City of Joy

The extravagance of this festive season keeps on increasing every year. From tiered lightings to themed pandals, from detailed idols to ritualistic celebrations, everything is done by hand for these few days. What is more apparent, is the joy in everyone's minds to cherish each and every moment of these 10 days, by celebrating, laughing and mostly looking good.

Having kept my life low lately, I found it hard to not divulge in this excitement. What appealed to me the most is the unique smell of the seasonal flowers, the autumnal weather, and the craze that Kolkata puts up with every single year.

However far I want to go, a home to a Bengali will always be what Kolkata has to offer to them.

Dream

I wanted to fly. So I jumped.
But only after a few seconds, I realized I wasn't flying, I was falling.

But I was not scared. It felt free.
After all why be scared to see the world, it's magnanimousity and beauty. The moment seemed infinite.

And in the end even if I die when I hit the ground, I have nothing to regret.
I have already achieved what life seeks .

Find your infinity too .

Money can buy Happiness?

Recently, I was reading a post of one of my friends on this topic, "Can money buy happiness?" The post was a usual combination of philosophical expressions and interspersed musings what this day young adults are so prone to ventilate. I myself also belong to this category, yet it struck me that this topic might not belong the usual lot of views.

The last few days

The last few days of his work life was still what a man could do. Pushing himself to his limits.

My dad was retiring from his work. It occurred to me for the last few years left, that how it would be to have him in the home, nothing to do, and he will be ill-at-ease. Well, but he would surely think himself weak, not able to find much things to prove himself. I was contemplating how the man can be okay by saying "it's okay".

Death

I sometimes think, what is death actually? Is it what science tell us that all biological processes in our bodies stopped? Then, is all processes working makes us alive?

It's strange that how we know as the spirit, in these bodies of biological processes, actually goes through a self actualization process of understanding complex spheres of quality. But then so strange that a heart and brain with blood​flowing around can make us alive.

Madness.

The other day, while going to college I saw a mentally ill person on the road. For a long time looked at the person, trying to understand his actions. I felt sympathy for him.

Thoughts linked and I went on to think why he must act in such a way. It was meaningless. But he wasn't completely wrong. He understood the earth and it's living and  non living beings. I gathered, there must be a reason for his actions which is only justified to him, yet not explainable to others.

Memories are everything, without it we are blind.

You see, living life is not only about how you spend your​ day, as it goes by. Everyday, you make some memories. 

Why should we need memories to live? Have you ever thought how life would be if you don't remember your childhood? Have you ever thought what it feels like to forget everything, to do something and forget the next moment? What will you be left with if not the memories of how you laughed, cried or felt happy. It's more like living life and forgetting  its purpose.