C.B.Ind WEEKLY ARTICLES 1

           A s I begin to run my pen in roads that have been walked before....it becomes even a greater challenge to establish the memorable scars of my writing in hearts of my readers....to simplify...many people have advised you all throughout your lives in different aspects..then why is it that you will read what I say and even more necessarily believe in my MOTIVATION...well friends answer lies in the following context. (Photo :  Google pics)              Merely giving you advice and example will not help to gear the engine...I am going to prove to you that motivation is nothing but pure psychological science and can have positive dimensions as strong as nerve wrecks...with the proper motivation you can climb the ladder of life really easy.              What is the motivation? It is the reason for people's actions, desires and needs...It can be aptly defined as one...

(Photo :  Google pics) I found you as my best; Memories that will never rest. Walking down the lanes (of life) holding your fingers tight, wishing, you would never go out of my sight.  Cuddles, hugs and kiss, Were all added to a part of 'bliss'  Sticking together and long rides; I had you always by my side. So thanks, that you were born Making my life taste like a sweet corn.                                                     ~ Suchita Biswas Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

W ith the legalization of LGBT one morning, she went to her father and told him happily, " Dad I'm in love with Tannu, one of my friend." "What! Are you crazy?" Her father was in a shock. (Photo :  Google pics) "But dad our court legalized lesbian marriage," she replied. Her happiness slowly turning into grief. "She needs to be taken to our ancestral saint right now." Her mother replied from a distance, crying. "No. She needs medical attention." Her father replied feeling disgusted. There was no hope. She went to her room sobbing. After an hour when her parents came to her room they found her hanged with a note in her hand in which it was written, "To court: you need to change the mentality of our society first."                                    ~ Rudra Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativeblogg...

(Photo :  Google pics) I may be unknown, I may have never shown. That I am just like those stars, Who's there without twink. I had the persistence, But soon I lost my resistance. I am frightened and have stopped blink, That I am so unable to twink. I have thousands of co-stars around me, They are just about to twink. But they have not got their positions underneath, Rest everyone says they are the "stars freak". Freak is what I want to be, People around should make me free. I should be best from all link, Then I would not be called a star without twink. I have realized that on my way to twink, But I have hurdles around space beneath. Then the universe would surprisingly speak, This "sparkle" is from that star who was once " without twink".                                                   ...

J ust because one turns to the Final page, the final word of a book doesn't mean the story is complete. 'The End' is only a hopeful thought. Enjoying the satisfaction while we can, because change is Inevitable.                One of the Most powerful forces in the World is Hope. I have ever come across people who say hope that Nothings goes wrong, and even if the things went wrong by, a strong Hope is a force that teaches him/her to start again. Why do conflicts come up in life? Its just because God wants to test us whether what his son/daughter is asking him for, he/she is really determined to get so. He Tests Us. Sometimes the tests go on really long, He(My God) really is seeking some wonderful sought of guidance, in the test Journey.                The path is unknown, yes this Unknown sometimes makes us feel really down. But Haven't this be unknown will you really be on your toes always. Think about...

T he first time I ran into you. Remember? Yeah, I ruined it for both of us. You didn't like me obviously and neither did I. The next time we met, we conversed for the first time. Maybe it wasn't that long but yeah you made me laugh right? And the other times we met? I believe they were as special. We laughed, we argued. You mocked at me or shall I say you humiliated me? But I don't know why I wasn't offended rather every time you did it I was impressed a little more I don't know why. Then one fine day our eyes met and I couldn't take it longer? Can you answer me why?                Why was it that we were so similar? You knew? Didn't you? From the very beginning? But tell me, was it all my fault? That I couldn't resist myself? You could have stopped me? Who am I blaming, oh dear I am so sorry. But you used me! Again and again day after day. You knew that we had no future together, still, you gave me hopes? Then finally when I felt the kick f...

(Photo:  Google pics) Why can't I come back to myself? Can't I be sleeping although sleep come? Why destructive Storm fill the life? Lose again the lost love. Why am I unable to kill the memory? Always hunt me the memorial past. Beyond the dreams occupy my heart, Want to return to my past. Return all my love and peace; I am not a butterfly, But my feeling can help me. Perhaps I can fly with my injured feeling up high.   ~   GOURAB MISTRI Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

                    Entering her daughter's school on the annual day as a chief guest of honour, Shirleen was proud of being a single mother and for breaking the stereotype in the vengeful society which always discriminated against women. Shirleen, a lady of 32, confident and beautiful, and a proud single mother was the District Magistrate who in-spite of being a respectable civil servant was still judged by the society for bringing up her daughter single-handedly. But this never bothered her anymore. She was done with the world, and her only happiness was her daughter. (Photo :  Google pics)                   Shirleen was orphaned at a very young age but was brought up by a distant relative of her mother. When in her college days she used to share her room with her friend in the college hostel who later became a very important part of her life. A good soul her friend was bu...

(Photo :  Google pics) Hopeful eyes, million dreams and happy smiles Is this not the identity of a child?  Then why do I see Terrified faces and shattered dreams? There is so much to learn, to accomplish Then why the children are Deprived of their childhood,  Overloaded with work,  Burdened with responsibility,  At such a young age?  There is much to change in nation,  There is much to develop in county.  Then why do I see Tear filled eyes and rough hands?  The future of the country is Now in the hands of youngsters Then why the children are Treated as slaves?   Alas!  Poor children!  Poor future!  It's sad to see the children In such a miserable, terrible,  And horrible condition too.  Put a smile back on their face,  Give them the childhood,  Give them the opportunity of education,  That was stolen from them.  F...

ভালোলাগার একটা সম্পর্ক গড়ে উঠেছে অভি আর রূপকথার মধ্যে ধীরে ধীরে,  বলে উঠতে পারেনি কেউ-ই । (Photo :  Google pics) অভি আজ দেখা করতে এসছে বটে ,কিন্তু ওর মন যেন  আজ অন্যকথাও, নিজের মধ্যেই হারিয়ে গেছে কেমন  ।   - কতদিন পর  দেখা হল বলো আভি দা.. (আকাশের দিকে তাকিয়ে আছে আভি,কোনো সাড়া নেই) এরকম চুপ করে বসে থাকার কারন কি ?  -হ্যাঁ, ইয়ে  না মানে ভাবছিলাম একটু...... ছার কিছু বলবি ?  - তোমার ভাবনা মানেই তো আচমকা কিছু লুকিয়ে থাকা আঘাত...  - সেখানেই জন্ম আমার কিছু গল্পের!  - কষ্টের গল্প?  - কষ্ট না পেলে কেষ্ট পাওয়া যায় ?   - স্বপ্ন দেখো তুমি?  - না ,তবে দিনের পর দিন স্বপ্নকে তিলে তিলে চুরমার হতে দেখেছি...  - অভি দা ?  - আর কতদিন ?  - কি?  - দাদা বলবি ?  - ধ্যাত !! জানিনা...   (একটু চুপ থেকে)   আচ্ছা , কখনও ভালবেসেছো ?   ভালবাসো কাউকে...  - কাউকে ! অনেক কে।  এই আকাশ, মাটি,সবুজ পাতা, রাত...