30 Mar 2015

#95 Bloganniversary


This blog turns two year old today- a happy moment for me J . I feel amazed at the rate at which the time has passed. I still look back at this day, on 30th Mar 2013, when I started publishing my writings in this platform. And, yes my passion for writing has been in my genes, it’s hereditary. Even though my parents are not into the occupation of writing, yet their written creations have always left an indelible impact on me. It is their immense support that has always provided an audacity to my words. I can still very well recall my father’s composed poems and songs for me in my primary school days which were recited by me, my mother’s fictitious stories preserving all human emotions full up to its brim to arouse the subtle and tender sentiments in the readers, my uncle’s few published writings in newspaper, relatives’s random scribblings and musings, my grandparent’s unparalleled story telling skills - these are all enough to motivate me to write unconsciously. An expression is beyond the discriminatory boundary of language. It does not matter in which language the matter has been expressed, all that matters is that the underlying idea or the thought must be conveyed to the readers well.  I’m always grateful and will always remain indebted to my family members who have taken a great care to nurture my thought processes. That’s because thoughts are tremendous dynamic forces possessing the abilities to transform an individual.

About my journey in life, I’m at the verge of completing my graduation in Electrical Engineering. The environment/surrounding always affect an individual. So, some of my writings have been highly influenced by the surrounding where I lived and the company of people with which I lived. A heartfelt gratitude to my teachers and friends who were always there with me during these evolutionary academic years.     

This journey of writing made me realize that the pen is mightier than sword. The words are many times more powerful than force. It is because the words are the reflections of one’s own thoughts. It is the direct indicative of one’s own state of mind. Some of the powerful writings have got emerged during the time of trials and adversities. I felt that I could write something inspiring when I needed one for myself. So, this entire process of writing helped me to take a close look at my own thoughts and psychological need. In last two years, I could also witness the rewarding side of this passion which boosted up my spirit manifold.

I cannot estimate the length of my journey towards expression in words, all I can say at this point is that I’m still a beginner in this field trying to gain experience each day.

With a promise to continue it, I end this post here.

Happy Reading!! J

Swati Sarangi

#94 A million dollar gift

A million dollar gift

I returned from my college after attending regular classes that day and threw my bag carelessly on my bed which was placed at one corner of my room. Then I pulled my chair and sat hopelessly. I was upset because of my end-sem which was about to commence from next week.  My birthday coincidently felt on the very first day of exam. So, going home for me had now become a dream. I celebrated every birthday of mine with my family. But this time, I would miss this celebration. I became gloomy and stared outside at the greenery from my window panes but didn't find those interesting.

I started rewinding the memories associated with the celebration of my birthdays at home. Blowing candles, cutting cakes, savoring delicacies, dancing and singing loudly with my cousins and friends were the sequence of events performed on my birthday each year. At the end, a group photographs with all family members and friends just an icing on cake.  I felt very nostalgic when I tried to walk over those memory lanes connecting those incidences.

A phone call disrupted the sequence of my thoughts. It was a call from my mom. Initially I did not want to disclose my worries. Later I narrated the entire story.

Me: Mom you know that my end-sem is going to get started next week??

Mom: So, haven’t you prepared for that?? If not, then start preparing from today. Why are you so much worried?? (She pretended as if she didn’t know my birthday falling in the coming week)

Me: Please mom, just try to understand. I will not be able to come to home next week. My birthday will be then.

Mom: Don’t worry for that we will celebrate once you return back from hostel. Now, don’t be silly.

Me: What about my gifts??

Mom: That you are going get after your birthday. Now, don’t ask me many questions. Focus on your study. Bye

Me: Okay mom. Bye.

Then one of my friends knocked the door. I opened to find she had invited me to join her for walk. I felt relaxed after making her listen my worries.

Exactly after one week………

I was flooded with phone calls from mid night from many people. After completing my exam in institute, I returned back to my hostel. I was surprised to find a gift wrapped with pink coloured glazing cover. I was elated and without taking much time, I started to unwrap it. I found a collection of motivational books which my father had presented me. These were “Think and grow rich” by Napolean Hill, “Who will cry when you die” and “A monk who sold his Ferrari” by Robin Sharma and “Seven spiritual laws of Success” By Deepak Chopra. My eyes fell over the sticker of Flipkart along with a tag of 27 coupons. Flipkart has got a wide range of products of varying prices. We had been regularly availing the facilities of e-commerce. The tag of 27 coupons seemed unfamiliar to me as I was seeing it for the first time. Then Google came to my rescue.  From Google I got the information about 27 Coupons which is a service dealing with many stores of India like Flipkart. It provides attractive discounts on customer goods. After enquiring about this, I learnt that I had got these five books at such a discount which I would have never got had I purchased from the book store. All the credit goes to 27 coupons for saving money and most importantly time. What can be a better option than getting your favourite stuffs at your doorstep at nominal prices without moving an inch from your home?

I had already demanded these books before but never knew that I would get these on my birthday. It was a million dollar gift for me from my father. I would call it “A million dollar gift” because it was more precious for that moment. Last but not the least; I would never forget to thank Flipkart for making my day special with those books.


14 Mar 2015

#93 The Moment Of Joy

The moment of joy
My poem in spot poetry of Anweshan’s Poetry writing Competition , 2k15.
Duration: 1hr

Being surpassed by the fear
Of facing the battle
The heart pounded faster
Urging a need to move forward

Mind’s enormous motivation
Stirring the self from seclusion
How to move across the wind
Came a question from the stubborn instinct.

What the result would be?
How would the consequences look like?
Numerous haphazard random queries
Turned the possibility- a reverie.

Is the game all about
Victory and loss?
When the things get reversed
With just a single toss.

Pacified all my thoughts
To step out of inner dearth
Froze entire scene in front
The battle field- turbulent.

When came the moment of show
Then I realized it was
Something lot broader than
What I had ever thought of.

I stood firm all through
Like a pillar- not so tall
As I knew that
United we stand, divided we fall.

At last the trial got over
Leaving moments to be preserved forever
I felt the victory was in struggle

The moment of joy- I would call.

By Swati Sarangi

#92 A beginning

A beginning
Theme: A poem about my first association with poetry.

I had never realized that
The world of words
Could be so vast
I began with an experiment
With an enthusiastic torrent

With a constrained set of vocabulary,
A pristine form of summary,
Words picked up from here and there
To perform an act of surgery
To connect words with imageries

Searching is always fun
What you can get from it
Is never certain
Formless or with form
It’s arrival-not known.

After a job of
Consistent arrangement done
Contendent I was with
The task I performed
To continue it for a longer term

Recalling my father’s
Words of encouragement
“You keep writing.
There’s something in it,
One day you’ll find.”

Soon it turned out to
Be my favourite companion
Amusing me when I’m alone
With a wish – May this association
Never be forgotten.

By Swati Sarangi