ସାଥି ସ୍ବାଧୀନ ଭାରତୀ ମହାନ୍ତିଙ୍କ, ସରକାରୀ ଚାକିରିରୁ ଅବସର।
Swadhin's Independence.
I went through the new article just after her retirement, in her blog, "Spare a moment and spare a thought".
It reminded me of one story, "The Screen, ପର୍ଦ୍ଦା " of the epitome of storytellers in the world, Prof Manoj Das.
The retired officer revisited the very same room where he ruled for years but now as a common man seeking to expedite the pension papers. His replacement new officer has gone out of the office. The peon with utmost courtesy is taking care of his ex-boss.
From the guest's chair, he looks through windows, opposite to the usual direction he was used to. The cutthroat race, to occupy this chair was not a small one.
The screens from the windows are taken off, allowing the vast arrays of natures play visible in a small chunk of the sky. He gets lost in nature. A sense of gratitude to the new officer and his wisdom to remove the screens makes him very happy. He cursed himself wasting the whole life covered with screens and screens all around over all possible windows of life, through which he could have enjoyed the eternal play of life and lives around.
In fact, the retirement has peeled off the screen of ego and responsibility from him. As the new boss comes in, he unmindfully utters the word, "Screen".
Sorry, sir, the replacement was due as the old ones were torn to some extent. Newer ones are ready ....
He screamed in silence, "Screen again!!! Oh no!"
I wish my dear brilliant friend Swadhin, who used to be transparent all along needed no screen to be removed. The teachings of Krishna and Buddha and their echo in her inner soul made her a commoner shine of ego, from which gems of philosophy came out as often as her demanding profession of a Gynaecologist allowed.
Now she is so lucky and her readers too that she voluntarily retired at fifty and hopefully writes more and more.
Coincidentally her first write up in her blog, " Spare a Moment Spare a Thought" used the same scene. Nature, rain, droplets, ocean, sky, skyscrapers and all through the windows of the living room but actually through the window of her mind that connects her inner living soul to the outer eternal universe. The perfect ambience to see the ocean in the droplets and the beautiful coexistence of the vast many droplets keeping the beauty of each one intact, which she writes so brilliantly.
My friend one of the most brilliant student of my batch shares her birthday with none other than Sage Sri Aurobindo and free Mother India. 15th August is arriving soon.
I wish you Swadhin Bharati Mohanty your second innings as fruitful as the second innings of Sri Aurobindo, for the human race through your pen.
ସ୍ବଧୀନଙ୍କ ବ୍ଲଗ, 'ସ୍ପେୟାର ଏ ମୋମେଣ୍ଟ ସ୍ପେୟାର ଏ ଥଟ୍'କୁ ସମସ୍ତଙ୍କୁ ସାଦର ନିମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ।
Swadhin's Independence.
I went through the new article just after her retirement, in her blog, "Spare a moment and spare a thought".
It reminded me of one story, "The Screen, ପର୍ଦ୍ଦା " of the epitome of storytellers in the world, Prof Manoj Das.
The retired officer revisited the very same room where he ruled for years but now as a common man seeking to expedite the pension papers. His replacement new officer has gone out of the office. The peon with utmost courtesy is taking care of his ex-boss.
From the guest's chair, he looks through windows, opposite to the usual direction he was used to. The cutthroat race, to occupy this chair was not a small one.
The screens from the windows are taken off, allowing the vast arrays of natures play visible in a small chunk of the sky. He gets lost in nature. A sense of gratitude to the new officer and his wisdom to remove the screens makes him very happy. He cursed himself wasting the whole life covered with screens and screens all around over all possible windows of life, through which he could have enjoyed the eternal play of life and lives around.
In fact, the retirement has peeled off the screen of ego and responsibility from him. As the new boss comes in, he unmindfully utters the word, "Screen".
Sorry, sir, the replacement was due as the old ones were torn to some extent. Newer ones are ready ....
He screamed in silence, "Screen again!!! Oh no!"
I wish my dear brilliant friend Swadhin, who used to be transparent all along needed no screen to be removed. The teachings of Krishna and Buddha and their echo in her inner soul made her a commoner shine of ego, from which gems of philosophy came out as often as her demanding profession of a Gynaecologist allowed.
Now she is so lucky and her readers too that she voluntarily retired at fifty and hopefully writes more and more.
Coincidentally her first write up in her blog, " Spare a Moment Spare a Thought" used the same scene. Nature, rain, droplets, ocean, sky, skyscrapers and all through the windows of the living room but actually through the window of her mind that connects her inner living soul to the outer eternal universe. The perfect ambience to see the ocean in the droplets and the beautiful coexistence of the vast many droplets keeping the beauty of each one intact, which she writes so brilliantly.
My friend one of the most brilliant student of my batch shares her birthday with none other than Sage Sri Aurobindo and free Mother India. 15th August is arriving soon.
I wish you Swadhin Bharati Mohanty your second innings as fruitful as the second innings of Sri Aurobindo, for the human race through your pen.
ସ୍ବଧୀନଙ୍କ ବ୍ଲଗ, 'ସ୍ପେୟାର ଏ ମୋମେଣ୍ଟ ସ୍ପେୟାର ଏ ଥଟ୍'କୁ ସମସ୍ତଙ୍କୁ ସାଦର ନିମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ।
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