Diary of Pronamika Hazarikahttp://dreamalife.rediffiland.com/Diary of Pronamika Hazarikaen-usThe Atheist
I read the story "broken ties" by Rabindranath Tagore. Its a beautiful description of relationships and the passion underlying each of the relationships. The root of this story is a character who is an atheist. This character is a blessing to the entire human race. He does all things good for fellow humans except worshipping the many idols. Though i dont believe in "god" but i do sense the presence of some mighty strong force of nature that holds together the entire universe and its many components, perhaps the centre of gravity!! I highly appreciated the "atheist uncle" in "broken ties", he helped the needy......the needy was the one who was in real need........poor and hungry and helpless is not always the needy, the needy may be the poor, hungry and helpless but is a survivor and wants to come out of his misery and wants to swim out from the mess of impoverishment.


An atheist accepts that he can get no help from prayers, but that he must in himself find the conviction and inner strength to meet life, to grapple with it, to subdue it and enjoy it. According to an atheist in his knowledge of himself and knowledge of his fellow human can he find the understanding that will lead to a life of fulfillment. He firmly beleives that its only by our actions can we be worthy of life's trials and tribulations.

From the time we start understanding spoken words and sounds made by everyone around us we are taught a lot of ethics, an ocean of rights and wrongs, does and donts........we grow with these set of rules and our thinkng and life gets moulded. Its only when some incident in our life shakes and wakes us up from the long sleep of illusion and bewilderment and we see life in the light of the pure rays of the sun. Lot of these illusions around us get cleared when we begin to see beyond us, beyond our needs and likes and dislikes, and when we find a cause for selfless love to humanity without demanding love in return.]]>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 16:31:00 +0530http://dreamalife.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/06/21/The.htmlFinding a "life partner".
"Choosing the 'right life partner' is very important." this is said by almost everyone when a girl or a boy is eligible to tie the knot. But how can we decide who is the 'right one'?

I have heard people say matching horoscopes is a good option or rather the best way........"americans dont do that so they end up in divorces.......(as if every american family has a divorce culture). Others say, choosing your partner yourself is the best way....afterall the most important ingredient for a happy marriage is understanding (But 'understanding' what it really implies is never explained). Those who are cynical or feel too strongly about their own sex or are either gays or lesbians dont think of marriage in the traditional way in which a 'normal indian 'would.So marriage to me is the most complicated concept in the world.

Inspite of all this the question remains........how to find the correct life partner? To this some have said that no body is right or wrong, if you want only then can you make the relationship work...basically its about the relationship that's born after marriage and not about the person you marry. But what do you do when the person you are married to is not your kinds (watch provoked, i have even studied the kiranjit case and its scary to even think about a situation like that)?


(...................keep reading my blog for the continuation .......)

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"Daffodils" (1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

This is my favourite poem. I won my first recitation prize reciting this poem and i was motivated by what it taught. I associate my english teacher....Mrs. Sujata Deewan with this poem. She taught me how to emote while reciting.

Mrs. Deewan is a very special person in my life. When i looked at her while she taught us, i would often think....will i be able to be like her..... Well, i could not be a superb teacher like her but ever since i lost touch with her..........i miss her.

Hope someday,i'll get to meet her soon.

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