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When you have lost all the best in life, know that that's what life is meant to be Do not live in the illusion of being happy for knowing the Truth  But there are things that will make us happy as well as unhappy Realizing what all will make us unhappy and not need fully be happy about it Is a process of transcending both sorrow and joy and going beyond. All those who are closest will depart, abandon, leave or die Know that and be in a better position to face when it actually happens. Crying will not help then since life is fleeting and it will bring something again That will push us to joy following passing or overlapping sorrow Being happy can never be the goal as that will also bind me down Break or transcend the process, cycle or system of life that I am subjected to Transcend the dualities, and keep trying till duality cease to exist And I advance from bad to good, good to beyond all dualities And then wait if I can experience the Absolute, beyond name and form or time, space ...

I am sorry, but let me tell you, anything expressed in words is fake. But I couldn’t be good enough in anything except shoddy talks You were never meant for this world, so you are no more. You felt all thought you are good for what you are But I tell you, you were felt to be good as you were harmless I tell you; this is a world of bastards, all around; I am one too So have been doomed to live, while you are no more. Trust me; all will forget you sooner after you are dead That’s for sure; we all had forgotten you even when you were alive I saw on your recovery bed, you cried for life Did we know; that would turn into your death bed. Why to live this life when you been blessed with death, painful though Didn’t I tell; I am also a bastard alike all living fakes Sooner I too will forget you and get into my course of living and unliving Help me not forget you; this is my only cry I will again embrace life while life can knock me down any time I couldn’t blame God on your death since He says...

  Narrator: The story is narrated by my uncle Radesh Ranjan Deb; F/O Nikita Deb I will start by detailing about my family.  Our family was known well because of my grandfather. His name is Pandav Ram Deb and was known as a Zamindar. Our ancestral place of dwelling was called Bari in Bengali.  Back then, the condition of our family was very good. Baba was the eldest of all his siblings. They were four brothers, four sisters and three step-sisters. It was also known as Mahajan Bari or Zamindar Bari. Our family got well known after Nouka puja (boat worship) was performed by him. This was the first Nouka puja in the Sylhet district. Lacs of people as far as from the capital Dhaka had come to see it and were also fed. Pandabram was a known for his valour, also a big miser and a well-known stubborn. He was very much respected and saluted by all on his way. He never put anything except a Loincloth (Langoti/ Langti). A langti is like a very small dhoti wrapped around the waist. B...

 

Smoke, smoke, smoke, everywhere. The smoke out of the cigarette, The smoke out of the mist, The smoke out from the cloudy sky, The smoke of confusion, The smoke of illusion, But The smoke out of the cigarette feels most real to me. Everything goes into oblivion when I am and you are with me. No longing remains when you are with me. He is lucky if I ever pause smoking for him or that. But that has never happened, and so much feel that will ever happen. When I steal the goldmine, I smoke to celebrate. When gloomy, I smoke needing nothing else. When I have nothing to do or think of, I smoke. You just get into my life and we get along so well. How much I love you, will smoke even on the doomsday when nothing remains all around. Many a times, I hunted down someone I yearned for so much. But then I asked her, can you excuse me, I want to go out for smoke. She left and and we never met ever and I was left with my smoke, and still never felt lonely. I admit that I am absolutely hooked to you a...

Why the wait is endless; waiting when I will die. Is that all about life; scared of it, it will repeat itself Living is so tough; but not let to die Killing, if not easy, is instant; but not sure why still not let to die What's wrong in it, not even sure of that. Not even sure what death has in its store But have seen enough of life; can't bear anymore If hating life is bad; getting lured by life isn't good either Why all of it had to be like this! Not even sure what can even death offer Trapped to this body, mind, country, land, planet, ..... None are mine; not even sure if death will bind me to something else This isn't happening; when can I say if I must live or I must die

Don’t act happy when you aren't one. None would say you that you look such a fool Life has its own plan and you cannot always be happy Life can pose you a situation when you neither have the choice to be happy or sad Not always can you live only for yourself And if you think escaping problems, responsibilities can keep you happy And pushing forward reasons why you are so happy all the time You can fool all, but not yourself. You escape all problems and responsibility to be happy Know for sure; others too will abandon you when you need them the most, so that they can try to be happy None will ever say you how ugly you look when you act happy Haven't you ever noted those filled with depth and the intensity for having passed through all the pain and sufferings. The world need those folks the most and not those who get selfish just to be and act happy  

None would have told you enough about the true story of and to death Life wouldn’t be livable if lies were not spoken about life Know for sure that one day you would lose it all Your family will stand by you even in tough times more so because they share and own all that you own And friends, lovers and all will abandon you and break up with you for any and many reasons And also for reason that they own and gain nothing of what I own even if they stand by me till the end. They are there for good times and have enough reasons to abandon me more so in tough times Give, give, give and better not even think owning anything in particular I am a man and this is my world. When I am made to die to get what I want So be not womanly or childish and play a victim; give it up all, seek nothing. Parents need a son and would never admit they hate to bear a girl This world is rough and it’s a man who can and got to snatch food from the lion’s mouth or die doing so And not even ca...

A man was beside his wife's deathbed and to bear a baby. He was sad that his sweetheart will die, but was also happy about the expected baby. The man was confused and started to play music and got deeply engrossed and hours later someone pushed him and informing him that his wife is dead and also that a beautiful baby is born. Before he started playing, he was equally sad and happy, but now he answers "who is dead, who is she, whose baby is it".  It took him sometime to realize that he is now faced with joy as well as grief, the joy of the birth of a baby but grieved by the death of his wife. This state can well be treated as losing oneself where he forgot himself and and as a result forgot all that's associated with him, forgetting all the dualities, the joy and sorrow and all in this phenomenal world