"Thoughts,feelings and realisations"-by Abhijit Mazumdar Setarist

From the book "Thoughts,feelings and realisations" written by Abhijit Mazumdar Setarist
"The more I travel through life, the more I realised that there was and is no "I"...I have not done anything,Every thing happened with me,every thing just happened around me...and this "I" material just got involved in those affairs...As if,there is a television serial going on,or a movie...and this "I" material entered into the scenes somehow,and started playing along with the other actors...
The moment I have withdrawn myself from it..I became free..."

Magic Moments

Abhijit Mazumdar Senia Setarist published a note.

2 hrs · 

Moments....

From the book "Thoughts,feelings and realisations" written by Abhijit Mazumdar Setarist"Never try to look for permanence in life...Because life itself is not permanent. The small moments make a whole life.Hence, if some small moments had given you happiness,treasure them,they will become permanent.I am grateful to those small moments..I bow my head to those who gave them...The words spoken to enliven my heart..the words spoken to enrich my life..the words spoken to show me the way....."

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Chances

Chances

From the book "Thoughts,feelings and realisations" written by Abhijit Mazumdar SetaristABHIJIT MAZUMDAR SENIA SETARIST·THURSDAY, DECEMBER 3, 20153 Reads

"We all complain about things we have lost,friends we have lost,.ambitions we could not achieve...etc etc.. But we forget about the chances we have received several times to get them.. Once the last bus is missed...it will never come back... to pick you up again."

Do not Complain

Abhijit Mazumdar Senia Setarist

4 hrs · Calcutta · 

If you chose to remain alone....do not complain about loneliness....

The changes ,,and the unchangeables...

The changes ,,and the unchangeables...

         ABHIJIT MAZUMDAR SENIA SETARIST·WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 2, 2015

Sometimes,i come across my old diaries...full of my writings,including poems,songs,stories written by me,some chatterbox,my mind goes back to the olden days..when mere looking at the sky and watching the horizon for hours together, used to be a great pastime for me.Plenty of lines used to crowd in my mind..unknown tunes inside my mind used to make me sink into an oblivion...I was easily transformed with the identity of the Eagle soaring high ...the clouds passing by...The air touching my skin,used to whisper,..”can you tell me..from where are we coming? Over the deep sea and ocean,crossing high mountains..we came to touch you..”I said the “hello...thank you “ and remained grateful...While lying on my back on the roof top in a summer night...watching crores of sparkling tiny lights on the dark nights cover on the sky,my body felt lighter and lighter ..as if floating just beneath the sky...I know things have changed,situations have changed, my age is taking me ahead through time...but I am certain,those days will come back soon,...very soon,when I will be able to touch and feel my childhood once again...