I must have my afternoon tea and morning cup in order to function throughout the day, perchance I fall asleep! I am an absolute tea addict. Earl Grey yeah, but I like my Darjeeling first flush, just the way it is. I am fascinated with all kinds of tea pots too and I love collecting them. But now due to my travel constraints this oddity is waning. A recent discovery is Imperial Grey, which is Darjeeling tea with Bergamote notes, it is absolutely divine under Marriage de frere. Globus in Geneva has it, Comptoir delices has it in Carouge,comptoir de the, Geneva.Now, coming to my fascination for tea rooms.From India,London,Paris,Geneva,New York, Venice,Rome, there are infinite tea rooms. I have this fascination for all kinds of tea. We have to make a start somewhere, so here Laduree has a history in macaroons and afternoon tea. An afternoon experience at hotel Bristol in Geneva is perhaps something close to what you might have to an English afternoon tea.
From a drop of blood
To a vortex of violence
Whether terror strikes in Bombay
Or Maoists and naxals attack
From Kashmir to Godhra
Innocent lives killed in the name of:
Divided states, divided strengths, divided religion.
What goes on?
Rape, murder, pillage
Yet believers going on pilgrimage
But to whom?
A silent spectator?
That which they call “God”?
What “God” is there?
Who do we worship?
Where there is a celebration of death?
Not of life!
Who do we trust?
When our faith in humanity shaken?
Power and Politics are a game
Mere pawns without shame
Where Hegemony and Patriarchy reign supreme
India booming in technology
Then why is it lagging behind in gender and human rights?
Those who claim to have
Cleansed souls and minds
But putrid hearts
Those sins cannot be condoned
Cannot be bathed in the Holy Ganga
Our Holy river polluted by crime and corruption
With the death of emotions and mental eruptions
Contributing and compromising with one’s soul
For the sake of livelihood
Feed the mind and soul
Feed the body with love
Feed not with hatred
For this cankers and devours peace
Disrupted peace of mind
Fight, the evil within, if you must
Dark dingy alleys of our mind
Need to be empowered
They need to awake
From this deep slumber
For change is welcome
A revolution is needed
We need to be independent
Self sufficiency and competency needs to find its lost meaning
And strive towards a new beginning
In a new dawn we shall awake
A new Bengal reborn within a new India
It pains me to see my city crippled
To be divided, to be written off; as a disease
We need entrepreneurs
Exchange fermenting ideas not only ‘black’ money
We march towards a new Calcutta
A better tomorrow
Feed the intellect as well as our hearts
Not senselessly fill coffers
Make both material and spiritual profits
Not persecute ambition brutally
But reward talent
And give the brave some recognition
Where there is development and improvement
Where our minds and our cities advance
We break away from the past glory
And wake up from this trance
And work for a future
Where there is true merit and no nepotism
An ideal utopia, not of Marx or of pseudo socialism
But a free world, a free mind, independent
Where freedom of expression reigns supreme
Hail to democracy!
Why is it that those who have a voice chose to remain quiet?
The fittest lack conviction and ideals
While the weak idle are filled with pseudo intensity?
Stirred with empty passion.
Let the power of words not override our actions
Let us not be overwhelmed by idealism
But fight realism
Let us not be sucked by chaos
Or wallow in self pity
Or be overcome by grief and pathos
But revel in the order of anarchy
And dance the dance of life.
My heart can’t hold all this happiness
As if my heart overflows with emotions
I can’t think
I am awestruck
I am sailing to my destination
I am flowing with the breeze
I am flying high
As if life will never come to a nigh
Endowed with a blessing
The greatest gift ever
I feel complete
This sense of calm
Strange belonging to this world of words
This familiar sense of paper
of black ink
Freshness of ideas
bubbling and bursting through my mind
I have been doing several things and dabbling with paint, with ink, with colors, with musical notations, laptops, with scrolls,quills,pens,cameras. Enjoying life, experiencing life in its full swing.Being a cynic, then resurrecting, traveling through various destinations and various jobs. So, that’s what I write about only difference being, I write while I sip on some tea. There is no greater passion than sharing lived experiences, than writing about everything and everyday. Life is fascinating and if put to lyric can be interesting. So here I start!