In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
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Thursday, April 30, 2009

in the backyard of my house

They belong to my neighbour. I am only a virtual thief.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

in the shadow of a tree

Monday, April 27, 2009

Green, the saviour green

When I have been desparately looking for clouds for getting a lease of
life I find none in this cruel April of Calcutta.
But suddenly I find this green-this refreshing and promising green!

Friday, April 24, 2009

April is the cruellest month

At least this year's April in Calcutta

Calcutta has been reeling under heat –waves. Two persons died
yesterday when the mercury crossed the 40-degree mark for the fourth
time in six days. The discomfort index was 66 degrees Celsius.
Thursday was bad, with the maximum and minimum temperatures four
degrees above normal, the discomfort index 11 degrees above normal.

Friday, April 17, 2009

deep rooted in Bengal

A Banyan tree inside the campus of Presidency College, Calcutta.
The building seen is of a department behind the main building of the college.

One must have to know about the Presidency College, Calcutta if one
wants to know the history of Bengal Renaissance and the emerging of
modern India. Almost all the great Bengalis studied or taught in this
great institution.
It is the oldest and most prestigious colleges of India. It was
established as Hindu College, on January 20, 1817 in Calcutta. Raja
Ram Mohan Roy, the great social reformer, headed its foundation
committee. It was later renamed as Presidency College in 1855. It was
placed under the control of the University of Calcutta in 1857.
Presidency College was one of the first colleges in India to admit
female students with the first girl student attending class in 1897.

Considered as Harvard of India, Presidency College has undergraduate
and graduate degrees in natural sciences, humanities and social
sciences.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

met them in Kodaikanal

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

newness

I dedicate this image to nishikabbo, chhayapath and Pranav on the
occasion of Bengali New Year.
shubha nababarsha

All my Flickr friends perhaps know these flowers. I do not know
whether the plant is Bengal's own but I know that to every Bengali in
West Bengal and Bangladesh is a favourite.

Mysore Palace, Mysore, India

Mysore is a city of palaces, but the most magnificent of them all is
the Mysore Palace sometimes known as the Main Palace as well. One of
the most unforgettable images of the city is the image of the
illuminated Mysore Palace against the dark black sky. It takes ninety
seven thousand light bulbs to produce this enchanting image of the
Palace. The Palace is situated in the middle of the city and is a
reminder of the grandeur of a bygone era and is today an invaluable
national treasure.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

tension

The clouds suddenly appeared to cover the sun while the plant
(bougainvillea) sought to grab and secure the source of light and
life.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Vinca Rosea, Madagascar Periwinkle

I'm one of those who suffers not knowing the names of the flowewrs
when the photographers post them here in Flickr.Most of the people are
not as ignorant as me. But still there are some. So this writing-if
anyone requires it.

Traditionally and historically, the Madagascar periwinkle has been
used by many folk healers in many different cultures, for treating a
variety of ailments much before the present day modern researchers
studied and confirmed the plants varied and valuable healing
properties. For example, this plant was used by the folk healers of
the India, in treating wasp stings by a topical application of the
juice from crushed leaves.
In France, the epithet "sorcerer's violet" has been given to the rosy
periwinkle. The origin of this name is with regard to the historical
use of the plant in the charms and love potions of medieval Europe.
The power of exercising evil spirits was also attributed to the plant
by Europeans in the old days. For example, the rosy periwinkle was
used by medieval Europeans in their floral garlands to ensure the
protection of the bearer from sudden harm. The Italians called the
rosy periwinkle, the flower of death and placed garlands made from the
plant on the grave stones of infants. The use of the plant and its
cultural connotations changed over time, and the periwinkle was
considered to be an emblem of friendship by the French during the era
of the enlightenment in Europe.
Catharanthus roseus
[Spiritual significance-Integral Progress in Matter
Matter awakens to consciousness.]

Thursday, April 9, 2009

still unattainable

You may reach it. You may far exceed its physical distance from the
earth. But you will never get it. It belongs to a hidden place in the
earth itself.
Discover it in your mind-your spiritual mind!

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Presence!

It is fullmoon tonight.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

delight in self-giving

Or the delight in self-unfolding!
Both are same and single experience.

Monday, April 6, 2009

the meditating pine trrs in the Himalayas

It is the time to tour in Himachal Pradesh in India

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Entrance of Agra Fort

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Dewan-E-Aam

Audience Hall of the Public, Agra Fort, India
Dewan-E-Am (Hall of Public audience) was a building constructed by
Shahjahan who replaced an earlier wooden structure. The arches are
covered with white lime polished to a smooth finish. The triple arched
royal canopy has lavish pietra dura ornamentation. Here was kept the
famous Peacock Throne ordered by Shahjahan. He met officials and
commoners and listened to the petitioners in the Dewan-E-Am.
Agra was capital city of Mughal Empire for a time from 1526 to 1658.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Portrait of a sad man

This is portrait of a man who wonders why people want to be identified
by religions, nationalities, casts, ceeds, colors and wealth!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

flying in the air of the Himalayas

If only I had the wings to return to the mountains again!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Who was she?

I got her in moonlit night. She was an existence partly with my idea
and partly with the moon. So it was a delightful play trying to get to
her in her fullness. But the moon was short-lived and she was
dispersed like clouds in the sky. Before she had a promise for a come
back.
So I get her in the broad daylight. As there is no place of a witness
in the kingdom of life I am yet to be sure of her identity.