Pilgrim Shivam

Everytime when a place is glorified by the grand presence of the Divine, the surroundings become more and more dull, nasty and hypocrite. It's a cosmic trick, that has been distracting people for ages, from reaching to the core of a truth. That is why, when we visit any place of great religious importance we find ourselves stuck in some stupid situations around. Most of us step on that Cosmic-trap and become a Cosmic Joke ourselves. The Kalyaneswari Temple of Asansol has no exception to this. -- "It was a time, when the surroundings of this temple was crystal clear." -- "You see that stream? It had more turbulence last time we visited." -- "Kalyaneswari? We went there on a picnic season. It is too crowdy, man!!"  And so on. But there is much more than these general assumptions of the common people regarding this great SiddhapeeTha. This old temple is just like a black-hole -- a darkness, covered with darkness. An ever flowing mystery waiting to be rev

I have heard the roar of seas, the depth of the forests, the breeze of the hills. I became silent in front of midnight and listened to its meditation; I remember the symphony of the dry leaves of a lonely roadside jungle and the burble of a river flow, which sounded like the anklets of a dancing little girl. I roamed within the lap of the Nature and emerged within its sounds. And then there was the Daxong Falls, who compiled all of these sounds in such a manner that it created a vibrant melody. After reaching there we needed to go down, way down to experience Him. As we were going down the stairs and reaching for the falls, I felt a gradual loss of my egos. It was good actually. A sincere Pranati is always better than a fake humility. Finally I was standing in front of it, where the Kanchi River jumped off a 144ft high cliff. I was facing another raw and glorious face of Mother Nature. Though it looked like a falls, it seemed something else to me at first. The Kanchi was jum

It was a March and we had to march to a waterfall to collect its water for Basanti Puja. For the first time in life I got the opportunity to perform the complete Basanti Puja of my own and all I wanted is to be just perfect in every aspects as much as possible. That’s a separate story though it gave me many chances to do crazy things such as going into the wild in search of wild boars, visit bullfights and much. One of these was my trip to Daxong Falls. I needed the falls water for Devi’s Ashtakalas Mahasnan and was thinking to visit a fall nearby. At this time Firoz Bhai showed me up some of the snaps of Daxong as he recently visited there. Instantly we made up a plan and on a fine weekday, when both of my parents were busy with their works we set our path to the Daxong Falls. The word Daxong means the act of pouring water. It was spring and on our way we experienced another beautiful face of my hometown Purulia. On both sides of the roads the dry earth was decor

Kolkata; a city of joy, music and much more. But for me always it has been a city of crowds of confused people. As I am not a Kolkatian, I never think about it but nature always makes me visit that city. Unavoidable situations often arise, and all I need to do is to visit that city. Whenever I get to visit Kolkata, I always try to do something apart from my work, that really worthy of facing Kolkata, specifically its crowd. Such thing I had to do yesterday. I decided to visit Adyapeetha Devi Temple. And there I felt something so un-Kolkatic in the middle of Kolkata. From my very childhood I have seen Her portrait almost daily at home. Her “AdyaStotram” is very famous to us all. So when I finally decided to visit the temple, I was obviously excited. But all of my excitement was doomed by a terrible headache. A long night-bus journey from Purulia to Kolkata and some rushes of the work, I had there gave me a tremendous headache. I was feeling so unwell that sometimes I decided to