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ମୁଁ ଏବେ ଏଇଠି ବସିଛି , ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ଆସୁଛି ତାର ଚିରାଚରିତ ପ୍ରଥାରେ । ମୋ ଟେବୁଲ ଉପରେ କିଛି ଫାଇଲ ଅଛି । ମତେ ଆଉରି ପସିବାକୁ ହେବ ଫାଇଲ ଭିତରେ । ସେଥିପାଇଁ ସମୟ ଆଜି ନାହିଁ । କାନ୍ଥ ଘଣ୍ଟାର ଶବ୍ଦ କହୁଛି କିଛି ଲେଖିବାକୁ , କାରଣ ଏଇ ସମୟ   କାଲିକୁ ଆଉ ନଥିବ ।   ଝର୍କା ଡେଇଁ ଗଲେ ମୁଁ ଛୁଇଁବି ବଣୁଆ ଗଛର ଫୁଲ ସେତିକି ତ ...ଦରକାର ଏଇଠି ବସି ବସି ପଥର ହେବା କି ଦରକାର ଏମିତି ତ ତିଆରି ହୋଇସାରିଛି କୋଣାର୍କ ...

On writing I don’t want to know how you became the great writer. My concern is how you described your moments.   We are talking desperately in any subject, still unable to write about them. So, in my opinion writing dialogue is more easy than describing.   Thus,   at the end of day   if I am unable to describe, let me write some dialogue to satisfy my urge of writing.   Anyhow   if my inner self wishes   to have satisfaction in writing, then my sole job is   to write and express feelings in any mode. x- how are you ? y- well. x- have you ever missed me ? y- never. X(with a sigh)-But, I missed you a lot. y-(with a smile)That is your problem. x- In my opinion true friend should miss each other. y- why? x- I don’t know, but I think we should. y- In my opinion we should not miss each other. Rather we should write down every sighs in paper and relax. x-(smile)okay...may ...

In the pool of boredom I found the reflection of moon not at all easy to trap. It happens when ominous verses encircle you with ugly thoughts to cripple your soul. ... I didn’t wish to follow the fast moving time to catch the sunshine and store them in my feeble mindset for the upcoming birth. I know each step here is the step towards the end that is inevitable and easy also. Amid confusion I collected my scattered memories and created the unreached heaven again to grim and win. copywrite Sarojini Pattayat.

ଅବଶୋଷ ମୋର ସୁରମା ସହିତ ପ୍ରତି ଦିନ ଦେଖା ହେଉଥିଲା ବସ ଷ୍ଟୋପେଜ ରେ । ଦେଖାହେଲେ ସେ ଖୁବ ଖୁସି ହେଉଥିଲା । ଆମେ ଗପୁଥିଲୁ ଦେଶର ଚର୍ଚିତ ଖବର ଉପରେ । ଅନେକ ସମୟରେ ଗପସପ ମଝିରେ ପଶି ଆସୁଥିଲା ସେଇଠି ବୁଲୁ ଥିବା ପାଗଳି । ପାଗଳି ଯେ କେବେ ହେଲେ ପ୍ରଥମରୁ ପାଗଳାମିର ଶିକାର ହୋଇ ନଥିବ ତାହା ହିଁ ସତ୍ୟଥିଲା । ମନେ ହେଉଥିଲା ଆମେ ବି ଦିନେ ଏଇଭଳି ଅବସ୍ଥାରେ ଯେ ନ ପହଞ୍ଚିବୁ ବୋଲି କୌଣସି ଗ୍ୟାରେଣ୍ଟି ନାହି । ତେବେ ସୁରମା ଏସବୁକୁ ବେଶି ଗୁରୁତ୍ଵ ଦେଉନଥିଲା । ବିତିଗଲା ଅନେକ ବର୍ଷ । ମୋ ଚଷମା ର ପାୱାର ବଦଳିଲା, ମୋ ସହର ବି ବଦଳିଗଲା । ହେଲେ ସୁରମା ସେମିତି ହି ଥିଲା ମୋ ମନ ଭିତରେ। କୌଣସି କାରଣରୁ ମତେ ପୁଣି ଆସିବାକୁ ହେଲା ମୋ ପୁରୁଣା ସହରକୁ । ହଠାତ ଦେଖାହେଲା ସୁରମା । ମୋତେ ସେ ଦିଖି ସେମିତି କିଛି ଖୁସି ହେଲବୋଲି ମୁଁ ଅନୁଭବ କଲି ନାହି । ମୁଁ ଫେରିଆସିଲି । ଏବେ ଭାବୁଛି ତାସହିତ କେବେ ଦେଖାହୋଇନଥାନ୍ତା ଯଦି ଭଲହୋଇଥାନ୍ତା ।

ଅନେକ ଦିନ ତଳେ ଠିକ ଏଇଠି ଆମେ ଗପିଥିଲେ କବିତାର କଥା । ତେବେ ତୁମେ ମନେରଖିଛ କି ନା ମୁଁ ଜଣିନାହିଁ । ସେଦିନ ବି ଖୁବ ବର୍ଷା ହୋଇଥିଲା , ମାଟିରେ ଥିଲା ମହକ ; ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ର ଆକାଶ ଦେହରେ ଥିଲା ଅନେକ ରଙ୍ଗ । ଆମେ ଖୁବ ଗପିଥିଲେ । କେହି ଜଣେ ପଚାରି ଥିଲେ ତୁମେ ସବୁ କଣ ଗପ? ଆମେ କେବଳ ହସି ଦେଇଥିଲେ ପ୍ରତ୍ୟୁତରରେ । ଏମିତି ବି ଜୀବନ ବାହିଯାଏ ନଈ ଟିଏ ହୋଇ ପ୍ରତିଦିନ ଫୋଟ ହୋଇ ଝୁଲେ କାନ୍ଥ ରେ , ଋତୁ ଚକ୍ରରେ ଜୀବନ ଛୁଏ ଦିଗନ୍ତ । ସେଇ ଜମ୍ବୁ ଗଛ ତଳର ଗପ ସବୁ ଆକାଶର ମେଘହୁଏ ଖୁବ ନିଜର ମନେହୁଏ ଜୀବନ । sarojini Pattayat.28/06/2016

In the doom You are broken inside In your voice unending pain I felt In the lap of nature Wavy mysteries blooms every time to accommodate yours feeling. Then, Why did to repent the remnant past Walk on and on to enjoy the life; In the doom; You will be the winner anyway.

ଅନେକ ଦିନ ପରେ କବିତା ଲେଖିବାକୁ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହେଲ। ଅନେକ ଦିନ ପରେ କବିତା ଲେଖିବାକୁ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହେଲ। । କବିତା ଲେଖିବାର ମାହୋଲ ଥିଲା ସତରେ, କିନ୍ତୁ କବିତା ଜମା ଆସୁନଥିଲା । ମୋ ଅଫିସ ଚାମ୍ବର କୁ ଲାଗି ଛିଡା ହୋଇଥିଲା କୃଷ୍ଣଚୂଡା ଗଛ ଟିଏ । ମୌସମୀ ବର୍ଷା ରେ ତାର ପ୍ରତିଟି ପତ୍ର ଦେହରୁ ଧୁଳି ଧୋଇ ଯାଇଥିଲା । ମୋର ମନେ ହେଲା, ସେ କଣ ସତରେ ତାର ଅତୀତକୁ ଭଲରୂପେ ଧୋଇ ଦେଇଛି ନୂଆ କିଛି ଲେଖିବାକୁ । ଏମିତି ଏକ ମାହୋଲ ରେ କବିତା ଲେଖିବାକୁ ଇଚ୍ଛା ତ ହେଲା , ତଥାପି ଲେଖି ହେଉ ନଥିଲା କବିତା । ମୁଁ ଦେଖୁଥିଲି ତୁ ଭିଜିଛୁ ମୌସମୀ ବର୍ଷରେ ତୋ ଦେହର ଧୁଳି ବହି ଯାଇଛି ଅତୀତର ଦୁଃସ୍ଵପ୍ନ ଭଳି ଆକ୍ତାମାକ୍ତା ହୋଇ ଭିଜିଛୁ ତୁ, ଏବେ ଆଉଥରେ ନୂଆ ଜୀବନ ଟିଏ ବଞ୍ଚିବୁ ବୋଲି ତେବେ... ମୁଁ ଭାବୁଛି ଆଉ ଗୋଟେ କଥା; ଏଇ ଦୁନିଆ ର ଆଖି କଣ ତୋତେ ନୂଆ କରି ଦେଖିବ ! ନୂଆ କରି ପଥର ଦେହରେ କି ଫୁଟାଇ ପାରିବୁ ଫୁଲଟିଏ !! ନୂଆ କରି କଣ ଲେଖି ପାରିବୁ ଜୀବନଟିଏ !!! ନୂଆ କରି କିଏ ସାହସ ଦେବ ଆଉ ଥରେ ବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ : ଏଠି ତ ସଭିଏଁ ସ୍ଵାର୍ଥପର ; ଭୟ ଲାଗୁଛି ସମୀକ୍ଷା କରିବାକୁ ତୋର ସ୍ଵପ୍ନା ଆଉ ଭାବନାର ଦିଗ ସେଥିପାଇଁ ମୁଁ ଚୁପ ଚାପ ବସିଛି ମୋ ନାଆ ର...

Health is wealth  You have to give yourself little time to look after your health. This is the reason why our rishis advised us to follow good diet and practice yoga. You can not achieve success in your life and pursuit your dream without good health. It is your body that will provide you facility to achieve your goal. If you are a unhealthy person you can never get potential energy to care your dream. Avoid wrong diet whatever it may be and remain fit to walk in your life with positive outlook.

Even if it is hard, do what your soul wants. recognize your goal and without fear go ahead. Be positive to get inspirations.

try to relax in this week end

Learners are the winner

“ When you do things from your soul,  you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” ― Rumi In this drifting evening I am facing myself A bowl of emptiness I am painting with my senses. Beads of moment is  my treasure Nature's voice is my inspiration, A bunch of wild flower is waiting for my smile there... Living a day I am still depressed.  

From my chamber, you will find little space to peer, For me each day is the penance and each evening is the pool of depression. A sigh of not achieving the goal. Living a parallel life a day job and a authors dream... Is not it funny!

my silence tears are the pearls of the moment barren sky is the poet of your heart, your voice is the song of my poor soul I listen them when we are apart.

Selfishness I don't want to put definition of selfishness at this moment. Rather, I want to say, what will happen if I will be selfish ? I know for my selfishness the world is not going to face a vigorous  change. But, I will save good amount of time for my own use. Time is priceless and to save it we should be selfish. We should utilise our time for productivity. We should utilise it for our  lasting pleasure. hmm... In the meanwhile I have to sip a cup of hot chai to prepare my mind to work proper, I mean  to continue the flow of words. Ha...ha... It continued without any blockage. I am now inside a problem of accepting  quoted price, and as per rule lowest one has to be selected. okay everything will be done within the rule. Let us now come again to the point ' selfishness '. Selfishness is not at all a jewel to wear,but matter of argument is, why not we will be selfish to see our work done or achieve our goal. Each goal sh...

If I will not say In the world of difference if I am not unveiling myself it will drag me to the corner of more darkness… a corner what I may name it as hell in this earth. Hell or heaven it is your own mindset, that is, how you have lived your life or how you have planned to live or how you wish to plan a target. Besides, society has already divided you in pieces with colors of caste ism, racism, man, woman, religion and so many ism. Still with colors of isms we are advancing to draw the most sophisticated civilization of openness. Let us be hopeful not to be influenced by the age old rules of social bondage and in the sunny path of life, let us contribute only for humanity. This is the only escape to reduce the depression inside us. Over the above clarified foundation we can built the castle of love to humanity. That will be fine and the single rule here is love without any expectation. Human being is the most satisfying,and complected creation of the Go...

"Fear" You can't avoid it... You have to avoid  to take your next step, to unveil your own luck... you have to avoid fear.

ଯଦିବା କଥାଟା ସେମିତି ଗୁରୁତର ନ ଥିଲା , ତଥାପି ମତେ ଭାବିବାକୁ ପଡିଥିଲା ସମୟ ଟିକେ ଦେଇ । ମୁଁ   କିଛି ବୁଝେନି ବୋଲି   ତା ମନରେ ଥିବା ଧାରଣାକୁ ମୁଁ ଚାହିଁ   ଥିଲି ଆଉ ଥରେ   ନ ଆସୁ ।   ରଶ୍ମୀ ଅପା ସେମିତି ଛିଡା ହୋଇଥିଲା ଖୁଣ୍ଟଟିଏ ଭଳି ସ୍କୁଲ ପାଖ ବରଗଛ ଛାଇରେ ମୋ ସହିତ ।

girl with her puppy   girl with her puppy in the lap of wild blossoms listening to each other beautiful picture prompt. I love it © right , Sarojini Pattayat   

I, and my pen From the dreary stone age netting into the present, the sucking sermon, in the lap of serenity composing the verse of life I, and my pen. Have you ever heard the morning rhythm, the days, dance, the evening gesture and the night’s hugging moments? If yes, you are sucking, the pleasures and pain alike, and pen is the friend of that creative hour in silence, travelling... a blushing gypsy. © right now , Sarojini Pattayat   

Sweet, Sweeter, Sweetest Cloudy morning, Sunny morning, Sweet morning, whatever you want, you can paint it in your mysterious mind. Actually the attitude of your mind plays a major role in experiencing your own joy and bliss. It is the mind, that plan your fate and  your fate is your own creation. Let us prepare morning tea[ tea can be taken at any time of day, but to a limited amount...three cup in a day is enough] for one cup *** mix 1/4th of cup of milk with 3/4th cup of water, then boil. Add ginger as per your taste. Add tea leaf. Bring  a cup... pour sugar as per your habit[less is good]. Pour above mixture. Then...  sip calmly. You will find your tea  from sweet, to sweeter, then sweetest .

ଜୀବନରେ ଅନେକ କଥାକୁ ସାମ୍ନା କରୁ କରୁ ମନରେ ଆସେ ଅନେକ ତରଙ୍ଗ। କେବେ କେବେ ମନେହୁଏ ସତରେ ଆମେ ଦିନେ ଚାଲିଯିବାନା? ଚାଲିଯିବା କଥା ଭାବିଲେ ବି ସେମିତି କିଛି ମନେ ହୁଏନାହିଁ । ତେବେ ଆମେ ଯେ ଏଠାରୁ ଚାଲିଯିବା, ଏହାହିଁ ଧ୍ରୁବ ସତ୍ୟ । ବୋଧହୁଏ ଏଭଳି କିଛି କଥାହିଁ ମତେ ପ୍ରେରଣା ଦେଇଥିଲା ଏଇ ଲେଖାଲେଖି ଭିତରକୁ ଆସିବା ପାଇଁ।

To adore you Walking inside the zone of sacrifices you are lonely in the path of life, Stepping slowly towards unveiled future lots of dream, still waiting for you. Amid the remnant of present losing your pastel smile, You are vanishing, O’ lady in the darkness of umbrella. But, There are colors for your latest painting, whirling... Please, Take departure from the gloom... Verse is gleaming to adore you.

My journey-07/06/2016- Tues day 1- wrote one personal essay 2- attended a meeting  Face book is consuming more time. I have to draw a plan rather.

My journey 06-06-2016 Little bit selfish today. 1. submitted two no of literary assignment 2. translate three no of hiku 3. had meeting with an editor of literary magazine 4. trying to complete the reading of ' game of thrones' of George Martin to earn extra miles you have to be little bit selfish

Dragon fly I am not at all interested to write memoir. Revealing the truth …Ah! it is horrible. May be some truth will make you the bad man. Often I think what blocks people not to endure the truth, while whole universe is full of good and bad. Hey… it is too psychological. Rather, I should write a story of dragon flies, colorful and amazing. One day with Priya I was on the fifth floor of the office building. Her work place was not so comfortable in the summer, but in rainy day it turns into a magical place to enjoy and get revelation.After sipping tea I looked outside the window. Some dragon flies were flying there to bring the memory of my childhood. ‘’Priya, do you know , I have deep relation with these dragon flies.’ ‘Is it true. I also have their memory.’ ‘The universal truth is, each one of us have a story to tell about dragon flies.’ ‘ Yes, you are right.Let us write about them.’ ‘You mean a memory.’ ‘No, I mean a story with truth.’ I brough...

story of Renu It is not at all a big story. It is a story of my friend Renu. ... One fine morning as usual she went to her office with a wish to achieve her target to write a great story. She entered into her office chamber and told her orderly to not allow any one to her office chamber without her permission. She looked at her table, and with thoughtful mood sat. After sometime, she felt inspirations flowing in her mind to dance on the key board to write her remarkable story. She amazed, how flowery words were flowing down like the water of a long waiting stream with the hope to meet the dead end. it was obvious for her, as she had already read a lot on writing in the internet, and already meet awesome writer through their books.She wanted to write a fantasy. She called her orderly to prepare a cup of hot coffee to get more inspiration. Her orderly after few moment served her the hot coffee. Sipping coffee, she dreamed a land full of jasmine flowers and butterfly....

1-Read the essay on Master Basho. He was really an inspiration to each poet. 2-Now we are discussing about our student life in  university. 3- " looking at the sky. It was cloudy and full of passion'--one line from my next story