranath died—I had a fever that day and didn’t go to school. My elder brother went to school but returned shortly after. My mother asked him, ‘Why are you back so early?’ He said, ‘School’s been dismissed.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Rabindranath Tagore has died.’ In that small provincial town—this much I remember—Mother was standing on the verandah. She held onto the verandah railings and began to weep. This poet—what can I say of him—whether you call it light or shadow, his influence was so vast that it could move even a housewife to such depths of grief! It must have felt like a personal loss to her—why else would she weep like that? No one was watching, nothing—I was just observing from a distance. Here—returning to what I began with—the one she had lost, she hadn’t been walking beside him personally, but her mind had been traveling with this man.
—Soumitra Chattopadhyay
I’m reading some interviews with Master Soumitra and thinking: just as some gods are equal to humans, some humans are equal to gods.
Thirteen. The world’s freeloaders knock on my inbox expecting free meals. As if I’m sitting here with endless enthusiasm and time to serve everyone without distinction! All free hospitality must absolutely-absolutely happen outside the inbox. Extra attention requires extra reason. Eat if you want to eat for free. But if you want to eat while making others work, use your brain. Good things aren’t available free personally without any reason. That’s the rule.
Fourteen. Men’s courage lies in meaning, women’s in speech.
Fifteen. You need haters in your life. You don’t have any? Well, it means, you’ve not achieved anything that challenges anyone, so you better create some through your achievements. They hate you as they want to be what you’re, but can’t. You don’t hate them as you simply don’t have to care about whatever they’re or aren’t. Haters are basically losers. Losers talk with words, achievers talk with actions. Achievers even don’t have that much time to know about the existence of the losers. Now it’s your choice what you wanna see yourself as–an achiever? Or, a loser? Haters hate you but can’t ignore you. Be that much tough & worthy!
Thought: Three Hundred Fifty-Five
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One. So my dear fellow, when you were having all that fun before honors; now after honors you can’t get a job, you’re wandering around the streets aimlessly, while your illustrious friend is sitting for exam after exam and instantly landing jobs, unable to decide which offer to accept and which to decline—this is exactly what was bound to happen, wouldn’t you say, you retired loudmouth? Chaudhury saheb, you want to have fun but not pay the price for it—how is that possible, sir? Is life that simple? Don’t those poor souls who worked so hard deserve any reward? Where did all your clever days go? Now let’s see a bit of that old swagger!
Two. Wives suspect their husbands and thus ruin their happiness. Husbands try to understand their wives and thus ruin their happiness.
Three. I watched ‘Storm,’ the film about Derozio’s life. I’ll tell everyone: watch this movie. You’ll gain an understanding of the Bengali character. Match it against your impartial judgment—you’ll find that understanding true. Generally, Bengalis are a people given to fads, forgetful, ungrateful, treacherous, hypocritical, and foolish. In Bengali society, it’s impossible to benefit people without suffering harm yourself! If you want to live safely, never consciously help anyone selflessly.
Four. 2-minute silence for those who think that I’m here to help them build their career.
Five. I had a coaching center called P@ul’s Coaching Home. I used to teach students from lecture sheets. Some of those sheets still remain with me. I’m sharing them with you one by one. There may be some errors. During classes, I would correct the mistakes in the sheets while teaching. But now, due to lack of time, I couldn’t do that. While reading, please take the trouble to correct them yourself. Another thing: I never made solution sheets for the exercises. I would solve them instantly in class. So you’ll have to take the trouble to solve them yourselves while studying.
Six. If you’re already happy with your life, don’t fall in love or don’t fall in love again. Love is a trap. Once you’re into it, your happiness vanishes. Do anything your heart desires, but not in the name of love.
Seven. In some relationships, love grows from being together. In some relationships, love dies from being together. Both the birth and death of love are deeply mysterious.
Eight. You can never expect justice in a country where the gravity of an incident depends upon the degree of its sensitization.
Nine. Sometimes you need a disaster in your life to know the truth about yourself.
Ten. Walking along the roads, one day I’ll suddenly stop. One of the ‘smart songs’ I’ve heard. It feels so good to listen to!! In the comment thread, I’ve given links to 5 more ‘smart songs’ (in my eyes, I mean ears!). (This being alone feels quite good. I’m quite well like this, let the end come at the beginning. I didn’t keep her address. The address I gave, I couldn’t find. If I don’t know her at all, what of it.)
Eleven. Love itself is fake, only love songs are real. By the way, I’ve fallen in love with this song. Which one? Let me know if you suddenly feel like crying.
Twelve.
Don’t leave known feelings
in causeless neglect
abandoned to the unknown…
That’s sinful!
Those who don’t understand, I can explain to them,
But those who understand,
how do I make them understand,
tell me!
Even while understanding,
pulled by false pretense,
don’t live as if uncomprehending!
Why do you keep me alive
in such hatred—
Still, nothing was known today.
This way, you keep
silencing me
again and again……I am being depleted!
A heart blinded by love and suffering might forgive,
but suffering will not forgive…….
Remember, never.
Suffering’s mercy is less than yours.
My suffering—doesn’t bind you, I know.
Your suffering—doesn’t push me, I accept.
Don’t let me live, yet keep me alive—to love.
Damn feelings—damn suffering—damn love—damn affection—damn all these desires—damn it all!!
Thirteen. Winning is a very very very bad habit.
Even when a girl sees she is nearly
losing or has already lost an argument, she still can’t accept the defeat. She
loves to invite more and more problems by continuing the argument. She never
spares an inch as she can’t see herself lose an argument. No matter, whatever
the truth is, the only truth she wants to establish is what she thinks the
truth is. A girl’s truth lies only in her heart.
A boy does the opposite. He either
wins an argument or simply runs away like a wise dog! Retiring is better than
arguing. For winning he never spares an inch, but for losing he can spare even
miles after miles! He thinks, let the fucking truth rest in peace, let the
worthless argument rest in peace. A girl is happy when a boy says, “Sorry!
You’re right!” Just saying sorry often gives a boy the passport to a
girl’s mind and so to her body.
Trust me, winning is a hoax, so is
losing. The only thing that matters in the end, is living. You can never win
every argument and live your life at the same time. You can never lose every
argument and live your life at the same time. Maturity is knowing when to win
and when to lose, as sometimes to win is to lose and sometimes to lose is to
win.
Fourteen. Worldly life is frightening
(Wordily life is frightening)
Have you seen the movie Into the Wild?
If not, watch it today itself. On IMDb’s
list of top-rated movies, it ranks 181st out of 250.
(Note:
this movie won’t lay motivational eggs. Don’t watch this movie to taste motivational omelets. Those who love the wilderness can watch this film. I think you’ll like it. Most people come to my page to eat motivational eggs, thinking all my posts are motivational egg-laying chickens. Fuck!)
Fifteen.
: You haven’t done the right thing at all,
you drew someone very close and then gradually pushed them far away!
Being close doesn’t necessarily mean there has to be touch!
The unwanted caress never lingers in anyone’s heart. Where heart touches heart,
the intensity of feeling instantly bridges light-years. The love of touch is momentary!
We shall dwell in each other’s hearts,
that way we’ll live for eternity.
: Your grammar of closeness belongs to you,
mine to me. We’ll stay close,
yet no one will touch the other—such closeness is torture! What’s the point of living in suffering for eternity?
Momentary happiness is far more precious. That’s how I see life. I’m not saying
you must see it the same way; I’m only saying, find someone who will see you through your own eyes. Any objection to moving away?
One can always step back. It’s never too late for all chances of withdrawal to vanish. I drew you close—oh wait!
Didn’t you come willingly?
Can one be forcibly drawn close?
Your anguish is making you dishonest. Do you realize this?
Thought: Three Hundred Fifty-Six
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One. For stubborn women, their obstinacy is worth more than emotion or love.
Two. In almost every relationship, the possibility
(read: apprehension) of a breakup is at least 90%. Still they dream, still they work
(meaning, love, what else)
at it.
If you work sincerely, your chances of reaching your goal are at least 90%. Yet you don’t dream,
you don’t work.
Take inspiration from the boys and girls around you who are in love. If they can chase after a near-certain wild goose like sheep, why can’t you chase after a near-certain golden deer like a madman?
Three. Sometimes when people receive something beloved from the unloved, they draw the unloved close and push the beloved away. Then the unloved become beloved,
and the beloved seem deeply unlovable.
Four. At others’ success—the capable become inspired, the incapable become envious.
Five. Marriages survive on mutual trust and understanding. How?
Very simple. The wife never trusts the husband. The husband never understands the wife.
Six. Single—It’s not a relationship status, it’s a feeling.
People being in a relationship, still feeling single are not so few in number
as we think. Being single is bliss.
Seven. Do you know when we grow up? Only when we needn’t share our pains with others to feel OK with them. No use of bothering others by our mistakes or miseries. Face your problems instead of facebooking them. Even thousands of sad reactions never lessen your pain. You insult yourself every time you give others the chance of just knowing about your pains and completely ignoring it later. Trust me, no one really cares about your life. Why? Let me ask you frankly, why should they? Never expect to hear a Yes from a stranger if you don’t have any reason to hear a Yes from them. Accept it. No one really disappoints you. You disappoint yourself every time you expect. Grow up. Grow strong. Stop showing your emotions to a wrong person. On earth, you’re the only right person to deal with your sufferings.
Seven. (I wrote this when sharing my essay ‘Voluntary Destruction—in Faith, Action, and Spirit’.) A few words: Please don’t comment without reading the entire piece. This essay is not for everyone to read. If you find the piece too long, skip it. Your time matters most. I’ve written this after considerable study and effort. I’d appreciate it if you refrained from irrelevant or pointless comments. Do offer constructive suggestions—I’ll be grateful. I’m not aware of anyone else writing on this subject in Bengali. If you like it, feel free to share—no need to ask my permission. Take care.
Eight. In my life, I’ve been into walking workout 3 times till date: During my boyhood days with my father (with pleasure) During my PATC training days for 4 months (under compulsion) Since 30 May 2017 (being forced by nothing) Never have I attended any gymnasium in my life. Now I’m interested to attend, but there’s no such scope in my place. Today I have covered a distance of 26.86 km in 4 hr 20 min with a speed of 6.1 km/h having burned the calories of 1202. My S Health software records today’s workout result like that. I’ve no idea about the accuracy of this software. Unfortunately, there’s no plane walking-track free of traffic in Kurigram town. So, you’ve to use the road adjacent to the govt offices leading to the railway station for walking workout purpose. Dear friends, what’s your highest record? Please share here.
Nine. Bengali—What to Write, Why to Write. Truly an extraordinary book! Everyone should keep this book in their collection; especially those who write and teach! This book needs to be read. I bought it five years ago, yet I’m only reading it today. Shame on me! What nonsense have I been writing all this while! I’m reading and feeling embarrassed. My gratitude to my kind and gracious readers.
Ten. There are certain lies that truly give genuine pleasure, but if you cannot receive that pleasure falsely, then true life, the true world, true feelings—everything becomes terribly, truly false and meaningless in a dreadful way.
Eleven. Excessive curiosity, excessive interest, or excessive preoccupation with anything or anyone destroys a person’s natural way of living. One must live like a duck—shaking off water while swimming in it. You may touch, but you must not let yourself get trapped.
Twelve. Better to lie like a dog on the path of your own dreams than to live completely on someone else’s path.
Thirteen. I believe that becoming first in the civil service exam five times over would be far, far easier than making any girl or woman happy. My salutations to all you woman-charming gentlemen!!
Fourteen. The Mouse. Somen Chandra’s story. What an extraordinary tale! Reading this story inspired our beloved Humayun Ahmed to take up writing. The story’s author was involved in politics. What did politics give him? At just twenty-two years of age, he was stabbed to death on the streets of Dhaka while marching in the front row of a procession. He was a communist. Those who murdered him were also communists. Politics only destroys—conscience, sensibility, intelligence. Exactly ninety-seven years ago today he was born. Happy birthday, magician of words.
Fifteen. Showing the contents of your inbox to anyone is like showing the private parts of your body to them. If you do it, you don’t have the minimum personality and you don’t deserve any respect. Marketing your privacy is something like masturbating or having sex in public.
You find anyone annoying? Well. Then why the Hell do you continue chatting with them? If you don’t like their presence in your inbox, just block them, or block messages from them, or just ignore. Who told you you would be hanged if you didn’t reply a seen message? Come on! Even, what’s wrong in leaving an unwanted message unseen? Why so curious, huh? Why didn’t you restrict your messaging setting? You continue replying anyone means you are enjoying their virtual company. There’s nothing wrong with them. You’re just having the fruit of your choice. No one can ever annoy you or waste your time in your inbox without your consent. Never!
By keeping your windows open, you can never enjoy the outside air and prevent mosquitoes from entering your room at the same time. Grow up, kids! Stop hypocrisy! NOW! Better to be a scoundrel than be a hypocrite.
Sixteen. You missed it? OK now tell me your sweet excuses. Dear guardians, be really strict before it’s too late. The world doesn’t care about your blind affection.
Seventeen. The weak are carried by fate, the strong carry fate in their hands. Don’t be carried by your luck; instead, be strong enough to carry your luck.
Eighteen. One very simple rule: Learn from everything you do and everything others do. Never criticize or judge. I mean NEVER. Either accept or don’t accept, but don’t don’t and don’t criticize or judge. It’ll simply destroy your power.
Thought: Three Hundred Fifty-Seven
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One. You have only two options: either go to bed late at night, or wake up before dawn. If you truly cannot bear being alone at night, the second option is better, because most people stay up at night and waste time chattering. If you can wake before dawn, no one will be around to disturb you, so you’ll find little else to do but study.
Whatever we achieve, if it is something truly remarkable, it is surely the result of at least ten thousand hours of labor over ten years. No one in this world can accomplish anything overnight.
Two. The same shirt, yet it suits one person but not another. At least that’s what people say. Why does this happen? Because the first person is very beautiful? Or because that shirt and that person are Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi—made for each other? It doesn’t always have to be this way. What happens more often is that the first person simply has greater acceptability. This might anger or hurt the second person, but thinking with a cool head reveals that a shirt looks good not because of the shirt’s qualities, but because of the person’s qualities. Everyone calls the shirt wonderful because the person wearing it is wonderful. So to wear beautiful clothes, one must first become a beautiful person. Otherwise, no matter what you wear, you won’t find anyone willing to say “that looks good on you.” Even the colors and styles of successful people seem appealing, while the truthful words of the unsuccessful sound like nonsense. Everyone tells them, “You don’t have two cents to your name, just big talk!” Life is like that. Nothing can be done about it! Success is the sweetest excuse!
Not everyone in this world can do everything. Not everyone gets everything in life. Everything cannot be accomplished through everyone. There is nothing to feel disheartened about this. Just because an elephant cannot climb a tree does not make it inferior to a monkey. What matters is how one performs in the work they do well. In cricket, I was the player who retrieved balls from the drain. Those who wouldn’t let me play because they thought I couldn’t play, who didn’t give me the time of day, who found peace in mocking me—they actually played quite well. They devoted much time to cricket, they became good players through many sacrifices. I couldn’t play cricket, so even if they had let me play in exchange for fetching balls from the drain, I would have found peace in thinking “I’m also playing.” In return for retrieving balls from the drain, I received something else—I scored 38 marks more than them in mathematics exams. They scored 60, I scored 98. Even that wouldn’t have mattered if they had grown up to become the next Saumya Sarkar. If they could have achieved something like that, the whole world would have respected them. But that never happened! So what did they gain in life by abandoning studies for cricket? Let cricket remain, if studies are kept properly intact. Otherwise, one will spend their entire life applauding cricket, never earning applause for themselves. Those who used to beat me in childhood had all their strength in their bodies, their heads were empty. I have not seen much friendship between physical strength and mental prowess. To those with less capacity to work with their minds, God mercifully grants some power in their arms and mouths. So it’s best to devote time to what you dream of becoming. Do what you love. Love what you do.
Three. Happy New Year
In the year 1424, whether I can help anyone or not, as long as I live I will not cause the slightest harm to anyone—let this be our New Year’s resolution. You might find ten opportunities a day to harm someone, but you might not find even one opportunity in a hundred days to help someone. If you do find one, certainly make use of it. If you don’t, whatever else you do, at least don’t harm anyone. You will have to face the consequences of your actions many times over, either yourself or your most beloved person, before death. Live, let live. Stay well, let others stay well.
Four. You love someone, yet cannot trust them—there is no greater suffering than this.
Five. Who becomes a critic? Those who have no qualification to be criticized. This is why a Sajnikanta can never become a Rabindranath, and is compelled to live life merely as Sajnikanta. A Ranjan Bandopadhyay has to earn his livelihood by being a Rabindra-merchant. Everyone must seek peace by living however they can! Even the paan-bidi shop owner in my neighborhood lane sometimes feels like elevating his status by cursing Bill Gates. What fault is it of the poor fellow, tell me?
Six. A household survives not on love or romance, but on patience and forbearance.
Seven. You can never claim you’re passing through the right track,
even if it seems pretty OK to you until and unless you reach the right
destination you started for. Often it so happens that you interpret it in the
wrong way (or, in most cases, the way you feel comfortable with) when you come
to know how only a few others made their journey already. The road not taken by
you yet, is the road you better stay foolish about, smartly foolish. Whatever
suggestion you receive or refuse from whomever, be sure first it does not
allude any of their self-interests.
Eight. When someone does not give you time, not always it means
they are busy. Maybe sometimes they simply do not want to give you time as you
cannot afford to buy their time in some way or another. Show them a reason to
shake off the luxury of sitting idle for you. I have often found that attitude
shown by others is often something you earn, rarely something you deserve.
Leave the things you cannot afford to keep. Simple! We do not need everything
we have even to have almost everything we need.
Nine. One of the secrets of power is giving your subordinates
every kind of protection even sometimes at the cost of your own vulnerability.
Do something for them whenever possible that compels them to put the highest
level of trust upon you. Take them to task seriously whenever required, NEVER
let others do it. If you can’t take the irresponsibility, you can’t expect to
take their credit either. Managing your office very well is just managing your
subordinates very carefully. Never let them understand what you’re not telling.
Hiding is an art.
Ten. The best way to manage the people you find difficult to
deal with on Facebook is just to ignore them, I am happy, so they are. Everyone
thinks he is right. If you think, he is not, better be happy with what you
think right and let him stay happy as well. Some people consider showing
arrogance in some situations their birth right. Also, you are arrogant in some
of your thoughts even if you are tactful enough in expressing them in a polished
manner. Not everyone is that tactful. It’s your strength, man! In fact, there
is hardly any fact, there is just accepted or acceptable interpretation.
Everyone feels comfortable to think things right he feels comfortable with. So,
LIVE & LET LIVE.
Eleven. Three lessons:
When two strong entities enter your
mind, one entity makes the other one weaker and tries to kick it out. Two weak
entities can exist together, but two strong ones can’t.
When you decide to mix with SMALL
people, you decide to show and tolerate SMALLER attitudes. Now, it’s your
choice!
You can’t eat the fruit you achieved
and keep your mouth open at the same time. Let them talk who have failed to
achieve it and hate to see you eat it. Just eat and enjoy.
Twelve. A beloved song possesses an extraordinary quality: it can hold time captive. Many, many years from now, when I hear a cherished melody, it will resurrect the story of some sweet, ancient moment in life—perhaps the very moment for which that song first rang out. Whether you remain by my side or not, traces of you will linger in my mind as witness to those beautiful moments. I will always thank you for gifting me with imagined time more beautiful than dreams themselves…
Thirteen. Let me suggest you a very very simple rule: Never ever open
your BIG mouth about yourself before you pass 10 years after passing the HSC exam.
জীবনদর্শনের অপূর্ব পাঠ :
(১) ” আমরা ঘরহীনদের ঘরে থাকি, নিরন্নদের খাবার খাই, অকালমৃতদের আয়ু চুরি করে বাঁচি, বস্ত্রহীনদের পোশাক পরি, নিরক্ষরদের অক্ষর ছিনিয়ে বাহাদুরি করি, রোগগ্রস্তদের সুস্থতা ভোগ করি। কার অনুগ্রহে? এরপরও বলবো, আমরা ভীষণ খারাপ আছি? ”
(২) ” সাফল্যের বাঁধা-ধরা কোনো ফর্মুলাই নেই আসলে। যে রাস্তা কেউ কেউ দৌড়ে পার হয়, সেটা দৌড়েই পার হতে হবে, এমন কোনো কথা নেই। হাঁটা যায়, হামাগুড়ি দেয়া যায়। রাস্তা বদলেও নেয়া যায়। নিজেকে না বদলে বরং রাস্তাটাই বদলে নেয়া সহজ। সাফল্য হ’লো আফসোস না ক’রে বাঁচা। নিজেকে ছাড়িয়ে যাওয়া না হোক, অন্তত নিজের সব দরোজায় একটু কড়া নাড়া।”
(৩) ” আগে সৌভাগ্য উপভোগ করার জন্য নিজেকে প্রস্তুত করুন, এরপর সৌভাগ্যের আশা করুন। আপনার বর্তমানের কষ্ট কিছুতেই বৃথা যাবে না। আজকের নির্ঘুম রাতগুলির দাম মৃত্যুর আগেই প্রকৃতি আপনাকে কড়ায়গণ্ডায় মিটিয়ে দেবে।”
(৪) “নিজের শক্তির উপর বিশ্বাস রাখুন, আপনার জীবনে সুন্দর দিন আসার আগে কোনোভাবেই আপনার প্রয়োজনীয় শক্তি ফুরিয়ে যাবে না। বর্তমান শক্তির সর্বোচ্চ ব্যবহার করুন।”
(৫) ” আপনার চেষ্টা কিংবা আপনার ফাঁকিবাজি—দুইয়ের হিসাবই স্রষ্টার খাতায় লেখা হয়ে যাচ্ছে। এর পুরস্কার কিংবা তিরস্কার আপনার অবশ্যপ্রাপ্য, এবং আপনি সেটা জীবদ্দশায়ই পেয়ে যাবেন। অপেক্ষা করুন। অপেক্ষা যতোটা কষ্ট দেয়, অপেক্ষার ফল তার চাইতে বহুগুণে স্বস্তি দেয়।”
(৬) ” জীবনে সুখ আসে কষ্টের রূপ ধরে, হাসি আসে কান্নার মুখোশ পরে। সবসময়ই, বর্তমানের সাময়িক যন্ত্রণা ভবিষ্যতের স্থায়ী সুখ রচনা করে। বর্তমানের দুঃখ যতো তীব্র, ভবিষ্যতের সুখ ততো নিশ্চিত ।
(৭) ” আপনাকে বর্তমানের অপমান যতো কষ্ট দিচ্ছে, ভবিষ্যতের সম্মান ততোধিক আনন্দ সুদেআসলে ফেরত দেবে। এখন মাথা নিচু করে মুখবুজে সহ্য করুন। যেদিন আনন্দের দিন ঝলমল করবে, জীবনে সৌভাগ্য আসবে, সেদিন মাথাউঁচু করে সম্মানের সাথে বাঁচবেন। দেখবেন, সেদিন নিজের জীবনটার দিকে তাকিয়ে অনেক শান্তি পাচ্ছেন। স্রষ্টা আপনার অন্ধকারের দিনগুলি নিয়ে আলোর গান লিখবেন। নিশ্চয়ই লিখবেন।”
(৮) ” বাঁচতে হলে সহ্য করতে হয়। ধৈর্যের চাইতে বড় শক্তি আর হয় না। স্রষ্টা খুব পরীক্ষা নেন! বর্তমানের পরীক্ষা যতো কঠোর, ভবিষ্যতের সুখ ততো অপার।”
(৯) ” স্রষ্টার পরীক্ষা ও পুরস্কার, দুইই অসীম রহস্যময়। সে রহস্য বোঝার ক্ষমতা আমাদের দেয়া হয়নি। আমরা আমাদের সীমিত ক্ষমতায় মাত্র দুটো কাজ করতে পারি। এক। ভবিষ্যতের সৌভাগ্যের উপর অগাধ বিশ্বাস রাখা। দুই। বর্তমানের দুর্ভাগ্যের প্রতি অসীম সহনশীলতা দেখানো।”