ami gangchil noi
Tai sagorer pare dariechi ,
dheu thele
ote kore jabo ghore I
rajkonyer sathe kakbhore II
sish nei tai chup kore achi ,
din guni ;
ki bhabo
amio dukhobilasi kobi ?
hasale amake I
ki jano ki bhabe bati nebe kon ghore ?
ami jani oi pare sona jhora ache ,
oikhane dub diye sona chopchope surya uthe ase ,
okhane pakhi dake ,
horinera sob jal khete ghate ase ,
raja bose ache singhasane II
Saumya Roy Choudhury
We have a simple goal. To be free. To see what cannot be easily seen.
Our means are also simple. A business in handicrafts exports, photography, travel and adventure.
Our capital is commensurately simple of course- love, courage and persistence.
Our business in handicrafts will export Indian handcrafts, Handlooms and Paintings.
As we travel the photographs shot and the articles written will reach different agencies.
This blog documents the annals of our efforts and a record of the activities of our enterprise – Indian Serenade.
We are a new tune from
dipple, pinkarbis, siddosidd
An epic adventure of a friend of Indian Serenade
Chandrapal “Chandu” Kaman is a Indian born American who has been granted American citizenship last year. A passionate explorer, he has previously completed a marathon across
Now he plans to fly in an ultralight airplane called a trike over the
A team of photographers and TV crew will track the plane from the ground. Coverage of this trip will be telecast in
Read More about TRIKING AROUND AMERICA
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Tango
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And I dance
Winter passes by
And the fog bids goodbye
And it is too clear
And so you are not here anymore
It is too clear mon amour mon amour
And so you are not here anymore
And so I dance
The stars light up the stage
The moon reads a fresh page
One love has passed by
When it becomes too clear they move along
When the fog disappears they just move along
And so I dance to my heart alone.
If you see me dance
You will be scared
Because I am all flared
I am hot with this dryness the last one left me in
But if you can read the flow of the stream
You will see it is strong like a dream
Don’t be scared, I am a harmless dream.
And you can dream me every night
Holding me tight in your sweet sleep
And if the day is strange and uptight
Don’t call me unreal and passing
Because I’ll come every night
In your sweet sleep
And I’ll come always if you’ll only let me come in.
Saumya Roy Choudhury
so much for ideals and principles. I wont give them anymore as much of myself as I had. let them be the Devil's tools of breeding idlessness and tomfoolery