A very shubho nobo borsho to you and yours. I love new years, be it of any community or calendar. It allows one a chance to start afresh. So if you haven't been able to stick to your resolution at the start of the year, there's always a Gudi Padwa, a Vishu or a Poila Boishakh to begin anew. There's always another opportunity. The universe never denies someone a second chance. And that's how we breathe life into hope.
In the most trying of situations, there needs to be hope that the sun will shine a little more bright tomorrow. In times of celebration, there's hope that the joy will live on and grow. And when you think there's no hope in sight, that's when you find yourself at prayer.
I've become more of an optimist in the past few years. Perhaps it's motherhood or simply an outcome of growing up, but I find myself more constructive and calm because of it. Think about it, without hope there is nothing much to live for or work towards. Even in death, there lies hope (that is unless you've attained nirvana),for peace or a better life next time round.
For life to prosper, people to thrive, governments to function, the planet to survive , one has to begin with hope. Whatever the road ahead may bring along with it, it all begins with this little word. And so this new year, I pray for a little more hope. For, while we work through our principles and figure out the kind of world we must come together to create,while we argue, fight or cheer, we need to always remember that hope is where we all come from, and that puts us all on the same team.
Happy New Year to all who've found their way to this insignificant little blog. I made a promise to drop by at least once a week and I hope to stick with it this time.
I've also added something to my list of resolutions today- learning to read and write in my mother-tongue. As grateful as I am for my education in an English-medium school and my fairly decent knowledge of two other Indian languages, at thirty something I wish I could also read a little Bengali.
Every time, I pick up translated works of famous Bengali authors, I wonder how much heritage I've probably missed out on in the bargain. Considering the fact we lead very cosmopolitan lives with a heavy dose of cultural exchange that are a result of migrations and inter-community marriages, there is sometimes that question of belonging. Staying connected to one's roots is just as important as discovering the power of one's wings. And language is the most basic medium of keeping the connection alive.
It's time to pick up the old Bengali alphabet books my father had brought me as a child. I remember him teaching me and I remember picking it up in a day's time. But then came the unit tests and history, math and geography toppled the study of Bengali for life (I wish our education system offered children the choice to learn a regional language of their choice, apart from what is already prescribed). Anyway, there is the desire to learn once again. And what better day to begin than on the Bengali New Year, right?
So once again, a very shubho nobo borsho. May you dream, may you work, may you fight, may you grow, may you uplift, may you hope.
In the most trying of situations, there needs to be hope that the sun will shine a little more bright tomorrow. In times of celebration, there's hope that the joy will live on and grow. And when you think there's no hope in sight, that's when you find yourself at prayer.
I've become more of an optimist in the past few years. Perhaps it's motherhood or simply an outcome of growing up, but I find myself more constructive and calm because of it. Think about it, without hope there is nothing much to live for or work towards. Even in death, there lies hope (that is unless you've attained nirvana),for peace or a better life next time round.
For life to prosper, people to thrive, governments to function, the planet to survive , one has to begin with hope. Whatever the road ahead may bring along with it, it all begins with this little word. And so this new year, I pray for a little more hope. For, while we work through our principles and figure out the kind of world we must come together to create,while we argue, fight or cheer, we need to always remember that hope is where we all come from, and that puts us all on the same team.
Happy New Year to all who've found their way to this insignificant little blog. I made a promise to drop by at least once a week and I hope to stick with it this time.
I've also added something to my list of resolutions today- learning to read and write in my mother-tongue. As grateful as I am for my education in an English-medium school and my fairly decent knowledge of two other Indian languages, at thirty something I wish I could also read a little Bengali.
Every time, I pick up translated works of famous Bengali authors, I wonder how much heritage I've probably missed out on in the bargain. Considering the fact we lead very cosmopolitan lives with a heavy dose of cultural exchange that are a result of migrations and inter-community marriages, there is sometimes that question of belonging. Staying connected to one's roots is just as important as discovering the power of one's wings. And language is the most basic medium of keeping the connection alive.
It's time to pick up the old Bengali alphabet books my father had brought me as a child. I remember him teaching me and I remember picking it up in a day's time. But then came the unit tests and history, math and geography toppled the study of Bengali for life (I wish our education system offered children the choice to learn a regional language of their choice, apart from what is already prescribed). Anyway, there is the desire to learn once again. And what better day to begin than on the Bengali New Year, right?
So once again, a very shubho nobo borsho. May you dream, may you work, may you fight, may you grow, may you uplift, may you hope.
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