<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310</id><updated>2012-01-20T02:15:22.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog comprising of an array of writings ranging from Terrorism, environment related problems, love, etc. Plus also comprised of outstanding poems, essays, volatile articles etc... Worth viewing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-780777381548572264</id><published>2010-11-21T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:41:10.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An is found Enclosure with no entrance or trap door....What lies underneath the National Library????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What lies underneath the National Library????&lt;/div&gt;----- A vivid speculation by Mr. Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Restorers working on the 18th century Belvedere House in Kolkata, home to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationallibrary.gov.in/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;National Library of India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, have found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/kolkata-/Secret-chamber-in-National-Library/articleshow/6957358.cms" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a large hidden room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; they had no idea was there. By found I mean they discovered that it existed, not that they’ve actually gone inside because there is no visible means of entrance or egress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has suffered from neglect over the decades. Last year, all 2.2 million books were moved out of the old building into a new structure on the 30-acre estate so that the Belvedere House could be thoroughly restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ministry of culture that owns the National Library decided to get the magnificent building restored by the Archaeological Survey of India since it is heavily damaged. Work has already started. It was while taking stock of the interior and exterior of the building that ASI [Archaeological Survey of India] conservation engineers stumbled upon a blind enclosure’ on the ground floor, about 1000 square feet in size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of effort has been made to locate an opening so that experts can find out exactly what it was built for or what it contains. But there is not a single crack to show.“We’ve searched every inch of the first floor area that forms the ceiling of this enclosure for a possible trap door. But found nothing. Restoration of the building will remain incomplete if we are not able to assess what lies inside this enclosure,” said deputy superintending archaeologist of ASI, Tapan Bhattacharya. “We’ve come across an arch on one side of the enclosure that had been walled up. Naturally speculations are rife,” said another archaeologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the speculations are the classics: skeletons and hoarded treasure. Apparently prisoners were known to have been walled up and left to die in death chambers during the Raj, and secret treasure rooms aren’t unheard of either. Since the ASI can’t just go knocking down walls in 250-year-old historic buildings, they have to find a way to peek inside without damaging the structure. They’ve applied to the ministry of culture for permission to drill a small hole in the walled up arch through which they can shine a searchlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belvedere House was built by Mir Jafar, the eighth Nawab of Bengal, in the 1760s and shortly thereafter he gave it to Lord Warren Hastings, the first Governor-General of India. It passed through various hands, private and public. Then in 1953, 3 years after Independence, the Imperial Library was renamed the National Library and the collection moved to Belvedere House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has long been rumored to be haunted, with lights mysteriously turning on in the ballroom and ghostly carriages seen driving up to the entrance. Certainly it has seen its fair share of intrigue. Hastings had a duel on the grounds with supreme council of Bengal member Sir Philip Francis in 1780. (Hastings had called him “void of truth and honor” in his private dealings, most likely referring to a number of affairs with ladies possibly including one Baroness Inhoff, a guest of Hastings’ at Belvedere House.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, the entire world is waiting for the mystery to be unveiled. Suspicion, speculations, myth, and wonder are being raised from every corners of societies. What will be the eventual result?? What will be the ultimate fate? I am keeping my fingers' crossed.........you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From newspaper and other web site.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-780777381548572264?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/780777381548572264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=780777381548572264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/780777381548572264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/780777381548572264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-found-enclosure-with-no-entrance-or.html' title='An is found Enclosure with no entrance or trap door....What lies underneath the National Library????'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-5044440598653659716</id><published>2010-08-21T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:07:52.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gross And Subtle Elements of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is complex; its nature is duality, complicated, unpredictable and multi-dimensional. But more than that, life is a chemistry of the subtle and the gross. The gross, though easy to comprehend, has its own set of conundrums and the subtle is therefore a bit difficult to understand and realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the body is gross, but the mind is subtle. Again, the mind is gross in comparison to the soul, or being. While moving from thoughts to words to actions, we are moving from subtle or gross. Actions and words are such that anyone can understand and control them, but thoughts are intricate to control or understand. Emotions, feelings, and intuitions belong to the subtle world, while doing is usually of the gross world. Even in emotions; anger, jealousy, greed, and worry are gross and easy to acquire, while love, patience, honesty, forgiveness, and altruism are subtle and difficult to harness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gross elements in life are useful, but without the subtle elements their utility gets constrained, or is usually accompanied by pain, lament ness, and sorrow. For example, any medicine that doctors use to cure an illness is a gross thing. While medicines do their job quickly and efficiently, but they also cause a lot of side effects, and proves fatal, at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same effect or cure can be achieved by going deep into the mind, using positive thoughts, energies, emotions, and feelings to boost one’s own immunity and fight the disease. This subtle level treatment takes obvious time but is almost free from side effects, and is therefore not possible to preach for everyone. Only those who are highly meditative and can see inward can harness their subtle energies and bring them together in a strong manner, to achieve this. But one can at least combine both, to get better and improved results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we are aware that life has these components, we can factually feel the days when the body is loaded with negative energy, and is feeling unmotivated, lethargic, frazzled, and futile. Such are the periods when you need to sit quietly and meditate with yourself, go deep into your inner recesses and find your innermost soul, or atma; which is the mitochondria of energy. If we don’t, then these frustrations will eventually act on our appetite; sleep our immunity, making us victims of disease, stress, acidity, hypertension, insomnia, diabetes, and cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose is the gross element. Its fragrance is the subtle element.  A flower is incomplete without the beauty of its fragrance. Similarly, human beings can exist as physical bodies for 70 or 80 years, but they can be fruitful only if they successfully able to uncover their fragrance. A human being is declared as being alive or dead only on the basis of the presence or absence of his subtle energy. Apart from this subtle energy that is always running through us, there is actually very little difference between someone who is alive or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, our aim should be to acknowledge and get in tune with this subtle force, what is often known as prana, soul, or atma. It is by connecting to this subtle element, that we get an inkling of the subtle elements, which can in turn harness boundless potential and energy, to live our lives with joy, peace, happiness, good health and security. Otherwise, we will go on living at the gross level, which is not really called for; and will make our life rather futile, meaningless, and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authored by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;10/08/2010 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-5044440598653659716?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/5044440598653659716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=5044440598653659716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/5044440598653659716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/5044440598653659716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2010/08/gross-and-subtle-elements-of-life.html' title='The Gross And Subtle Elements of Life'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-3487372486618412376</id><published>2010-07-05T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:04:09.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPGa_m7f7KI/TDGR3D7f31I/AAAAAAAAAAg/3OO7RB5jLUk/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490329795875037010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPGa_m7f7KI/TDGR3D7f31I/AAAAAAAAAAg/3OO7RB5jLUk/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite is the fire, quite is the dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quite is the passions, the laughter and the tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite is the fire it's like a snow bird in flight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lie still, lie still and take in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For we shall remember how to dream, it's like watching a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quite fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For a quite fire is like timeless echos in the winds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A quite fire can soothe a lonely soul in passing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quite is the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A quite fire can take you over in a moment, it's magic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A quite fire can burn deep with in your soul for hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for peace and for love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite is the fire to hear a silent whisper and think of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite is the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite is the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite is the time for laughter, Quite is the time for hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite is the time for passion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A quite fire is like timeless echos in the winds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Composed by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-3487372486618412376?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/3487372486618412376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=3487372486618412376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/3487372486618412376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/3487372486618412376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2010/07/fire.html' title='FIRE'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPGa_m7f7KI/TDGR3D7f31I/AAAAAAAAAAg/3OO7RB5jLUk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-2232565004444273731</id><published>2010-07-04T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:01:43.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALCULUS OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;CALCULUS OF LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Authored by: Mr Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mathematical calculus, integration and differentiation are two of the most interesting concepts. Both of these concepts are primarily concerned with how things change over the passage of time. Simply put, differentiation is used to find the rate of change of things, while integration is used to add rates of change over specified intervals. But how many of us have ever wondered how apt these concepts are in the context of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this very concept is applied to life, integration can be understood and best realized as something that brings everyone together. In other words, integration is a process of assimilating various substances under one single roof. Since every material object is perpetually in a state of change, to integrate is to bring together these changing entities. Popular axiom like “unity is strength”, “united we stand, divided we fall”; all go hand in hand to epitomize the process and strength of integration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say we ought to “sink our differences”, we essentially mean we need to add the rate of change --- that is, integrate (to mix together). Integration is also professed as something that facilitates our journey to move towards the higher stratas of life. In other words, we call can it higher consciousness or aspiring to reach a higher “order” of life. In a way, it signifies winning over the mental state; of discrimination; to treat everyone equally without any indiscrimination and spiritual ethos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differentiation on the other hand, is a concept that has not received its due exaltation or adoration. Usually, we associate differentiation with discrimination and therefore we tend to look down upon it. If we look deep inside the matter; we will find that differentiation and discrimination is not the same. In fact there are loads of differences in between them. Adages like ‘divide and rule’ are scoffed at. But, as in mathematics, differentiation precedes integration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differentiation is the very quintessence of life. Life would be futile, if differences cease to exist. It is this differences that leads to positive growth, improvement, and betterment for all. However, we must be careful so that this differentiation must not lead to inequity, intolerance, prejudice, or bigotry. Harmony and positive relationship must be ensured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding differentiation is the essence to grasp the dogma of integration. In a way, differentiation and integration are almost intertwined if not identical in many respects. If one does not understand any one of the concept clearly inside out; it will become rather a difficult task to understand what the other concept is telling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On observation, it is pretty evident and natural too that no two objects can be completely identical. Be it in the context of human beings or in any other objects viz, material objects or boundary issues; there has to be some kinds of differences. In tracing the difference / differences, we usually use items like kind, variety, quantity, form, texture, or use other words to gauge the nature of such differences. There is an adage that differences creates discrepancies and unnecessary conflicts, which is why we do not like to differentiate because it has become our general philosophy that differences creates conflicts, variance, discrepancies, dissent, disagreement, and tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two or more people meet, we could differentiate them on the basis of physical tenets, religion, language, color, caste, educational background, culture, upbringing, philosophy, wealth, occupation, social status, social dignity and many other factors. But when we have boundaries, it goes against the spiritual ethos of treating everybody equal. Therein lays the source of conflicts, which we often come about. And it is for this very reason the term differentiation has acquired such a negative brunt on the minds of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does all this mean that we treat all things equal and as one and the same thing, that is, do we keep integrating with each and every object irrespective of its many variances and dissimilarities? Well, going by the concept of differentiation; that would mean that if an entity cannot be differentiated; the entity is constant. In fact, differentiation of constant entities would bring the equation to “zero” (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sum, one needs to appreciate both the concepts (i.e. integration and differentiation) as positive reception of both of them will bring a master-piece  out  of  them. For,  it is only when something can be differentiated, it connotes that the very object is undergoing change and is truly alive. After all, life itself is a learning curvature and thereby it is always desirable to undergo certain changes or the other. Whenever, life stops at a certain given point; it becomes inactive, immobile, and exists merely on its physical capacity. Thus, the chemistry of integration coupled with differentiation truly enhances the picture of true beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-2232565004444273731?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/2232565004444273731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=2232565004444273731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/2232565004444273731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/2232565004444273731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2010/07/calculus-of-life.html' title='CALCULUS OF LIFE'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-7126542202277527606</id><published>2010-02-03T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:12:42.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Page</title><content type='html'>A Blank Page…   …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blank page&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be written, nothing to be given&lt;br /&gt;Blank all over has occupied the space in length and breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be created&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple old page&lt;br /&gt;A page with meticulous attraction&lt;br /&gt;Yet with no expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A page with no words, no expressions&lt;br /&gt;No signs, no gestures&lt;br /&gt;No drawings, no art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a time in space&lt;br /&gt;That you can’t erase&lt;br /&gt;The time that you have spent&lt;br /&gt;All my livelihood through&lt;br /&gt;And the circumstances that I’ve faced&lt;br /&gt;That made me grown&lt;br /&gt;All appeared to be there&lt;br /&gt;But with empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to write so many things&lt;br /&gt;Upon that page, but couldn’t&lt;br /&gt;My hands trembled, my feet shuddered&lt;br /&gt;And I again had to put the nib of my pen off… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on growing older,&lt;br /&gt;Bolder, matured, experienced&lt;br /&gt;In terms of age, ambitions, adulations, success&lt;br /&gt;From all facets of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my past experiences have not&lt;br /&gt;    Stopped me to write my poems&lt;br /&gt;On the blank page,&lt;br /&gt;   although I have written none as yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-7126542202277527606?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/7126542202277527606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=7126542202277527606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/7126542202277527606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/7126542202277527606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2010/02/blank-page.html' title='Blank Page'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-6076478726187731499</id><published>2010-02-03T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:32:21.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback of 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    By:  Mr. Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;As I pen down this article, the year, 2009, has just come to an end. This is the time to look back at what has happened during the last year; and also to peer forward to see what is in store for us in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of 2008, every betting man would have wagered a rather large sum on 2009 turning out to be “annus horribillis.” [borrowing a term from Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II]. Indeed, the immediate future viewed from the perspective of December 2008 did look particularly gloomy and dark. The global financial crisis had engulfed much of Europe and North America, and had its almost inevitable effects on the real sectors of the world economy. Leading economies slowed down appreciably, while unemployment levels soared. Virtually every ‘expert’ agreed that were heading towards the worst global recession since the Great Depression of 1930s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catastrophes of this magnitude need villains. Not surprisingly, the media went town lampooning bankers and economists in equal measure. the bankers were criticized because their imprudent loans were largely responsible for the mortgage crisis in the United States of America, which was the precursor to the worldwide financial disaster. What was worse was that they singularly unwilling to wear sackcloth and ashes. Infact, they continued to award themselves huge bonuses. The economists were blamed because they failed to warn the world about the impending crisis. Questions were asked whether economic theory was barren after all, if it could not save the world from such a serious crisis. Never  slow in seizing an opportunity to “look good”, the Left parties in India gave themselves more than a pat or two because of their attempts to insulate the Indian economy from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of 2009 seemed to follow the script written by the prophets of doom. the world economy continued to sink lower and further. finance ministers and governors of Central banks of major economies met frequently, attempting to coordinate strategies for reviving their economies --- the attempts to coordinate strategies being an important recognition of the fact that all major countries had to work together in a globalized world. Enormous, truly mind-boggingly large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stimulus packages were promised by both US and Chienese governments in attempts to boost aggregate demand. On both sides of the Atlantic, governments also departed from a basic tenet of capitalism by propping up large banks, which were on the brink of collapsing under the weight of vast sums of bad debt. The danger of systemic collapse was deemed more important than leaving the market to decide the fate of these banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of the same year was distinctly better. The stimulus packages had their desired effect in almost every country, with the United Kingdom economy being a prominent exception in this respect. All the other major economies have recovered and have started recording modest rates of growth. For instance, the latest figures signify that the US economy recorded a growth of 2.2 % during the quarter, July-September. There is little doubt that the worst is behind us, and that the recession has not been as severe either in magnitude or in duration as the one in the 1930s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some economists assert that “Economic theory works after all”. Perhaps, this warm glow is a natural reaction, since economists have been at the receiving end for almost a year. However, some sense of balance is called for. While it is still too early to come to any firm conclusion about the reasons underlying the short duration of the global recession, economists cannot claim that they have discovered any new theories, which have taken us out of the crisis. After all, the rational underlying the stimulus packages is old-fashioned Keynesianism of 1936 vintage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some important lessons to be learnt from the global meltdown. Perhaps the most pertinent one is that the time has come to set up some kind of international regulation for financial institutions. This will be anathema to many influential economists and so, the finer details of any such regulation have to be carefully worked out. Certainly, attempts to impose stringent rules are bound to be shot down. It is also tempting to suggest that banks should not be allowed to become too big. Governments are tempted to rescue large banks when they are on the verge of collapse because their sheer size implies that they would have large ripple effects on the rest of the financial sector. But, then, if large banks know that they will be tempted to undertake unduly risky projects since the downside risk is indeed very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, no discussion of the events of 2009 can be comprehensive without mention of the Copenhagen summit or “fiasco”--- as it has come to be labeled. Practically everyone recognized that efforts to prevent global warming must be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst the most important priorities of the global community. Unfortunately, all countries need to make some cedetions --- [big or small] to ensure a meaningful solution. Since the developed and developing countries could not come to an agreement on the levels of sacrifices that the two sides would make, the final agreement is essentially a toothless document full of platitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last year has also underlined the important shift in the balance of power in the international arena. Everyone realized that the global recovery would be infinitely slower unless the Chinese economy managed to get back to the near miraculous levels of growth that it has achieved in the last 30 years. Indeed, eyes were also focused on the performance of the Indian economy. Although per capita incomes remain low in these nations, the sheer sizes of their economies contribute to their growing clout in world affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the future hold for India? The finance minister believes that the Indian economy is poised to reach a growth rate of over 8%. This euphoria is not misplaced. Even in the worst of times, the economy was quite far away from any recession---we managed to grow at around 5%. There are also clear indications that the economy has grown healthier. The only sector that is still in the doldrums is the export sector. Since the global environment can only improve over time, even Indian exports will increase, and so our Hon’ble Finance Minister Pranab Mukherjee’s forecast does seem to have a sound basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authored by:&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;January 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Newspaper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-6076478726187731499?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/6076478726187731499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=6076478726187731499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/6076478726187731499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/6076478726187731499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2010/02/flashback-of-2009.html' title='Flashback of 2009'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-1964398074750822309</id><published>2009-11-15T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:48:52.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open the curtains of your being &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clothe you “one-further-step”&lt;br /&gt;To uncover the components of your body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; My hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; invent ‘another body’ of ‘your ’&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-1964398074750822309?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/1964398074750822309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=1964398074750822309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/1964398074750822309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/1964398074750822309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/11/touch.html' title='Touch'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-4121913984790517105</id><published>2009-11-15T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:45:13.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet</title><content type='html'>Whilst I was making my way through;&lt;br /&gt;The woods of forest&lt;br /&gt;Someone, asked me;&lt;br /&gt;“You have been on foot here for ages….&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the breathe ness of trees?&lt;br /&gt;Can you identify their language?&lt;br /&gt;Can you trace their mode of communication?”&lt;br /&gt;My answer was “no”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been staying&lt;br /&gt;With our near and dear ones for long time since now&lt;br /&gt;Abruptly my conscious enquired;&lt;br /&gt;Do we sense their mourning, distress, lament ness?&lt;br /&gt;Do we try to share their pains and sorrows?&lt;br /&gt;“No”….  “Never”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we claim ourselves to be as ‘humans’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-4121913984790517105?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/4121913984790517105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=4121913984790517105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/4121913984790517105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/4121913984790517105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet.html' title='Yet'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-8399598013885691259</id><published>2009-10-13T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:33:34.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyers in India</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of law practice in India is very different such as human right, international law, intellectual property law and environment law. Indeed there is very large number of demand for lawyers and lawyer’s job in India. The lawyers are very professional and concern about the destiny of natural capital.  The lawyers can work only for filed of legal and regulatory issues relating to the natural resources such as air, water quality, hazardous waste management, toxic and noxious gases, and transportation energy regulation etc.&lt;br /&gt;The lawyers are busy only with legal division and legal literary, legal assistance, as well as real estate and property management. The main aim of lawyers is to provide equal treatment and judgment to every individual through legal redress. They are the top most legal services industry in which they have group of well trained advocates and paralegals so as to provide effectively one’s legal matters. They are giving full efforts to preserve, produce, develop, and maintenance of natural resources. The lawyers ought to be very committed toward their job.&lt;br /&gt;There are array of lawyers ranging from Civil to criminal to other matters and their work profile such as Asbestos lawyers, Assault lawyers, car accident lawyers, bankruptcy lawyers, criminal lawyers also differs from one another. The Asbestos lawyers are those lawyers who stand for the clients experiencing health problems affected from asbestos particles, in which clients comprise of under some level of exposure to small asbestos particles. The Assault lawyers are those lawyers who can handle various crime and criminal cases as well as civil assault cases. The criminal assault lawyers can be to protect individual who have been charged with some kind of criminal attack. &lt;br /&gt;The personal injury lawyers can be representing the victims for the recovery of damage for the physical injuries. The car accident lawyers are involved in vehicle crash. These lawyers are especially to help those victims affected by some kind of hit and run accident. The bankruptcy lawyers would be able to assist those people considering to filling bankruptcy, they can help to estimate situation and also provide best course of action before filling bankruptcy form.&lt;br /&gt;The criminal lawyers are one of the most popular lawyers in India. This types of lawyers actually has a most difficult and intricate job to perform than other lawyers. They have to represent those individual who have been involved in some kind of crime. Usually these proceedings are filled with prosecution and damages are usually awarded in the nature of punishment or consequential punishments rather than of pecuniary compensation, which are usually followed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in civil matters. Other than these there are wide ranges of divorce lawyers, employment lawyers, medical malpractice lawyers, software lawyers, traffic lawyers, tax lawyers, litigation lawyers etc. The list seems to be endless. Hence it can be inferred that with the upsurge of widespread specialization, the profession of legal marketing in India has a lot to cheer about.&lt;br /&gt;There are many reputed institutes and Law Colleges in India that provide lawyer courses wherein several opportunities are given to diverse lawyers to pursue their jobs. Lawyers are such kind of persons who have to be involved with every social, economic, financial, as well as other burning issues of modern times [viz, child labor, terrorism, globalization, HR, flora and fauna, natural resources, legislation, literature, politics, social issues, and other general matters]. Rule of prudence demands that professionals who are engaged in such noble profession must be acquainted with wide-spread issues for the purpose of development of a nation. They are giving full justice to an individual following the interpretation of legislation or statutes. In a legal way, they are the representatives of every individual to get back their reputation, property, and other matters, when calls for. So, the demand for lawyers is ever increasing day by day not only in India but throughout the globe.&lt;br /&gt;Authored by:&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-8399598013885691259?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/8399598013885691259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=8399598013885691259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/8399598013885691259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/8399598013885691259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/10/lawyers-in-india.html' title='Lawyers in India'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-642809205740800929</id><published>2009-09-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:25:34.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Your Arms</title><content type='html'>At your arms&lt;br /&gt;I have always found the best of mine&lt;br /&gt;At your arms&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kept on dreaming sky-high&lt;br /&gt;At your arms&lt;br /&gt;I am always at easeAt your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe and sound,&lt;br /&gt;At your arms,&lt;br /&gt;My love reaches its top At your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I am safe from all hate and hurt,&lt;br /&gt;At your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I always come first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-642809205740800929?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/642809205740800929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=642809205740800929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/642809205740800929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/642809205740800929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-your-arms.html' title='At Your Arms'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-5851944965754560869</id><published>2009-09-19T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:14:56.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Soul mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this real world&lt;br /&gt;there lies a world of your own a platform where for your fantasies, dreams, imaginations&lt;br /&gt;and ambitions&lt;br /&gt;and a desire for to have ---Someone special&lt;br /&gt;Someone indeed very unique especially crafted for ‘you’who would steer your world&lt;br /&gt;And facilitate you with all her love, warmth, and affection.&lt;br /&gt;And when you find the one Your world goes in for a toss Before it is ruled Your heart will beat faster At the sight of the one&lt;br /&gt;The one who’d become The center of attraction Beyond attraction&lt;br /&gt;A force that draws toward itself&lt;br /&gt;Poor me, I was drawn&lt;br /&gt;By the force that’s you&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing my mental state&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing my activities&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a slave Begging for mercy&lt;br /&gt;To attain peace A peace that’s beautiful I awaited the moment Painfully but pleasantly&lt;br /&gt; As the thought of you Eased the pain&lt;br /&gt;The moment came&lt;br /&gt; When you said ‘aye’&lt;br /&gt; And the pain said ‘bye’&lt;br /&gt;I welcomed you&lt;br /&gt;As the one to rule my world&lt;br /&gt; You gave a new enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joy to live every moment&lt;br /&gt;I thank you with all of myselfthat speak of joyous and flambeaus moments&lt;br /&gt;and a bond that lasts a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To touch the stars and make this real world, a real pleasure to resideI’m all yours&lt;br /&gt;The truth that’ll touch you as the gentle breeze and make you feel the heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be mine&lt;br /&gt;Very mine and this is very true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compiled by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;19/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-5851944965754560869?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/5851944965754560869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=5851944965754560869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/5851944965754560869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/5851944965754560869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-soul-mate-beyond-this-real-world.html' title=''/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-5979344772003517931</id><published>2009-08-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:15:54.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CALL FOR NATURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPGa_m7f7KI/Sorucoi2AtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EGo7lVVQhRs/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371367681280049874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPGa_m7f7KI/Sorucoi2AtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EGo7lVVQhRs/s400/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A Call for Nature… … ….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The present epoch is faced with lots of lots of problems. Out of many, in this present manuscript&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to articulate some of the major hindrances amongst many in the context of environment. It is evidently known to us that environment plays an imperative role for diverse creatures of living beings. As a fact, this environment encompasses all the creatures of the Planet viz, plants, human beings, animals, marine creatures, flora, fauna etc. Therefore, it is our prime obligations to protect this environment so as to shield our creatures from being infected with unhygienic and in sanitary substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Indeed there is a wide chasm between what we ought to have done, and what we are doing / continuing to perform. And this gulf is going on increasing at an unprecedented scale due to laces of proper co-ordination between various sectors of the government and the virtues of existing laws incorporated in various Statutes, books, Constitution etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbridled use of science and unprecedented use of technology has given birth, too many problems including the problems of eco-imbalances and environmental degradation. With the advancement of science and technology, this menace has assumed threatening dimensions. Such problems have not only caused enormous damage to flora and fauna, but have also threatened the very existence of mankind on this beautiful Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        It has been rightly pointed out that----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Human survival is menaced by another equally homicidal missile euphemistically described as environmental pollution. If I may imprint an odd expression, ‘thanatalogy through technology’ is the Frankenstein’s monster that science and industry, by promising global progress, have created. If dehumanized industrialization, with all its profit-hungry vulgarity and ecological insensitivity, invade Nature with enlightened resistance from society and persons or depletes all the resources of land, water and air, the crucification of humanity is a certainty and the resurrection of the race a lost possibility unless we begin the battle for human values against barbarity incorporated, right now. Today is right; tomorrow may be too late…. We have guided missiles and unguided men.” *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Off late, scientific artillery, missiles, sophisticated machineries, guns like AK-47, radiation, atomic bombs are indeed responsible for causing innumerable wars, which have the power to destroy the World within flicker of second. Simply imagine!! A world with billions of population, uncountable territories, with more than 108 nations in all can be diminished by pressing a button. Undisputedly, science helps us to illuminate light by unveiling mystic topics with rationalistic reasons and consequences. It is science, which has led to so many successes in various facets of our time. True it is, that 21st century is often termed “scientific revolution” but this science also has notable setbacks by which the entire planet upon which we live in can be demolished by flicker of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Everyday there is a new problem coming up before us relating to  degradation of environment, depredated earth, traumatic subversion of eco-system, poisoning of air, water, and food and technological plunder of the resources of Nature. That is why ‘environmental hygiene is a very urgent problem of mankind. Its solution and immediate adoption of remedial measures would probably save Nature from its irreparable loss. Inordinate delay to adopt and implement such measures could mean the very destruction of natural environment. The seriousness of the problem is now evident from the fact that all the countries --- developed, developing, as well as underdeveloped nations and their scientists, economists, policy makers, and administrations, high profile officers have started giving serious thought about degradation of environment and eco-imbalances. Moreover, the air, water, land pollution, and radiation have led to serious contamination of food with chemicals are affecting our health in adverse manner. The parameter of pollution have come to such an extent that intellectuals and scientists do now have beginning to believe that the bacteriological era has come to an end and the new era called “chemical era” has set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The problem of the protection of water resources from pollution with oil and metal, organic chrolic compounds, radioactive waste and various other toxic substances is also a major threat to aquatic, marine, and oceanic life of a country; particularly a country like India, which has a long coastline or other water bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            To meet these challenges to mankind, various measures have already been adopted including legal measures. Many laws have been passed by the Indian Parliament and the State legislatures to contain and combat with the existing problems of air, land, water, radiation pollution, and eco-imbalances. These laws include the following Acts, amongst others viz, ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            A]        Wildlife (Protection) Act, 1972&lt;br /&gt;            B]        The Water (Prevention and Control of Pollution) Act, 1974&lt;br /&gt;            C]        The Water (Prevention and Control of Pollution) Cess Act, 1977&lt;br /&gt;            D]        The Air (Prevention and Control of Pollution) Act, 1981&lt;br /&gt;            E]        The Environment (Protection) Act, 1986&lt;br /&gt;            F]         The Forest (Conservation) Act, 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Concern over the State environment has grown the world ever since the sixties. The decline in environmental quality has been evidenced by the increasing pollution, loss of vegetation cover and biological diversity. Excessive concentrations of harmful chemicals in the ambient atmosphere as well as in the food chains are indeed one of the major threats of today’s world. The world community’s resolve to protect and enhance the quality of our environment as laid down at the United Nations Conference on Human Environment held in Stockholm in June 1972. Government of India participated in the Stockholm conference as one of the major signatories amongst many and also voiced deep concerns on the major environment related concerns viz, poverty, healthy environment, deforestation, degradation of environment, education, exploitation of natural resources etc. While several measures have been adopted since then for environmental protection both before and after the Conference; the need for a general legislation further to implement is what the doctor calls for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Actually a lot of these problems (as discussed above) have been discussed at length. But what really is lacking is the implementation of our existing laws coupled with their penal clauses. Just when the Government or Courts are taking a positive step to mitigate pollution from ‘chocking cities’ (Delhi and Kolkata) agitations are starting, violence are spreading, political parties are coming up to purchase votes, disruptions are flowing, effigy of a particular figure is being burnt. In a nutshell, society turns into topsy-turvy and a huge turn moil takes place. To bring normal situation, various amendments / alterations / additions / changes goes on in between what was proposed to be achieved initially and what is actually possible to be achieved considering the practical needs of the Country too. Thus, every now and then due to all such problems the basic start that were taken by various Courts / Governments to curb the pollution or policies for environmental degradation are being shattered altogether. &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            There are various existing laws dealing directly or indirectly with several environmental pollutants; but we require to have a general legislation or a competent body who would be entrusted to look after and implement the provisions that have been incarnated in the Articles of Constitution like Art 47, Art 48A, Art 51a(g), etc. It would be of little avail, if these Articles are actually stored in cold refrigerator without being actually putting into operation in practical domain. And these existing laws concerning on environmental pollution generally focuses on specific types of pollution or on specific hazardous categories of hazardous substances. Some major areas of environmental hazards have been surprisingly left out. There are inadequate linkages in handling matters of industrial and environmental safety. Control mechanisms to guard against slow, indious build-up of hazardous substances, especially new chemicals, in the environment are extremely frail. Because of multiplicity of regulatory agencies; there is an urgent need for an authority to be formed, which can assume the leading role for studying, planning, and implementing long-term requirements of environmental safety and co-ordinate the system of speedy and adequate response to emergency situations threatening the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In view of what has been stated above, there is an urgent need for the enactment of general legislation of environmental protection which, inter alia, should enable co-ordination of activities of the various regulatory agencies, creation of an authority for proper co-ordination of activities in respect of environmental problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Most of the above mentioned problems are already known to us. Surprisingly we look to keep ourselves off from our Constitutional obligations when the doctor calls. It is a fact that we the people of India have to come and unify our strengths and resolve these threatening growing problems, which should immediately be stopped. Or else devastation is probably what we are alluring for our future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authored by:&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 18, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-5979344772003517931?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/5979344772003517931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=5979344772003517931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/5979344772003517931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/5979344772003517931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/08/call-for-nature.html' title='A CALL FOR NATURE'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPGa_m7f7KI/Sorucoi2AtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EGo7lVVQhRs/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-7126384316151818904</id><published>2009-07-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:28:38.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctrine of Silence</title><content type='html'>Doctrine of Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        -----    By:  Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is a valuable constituent of the game of life; silence is the key that has the potential to open doors even when one is filled up with perplexed thoughts and imaginations. it can open up the mind’s doors even at confusion, tension, or anxiety. silence empowers one to think things through and come up with solutions and answers because it is only in silence one can listen the tune of one’s conscious ness and listen well. one can listen to the soul of one self with deepest wisdom only when one dwells in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the absence of silence one tend to get overridden by worldy thoughts, materialistic pleasures, surrounding ambiance. we perhaps tend to get overtaken by the mind and the body, and of course our emotions, which genuinely drives human creatures nine on ten times. the clutter prevents one from listening to one’s psyche and soul, which are the true umpires of any human creatures. hence, to listen to one’s conscious ness and the inner soul, one needs to keep oneself at a secluded place, which is free from the surrounding emotions, waves of thoughts, and desires. to know one’s best self one needs to analyze what he/she truly desires. Many a times we get flabberstruck considering the invaluable results one produces when they are in silence. To know one’s Divinity, to create a strong bond with silence, we might have to learn many things and have to make innumerable sacrifices. but again, the feedback that one gets is probably far more than that of the sacrifices made by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be interesting to carry out a small experiment with one’s life. if we see that when we go to some place where there is plenty of silence and quiet. Sit in silence, get acclimatize with the situation, and observe yourself. One will find that in silence one is beginning to know his inner self. People in earlier days too went to Himalayas, and caves to find “this silence”, this silence, which is secluded from noisy surroundings, distractions, and buzz. the ambiance there is truly pleasant and nice to feel. it is a sense of feelings, which one would experience. it is the ambience of quiet engenders the experience of looking within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life most of us live, is an outer life. the outside is undoubtedly very beautiful but if we think it from the grass root, we would see that the outer life of human mankind is rather embellished with worldly pleasures and materialistic pleasures. even though it is undisputed truth that the outer edifice of our life, which we have created with our money, class, energy, finance, man power is truly filled with lavish items and things. however the inner world is even better or probably by far the best from every facets of our life. It is more stronger, more greater, and even bigger than that of our outer life. Whatever exists in the inner soul of our self is always true, genuine, and unadulterated. Whatever subsists in the Universe outside also actually exists very much within our self.  The whole universe, and may be more, exists inside this inner soul. With our limited capabilities if we are able to trace our qualities and credentials, we would lead a blissful and contended life. Hence, it is our duty to bring alive our inner world with which we can lead a far better life. Again here too, it’s the inner world that has the capacity to open the floodgates for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we are enjoying the pleasure of our traveling. We take decisions on the basis of the possibility of peaceful ness, joyful, harmonious, healthy mind and body, and this clear life without any kind of insecurity, fear, pains, sufferings, tensions, or worries. If we are searching for those possibilities in the outer world it is almost next to impossible for the evaluation is pretty clear to derive. It can give many comforts you ask for, but with comforts there comes ache, and uneasiness too. With any outer happiness, unhappiness would come too. thus, anything that emulates from the outer world come with its opposite in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time off everyday to be silent, even if it ranges from five to fiteen minutes. Feel it, experience it, and observe it, and one would be bewildered considering the results it produces. That is the moment when one is totally with oneself. that is the best moment when you are totally immersed with yourself --- both physically as well as mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence does not mean absence of speech. Silence is an inner state of mind. Something will automatically change in one’s state, in one’s nature, and the silence will establish in itself. Even if one is in catastrophe, no one can destroy the silence, none can take away the silence from you. once silence starts helping you, helping your evolution, then one can easily enjoy the beauty, which this life produces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is a state of conscious ness. Silence is not an effort. Thus, if one is making an effort to be silent; one is making probably more noise and buzz. Silence is an effortless effort. It will take its birth spontaneously along with one’s understanding, simultaneously. Silence is the actual birthplace of our “Soul”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authored by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt12/07/2009 7:41:29 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-7126384316151818904?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/7126384316151818904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=7126384316151818904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/7126384316151818904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/7126384316151818904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/07/doctrine-of-silence.html' title='Doctrine of Silence'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-109870540931885817</id><published>2009-06-08T01:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:46:17.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERGE</title><content type='html'>MERGE&lt;br /&gt;There came one cool, crisp Halloween,&lt;br /&gt;An Angel whom I never met before.&lt;br /&gt;Who led me to a World that was completely unveiled&lt;br /&gt;With full of pioneering and innovativeness thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were like the Autumn moon,&lt;br /&gt;And voice like the Autumn air,&lt;br /&gt;I feared my dream would end too soon,&lt;br /&gt;as I drew her close and held her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tiny, precious drops of gold&lt;br /&gt;Moments were shared betwixt us.&lt;br /&gt;Embraces were exchanged and secrets were told,&lt;br /&gt;but real love was never disclosed.&lt;br /&gt;For she was destined to become my memory&lt;br /&gt;and I knew it well.&lt;br /&gt;So I told her that she'd always be a part of me...&lt;br /&gt;and she always will, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composed:&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-109870540931885817?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/109870540931885817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>DEEP LONGING</title><content type='html'>A DEEP LONGING&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were near to me&lt;br /&gt;But you are terribly far.&lt;br /&gt;I want very much&lt;br /&gt;to share your laughter...&lt;br /&gt;but far away... you are!&lt;br /&gt;Self composed:&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-6420540389883274954?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/6420540389883274954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=6420540389883274954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/6420540389883274954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/6420540389883274954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/06/deep-longing.html' title='DEEP LONGING'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-137559837746544721</id><published>2009-06-08T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:44:55.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMER</title><content type='html'>DREAMER&lt;br /&gt;Look far away&lt;br /&gt;for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;and tell me&lt;br /&gt;those dreams you see&lt;br /&gt;From the fountain of love&lt;br /&gt;that flows from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;great things will soon come to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-137559837746544721?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/137559837746544721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=137559837746544721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/137559837746544721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/137559837746544721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreamer.html' title='DREAMER'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-8307595332197553533</id><published>2009-01-25T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:10:16.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter A daughter is not a passing cloud, but permanent, holding earth and sky together with her shadow. She sleeps upstairs like mystery in a story, blowing leaves down the stairs. We who at sixty claims that we know everything ironically know nothing. We become dull and disoriented by uncertain weather. We kneel, palms together, before this blossoming altar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-composed&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-8307595332197553533?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/8307595332197553533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=8307595332197553533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/8307595332197553533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/8307595332197553533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/01/daughter-daughter-is-not-passing-cloud.html' title=''/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-2569359831222120890</id><published>2009-01-25T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:06:04.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget of all the things she has done for me&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          Just those trivial stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Saving me a seat on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Tying my shoelaces and taking my blames upon herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          Now the years have rolled and both of us has matured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Even now, when she is beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        I am still the little kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Waiting to get her hands of support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          She is my alibi. She is my punching bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    She is my friend. My sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-composed:&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt&lt;br /&gt;20.11.2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-2569359831222120890?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/2569359831222120890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=2569359831222120890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/2569359831222120890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/2569359831222120890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-heart-i-will-never-forget-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-849156790698481640</id><published>2008-12-21T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:48:27.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disdain figures</title><content type='html'>Disdain figures… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are born&lt;br /&gt;Like the moss of bacteria&lt;br /&gt;Their foetus grows&lt;br /&gt;Under the veil of cloth&lt;br /&gt;They grow up&lt;br /&gt;Amidst mucky ambiance&lt;br /&gt;They eat&lt;br /&gt;Uneatable or left-over foods&lt;br /&gt;They sleep at their best&lt;br /&gt;In a sheet of gunny bags&lt;br /&gt;They play&lt;br /&gt;With filthy toys&lt;br /&gt;They collect rubbish&lt;br /&gt;To earn their bread&lt;br /&gt;They starve&lt;br /&gt;To survive&lt;br /&gt;They are derelict&lt;br /&gt;By the society&lt;br /&gt;For them---&lt;br /&gt;There is no implementation of laws&lt;br /&gt;Their cost of life&lt;br /&gt;Is less than that of street dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composed by:&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt.&lt;br /&gt;8/29/2008 4:54 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-849156790698481640?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/849156790698481640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=849156790698481640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/849156790698481640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/849156790698481640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2008/12/disdain-figures.html' title='Disdain figures'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-8549342587326251787</id><published>2008-11-11T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:29:25.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNIVERSARY POEM</title><content type='html'>Anniversary Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married to imagination:&lt;br /&gt;you are the bright extremity&lt;br /&gt;Where I navigate by ship&lt;br /&gt;on wind-washed seas,&lt;br /&gt;surpassing sturdy winds, wild tempest&lt;br /&gt;one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip-to-the-moon,&lt;br /&gt;my imperviousness&lt;br /&gt;what is love,&lt;br /&gt;if there is no trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside you, I’m always there&lt;br /&gt;Be it day or night; it hardly bothers&lt;br /&gt;I'm the root&lt;br /&gt;of a flowering tree.&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;Where you would find me not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-8549342587326251787?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/8549342587326251787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=8549342587326251787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/8549342587326251787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/8549342587326251787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2008/11/anniversary-poem.html' title='ANNIVERSARY POEM'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-9110440967077617423</id><published>2008-10-02T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:36:42.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day, Still to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Day, Still to Remember … …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then I was a lad of fifteen years old. My eyes were filled with dreams, thoughts and imaginations; my body was filled with energy and my mind was filled with diverse aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I am a person who was groomed and nurtured in a village. Before reaching the age of twelve, I spent my babyhood and youthful years at my village. In that way my live style was quite a bit different from a life of a child of metropolis or a city. I fancied to take chances on the fields; I spent time with neighbouring persons at our village and always resided in a uniform and integrated manner. We never felt that we would part ourselves in future. But “man proposes God disposes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take myself off from our village thinking about my future career. As usual there was no career prospects as such. High schools could hardly be figured out and in every step there were problems after problems. Eventually I had to migrate in Kolkata for pursuing higher education. After spending a year or so I again thought of paying a visit at our village. And finally I got my chances. There was a long alcove at our school during the months of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally arrived and I was already ready to start my dreaming venture. More the train started to gain its momentum; more beleaguered I began to feel. The only picture that repeatedly arrived before my eyes that when I would see my parents, when I would perceive my kins, my errant little sister so on and so forth. Long hours passed by. Eventually I reached my destiny. But at that point of eon dark clouds filled the sky and there was not a ray of light that penetrated through it. As if everything was pitch dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shield myself from heavy shower I took shelter under a tree. I had no other alternative and not a single house or soothing shelter came to my eyes. No sooner had I placed myself under the leaves of the tree than a girl of my age also came to protect herself. But the most surprising feature about this was that none of us either talked or communicated with each other. Both of us were absolutely flabbergasted and dumb founded. Probably both of us wanted to say something but could not. After the weather appeared to be settled both of us started moving on either direction of the alike road. The girl moved in the direction opposite to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the above incident took place in my life thirty long years have passed. Now I am a father of two sons, a husband of a wife and hold a respectable and dignified position in the society. Yet I have not disclosed the matter to anyone; be it to my parents or my sons, or my wife o friends. More so, I also came across the tree three or four times after the above incident have occurred in my life. Every time I pass across the tree I feel that I would notice the girl that I saw thirty years before. Even I pause for a minute or two anticipating that I would spot the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till now my anticipations, dreams have not really converted into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I take time to ponder about the nostalgic incident, I feel that she also wanted to say something like me but failed. Perhaps a day will come when we would meet each other. After all the language of true love must be identical… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composed By: -&lt;br /&gt;Saptarshi Dutt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063210040454330310-9110440967077617423?l=saptarshidutt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/feeds/9110440967077617423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063210040454330310&amp;postID=9110440967077617423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/9110440967077617423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063210040454330310/posts/default/9110440967077617423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saptarshidutt.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-still-to-remember.html' title='A Day, Still to Remember'/><author><name>SAPTARSHI DUTT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351174142170487398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063210040454330310.post-7474662036913745305</id><published>2008-10-02T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:39:25.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VARIATION  OF  LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Variation of Love&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;           &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The etymology of love is hard to trace. Likewise, the definition of love is hard to locate. Basically, the concept of love varies from person to person, from age to age. Literally speaking, the notion of love may appear to be very simple prima facie. But an in-depth study; would reveal that ‘love’, if understood in true sense is as hard as anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ‘Love’ --- to a philosopher may mean to be eternal. While to a business man / to a business community, it may mean to be ‘a way of exchange, more precisely give and take policy’, which floats from both sides. Likewise, to a baby; it may mean to be shouting aloud and pleading for help on the lap of his mother. While to the parent or guardian, it may mean to be something more. Also, the sense of love may still go on carrying different sense of obligation or meaning to the sagas of seers or saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ‘Love’ itself cannot be generalized. Mostly because, it does not have any specific code or norms, by which one can understand its characteristics. Unlike various scientific inventions or discoveries, (where most of the things have their common tenets or features); ‘love’ does not have any universal characteristics by which one can draw an inference of love. Hence, it varies from person to person, from mentality to mentality, from attitudes to attitudes, from maturity to maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          All these adjectives or phrases that are high lightened in the captioned paragraph, (viz, mentality, attitudes, maturity etc.) plays a decisive role under the umbrella of love. To elaborate, let us see the love, which parents usually imposes upon their children. Generally, parents (taking the matter from Indian society) show-case wide amount of tender ness upon their children. They are not even hesitant to give away all their property and materialistic possessions for the sake of their child. Parents’ sacrifice sometimes escalates to their own life-sacrifice (life of the parents’). They do all these, not for themselves, but for upliftment and betterment of their kids. But these very attitudes may not be prevalent by the wife, peers, neighbors or well-wishers (apart from rarest of the rare cases).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          What you would call it as love (during your baby-hood years) may turn out to be a funny stalk when you would grow up to be a lad of 12 years. Also, the kind of love, which a boy / girl possesses during his late school years or early college years towards his girl-friend / her boy-friend, may soon turn out to be an unpragmatic or irrational when those persons, joins his / her office or any corporate sector. Likewise, the stint of love also undergoes sea-change when a nuptial bond matures into an experienced couple. The essence of love lies not during the bliss ness of the romantic moments of life, but during the gloomy moments of life. The real test of love lies in the fact, how to tackle the painful hurdles of life’s sagas. The perseverance, pain-sticking attitudes, honesty, belief, adjustment, selflessness etc. are the morals of love. It can be said that the true stint of love is best experienced during the years of despondency and deject ness. For if one gets support from his / her partner during ‘those very stages’; one can be well ensured that there is very little chances of being bluffed by the same partner.  Thus, in a nutshell, the meaning or experience of ‘love’ is never static. It changes with time, it changes with situations, and it alters with experiences. 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