A New Cognizance

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Once in a while my colleague from the next room walks into my office during lunch time and makes himself comfortable at the chair by the desk. The other day he walked into my room, his attention turned to the three small picture frames on my desk. There sits an old picture frame of Lord Ganesha and Goddess Saraswati traveling with me since the day I moved to my hostel room in Calcutta. Guilty of not following the ritualistic Hindu religious prayers, my spirituality ended in to bowing in front of the frames whenever I felt I needed some extra boost. I must confess that few of those prayers, mostly the ones which used to occur at inappropriate hours of the day, were tainted by selfish begging for wisdom, knowledge and to avert obstacles.

Recently there had been a new addition to the team of gods, another small frame bearing a picture of Goddess Lakshmi. I am afraid that in one of the future selfish prayers, wealth and prosperity might as well get added to the list. There is no end to greed, you know.

Now this time, my friend who comes from a mono-theistic religious background, stared at the pictures and started to study them intently. Having nothing else to divert his attention, I found myself fumbling to answer his queries. I was trying my best to give a comprehensible idea of Hindu denominations and our love of idolatry. Being no expert, and being brought up in a religiously liberal household, my efforts faltered soon.

I tried to explain why one of the Gods has a head of an elephant, how the four hands indicate God’s divine omnipresence, how each arm depicts a special aspect, with the lower right arm always in a blessing positions. My friend stopped me at this point. “Well, this goddess in white clothes, she is not blessing you. She is not even bothered. She seems more interested in playing her instrument”, he lamented. I looked back at the picture frame, the same pictures I have been seeing everyday for the past one decade of my life. And here it is. Obviously, the right arm of Lord Ganesha and Goddess Lakshmi is in a blessing position, while Goddess Saraswati is just using that arm to play her Veena. I gave up, and thankfully lunch time got over.

Later that evening I came home and checked out the deities again sitting in my cupboard.

After a stressful time of reasoning and re reasoning, I thought I got an answer to my friend’s question. I could not remember if I had read it somewhere, or heard somebody telling it to me in childhood. But these were the words, while all the Gods and Goddesses always bless their devotees; Goddess Saraswati wants you to work hard to earn her blessings.

Hmm, so this clarifies why after each math paper, my desperate prayers for good marks were answered with some numerical digits which bestowed me with the honour to just able to pass the paper, bringing the average percentage down. All the time, She was sitting there on my desk, with her right arm retrieved from the blessing position, daintily playing the Veena, hinting me to work hard on my math lessons. It is me who could not decipher the meaning. Only it is too late to realize this now.


MCM's Diary

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Ooops! MCM has done a blunder. MCM forgot to wish The Blog on it’s Birthday (1st B’day) and did not bother to post a blog either on that day. MCM says sorry to Frog Tales.

Yet, MCM feels better now. MCM is proud of actually being able to write two back-to back blogs within a week’s span. The first blog was to announce MCM’s return to blogsville. (Oh! MCM has fallen in love with the word ‘blogsville’). The second was an image of a newspaper cut out. It was about a Holy Cow.

MCM is also happy about this week’s Jhalak Dikhhala Jaa finale result. MCM’s favourite Baichung Cute Bhutia won the reality dance show JDJ (a la Dancing with the Stars). MCM could not vote for him, though.

MCM also met her friend Raj and his wife Pindi this week at LA after 13 years and chatted about good old days till morning.

MCM is worried about her other friends in Australia and prays that situation comes to control soon. MCM abhors the racist attacks on Indian students in Australia.

MCM is upset over the fight between multiplex owners and movie-makers. MCM urges them to sort out their problems and release a movie soon. MCM wants to see a bollywood masala movie.

MCM is excited to start to read Jhumpa Lahiri’s Unaccustomed Earth but is saving the book for upcoming Brazil trip. Lahiri’s book will be a delicious read on the flight to Rio.

And, last but not least, if, any of you, by any chance, want to know who is MCM, it is your’s truly. This morning I decided to (unofficially) adopt my Roommate’s surname (Mishra). So from MC, I have turned to MCM today.

Mr. Roommate is slightly intimidated at my sudden rush of love for his surname.

OK, that’s it. MCM is done.


Holy Cow!!!

I received a forwarded mail from a friend this morning. He sent this (looks like a cut-out from an old Hindi paper). Can't stop laughing since then. 

It reminded me of a childhood joke we cousins used to share- the infamous "Goru-r rachona" (essay on cow). Goru-r rachana looked stale compared to this.

A Fresh Start, Yet Again..

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After a long lapse, I am starting over, yet again. It seems writing a blog is really not my cup of tea. In last few months I tried several times to put some words to my addled ideas. Each trial found my fingers flutter on the keyboard for a moment and then my fingers slowly move to the mouse to click my favorite blogspot links and I gaily flew around in Aparna’s variegated sky, listened to what Munmun speaks or had a peek at Sameera's haven. Aah, what a joy. So what if there were no bollywood releases for last one month. No complaints here.

Also with my recent move to a new country, I am keeping my record straight. That is, move to a new place every two- three years. I have moved bases five times in last seven years. I guess now I am getting the hang of “living out of suitcases”. Urban nomadism. Meanwhile amid the hustle and bustle of my struggle to settle down in a new city, my personal life appears to reach a cosmic standstill. I am wallowing in a confused state of being.

Not that I know what it is, But I know I do not like this.

Searching for a way out and I know I will sure find it…. soon.

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