Showing posts with label autobiographical essay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autobiographical essay. Show all posts

Friday, January 24, 2025

The Resentment of a Marine Mind

 


There may be diversity; there may be disharmony all around the globe. However, everyone must acknowledge that I am an authentic epitome of unity or harmony. I feel so confident to be composed of little drops of water indeed. Yet, people do call me ‘brackish’, but I wonder how they can forget so easily that it is I who is the primary source of all kinds of salt. Broadly speaking, salt brings the actual taste to each cuisine. Living under the azure canopy, I roll my ripples time and again. I have to remain an eyewitness of people’s family and love. They bathe in the foamy waves; they make love in front of me; they spend amorous moments all together. But how can I forget my celibacy? Whenever I witness such moments of love belonging to the others, I can’t hold myself back from feeling so lonely full of constant commotion that is spoken out through my roaring and restless ripples. I convert an ordinary place to a magnificent tourist spot. I sometimes laugh at myself silently. Why? That is so because of my loneliness. How painful my life is! I can only provide lots of gaiety to the others, but never am I given anything at all as a gift. When the sun goes down, when the tourists are about to leave the place, I feel more pricked. Yes, they add insult to my injury again and again. Sometimes, I get so annoyed and so infuriated that I become monstrous, heartless, harmful and disastrous. Well, I have to be so; resulting in, I take the guise of tsunami.

You may like to read my other blogs:

https://somalimukherjee.blogspot.com/

https://mirandamemmi.blogspot.com/

https://childrenblogbysomali.blogspot.com/

https://somaliomnibus.blogspot.com/

Friday, November 3, 2023

Sensible Words from a Smartphone

 



Being a smartphone, I am very much attractive. I look great; I sound nice; I respond quickly; I display lots of moments of all sorts of emotions; I am ready to solve a number of problems faced by mankind in the twinkling of an eye; and I function as the buffer between the speaker and the addressee though they may be at a great distance: no matter how far they live, with my smart magic, they can even see each other using live video calls. I do connect people in this way; hence, I do pride myself on my utilisation and my value. I give them the privilege to use social media; I provide them with lots of opportunities to carry on online transaction. I help people speak in conference calls. That is to say, I have dedicated myself entirely to the advancement and to the benefit for all of them. However, I must say that people use me in wrong or unfair purposes as well. Is that my fault? They say that I am solely responsible for the accidents, for the shortcomings of the shirking students and so on and so forth. Though I am indispensable always, I never do intend to harm anybody at all. It is not I who am guilty; it is rather the lack of human discretion that tries to put the blame upon me. All that I can say is that every human being must use me judiciously.

You may like to read my other blogs:

https://somalimukherjee.blogspot.com/

https://mirandamemmi.blogspot.com/

https://somaliomnibus.blogspot.com/

Words from a Snowman

 


I am made of snow, pure white snow. The wintry wind bites every mortal being, but I am not shaken at all. Yes, it is funny indeed to know that I never catch a cold. Children decorate me by giving my nose made of a carrot, my eyes made of dark beads, etc. They make snowballs; they pile them up one upon the other; they give it a shape; finally, I receive my birth in this way of mirth and cheer. They also provide me with a scarf, most of the times red in colour. They use buttons also to make my snowy garments appear attractive. It makes me feel so happy to be a part of the children’s playtime. They enjoy my round belly by patting on it. I witness their rides on the sledges. What peace indeed! I feel so calm and amazed to behold the little children run around me in a circle, singing, playing, laughing, merrymaking, and spreading their innocence. Unfortunately, as and when it begins to be warm, a little warm, I get sure that I am at the point of death. That is to say, my body begins to melt in the warmth. Nonetheless, I can never ever forget the sweet memories that I receive during my life.

You may like to read my other blogs:

https://somalimukherjee.blogspot.com/

https://mirandamemmi.blogspot.com/

https://somaliomnibus.blogspot.com/

https://childrenblogbysomali.blogspot.com/

The Voice of a Mango



Being one of the juiciest fruits in the world, I consider myself to be lucky enough to win the hearts of everyone whoever has tasted me. It is indeed gratifying to know that I am often called to be the ‘King of all fruits’ in India/Bharat specifically. I lose every reason in such amazement. I can be of various types, not only in my appearance but also in my sweetness and taste, and my juiciness. Each and every person does enjoy me to his heart’s content. When it is blisteringly hot in summer, I try to cool down the inner restlessness of the people in no time with my soothing smell. Of course, right then, I am used in my green or young state. Most interestingly, I intoxicate the entire surrounding area with my sweet and alluring smell. I am a fruit of summer; however, the residents in my area keep on thinking about me almost all through the year. People wait for the next summer to come for the sake of relishing my great smell as well as my unique taste. I feel glad indeed, thinking that I, too, am a reason for people’s smile. People have forgotten to smile these days. Hence, it makes me feel blessed to play that role.

You may like to read my other blogs:

https://mirandamemmi.blogspot.com/

https://somaliomnibus.blogspot.com/

https://childrenblogbysomali.blogspot.com/

https://somalimukherjee.blogspot.com/


Friday, October 27, 2023

Strong Words from a Pen


People call me a writing instrument, but I call myself a living power. As and when I get utilised by the poets, the novelists, the essayists, and so on and so forth, my heart leaps up in utmost satisfaction, happiness and self-dignity. It feels really gratifying to think that I am the reason of the act of expressing the inevitable truths of human life. The education system in this entire world depends on me a lot. I am associated in giving birth to thousands of brainchildren. That is to say, I pride myself on this notion of creation. Still, how can I overlook the cons or the injustice in this society, in which I am used as well? In spite of all such positive aspects, I must admit, I must say that I don’t want to be, though I have to be used by the Judge in a court. Indeed, I never ever do desire, I never ever do even think in any of my wildest dreams and my nightmares that the Judge will use me in giving capital punishment to the convict. Moreover, such acts happen frequently. I cannot stay sane; I lose my mind thinking of the ill effects derived from me. My only question is—“Is a convict a born criminal or a product of the society, who is sentenced to death?”

You may like to read my other blogs:

https://mirandamemmi.blogspot.com/

https://somaliomnibus.blogspot.com/

https://childrenblogbysomali.blogspot.com/

https://somalimukherjee.blogspot.com/

A Few Words from a Bird


I twitter, I chirp and I sing to welcome every new morning. I add sweetness to the entire atmosphere when it is dawn. I fly in the sky. The sky is sometimes blue, sometimes cloudy, sometimes golden and sometimes gloomy. However, I have to stay happy always to add musical effect to the new day in order to keep the day free from blemish. Of late, people usually gaze at the flying aeroplanes and the helicopters, but most of them usually find almost no time even to look at me. Still, I carry on singing with a sorrowful and gloomy heart sometimes. The poachers are always ready to hunt me, to kill my all and to ruin my family. They laugh a lot; yes, they treat me cruelly in full swing. Still, I need to say that I, too, have my own life, my own family, my own language, my own world and my own future. Many writers used my quills as their pens in the bygone days. It makes my cup of gladness overflow through and through. I try to live optimistically always. Hence, I try to keep in my mind that a great number of poets, after all, have dignified me in their creative pieces. I feel glad indeed to be the reason of their smile, of their happiness and of their state of being spellbound, captivated and motivated.

You may like to read my other blogs:

https://mirandamemmi.blogspot.com/

https://somaliomnibus.blogspot.com/

https://childrenblogbysomali.blogspot.com/

https://somalimukherjee.blogspot.com/

The Resentment of a Marine Mind

  There may be diversity; there may be disharmony all around the globe. However, everyone must acknowledge that I am an authentic epitome of...