“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”Edgar Allan Poe (Boston, 19 january 1809 – Baltimora, 7 october 1849) RIP — euzicasa
October 8, 2016 13:05
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” Edgar Allan Poe (Boston, 19 january 1809 – Baltimora, 7 october 1849) RIP
Durga Puja of Sabarna Roychoudhury Family, Barisha
October 8, 2016 13:03
Family Puja of Saborna Roychaudhury, the Founder of Calcutta. Today the ” Aatchala Bari” still remains. It was built by Laksmikanta Gangopadhyay and Durga Puja started by him in the year 1610. Therefore this Puja is more than 400 years old.
The family has been celebrating Durga Puja since 1610 in their ancestral home at Barisha. It is possibly the oldest organised festival in the Kolkata region. Today eight Durga Pujas are held by branches of the family. Out of these, six are at Barisha, the seventh is at Birati while the eighth at Nimta. The Pujas held at Barisha are those of Aatchala, Baro Bari, Mejo Bari, Benaki Bari, Kalikingkar Bhawan and Majher Bari. Above is the View of Aatchala Durga Puja of 2016.
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Close up view of the idol
FAMILY HISTORY
The Sabarna Ray Chaudhury (সাবর্ণ রায় চৌধুরী) family were the Zamindar (superior landlords) of the then Calcutta area, prior…
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Tormentas de desesperación
October 8, 2016 13:02
Para ellos el sol se ha escondido y no regresará más la luz. La fuerza de la naturaleza los ha tomado por sorpresa, ya es muy tarde, no hay nada que hacer. Nada más oscuro, más terrorífico que sentir la muerte sobre ti no pudiendo huir, ellos estaban atrapados en la pobreza, en la desesperanza ¿nadie oía sus gritos, sus lamentos? Mi alma hoy los escucha y se lamenta con ellos.
Tormentas de desesperación los han atacado y nadie va a salvarlos. Ahogados por las aguas del mar, que al igual que sus lágrimas eran saladas y no podían contenerlas más.
Niños, ancianos, mujeres y hombres, sus corazones no laten más, su ida ha sido tan rápida como oscura. ¿Alguien más ha pensado en lo que hay detrás de las cifras por las muertes y daños? Detrás esas cifras habían vidas, habían sueños que ya no se van a cumplir…
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Paradigms Shift, a poem
October 8, 2016 13:00
who are you?
The person you inherited from your parents
or the one you bequeath to your children?
Are you and you one or two?
Or have you merged like eggs and milk
into a pudding, not one or the other,
but something quite different
Do you have to break the mirror
to open fresh eyes?
Are you and you one or two?
Something more or something less.
Are you more or less than one?
Your heart is not broken,
though sometimes it feels that way.
The cells of your body are separate
but collaborative and reciprocal.
Your sight is lighted by the
ground of being, but . . .
the question remains
who are you?
Caught between the generations
their different cultures,
perspectives, values.
Their expectations are at odds
and the older made promises
the younger could never keep …
Times change.
People evolve.
Paradigms shift
and you are…
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