PATRA S SHEKHAR'S BLOG

 Don't pray me. I am not a shrine. Don't say something. I  mean nothing.  Don't expect anything from me. I have nothing to give. Don't ask me about a road. I am purely a cardboard. Don't challenge with  me. I am not a  prime.

 To whom I have never seen He can't be a ruler. It's very painful thing for me To believe. May I be a mad let it be. But to accept a matter Of imagination is irrelevant. Let all the scholars Of the world blame me. I am ready to stand there Infront of them as a blockhead.

 Sing with me .... I will shine . Dance with me It shall be fine ... I am an actor. You are also an actor. We are in  a theatre. Don't fear and use gear. Cheer and cheer and cheer. Be free to me . Follow the time.

 I am alone here . If anyone disturbs me My eyes will be of tear. Let nobody know  Nothing about me. It shall be fine. No problem , That will make a sign clearly. Some might say  I am an unsocial animal Living rudely.  Calmness of life Is always internal. As far my perception Is concerned Whatever takes place outside That is external.  Without loneliness To enter inner world Is of imagination. I had heard this From a wise person.

 My father told me , Not to go there And be unfair As there is concerned high fare . He would never like to that share. His intention is I have to be here And search something pure , Not for the time being , ,but forever . At last I understood , I have to put efforts  Availing good, not bad . That is also the wish  of God.

                  I am an unfortunate tree, Already taken a stand here  Without any reason  In the eyes of others. Nobody knows my name. Nobody understands my talk. Nobody likes my works. Then staying  here  For a long time shall not be a feat. And near future will also be dark. So, the declaration of  Leaving the spot  All of a sudden is presented. 

 Totally Wrong Something is in my hand Don't think so  What made you to be worried In this regard? Why do you ask me To give this and that After bent down  your head? I am a beggar, not a giver Don't follow me See any other way Understand the value of time In this materialistic world Everything shines  But for the time being This old statement is told  By of our forefathers Thousands and thousands  Years ago  Be flexible Observe the system Everything shall be easy Don't make crazy yourself

 It's just a marking . Here is nothing . Everybody is saying  But I am refusing.  I must start working. Let nobody pray  For my  getting .  I am hopeful with feeling And no need to be  In favour of crying.

  Time To Wait And See , Not to do anything. Then you say how can I Agree for working. Maybe your saying I'm not doing good. No problem I will not  take it In unwell mood. Let me leave alone To be in my choiceable way . I want be away without dismay .

    Generally it is the notion of almost all people that the birthday of Jesus Christ is known as  Christmas which is celebrated on December 25 every year by the people. Around the world, the festival of Christmas marks a religious holiday and commercial occasion.                  Different countries around the globe have various names for the festival. It is reffered to as Yuletide in Germany,Navidad in Spanish, Natale in Italian and Noel in French.However , both Christians and  NonChristians  of all over the world would like to celebrate this festival in a gorgeous manner. Of course it is believed that during the Roman Empire Constantine this auspicious occasion occurred firstly on 25 December 336, so technically the Romans invented , although there's no specific person who is credited with however done so.The month and date of Jesus' birth are unknown, the church in the early fourth century the month as December. ...

 I  don't  Speak  As  I'm not a speaker. I don't write  As I'm not a writer.   I don't read any book  As I'm not a reader. I don't sing any song As I'm not a singer. I don't play any games As I'm not a player. I don't view  on any matter As I'm not a viewer . I don't do any work As I'm not a worker . I don't go anywhere As I'm not a goer.  I want to be silent Forever and ever. May nobody like This unwell filler.

 My conscience says Work apace, apace and apace . Ignore stress and distress, Otherwise that will lead to trails . So it's better to be fret  And race with faith. A day will emerge to be the text .

 Where there's nothing There's something  And where there's something That must be a matter of shining  As  per an old saying  But mind is refusing.  I'm thinking and thinking But there's no meaning. Where there's charming  There's harm's waiting    For serious   nudging   To create  a way of endangering . What to do in this regard  Except denoting  As a futile setting .

 What  I want to do now  May not be possible   In my part . It means not that  I will be far away from  The taken work . I must try again and again  Until last breath to be successful  Still than to fade                     There's no chance , It may show a new gate  Tending the restart  For next birth  after death .     Why shall I be In a sorrowful mood ? There is an index to conclude.

 Do you not want to know something  about me ? How did I become a shepherd ? Let me introduce myself first.  I'm Teknu, 15 year old Kalahandian young boy, living there in a small cottage. This is Macaguda, a tribal hilly village having population about 5 hundred people. I have never touched down to the ground of a school . Being an illiterate fellow  also I'm  living in my own way positively here .  There are two reasons for not getting education.  The first one that  no any school is  established in our village. The second point  is related to my late father.He was a rigorous worker in his life.He was habituated to  go  even if Jhola, the  nearest village of Macaguda, for  works .  There was only one school  for our belt where very few children were  reading. When I wanted to go there he didn't agree . He stated that only the sons of richs should read. The sons of poors should not be worried to get edu...

  I'm ineligible To be your friend But yours choosing of me As a friend from the beginning  Is really a great phenomena In my inactive meaningless life That must not only continue  Up to the last breath of this birth But also ageless time Where society will understand How a friend could sacrifice  All of his belongings  Without any explanation  About that I am  sure. 

 An Owner Of Grief            Sudhanshu Shekhar Patra    When everything is fine  At that time I am not fine. When I'm fine  At that time everything is not fine. When I  think a matter  That is very good . But in the starting time itself That becomes very hard.  When  I touch to a tree That is good looking. But in the time of  sitting  In its shadow   That becomes furious to attack. When I sing a happy song That becomes a sorrowful  brooke and   I become an owner of grief .

                Man is the top most creation of the earth. He is always in favour of prosperity. From the beginning of the civilization he is used to labour hard, hoping the best for the shake of meaningful life.        Quoting a dialogue from the Drama Hamlet of William Shakespeare will be appropriate here. " What a piece of work is man ! How Noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angle ! In apprehension how like a god, the beauty of the world ! The paragon of animals. " We are really the children of God. Our colour may differ from each other, may we not reside in a particular shed together, from language point of view may we not be same ; but we are the frail human beings that must have to be concerned in the mental state.        Thousand and thousand years ago our respected forefathers prayed as  stated below.   "Sarve bhaba...

 Characters *Begger...50 years old  *Priest..40 years old  *Sarapanch..54 years old,male *Papu..boy ... student of cl 7 *Litu...boy ... student of cl 7 *Mitu..boy... student of cl 7  *Doctor...male ..35 years old   SCENE It's one side of the road.Under a banian tree a begger is sitting .He is seriously affected by fever. Begger: Oh ....ah ....Who can provide me a glass of water? Throat doesn't function properly....  (After looking the priest)  Sir, please do one thing for me. Priest: How do you  dare to say this?  Do you know, I am a priest ? I'm meant for a temple. My work is to worship a God .I am not your servant. (Said angrily and went on)  Begger:Oh my God! What shall I do? Nobody is to help me. Who will listen to my words?  (After few minutes the Sarapanch reached there)  Begger: Sir, kindly understand me. Sarapanch: What do you  need? Begger: Come forward to save my  life.  Sarapanch: What is your pro...

             What I want to give you You dislike . What you want to get  That's not in my hand, How can I give?  Your necessity  Is out of range . Don't expect . It shall be far better To go anywhere  And meet a giver  Who can give easily .  I don't want to see you. Leave this spot quickly. Farewell may be The partner of life  Leading towards prosperity .