Taslima Nasreen & friends

She made a fun of words in blogspot.com for so called destruction of the world today as told by Mayan civilisation . She lambasted Islam and discarded obsessions of religion and upheld her faith in modern day science & technology. I replied and suggested her to be equally violent like dreaded militant outfits of Taliban, Al-Quaeda, Laskar-e-Toiba, Indian Mujaheddin. Because they only understand language of gun machines and not of peace and wisdom. My poor friend Prof. Mohit Roy is perhaps tired of staging protest rallies and meets against these enemies of civilisation. My another stupid but bosom friend unfortunately with a Muslim name and title working as a plant doctor also widely regarded in North Bengal University as a lovely 'Sir' expressed his anguish while I showed a little trust on a party like BJP despite its win in Gujarat but failed in Himachal Pradesh. The politically innocent 'Sir' once appeased Mamata ji as Ma Durga but now turned to her another foe, the BJP. He even wrote on a net screen justifying causes to be its secular standing and expressed regret for keeping safe distance by Mamata ji with it for Muslim vote. My three friends viz. Mohit, Taslima and Dr. Kabir are on the same kind of boat sailing and searching in their own ways for a world of love and peace.

Driving Towards A Sea Beach

Man proposes God disposes! What was thought of is not being done. Driving 250 km from my city of Calcutta to a sea beach named Digha by own car should have a pleasant journey. But road condition coupled with unforeseen risk may make the driving a bitter one; hence it was rightly advised by my well wishers and friends who suggested to board an express AC train. Accepted. I'll proceed tomorrow for a weekend leisure.

 

Its now winter in Bengal. Seasonal flowers started to blossom. Sea water looks calm and chill sun shine makes the tourists feel comfort. What is disturbing in walking through the sea beach is dirt and filth remain here and there much to the dismay of the walkers. Yet sitting on the beach and chatting with your better heart and a smiley child along with sea fish fry on a shiny day is a something different feeling. But you will feel sad  of other half of your heart if your elder boy feels uncomfort in the dwelling home.