Memories from My Stolen Childhood

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The scents of night blooming jasmine always mark the advent of the autumn season. Xewali ful (in Assamese) or night blooming jasmine uses to be very fascinating for the children as well as the elderly people of my state of Assam. Night blooming jasmine can be found in every Assamese households. The flowers as well as its leaves have medicinal values. However, during our childhood days, regardless of its benefits, xewali ful was one of the fascinating things like that of Bokul ful (spanish cherry). We used to wake up early in the morning and walk for miles to collect xewali ful, (since we did not have xewali ful in our household) which our moms would dry up in the sun and preserve so that they could cook various delicacies with them throughout the year. Nonetheless, we disliked to taste those dishes but those tiny white, fragranced flowers were always a refuge for us. On the pretext of collecting those tiny flowers we would get rid of our studies during the morning hours. Even now, I get up early in the morning and set for my duty but don’t see any children coming back to their homes after collecting handfulls of xewali. I wonder if their moms don’t like to eat xewali ful like that of ours. However, now I like the taste of xewali ful, but can’t go to collect them like before. The days of my childhood are stolen now……gone are those simple and joyful days!! (Signing off..,Jonalee Das)

Every New Day Is A New Lesson To Be Learnt

Have you ever wondered how much patience, courage you own? Life is full of twists and turns, pleasure and pain. At certain moment we are sometimes at the ecstasy of pleasure and sometimes life makes us feel like drenched, wounded. Still we have to endure, live the life. We can’t say how much tolerant and patient we are until we undergo and endure the pain to it’s extent without letting others know. The path of life is often like a maze. Every single day we explore a new way, new aspect of it i.e. pleasure, pain, joy, sorrow, terror and so on. We can’t be static being afraid of what comes next. We must take a risk. Unless we take a risk to achieve something and endeavor we can’t really feel the ecstasy of being successful. Never see things always from negative perspectives. Every new day brings new lessons for us to be learnt. People we meet always have impacts on our lives.Good people are never tired of guiding, motivating, boosting you up irrespective of your follies. If you are surrounded by a bunch of such people you are lucky enough. There are a few people that we meet at certain period of time when we undergodissapointment,trauma who come as saviors and soothsayers to us.Even though the rudest person for us might have some impacts on us which comes out as one later. It might be their rudeness that will force us and motivate us to prove them wrong. Remember they try to underestimate you, demean you because they themselve hardly hold patience and wisdom. Don’t pause when you undergo such things. Rather move ahead, never look back to those unpleasant things. Learn everything that comes to you with a new zeal and prove yourself because life is much more than letting others demean you.
(Signing off Jonalee)

Life Is Beautiful


I am a nomad

In search of my existence

Reckoning the utmost bewilderment.


I am me, a nomad.(That Dimple Girl)

Yes, we all are nomads in our lives exploring it, reckoning perplexities, agonies and complexities ; procrastinating, battling in it. No matter what it is, life is beautiful. Live it, love it. Don’t get fixed, static in the phases that you are undergoing in your life. Live life king-size. Don’t dwindle over things because procrastination is a silent killer of happiness. Nobody is going to put you to the lowest circle of hell for the follies you are supposed to make in order to gratify yourself. So, what to bother? Live it fully. It’s your life. Be the champion. Bingo!!!

(Signing off….Jonalee Das)

Lives Within A Life

IF someday you are asked how many lives do you have to live, probably the answer will be only one. But is it true? Do we really have only one life to live?Absolutely not. We are living various lives within one single life trying to be perfect in one if not in the other i.e. life in the home, life with the friends and our kins, life at our work place and life in the public. Gabriel Okara has rightly said in his poem that man has learnt to wear faces like home face, office face and party face. We all are living a dubious life if not multiferious.

(Signing off…….Jonalee Das)

A Day Spent In the Lap of Nature (Daragaon, Diring). Baksa (Assam, India) Indo-Bhutan Border.

It’s a virgin beauty situated at Indo-Bhutan border, at the foot-hills of the himalayan state. An absolute destination for nature lovers who want to spend their time amidst the beauty of nature exploring it. The place is full of picturesque locations i.e. surrounded by hills meeting the horizon and the bickering stream flowing down from the bossom of the mountains. It’s a place with very beautiful natural scenery yet less visited by the tourists and hence it needs some sorts of upliftment. Dear nature lovers, if you want to live a life amidst nature exploring its bounties, do visit this spot.

(Signing off…….Jonalee Das)

The Chaos

Brooding over the past, regrets and sorrows are quite normal for every human being. The journey of life is full of twists and turns, compassions and contradictions. In such a life, we are always in a battle with our ownselves and we are the lost warriors of the conflict between heart and mind, just and unjust. For everything we don’t get in our lives, we say that we are not destined for that. But it’s nothing but the choices that we make which enable us to beget or deprive us of those single things.
Almost every alternate day, we live our lives amidst the chaos of emotions, ego and conscience and suffer from dilemma. How horrendous it is to pretend as if everything is alright when we are torn apart deep inside! It is often that we are asked to listen to our heart and intuition rather than our head when we are in a confusion. But is it wise to listen to our intuitions only? What about the rests such as values, trusts and other belief systems? Well, that’s another confusion and chaos undoubtedly.
We often feel like being depressed, locking up ourselves, crying aloud, lying for the whole day and passing sleepless nights, finding no way to escape, to get rid of such emotional chaos. We find no one to blame upon for such things that’s happening with us and so we do start blamming ourselves, hurting ourselves. Everyone more or less undergoes through this sort of situations. Even I do undergo such situations sometimes. Sharing your feelings, asking suggestions from your dear ones may also not help you getting rid of such conflicts and confusions at certain times. Letting things happen as they do may also not be the way to sort out things. You must have to choose any one out of the two; either this or that. You must have to gather that much of guts to accept to let one to go or to leave it for good and accept the circumstances at their worst. We need not be afraid thinking about the unfavourable situations that might occur since they have not occured yet. Always live in the present, do the needful for the test of the time. For what you have decided to give up, take your time, heal and keep hoping as life may become even more beautiful without it.
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The Journey

What do we want in our life…..from the people in and around us? These are the stuffs that are often misinterpreted by us and remain unanswered sometimes. We don’t exactly know for what we are unhappy or unsatisfied with. In many times we use to keep whining about this or that i.e. our love-life, work place or the people with whom we deal. We are often unable to find solace in what we are doing or how we are living no matter how many motivational quotes or books we read or the videos we watch that are in vogue now a days.

Life is a journey. It is like a multiple choice question and the people we meet and the roads that lye before us are like options of that multiple choice question. Among those options some are mere distractions and some are the right options that enable us to make life the best out of them. We get bewildered among those distractions and right choices. We get confused in between ‘to be or not to be’. So we do among our feelings and emotions like love and infatuation, jealousy and hatred. We often say “I love you” to the one whom we start liking. But is that really love or mere an infatuation for the test of time….we can’t exactly figure it out. Infatuation is a strong feeling towards someone which is mostly short-lived and over time it may diminish. But it is love that grows more and deeper with time. They say, love is the most miraculous thing in the world. It is so because it gives wisdom, patience, resilience,courage to sacrifice and most importantly it teaches us the art of giving. The journey of love grows from liking to fondness, oneness and one finding solace in another’s happiness. Infatuation wants to get the things be done and craves for the fulfillment of the wants and needs. But love is to give away, to grow and to heal each other and sometimes to walk away.

Now, if we talk about life, the questions that always come to our mind are….”Are we really happy?”, “Is this the life that we really wanted to live?” Our minds are fixed in the cascade of so called perfectly happy life. But can anyone define what a perfectly happy life is? Is that money that we want for such a life or can freedom and peace of mind give us such life? In a materialistic world where we live, money talks. People are plastic, feelings and emotions are thrown away, empathy is lost. Man rushes hither and thither chasing his goals. Family and old parents are nothing more than burdensome things for the people of fast-paced, self-centered modern world. For earning money and to live a sophisticated and perfect life, we have started discarding our family life, spending less time with our parents and children. Many relationships are on the verge of death and many has been killled. We have lost the peace of mind while striving for a perfectly happy life. It is said that the silence is golden and the freedom is sweet. But we have lost so many people due to silence in the chaos of ambitions and craze to achieve something that often keeps growing. We are free but without any freedom to live our life fully. We can’t accept failure and sadness. In order to achieve success, we have messed up everything i.e. love, family, work etc. Relationships are most of the time nothing more than something from which we want something in return. We do claim that we are selflessly giving our best to our relationships but we are selfish enough to expect something from them. We are always puzzled and confused between right and wrong, to do or not to do, repenting for not adopting this when we fail in that. But life is a commotion of happiness, sorrow, success and failure. Unless we accept failure, we can’t celebrate success. When we get wounds, we get healed too. Our entire life is a celebration of joys, wonders, love and emotions. So let’s celebrate it with all its shades and sail in the journey of life.

(Signing off………Jonalee Das)

Bhalo Koriya Bajao re Dotara

I can’t really remember right at this moment what her real name was. But I used to call her Kamala Sundari, (“kamala sundari” is a character in the famous song of late Srimati Pratima Pandey Barua, the renowned artist of Goalparia folk song). Kamala Sundari was the person who fascinated me a lot when I met her. She is a bi-sexual person. I met her when the construction of our new house was going on. She came to work at our home as an earth-filling labour along with some other women. She came to our home wearing colourful saree, droplets on her earlobe, playing music very loudly on her cell-phone. She would often like to giggle with her companions during their work like any other woman. But one thing that differentiates her from the rest of the society is her identity who is biologically or physically a man but wants to look and be like a woman. There are several other persons like Kamala Sundari in our society whom we often come to see now a days i.e. on the signals, railways or buses who use to take money from the passengers or passerby. Some of them literally use to extort too. They are called Eunuchs (hijras) in our society. In many parts of the country there are numbers of hijras who are often looked down upon or laughed at by the common people. No doubt, in India their identity has been acclaimed, still they suffer from the crisis of identity, job, earning livelihood. Taking money from the people has become a means of earning for them as a result so many fake hijras have also emerged. The fake ones are also earning in a disguise like those of the real ones whom we often come across during our journey in local trains or buses. Some of them look so horrible with their rough, manly faces covered with layers of foundations and compact powder. In spite of having stout and energatic physique they indulge in collecting money all dressed up like the hijras. During my regular train journey whenever I use to come across them I feel like boiling something up in my head. But my meeting and experience with kamala Sundari was unlike those of my previous ones. She was in deed a sundari (beautiful lady) for me. She believed in her work, efficiency and strength. Breaking the stereotype of hijras, she has come out to work along with any other people. It was her love for feminity that whenever she was asked about her identity she would like to introduce herself as a woman. When I gave her my old sarees and earrings she could not help being joyous and told every of her companions about what she had got from me. She often used to say that she won’t get married rather she would like to adopt a girl. For those reasons I developed some sort of liking for her. Once when I asked her name, she told me one which I forgot. So, I called her Kamala which she liked very much. She is no less than an ideal beauty for me and three cheers to her. Hence, I would like to dedicate that most widely sung Goalparia folk song to her- “Bhalo koriya bajao re dotara, kamala sundari nache.

(Signing off- Jonalee Das)