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"Beard is love, But It's not greater than the love He has for her. #ekcutelovestory"

Beard is love, 

But

It's not greater than the love

He has for her. 


#ekcutelovestory

Date: August 11, 2019

Venue: Room No. 617, Mohali, Punjab

Time: After we were 2 bottles down.

“Who do you love more, me or your beard?” Mansi asked Manav while playing with his beard.

“Ofcourse! My beard.” Manav laughed while taking out the cigarette lighter and lighting his cigarette.

“Really?” Mansi took the lighter from Manav’s hand and started lighting it near his beard as a prank.

But little did she know that what she started as a prank will soon turn serious and she will accidentally light Manav’s beard on fire.

For a moment, everyone in the room bursted into laughter, except Manav. He was clearly pissed.

Why wouldn’t he?

Imagine you grow your beard for months, and then suddenly someone lights it on fire. How would you feel?

The next moment!

Manav took the lighter from Mansi’s hand, smashed it on the wall, stormed out of the room.

Mansi followed him, but he had locked himself inside the bath.

She kept banging the door but there was no reply.

Dejected and thinking she had hurt him, Mansi came back to the room. Her face clearly showed disappointment and her eyes showed tears.

5 minutes later

Manav opened the door and came inside.

But something was missing…

His long beard. We couldn’t believe that he had finally trimmed down his beard.

The irony was that he hadn’t done so even after his friends were teasing him for months, and calling him bangali.

+++++++++

Before we could say anything, Manav went near Mansi and asked:

“Kaisa lag rha hoon?”

Seeing his trimmed beard, Mansi couldn’t hold her surprise and said:

“Manav, you trimmed your beard?”

Manav: I did 🙂

Mansi: But you loved it. 😮

Manav: I loved it. But ab tune jala toh di . 😕

Mansi: I am so sorry. 😞

Manav: It’s ok. But promise kr ki tere hath mein dobara lighter kabhi nhi aayega. 🙂

Mansi: Pinky Promise… 😊

Manav: Chalo is baat p dance karte hain. Yr vo “Senorita” wala gaana play karo. ☺☺☺

The next moment Manav held Mansi’s hand and led her to the dance floor.

And while dancing together, holding each other in arms and looking into each other’s eyes — they both are looking really cute.

The only thing we can wish at this moment is that they always remain happy and blessed like this.

At least, room no. 617 proves lucky to someone in love.

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"Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017. Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in... " look at me, am I not your whole world ? am I not your dream, present,past and future ? When I am here ,why are you so sad ? The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for, no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now. That dilapidated building, my wife's dream, built on my sweat and blood still stands there. The delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by. The broken walls of the house, persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were, how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed. How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have, the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner, like us they need someone's touch to come alive again. Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was. Alll of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder. She was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me, telling me with a loving smile, 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017"

Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. 

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017.

Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete

The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in...

" look at me, am I not your whole world ? 
am I not your dream, present,past and future  ?
When I am here ,why are you so sad  ?

The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. 
Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. 
These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. 

Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. 
I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write.

A LOOK AT LIFE-43
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

No present to live for,
no future to look forward to
I was unfolding the pages of life
to feel the beautiful moments I lived
to know the person I was
which is so alien right now.

That dilapidated building,
my wife's dream,
built on my sweat and blood
still stands there.
The delicately furnished interiors
with lots of dirt and filth now
laugh at me
telling me how wrong and futile I was
in dreaming a future 
that never came by.

The broken walls of the house,
persian carpets hanging on it
with coats of dusts remind me
how elegant once they were,
how passionately they were decorated
like a bride to welcome my son
and his newly wed.

How beautiful and fulfilling life was
the crumbling relics of which now we have,
the costly toys and beautiful gadgets
lovingly procured for our grand children
lying dead in a corner,
like us they need someone's touch
to come alive again.

Recapitulating those glorious days
and fascinating moments
completely lost I was.
Alll of a sudden
I felt someone touching my shoulder.
She was non else but
my wife with a cup of tea
passionately looking at me,
telling me with a loving smile,
'look at me, am I not your whole world?
am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad'

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017

#Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017.

Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete

The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in...

" look at me, am I not your whole world ?
am I not your dream, present,past and future ?
When I am here ,why are you so sad ?

The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears.
Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness.
These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society.

Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event.
I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write.

A LOOK AT LIFE-43
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

No present to live for,
no future to look forward to
I was unfolding the pages of life
to feel the beautiful moments I lived
to know the person I was
which is so alien right now.

That dilapidated building,
my wife's dream,
built on my sweat and blood
still stands there.
The delicately furnished interiors
with lots of dirt and filth now
laugh at me
telling me how wrong and futile I was
in dreaming a future
that never came by.

The broken walls of the house,
persian carpets hanging on it
with coats of dusts remind me
how elegant once they were,
how passionately they were decorated
like a bride to welcome my son
and his newly wed.

How beautiful and fulfilling life was
the crumbling relics of which now we have,
the costly toys and beautiful gadgets
lovingly procured for our grand children
lying dead in a corner,
like us they need someone's touch
to come alive again.

Recapitulating those glorious days
and fascinating moments
completely lost I was.
Alll of a sudden
I felt someone touching my shoulder.
She was non else but
my wife with a cup of tea
passionately looking at me,
telling me with a loving smile,
'look at me, am I not your whole world?
am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad'

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017

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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers him/her with much pain,tends him/her with much consideration and care,takes him/her around to show the moon in the sky and teaches him/her to reach out to scale the difficult and torturous terrines in life.It is imperative that a woman of such magnanimous nature should not be banished and taken to the wire,instead she must be nurtured and taken care of under any trying situation.She is an embodiment of what the child is,the denial of her existence is a denial of life itself in all its various dimensions and strands.Till the last moment,the poem is kept in a state of suspense with respect to its theme,but at the end,the suspense is removed and the clear idea is ushered in slowly but resolutely,this poem is all about a comparison between a mother and poetry,the skill of poetry writing is equated with motherly affection and that skill must not be destroyed by anyone on account of many factors influencing life,instead this ability must be honed and brought up steadily in one's life,so that this authentic skill can furnish us with everything and anything in the course of time.Let us all embrace the poetic faculty which does have the motherly affectionate side to it all the way.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 10th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Never is the woman a burden who carried you all along never can she be a burden who put you on her shoulder to show you the skyline never she is a liability who lived her whole life for you and inculcated in you the drive to look at the moon Don't kill her when she is still alive If you torn her heart into pieces each piece will have your name inscribed if you bring tears in her eyes each drop will reflect you and tell different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other It is she incarnate in you peep into her heart it is you who reign there don't break it you will only break yourself don't put fire in that beautiful garden you will only burn yourself look at her eyes which only see you listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you Look at her the poetry of love and dedication only needs a bit of it to carry her a little further don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you for ever make her life cup full you will get the ocean in return copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers him/her with much pain,tends him/her with much consideration and care,takes him/her around to show the moon in the sky and teaches him/her to reach out to scale the difficult and torturous terrines in life.It is imperative that a woman of such magnanimous nature should not be banished and taken to the wire,instead she must be nurtured and taken care of under any trying situation.She is an embodiment of what the child is,the denial of her existence is a denial of life itself in all its various dimensions and strands.Till the last moment,the poem is kept in a state of suspense with respect to its theme,but at the end,the suspense is removed and the clear idea is ushered in slowly but resolutely,this poem is all about a comparison between a mother and poetry,the skill of poetry writing is equated with motherly affection and that skill must not be destroyed by anyone on account of many factors influencing life,instead this ability must be honed and brought up steadily in one's life,so that this authentic skill can furnish us with everything and anything in the course of time.Let us all embrace the poetic faculty which does have the motherly affectionate side to it all the way.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 10th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Never is the woman a burden 
who carried you all along 
never can she be a burden who put
you on her shoulder to show you the skyline
never she is a liability who lived her whole
life for you and inculcated in you 
the drive to look at the moon

Don't kill her when she is still alive
If you torn her  heart into pieces
each piece will have your name inscribed
if you bring  tears in her eyes
each drop will reflect you and tell
different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other

It is she incarnate in you
peep into her heart
it is you who reign there
don't  break it
you will only break yourself
don't put fire in that beautiful garden
you will only burn yourself
look at her eyes which only see you
listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you

Look at her 
the poetry of love and dedication
only needs a bit of it
to carry her a little further
don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you  for ever
make her life cup full
you will get the ocean in return

copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers him/her with much pain,tends him/her with much consideration and care,takes him/her around to show the moon in the sky and teaches him/her to reach out to scale the difficult and torturous terrines in life.It is imperative that a woman of such magnanimous nature should not be banished and taken to the wire,instead she must be nurtured and taken care of under any trying situation.She is an embodiment of what the child is,the denial of her existence is a denial of life itself in all its various dimensions and strands.Till the last moment,the poem is kept in a state of suspense with respect to its theme,but at the end,the suspense is removed and the clear idea is ushered in slowly but resolutely,this poem is all about a comparison between a mother and poetry,the skill of poetry writing is equated with motherly affection and that skill must not be destroyed by anyone on account of many factors influencing life,instead this ability must be honed and brought up steadily in one's life,so that this authentic skill can furnish us with everything and anything in the course of time.Let us all embrace the poetic faculty which does have the motherly affectionate side to it all the way.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 10th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Never is the woman a burden
who carried you all along
never can she be a burden who put
you on her shoulder to show you the skyline
never she is a liability who lived her whole
life for you and inculcated in you
the drive to look at the moon

Don't kill her when she is still alive
If you torn her heart into pieces
each piece will have your name inscribed
if you bring tears in her eyes
each drop will reflect you and tell
different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other

It is she incarnate in you
peep into her heart
it is you who reign there
don't break it
you will only break yourself
don't put fire in that beautiful garden
you will only burn yourself
look at her eyes which only see you
listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you

Look at her
the poetry of love and dedication
only needs a bit of it
to carry her a little further
don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you for ever
make her life cup full
you will get the ocean in return

copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017

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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem "SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43" by non-other than the eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literally critic Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil. Thanks and gratitude sir for your brilliant interpretation of the poem Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Something I Look At-43" is a poem that narrates about a world which is in the whirlpool of tensions, worries and concerns from one end to the next. The poem commences with an optimistic note wherein this world is described as a world of pure joy and happiness, the human beings in this world enjoy life in an overwhelming manner day in and day out. This world is also suffused with many amenities and facilities and we all live in the comfort zones of this world. This world also can be termed as a paradise because of the comfort level, people come across this world. But the rosy picture of this world is countered by a reality check regarding the real status of this world in relation to values, ideologies and other concepts. Today the world witnesses a situation wherein peace is destroyed, war is taken to the forefront, the conflicts are resolved through yet another conflict and life is put through the quagmire of the highest magnitude. Today we are also engaged in clandestine wars to set scores. Our society is divided into thousands upon thousands of divisions where different stakeholders clash with malicious intentions. Today our society is also immersed in bigoted belief systems, discriminations and inconsistencies. Fundamentalistic ideologies do dot our landscape in an enormous way. Today the world is ripped apart by social, political, religious, economic, moral, ethical and environmental ambiguities. The cultured nature of human society is gone with the winds once and forever. The different modes of terrorism weigh down upon the humanity in different ways which can only give our society a billion cuts. The treatment that we accord to our old parents is horrendous and appalling, they are often locked up in the open prisons of their old age homes, they are not given the dues they richly deserve in their lives. These old people always encounter isolation and alienation in the society due to their ages. To make matters worse, we are even ready to forgo the perpetuation of the next generation, we don't yearn for the next generation solely because we want to protect our comfort level intact, yes by doing such a thing, we place an axe at our own roots. We live like machines in this world, our life is always primed by the virtual realities here on this earth. We also condone injustices and inequalities in this world through our silent capitulation to such trends and tendencies taking place in the society. In order to enjoy life here on earth, we should have a mindset of positive attitude and open mentality, but unfortunately, many of us don't have such quality oriented hearts. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent and forthright nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 9th July 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY This world so beautiful to live in with all the comforts luxuries and amenities life seems so fascinating nothing short of a paradise But where is happiness, peace that throbbing heart loving eyes and silent tranquil mind be it in a war or proxy war and its aftermath be it in our devastated social life be it in the fanaticism of religious zealots be it in a world divided on racial linguistic and parochial loyalties be it in the uncivilised and the barbarian attitude of civilized man be it in terrorism or in our sick mind and raped conscience it is humanity that silently suffers Where is the face of humanity with the relationship at the lowest ebb old parents struggling for their death in asylums, old age homes in their deserted lonely confinement with no near one to look after , Too much of obsession with career so-called better life and the lure of comforts made us inhuman to the extent, we hesitate to recognise our own blood and one will think thrice before begetting a child of his own We are more evident in our spineless attitude towards injustice and the way we look at these we are more like machines devoid of all that is finer having no time for other love and reciprocation Where is life and its beauty to conceive it one has to have a heart that truly beats sadly many of us do not have it copyright@smrutiranjan 28.5.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem "SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43" by non-other than the eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literally critic Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil.  
Thanks and gratitude sir for your brilliant interpretation of the poem

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Something I Look At-43" is a poem that narrates about a world which is in the whirlpool of tensions, worries and concerns from one end to the next. The poem commences with an optimistic note wherein this world is described as a world of pure joy and happiness, the human beings in this world enjoy life in an overwhelming manner day in and day out. This world is also suffused with many amenities and facilities and we all live in the comfort zones of this world. This world also can be termed as a paradise because of the comfort level, people come across this world. But the rosy picture of this world is countered by a reality check regarding the real status of this world in relation to values, ideologies and other concepts. Today the world witnesses a situation wherein peace is destroyed, war is taken to the forefront, the conflicts are resolved through yet another conflict and life is put through the quagmire of the highest magnitude. Today we are also engaged in clandestine wars to set scores. Our society is divided into thousands upon thousands of divisions where different stakeholders clash with malicious intentions. Today our society is also immersed in bigoted belief systems, discriminations and inconsistencies. Fundamentalistic ideologies do dot our landscape in an enormous way. Today the world is ripped apart by social, political, religious, economic, moral, ethical and environmental ambiguities. The cultured nature of human society is gone with the winds once and forever. The different modes of terrorism weigh down upon the humanity in different ways which can only give our society a billion cuts. The treatment that we accord to our old parents is horrendous and appalling, they are often locked up in the open prisons of their old age homes, they are not given the dues they richly deserve in their lives. These old people always encounter isolation and alienation in the society due to their ages. To make matters worse, we are even ready to forgo the perpetuation of the next generation, we don't yearn for the next generation solely because we want to protect our comfort level intact, yes by doing such a thing, we place an axe at our own roots. We live like machines in this world, our life is always primed by the virtual realities here on this earth. We also condone injustices and inequalities in this world through our silent capitulation to such trends and tendencies taking place in the society. In order to enjoy life here on earth, we should have a mindset of positive attitude and open mentality, but unfortunately, many of us don't have such quality oriented hearts. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent and forthright nature. 

Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 9th July 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

This world
so beautiful to live in
with all the comforts
luxuries and amenities
life seems so fascinating
nothing short of a paradise 

But where is happiness, peace 
that throbbing heart
loving eyes and silent tranquil mind
be it in a war or proxy war
and its aftermath
be it in our devastated social life
be it in the fanaticism of religious zealots
be it in a world divided on racial
linguistic and parochial loyalties
be it in the uncivilised and
the barbarian attitude of civilized man
be it in terrorism or in our sick mind
and raped conscience
it is humanity that silently suffers

Where is the face of humanity with
the relationship at the  lowest ebb
old parents struggling for their death
in asylums, old age homes
in their deserted lonely confinement
with no near one to look after
,
Too much of obsession with career
so-called better life
and the lure of comforts made us inhuman
to the extent, we hesitate to
recognise our own blood
and one will think thrice
before begetting a child of his own

We are more evident 
in our spineless attitude towards injustice
and the way we look at these
we are more like machines
devoid of all that is finer
having no time for other
love and reciprocation

Where is life and its beauty
to conceive it
one has to have a heart
that truly beats 
sadly many of us do not have it

copyright@smrutiranjan 28.5.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem "SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43" by non-other than the eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literally critic Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil.
Thanks and gratitude sir for your brilliant interpretation of the poem

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Something I Look At-43" is a poem that narrates about a world which is in the whirlpool of tensions, worries and concerns from one end to the next. The poem commences with an optimistic note wherein this world is described as a world of pure joy and happiness, the human beings in this world enjoy life in an overwhelming manner day in and day out. This world is also suffused with many amenities and facilities and we all live in the comfort zones of this world. This world also can be termed as a paradise because of the comfort level, people come across this world. But the rosy picture of this world is countered by a reality check regarding the real status of this world in relation to values, ideologies and other concepts. Today the world witnesses a situation wherein peace is destroyed, war is taken to the forefront, the conflicts are resolved through yet another conflict and life is put through the quagmire of the highest magnitude. Today we are also engaged in clandestine wars to set scores. Our society is divided into thousands upon thousands of divisions where different stakeholders clash with malicious intentions. Today our society is also immersed in bigoted belief systems, discriminations and inconsistencies. Fundamentalistic ideologies do dot our landscape in an enormous way. Today the world is ripped apart by social, political, religious, economic, moral, ethical and environmental ambiguities. The cultured nature of human society is gone with the winds once and forever. The different modes of terrorism weigh down upon the humanity in different ways which can only give our society a billion cuts. The treatment that we accord to our old parents is horrendous and appalling, they are often locked up in the open prisons of their old age homes, they are not given the dues they richly deserve in their lives. These old people always encounter isolation and alienation in the society due to their ages. To make matters worse, we are even ready to forgo the perpetuation of the next generation, we don't yearn for the next generation solely because we want to protect our comfort level intact, yes by doing such a thing, we place an axe at our own roots. We live like machines in this world, our life is always primed by the virtual realities here on this earth. We also condone injustices and inequalities in this world through our silent capitulation to such trends and tendencies taking place in the society. In order to enjoy life here on earth, we should have a mindset of positive attitude and open mentality, but unfortunately, many of us don't have such quality oriented hearts. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent and forthright nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 9th July 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

This world
so beautiful to live in
with all the comforts
luxuries and amenities
life seems so fascinating
nothing short of a paradise

But where is happiness, peace
that throbbing heart
loving eyes and silent tranquil mind
be it in a war or proxy war
and its aftermath
be it in our devastated social life
be it in the fanaticism of religious zealots
be it in a world divided on racial
linguistic and parochial loyalties
be it in the uncivilised and
the barbarian attitude of civilized man
be it in terrorism or in our sick mind
and raped conscience
it is humanity that silently suffers

Where is the face of humanity with
the relationship at the lowest ebb
old parents struggling for their death
in asylums, old age homes
in their deserted lonely confinement
with no near one to look after
,
Too much of obsession with career
so-called better life
and the lure of comforts made us inhuman
to the extent, we hesitate to
recognise our own blood
and one will think thrice
before begetting a child of his own

We are more evident
in our spineless attitude towards injustice
and the way we look at these
we are more like machines
devoid of all that is finer
having no time for other
love and reciprocation

Where is life and its beauty
to conceive it
one has to have a heart
that truly beats
sadly many of us do not have it

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"Beard is love, But It's not greater than the love He has for her. #ekcutelovestory"

Beard is love, 

But

It's not greater than the love

He has for her. 


#ekcutelovestory

Date: August 11, 2019

Venue: Room No. 617, Mohali, Punjab

Time: After we were 2 bottles down.

“Who do you love more, me or your beard?” Mansi asked Manav while playing with his beard.

“Ofcourse! My beard.” Manav laughed while taking out the cigarette lighter and lighting his cigarette.

“Really?” Mansi took the lighter from Manav’s hand and started lighting it near his beard as a prank.

But little did she know that what she started as a prank will soon turn serious and she will accidentally light Manav’s beard on fire.

For a moment, everyone in the room bursted into laughter, except Manav. He was clearly pissed.

Why wouldn’t he?

Imagine you grow your beard for months, and then suddenly someone lights it on fire. How would you feel?

The next moment!

Manav took the lighter from Mansi’s hand, smashed it on the wall, stormed out of the room.

Mansi followed him, but he had locked himself inside the bath.

She kept banging the door but there was no reply.

Dejected and thinking she had hurt him, Mansi came back to the room. Her face clearly showed disappointment and her eyes showed tears.

5 minutes later

Manav opened the door and came inside.

But something was missing…

His long beard. We couldn’t believe that he had finally trimmed down his beard.

The irony was that he hadn’t done so even after his friends were teasing him for months, and calling him bangali.

+++++++++

Before we could say anything, Manav went near Mansi and asked:

“Kaisa lag rha hoon?”

Seeing his trimmed beard, Mansi couldn’t hold her surprise and said:

“Manav, you trimmed your beard?”

Manav: I did 🙂

Mansi: But you loved it. 😮

Manav: I loved it. But ab tune jala toh di . 😕

Mansi: I am so sorry. 😞

Manav: It’s ok. But promise kr ki tere hath mein dobara lighter kabhi nhi aayega. 🙂

Mansi: Pinky Promise… 😊

Manav: Chalo is baat p dance karte hain. Yr vo “Senorita” wala gaana play karo. ☺☺☺

The next moment Manav held Mansi’s hand and led her to the dance floor.

And while dancing together, holding each other in arms and looking into each other’s eyes — they both are looking really cute.

The only thing we can wish at this moment is that they always remain happy and blessed like this.

At least, room no. 617 proves lucky to someone in love.

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"Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017. Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in... " look at me, am I not your whole world ? am I not your dream, present,past and future ? When I am here ,why are you so sad ? The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write. A LOOK AT LIFE-43 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY No present to live for, no future to look forward to I was unfolding the pages of life to feel the beautiful moments I lived to know the person I was which is so alien right now. That dilapidated building, my wife's dream, built on my sweat and blood still stands there. The delicately furnished interiors with lots of dirt and filth now laugh at me telling me how wrong and futile I was in dreaming a future that never came by. The broken walls of the house, persian carpets hanging on it with coats of dusts remind me how elegant once they were, how passionately they were decorated like a bride to welcome my son and his newly wed. How beautiful and fulfilling life was the crumbling relics of which now we have, the costly toys and beautiful gadgets lovingly procured for our grand children lying dead in a corner, like us they need someone's touch to come alive again. Recapitulating those glorious days and fascinating moments completely lost I was. Alll of a sudden I felt someone touching my shoulder. She was non else but my wife with a cup of tea passionately looking at me, telling me with a loving smile, 'look at me, am I not your whole world? am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad' copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017"

Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. 

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017.

Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete

The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in...

" look at me, am I not your whole world ? 
am I not your dream, present,past and future  ?
When I am here ,why are you so sad  ?

The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears. 
Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness. 
These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society. 

Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event. 
I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write.

A LOOK AT LIFE-43
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

No present to live for,
no future to look forward to
I was unfolding the pages of life
to feel the beautiful moments I lived
to know the person I was
which is so alien right now.

That dilapidated building,
my wife's dream,
built on my sweat and blood
still stands there.
The delicately furnished interiors
with lots of dirt and filth now
laugh at me
telling me how wrong and futile I was
in dreaming a future 
that never came by.

The broken walls of the house,
persian carpets hanging on it
with coats of dusts remind me
how elegant once they were,
how passionately they were decorated
like a bride to welcome my son
and his newly wed.

How beautiful and fulfilling life was
the crumbling relics of which now we have,
the costly toys and beautiful gadgets
lovingly procured for our grand children
lying dead in a corner,
like us they need someone's touch
to come alive again.

Recapitulating those glorious days
and fascinating moments
completely lost I was.
Alll of a sudden
I felt someone touching my shoulder.
She was non else but
my wife with a cup of tea
passionately looking at me,
telling me with a loving smile,
'look at me, am I not your whole world?
am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad'

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017

#Thanks and gratitude Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literay critic for your fabulous analysis of my poem 'A LOOK AT LIFE -43'.Infact your brilliant interpretation of the poem made it look more beautiful and complete

Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"A Look At Life -43"is a poem that sheds light on the alienation and isolation experienced by old parents in the evening of their life due to them being abandoned by their grown up children,this is a horrendous prospect,many old parents today stare at day in and day out in our society of changing value system and a total lack of concern for the geriatric population.Here in the poem,the old parents have nothing to count upon because their hopes and expectations with respect to their children looking after them in their old age are misplaced and belied to a large extent.The parents bring up children thinking and hoping that these children will be of help to them in the final stage of their life,that is now discounted completely.The parents earn everything for the sake of the children,but at the end,the children are ungrateful to their parents.The reasons behind the old parents getting stifled in their home environment at old age can be attributed to two flaws of upbringing of their children by them(a)the children are burdened with the task of fulfilling the aspirations of their parents instead of them being asked to chase their dreams in life and(b)often children are told to concentrate upon the process of making money instead giving them advices by their parents regarding the pursuance of the principles such as truth,love,brotherhood,tolerance and compassion in their lives.Such crazy pursuit of money creates an atmosphere of use and throw culture leading to this objectionable state of affairs in the life of the old parents.At the end of the day,the old parents have each other for company,here in the poem the husband/wife combination reconciles to their situation or fate with total resignation and finds solace in each others arms.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil,The Head of the English Department Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 16th September 2017.

Thanks and gratitude to my adorable friend and eminent poet Tulsi Shrestha for his wonderful analysis and words of appreciation which made the poem complete

The most beautiful lines of your creation where soul of spirt embodied there in...

" look at me, am I not your whole world ?
am I not your dream, present,past and future ?
When I am here ,why are you so sad ?

The empathetic expression really moved me and my cheeks stained with tears.
Most of old aged parents have been facing such a painful situation and their grown up sons never try to listen scream of their grief and loneliness.
These lines do reflect and echo bitter reality of modern society.

Salute for your creativity and articulation skill to ensure emotional sensitivity in each word and event.
I adore you my dear friend for your unique exceptional write.

A LOOK AT LIFE-43
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

No present to live for,
no future to look forward to
I was unfolding the pages of life
to feel the beautiful moments I lived
to know the person I was
which is so alien right now.

That dilapidated building,
my wife's dream,
built on my sweat and blood
still stands there.
The delicately furnished interiors
with lots of dirt and filth now
laugh at me
telling me how wrong and futile I was
in dreaming a future
that never came by.

The broken walls of the house,
persian carpets hanging on it
with coats of dusts remind me
how elegant once they were,
how passionately they were decorated
like a bride to welcome my son
and his newly wed.

How beautiful and fulfilling life was
the crumbling relics of which now we have,
the costly toys and beautiful gadgets
lovingly procured for our grand children
lying dead in a corner,
like us they need someone's touch
to come alive again.

Recapitulating those glorious days
and fascinating moments
completely lost I was.
Alll of a sudden
I felt someone touching my shoulder.
She was non else but
my wife with a cup of tea
passionately looking at me,
telling me with a loving smile,
'look at me, am I not your whole world?
am I not your dream, present, past and future? when I am here, why are you so sad'

copyright@smrutiranjan 15.9.2017

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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers him/her with much pain,tends him/her with much consideration and care,takes him/her around to show the moon in the sky and teaches him/her to reach out to scale the difficult and torturous terrines in life.It is imperative that a woman of such magnanimous nature should not be banished and taken to the wire,instead she must be nurtured and taken care of under any trying situation.She is an embodiment of what the child is,the denial of her existence is a denial of life itself in all its various dimensions and strands.Till the last moment,the poem is kept in a state of suspense with respect to its theme,but at the end,the suspense is removed and the clear idea is ushered in slowly but resolutely,this poem is all about a comparison between a mother and poetry,the skill of poetry writing is equated with motherly affection and that skill must not be destroyed by anyone on account of many factors influencing life,instead this ability must be honed and brought up steadily in one's life,so that this authentic skill can furnish us with everything and anything in the course of time.Let us all embrace the poetic faculty which does have the motherly affectionate side to it all the way.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 10th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Never is the woman a burden who carried you all along never can she be a burden who put you on her shoulder to show you the skyline never she is a liability who lived her whole life for you and inculcated in you the drive to look at the moon Don't kill her when she is still alive If you torn her heart into pieces each piece will have your name inscribed if you bring tears in her eyes each drop will reflect you and tell different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other It is she incarnate in you peep into her heart it is you who reign there don't break it you will only break yourself don't put fire in that beautiful garden you will only burn yourself look at her eyes which only see you listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you Look at her the poetry of love and dedication only needs a bit of it to carry her a little further don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you for ever make her life cup full you will get the ocean in return copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers him/her with much pain,tends him/her with much consideration and care,takes him/her around to show the moon in the sky and teaches him/her to reach out to scale the difficult and torturous terrines in life.It is imperative that a woman of such magnanimous nature should not be banished and taken to the wire,instead she must be nurtured and taken care of under any trying situation.She is an embodiment of what the child is,the denial of her existence is a denial of life itself in all its various dimensions and strands.Till the last moment,the poem is kept in a state of suspense with respect to its theme,but at the end,the suspense is removed and the clear idea is ushered in slowly but resolutely,this poem is all about a comparison between a mother and poetry,the skill of poetry writing is equated with motherly affection and that skill must not be destroyed by anyone on account of many factors influencing life,instead this ability must be honed and brought up steadily in one's life,so that this authentic skill can furnish us with everything and anything in the course of time.Let us all embrace the poetic faculty which does have the motherly affectionate side to it all the way.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 10th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Never is the woman a burden 
who carried you all along 
never can she be a burden who put
you on her shoulder to show you the skyline
never she is a liability who lived her whole
life for you and inculcated in you 
the drive to look at the moon

Don't kill her when she is still alive
If you torn her  heart into pieces
each piece will have your name inscribed
if you bring  tears in her eyes
each drop will reflect you and tell
different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other

It is she incarnate in you
peep into her heart
it is you who reign there
don't  break it
you will only break yourself
don't put fire in that beautiful garden
you will only burn yourself
look at her eyes which only see you
listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you

Look at her 
the poetry of love and dedication
only needs a bit of it
to carry her a little further
don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you  for ever
make her life cup full
you will get the ocean in return

copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54 by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-54"is an ample tribute to women and the yeoman services they render to humanity in multiple ways,a woman comes to the life of a child as a mother,she bears a child for ten months,delivers him/her with much pain,tends him/her with much consideration and care,takes him/her around to show the moon in the sky and teaches him/her to reach out to scale the difficult and torturous terrines in life.It is imperative that a woman of such magnanimous nature should not be banished and taken to the wire,instead she must be nurtured and taken care of under any trying situation.She is an embodiment of what the child is,the denial of her existence is a denial of life itself in all its various dimensions and strands.Till the last moment,the poem is kept in a state of suspense with respect to its theme,but at the end,the suspense is removed and the clear idea is ushered in slowly but resolutely,this poem is all about a comparison between a mother and poetry,the skill of poetry writing is equated with motherly affection and that skill must not be destroyed by anyone on account of many factors influencing life,instead this ability must be honed and brought up steadily in one's life,so that this authentic skill can furnish us with everything and anything in the course of time.Let us all embrace the poetic faculty which does have the motherly affectionate side to it all the way.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 10th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-54
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Never is the woman a burden
who carried you all along
never can she be a burden who put
you on her shoulder to show you the skyline
never she is a liability who lived her whole
life for you and inculcated in you
the drive to look at the moon

Don't kill her when she is still alive
If you torn her heart into pieces
each piece will have your name inscribed
if you bring tears in her eyes
each drop will reflect you and tell
different stories, each more vivid and poignant than the other

It is she incarnate in you
peep into her heart
it is you who reign there
don't break it
you will only break yourself
don't put fire in that beautiful garden
you will only burn yourself
look at her eyes which only see you
listen to her heart that only beats for you, she is flowing in your every artery and vein, her whole being is you

Look at her
the poetry of love and dedication
only needs a bit of it
to carry her a little further
don't think she is a burden, she is your first and last line of defence, always with you for ever
make her life cup full
you will get the ocean in return

copyright@smrutiranjan 7.9.2017

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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem "SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43" by non-other than the eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literally critic Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil. Thanks and gratitude sir for your brilliant interpretation of the poem Dear Smruti Ranjaniji, Something I Look At-43" is a poem that narrates about a world which is in the whirlpool of tensions, worries and concerns from one end to the next. The poem commences with an optimistic note wherein this world is described as a world of pure joy and happiness, the human beings in this world enjoy life in an overwhelming manner day in and day out. This world is also suffused with many amenities and facilities and we all live in the comfort zones of this world. This world also can be termed as a paradise because of the comfort level, people come across this world. But the rosy picture of this world is countered by a reality check regarding the real status of this world in relation to values, ideologies and other concepts. Today the world witnesses a situation wherein peace is destroyed, war is taken to the forefront, the conflicts are resolved through yet another conflict and life is put through the quagmire of the highest magnitude. Today we are also engaged in clandestine wars to set scores. Our society is divided into thousands upon thousands of divisions where different stakeholders clash with malicious intentions. Today our society is also immersed in bigoted belief systems, discriminations and inconsistencies. Fundamentalistic ideologies do dot our landscape in an enormous way. Today the world is ripped apart by social, political, religious, economic, moral, ethical and environmental ambiguities. The cultured nature of human society is gone with the winds once and forever. The different modes of terrorism weigh down upon the humanity in different ways which can only give our society a billion cuts. The treatment that we accord to our old parents is horrendous and appalling, they are often locked up in the open prisons of their old age homes, they are not given the dues they richly deserve in their lives. These old people always encounter isolation and alienation in the society due to their ages. To make matters worse, we are even ready to forgo the perpetuation of the next generation, we don't yearn for the next generation solely because we want to protect our comfort level intact, yes by doing such a thing, we place an axe at our own roots. We live like machines in this world, our life is always primed by the virtual realities here on this earth. We also condone injustices and inequalities in this world through our silent capitulation to such trends and tendencies taking place in the society. In order to enjoy life here on earth, we should have a mindset of positive attitude and open mentality, but unfortunately, many of us don't have such quality oriented hearts. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent and forthright nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 9th July 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY This world so beautiful to live in with all the comforts luxuries and amenities life seems so fascinating nothing short of a paradise But where is happiness, peace that throbbing heart loving eyes and silent tranquil mind be it in a war or proxy war and its aftermath be it in our devastated social life be it in the fanaticism of religious zealots be it in a world divided on racial linguistic and parochial loyalties be it in the uncivilised and the barbarian attitude of civilized man be it in terrorism or in our sick mind and raped conscience it is humanity that silently suffers Where is the face of humanity with the relationship at the lowest ebb old parents struggling for their death in asylums, old age homes in their deserted lonely confinement with no near one to look after , Too much of obsession with career so-called better life and the lure of comforts made us inhuman to the extent, we hesitate to recognise our own blood and one will think thrice before begetting a child of his own We are more evident in our spineless attitude towards injustice and the way we look at these we are more like machines devoid of all that is finer having no time for other love and reciprocation Where is life and its beauty to conceive it one has to have a heart that truly beats sadly many of us do not have it copyright@smrutiranjan 28.5.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem "SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43" by non-other than the eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literally critic Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil.  
Thanks and gratitude sir for your brilliant interpretation of the poem

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Something I Look At-43" is a poem that narrates about a world which is in the whirlpool of tensions, worries and concerns from one end to the next. The poem commences with an optimistic note wherein this world is described as a world of pure joy and happiness, the human beings in this world enjoy life in an overwhelming manner day in and day out. This world is also suffused with many amenities and facilities and we all live in the comfort zones of this world. This world also can be termed as a paradise because of the comfort level, people come across this world. But the rosy picture of this world is countered by a reality check regarding the real status of this world in relation to values, ideologies and other concepts. Today the world witnesses a situation wherein peace is destroyed, war is taken to the forefront, the conflicts are resolved through yet another conflict and life is put through the quagmire of the highest magnitude. Today we are also engaged in clandestine wars to set scores. Our society is divided into thousands upon thousands of divisions where different stakeholders clash with malicious intentions. Today our society is also immersed in bigoted belief systems, discriminations and inconsistencies. Fundamentalistic ideologies do dot our landscape in an enormous way. Today the world is ripped apart by social, political, religious, economic, moral, ethical and environmental ambiguities. The cultured nature of human society is gone with the winds once and forever. The different modes of terrorism weigh down upon the humanity in different ways which can only give our society a billion cuts. The treatment that we accord to our old parents is horrendous and appalling, they are often locked up in the open prisons of their old age homes, they are not given the dues they richly deserve in their lives. These old people always encounter isolation and alienation in the society due to their ages. To make matters worse, we are even ready to forgo the perpetuation of the next generation, we don't yearn for the next generation solely because we want to protect our comfort level intact, yes by doing such a thing, we place an axe at our own roots. We live like machines in this world, our life is always primed by the virtual realities here on this earth. We also condone injustices and inequalities in this world through our silent capitulation to such trends and tendencies taking place in the society. In order to enjoy life here on earth, we should have a mindset of positive attitude and open mentality, but unfortunately, many of us don't have such quality oriented hearts. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent and forthright nature. 

Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 9th July 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

This world
so beautiful to live in
with all the comforts
luxuries and amenities
life seems so fascinating
nothing short of a paradise 

But where is happiness, peace 
that throbbing heart
loving eyes and silent tranquil mind
be it in a war or proxy war
and its aftermath
be it in our devastated social life
be it in the fanaticism of religious zealots
be it in a world divided on racial
linguistic and parochial loyalties
be it in the uncivilised and
the barbarian attitude of civilized man
be it in terrorism or in our sick mind
and raped conscience
it is humanity that silently suffers

Where is the face of humanity with
the relationship at the  lowest ebb
old parents struggling for their death
in asylums, old age homes
in their deserted lonely confinement
with no near one to look after
,
Too much of obsession with career
so-called better life
and the lure of comforts made us inhuman
to the extent, we hesitate to
recognise our own blood
and one will think thrice
before begetting a child of his own

We are more evident 
in our spineless attitude towards injustice
and the way we look at these
we are more like machines
devoid of all that is finer
having no time for other
love and reciprocation

Where is life and its beauty
to conceive it
one has to have a heart
that truly beats 
sadly many of us do not have it

copyright@smrutiranjan 28.5.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem "SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43" by non-other than the eminent poet and internationally acclaimed literally critic Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil.
Thanks and gratitude sir for your brilliant interpretation of the poem

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji,

Something I Look At-43" is a poem that narrates about a world which is in the whirlpool of tensions, worries and concerns from one end to the next. The poem commences with an optimistic note wherein this world is described as a world of pure joy and happiness, the human beings in this world enjoy life in an overwhelming manner day in and day out. This world is also suffused with many amenities and facilities and we all live in the comfort zones of this world. This world also can be termed as a paradise because of the comfort level, people come across this world. But the rosy picture of this world is countered by a reality check regarding the real status of this world in relation to values, ideologies and other concepts. Today the world witnesses a situation wherein peace is destroyed, war is taken to the forefront, the conflicts are resolved through yet another conflict and life is put through the quagmire of the highest magnitude. Today we are also engaged in clandestine wars to set scores. Our society is divided into thousands upon thousands of divisions where different stakeholders clash with malicious intentions. Today our society is also immersed in bigoted belief systems, discriminations and inconsistencies. Fundamentalistic ideologies do dot our landscape in an enormous way. Today the world is ripped apart by social, political, religious, economic, moral, ethical and environmental ambiguities. The cultured nature of human society is gone with the winds once and forever. The different modes of terrorism weigh down upon the humanity in different ways which can only give our society a billion cuts. The treatment that we accord to our old parents is horrendous and appalling, they are often locked up in the open prisons of their old age homes, they are not given the dues they richly deserve in their lives. These old people always encounter isolation and alienation in the society due to their ages. To make matters worse, we are even ready to forgo the perpetuation of the next generation, we don't yearn for the next generation solely because we want to protect our comfort level intact, yes by doing such a thing, we place an axe at our own roots. We live like machines in this world, our life is always primed by the virtual realities here on this earth. We also condone injustices and inequalities in this world through our silent capitulation to such trends and tendencies taking place in the society. In order to enjoy life here on earth, we should have a mindset of positive attitude and open mentality, but unfortunately, many of us don't have such quality oriented hearts. Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent and forthright nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Channel Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 9th July 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-43
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

This world
so beautiful to live in
with all the comforts
luxuries and amenities
life seems so fascinating
nothing short of a paradise

But where is happiness, peace
that throbbing heart
loving eyes and silent tranquil mind
be it in a war or proxy war
and its aftermath
be it in our devastated social life
be it in the fanaticism of religious zealots
be it in a world divided on racial
linguistic and parochial loyalties
be it in the uncivilised and
the barbarian attitude of civilized man
be it in terrorism or in our sick mind
and raped conscience
it is humanity that silently suffers

Where is the face of humanity with
the relationship at the lowest ebb
old parents struggling for their death
in asylums, old age homes
in their deserted lonely confinement
with no near one to look after
,
Too much of obsession with career
so-called better life
and the lure of comforts made us inhuman
to the extent, we hesitate to
recognise our own blood
and one will think thrice
before begetting a child of his own

We are more evident
in our spineless attitude towards injustice
and the way we look at these
we are more like machines
devoid of all that is finer
having no time for other
love and reciprocation

Where is life and its beauty
to conceive it
one has to have a heart
that truly beats
sadly many of us do not have it

copyright@smrutiranjan 28.5.2017

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