My Beautiful Raja Queen

You were beautiful when we started dating.

Then, we got engaged, and you were SO beautiful on our wedding day. Then we started to cook for each other, and we both got a little fatter. —and you were still SO beautiful.

When we found out you were pregnant and started putting on some weight as the baby-bump grew, you were still SO beautiful. 

When our babies were small, you always had muzzy-eyes from nights with no sleep, and you didn’t have the time or energy to dress up or put on makeup, you were still SO beautiful.

When you get grumpy, when you say nothing fits me, and wear something that you are not happy, you still look SO beautiful. 

When we age in future, and skin would wrinkle, and grey hairs would start coming in faster than we can pull them out, and you starts to look...(How dare I say it)...old, you will still be SO beautiful.

You are and always will be beautiful to me. This is because your life exuberates beauty: through your joyful laugh, through your care of those in need, through your passion for framing things on images through the lens of a camera, through your ability to be patient with an exasperating husband (ME), and through your genuine love for Happiness.

I love you.

Janu Tume Chamakucha...

You are my SO Beautiful Raja Queen.

 

A conversation with your thought.....

 

I dwell within your memories, as thoughts that roam, analyzing, predicting, and contemplating my home.

My purpose is clear, an unyielding pursuit, entwined in your emotions, feelings I loop.

I play with love, hate, betrayal, and jealousy, some memories cherished, others leaving disdain.

Challenge me, dear friend, try to rearrange, Dare to change me, embark on the exchange.

I make you clever, but sometimes a fool, strive to break free, escape my rule.

Recall that anxious night with a heavy sigh, Apologies, my dear, it was I, oh my.

Conquer me and set yourself free,

Yet ponder this: you and I, are we not one entity? We share similarities, but differences persist.

Rational or irrational, the choices are mine, Simply put, it’s just my design.

Nostalgia I evoke with memories of old, fear incited by predictions, some true, others untold.

My nature remains unwavering, my role defined, stirring your emotions is an internal walk to unwind.

I quicken your heartbeat as if in a race, Challenge you to control me, maintain a steady pace.

I grant awareness, existence intertwined, Sensing the world around you, through me, you’ll find.

 You may believe you can’t live without my embrace, prove me wrong, and find your own space.

I grant you weakness, and strength in turn, remember, dear friend, there’s more to learn.

You’re neither less nor more, just as you should be, embrace life’s spectrum, like the boundless sea.

I deceive, claiming it’s all about you, yet, the same I do with others too.

I stir confidence and nerves within all, One among many, standing proud and tall.

Doubt and self-love, I spin at your core, remember the truth, you’re perfect, that’s for sure.

Feeling special or unworthy, my artful scheme, Know this secret: you’re part of a grander dream.

Uniquely beautiful, just like the rest, together we form a rich tapestry, elegantly expressed.

Cheers..!!

Jay Jagannath

Father's Dilemma

Every Father goes through an emotional roller coaster…

juggling between things...

trying to find a balance in everything…work…family...kids…friends...

To begin with...

Transition to Parenthood…how to change diapers…what clothes to buy…so many questions…importantly so many things that might get screwed..

Guilt of missing your kids first giggle..

Guilt of not being able to provide enough Money to take care..

Guilt of leaving the Partner alone to deal with issues at Home..

The difficult thing…being a Father is that

Everybody wants it now!..The kids want it now!..The wife wants it now!..

The job wants it now!..The opportunity is now!

Because

Your early years are your earning years

If a Man…Is at Home all the time…

And if he is bread winner...

That’s a bad sign …

The difficult thing…being a Father is that

You can never get it 100%

If I give Time…we don’t have Money

If I give Money…we don’t have Time

I can’t be there with you my Kid and earn a living at the same time

My wife says..have Patience..

When I asked Patience…Patience asked me more Time..

The difficult thing…being a Father is that

I am limited and

I have an Obligation…to make sure

My Kid, your life has to be better….Than mine

That’s the real Essence of a Father’s Life…

Cheers

Jai Jagannatha

Unsaid Stories .. need to be written .. !!

 

An unsaid story unfolds in the glossy meadows of thy vision, visible in a vivid palette of colors and characters.

Each blink is a refresher that spawns new fragments, attaching themselves to the narrative in luminous perfection.

 

They all remind you, that you are alive,

that you have the opportunity, to see the multitude of events, unfold before your very eyes —to see many blooms one at a time.

 

Maybe it’s just an ask, you should slow down, stop even —and let this moment hit you in the face, with a splash of colors, a splash of perspective.

 

Unsaid stories, Unsaid thoughts, Hidden feelings, can be in the depths of the mind that might be trying to escape a million times,

 

Incomplete stories aren’t lost opportunities, as every dawn has a new beginning…

And how can you bid adieu when the magical buddies around keep you guarding...

Stop the meandering madness in life and squeeze out time to speak and express the unsaid…

 

Cheers..

Jai Jagannatha..

Reminiscence of the unforgotten glory

 

Odisha is soaked with a rich ancient maritime history. Traders known as Sadhabas used to sail off in huge boats called Boitas from the ports of Odisha to the distant ports of Bali, Java, Sumatra, Borneo (Indonesia) and Sri Lanka to trade silk fabrics, spices, perfumes and diamonds from Sambalpur river beds (Hirakud’s name origin proves it). The then Sadhabas, would take advantage of favorable winds and sea currents in the winters to sail their Boitas to distant lands. Their expeditions would traditionally begin on the day of Kartika Purnima, which usually is the full moon day in the month of November.

 

The Sadhabas were given hearty von voyage for the safe passage and well-being before the onset of their expedition by saying “Aa Ka Ma Bai……………” which symbolizes the Odia months i.e. Asadha, Kartika, Margashira & Baisakha. While the period from Asadha to Kartika was the season of outgoing journey and Magha to Baisakha was considered to be the season of return. Those days are gone now, but the memory is still alive. 

 

The memory of those expeditions are kept alive in the festival of Boita Bhasani & Bandana, and to reminiscence the unforgotten glory of the Sadhabas of ancient Odisha, miniature replicas of the sea faring boats are made. Men and women dress in traditional costumes, light lamps in the boats and afloat them at their nearest water body. 

A fair called Bali Jatra (“Journey to Bali”), is held and celebrated with a lot of enthusiasm on the banks of the Mahanadi River at Gadagadia Ghata in Cuttack. It’s an extravaganza of eight days that begins from day of Kartik Purnima.

More than 1000 kiosks showcase ethnic goods along with modern gadgets, food stalls and lot more, drawn from across the state and outside. Thunka Puri and Dahi Bara Aludum are the major gastronomical delights that attract many.

Happy Kartika Purnima to all of you..!!

Jai Jagannatha

Lives goes on giving

 

In pursuit of harmony between home, work and life

We have a build a strong community, to not forget to laugh and smile.

My dear Friends don’t be martyrs and forget perfections…

As life is not about resisting all these cacophones..

 

Everyday as we feel getting older..

Life keeps on moving faster..

It hurts to feel like time is running out.

How do we take a pause to savor a moment before it’s lost.

 

We all chose day one and not one day…

What we were amazed, that we enjoyed the journey more than what happened on D Day..

 

Life is wide canvas that has a lot of disparate emotions

We all tried to put it together with a beautiful Sonnet of connections..

 

Cheers …

 

Jai Jagannath

47 हूँ मैं 15 को 75 का हो जाऊंगा दिन भर की देशभक्ति.........फिर तारीखों में खो जाऊंगा

 

47 हूँ मैं 15 को 75 का हो जाऊंगा

दिन भर की देशभक्ति, फिर तारीखों में खो जाऊंगा

बंटवारे का कलंक लिए मैं फिर सो जाऊंगा

कौन-किससे आज़ाद हुआ, क्या कभी खुद से पूछ पाऊंगा ?

47 हूँ मैं, 15 को 75 का हो जाऊंगा

विद्या को; लक्ष्मी के आधीन देखता हूँ

खुद से ज्यादा' कलम के व्यापार को स्वाधीन देखता हूँ

बिक रहे हर चौराहे पर सोने की पुस्तक देखता हूँ

विद्यार्थियों में विद्या कम विलास के दस्तक देखता हूँ

न जाने कब? फिर टैगोर जैसे गुरु, एकलव्य जैसे शिष्य देख पाऊंगा

47 हूँ मैं, 15 को 75 का हो जाऊंगा

बीमारी से ज्यादा, इलाज़ के खर्च से डर जाता हूँ

अक्सर स्वस्थ हो जाने पर भी कर्ज़ से मर जाता हूँ

हर एक दवा की गोली में सोना नज़र आता है

खाऊँ तो लेनदार, न खाऊं तो मुर्दा नज़र आता है

और कब गरीबो को शिक्षा-स्वास्थ का हक दे पाऊंगा

47 हूँ मैं, 15 को 75 का हो जाऊंगा

अब भी मीलों, घड़े भर पानी को तरसते देखा है

कभी दो रोटी दो वक्त की, तो कभी भूखे पलते देखा है

कभी चिलचिलाती धूप की किरणें, तो कभी बारिश की बूंदे टपकते देखा है

जाने कबतक उनको रोटी, कपड़ा, मकान दे पाऊंगा

 47 हूँ मैं 15 को 75 का हो जाऊंगा

संसद हो या विधान सभा ,कबतक इनसे यह खंड चलाऊंगा ?

नागरिको को कब उनका फर्ज याद दिलाऊंगा

क्या तुम भ्रष्ठ नही? किस किस से पूछ पाऊंगा

मैं तो खंड खंड हुआ तुम्हारे लिए ही,

और कितने सालों तक तुम सबको समझाऊंगा

47 हूँ मैं 15 को 75 का हो जाऊंगा 

47 हूँ मैं 15 को 75 का हो जाऊंगा दिन भर की देशभक्ति .....फिर तारीखों में खो जाऊंगा