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    Sunset - Devjyoti Patnaik 20 A walk in the Rain Debashis Baral....21 Poem

    Into The Unknown Jillam Parida ..23 The Story Of A Poem Asheesh Maharana ....23 Solitude Ramesh ChandraSahoo ...24

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    Sunset!!! My journey till now

    Devjyoti Patnaik

    Sunset on a river bank, light music, and a sense of loneliness - that is how a

    blissful life was defined. Walking through

    the woods alone with no feelings or

    limited thoughts was just as awesome a

    feeling as cooking my favorite crispy fish

    fry. Life treading along at this leisurely

    pace, a bit of laziness, a few moments of

    craziness too with few good buddies. This

    is life..!!!

    That was before the time when that

    tinkling laughter kept ringing in my ears,

    those naughty eyes pierced my heart, that

    cute face invaded my dreams, the sweet

    voice that took me to heaven Came the moment when every unrealized heart

    wishes that time stands still with the

    tormentor of the heart in arms in a

    romantic hug She came into my life as a breeze of fresh air. I felt a different life

    with her around.

    Her entering to my life was

    something I never dreamt of, it was

    something different she was something more than every girl that I had known in

    my entire life. What was so special about

    her? Damn she was the only one who

    could capture my heart, a wild tiger that

    could not be tamed ever before. The dream

    continued with me alone till one day I just

    tried to sneak into her heart a weak forceful entry which she just blocked; like

    Federer returning a Roddick serve. She

    turned her face from me, didnt talk and made me suffer the loneliness, one that I

    loved to have before I knew her. The

    torture made me feel hell on earth, thats what I had thought hell would be like. The

    pain just kept mounting every passing

    moment Until one day she decided, Ive been punished enough for thinking to steal

    her heart, for having some feelings for her.

    The pain eased a bit but the anxiousness &

    excitement in my heart, being able to just

    talk to her was anything but describable

    but as it happens, Dil to bachha hai ji (Heart is a small child). I could stop

    myself getting deeper in love with each

    day. To my credit I took a different

    approach after the first debacle of

    proposing her. She too had developed

    something in her heart for me (although

    she hadnt confessed), but I could feel it, see it in her eyes. We talked to each other

    for practically the whole day and being

    made to feel so special, few sparks were

    sure to fly and thats what happened. I held myself back this time though &

    teased her heart. Like everything else,

    when you make something more difficult

    to get the heart craves for it even more.

    One fine starry night she played a trick

    shot which made me just that extra

    determined to finally hit the winning goal.

    I proposed her and her answer just stopped

    the passing time for me, even though I

    knew what would her be.

    Life continued as a beautiful

    dream, now walking through the woods

    holding her hands, sunset along the river

    bank lying on the grass with her head on

    my shoulders, stolen kisses away from

    other peoples eyes. Sometimes there were those times when the beautiful journey had

    a few bumps along the road but still we

    went along smoothly. Everything was just

    so beautiful. I couldnt have asked for anything more.

    But as it so happens, every

    beautiful dream is meant to end at some

    point in time. Some last long & some

    others have a short lifespan. I tried to walk

    alone but the fog was just so thick I could

    barely see where the road was leading me

    to. I felt as if there was no meaning of this

    life, my total existence was worthless. But

    as they say when a door closes another

    window is made to open. I felt the hands

    that never ceased to hold me, the jewels

    that are worth a million lives putting

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    together my MOM & DAD. For them I

    had to struggle ahead, beat back my

    demons and win the battle. I did exactly

    that and in style. Never showed them I was

    in pain, never again did I have tears in my

    eyes. I love her, even to this day, walking

    alone in the woods again, trying to feel her

    hands in mine, lying on the river bank at

    sunset and trying to just feel her presence.

    All I get is that once awesome feeling of

    loneliness which nearly kills me from

    within every day.

    Then I look around and realize one

    unchanging truth. The sunset is still there,

    the river still flows, and the sound within

    the woods still reverberates within. Life

    never stops, even if you may stop yourself.

    My long journey had just started and I

    cannot stop. I have been walking alone

    ever since but a look at my back I find

    people that were always there, my family,

    my best friends and myself The journey is far from over yet. Its just the beginning!!!!!!!

    A walk in the rain

    Debashis Baral

    She used to complain about rain, each time

    it drizzled or even if there was a downpour

    & inured to tell me, love I am pissed

    off....!

    This rain plays such a spoil sport derailing all of my plans. I tend to

    handover the towel as she reluctantly pulls

    it off from my hands to brush her wet hair

    that had been plastered on her face. It's

    such a lovely sight..! I would like to spend

    all my fortune to watch it again and again.

    I used to stand still and admire those

    moments as she would walk around the

    house with water dripping from her wet

    clothes, and complaining against the rain.

    All of a sudden she stopped, turned around

    & asked me; how could you love rain so

    much..? I answered her back with a smile,

    with my eyes pointing at my diary and the

    fountain pen lying peacefully on my study

    table., "AT TIMES YOU LOVE TO LIVE

    WITH MEMORIES.......

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    AT TIMES YOU LIVE TO CREATE

    SOME LOVELY MEMORIES".. She got enraged & told me "Yeah I know;

    now you would start narrating those

    boyhood days of your college life when

    you used to cycle down those lonely roads

    along with your friend splashing off the

    puddle liquid that filled the potholes to

    have a strong cup of ginger tea & when

    you used to drive along the roads by the

    sea when the beaches were empty due to

    rain & enjoying the roaring waves.

    I used to walk down to her without even

    my sandals creaking the Mahogany floor,

    holding her face in my hand & kissing her

    eyelids & slowly whispering in her ears,

    "Someday I will make you enjoy the rain".

    She used to push me off, saying I will

    never get wet with you to enjoy the bloody

    rain.

    I looked upon my wrist watch. Hands of

    the clock read 5 am in the morning

    although, daylight had tore open the dark

    sky and I was already late by 2 hours to the

    spot where I used to visit daily to pen

    down my letters. For a moment, I

    pondered how this downpour could stop

    the man who once loved rain so much! Without a pinch of hesitation, I ventured

    out putting on my jogging outfit. As I

    walked all alone through the lonely roads

    with the rain beating hard on my face,

    soon I was lost in my memories.

    Once during the monsoon she decided to

    spend her holiday at my place. We used to

    have a lovely time in each other's

    company. It was a weekend; I made a

    special dish of chicken for her, as she

    loved non-veg and specially dishes cooked

    by me. She used to tell me you are a

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    master chef. We had a candle light dinner,

    we talked a lot it seemed time had stood

    still at that moment, and sleep had

    evaporated. It was late when we retired to

    bed. As always I do wake up early,

    perhaps a bad habit of mine as I had made

    it a ritual to give some lonely moment of

    dawn to myself when the world was still

    asleep peacefully. I could hear the rain

    splashing off the window outside. I slowly

    opened the door that lead to the balcony

    and sensed the fresh aroma of the humid

    air that the rain had bought along with her

    in these lovely woods. My promise of

    making her enjoy the rain ringed loud and

    clears in my ears. I realized that, this is the

    moment.

    I rushed down the stairs pulled up the car

    to the gateway opened the door, and

    hurried back to the bedroom, where she

    was fast asleep as peacefully as a new

    born. As I lifted her in my arms she

    wriggled like a baby making lot of lovely

    sounds uttering "Let me sleep baba". As I

    carried her through the hallway, a gush of

    wind swept across her face with few

    strands of her untangled hair covering her

    eyes. She wriggled a bit more getting

    closer, trying to feel the warmth of my

    body to eradicate the shivering sensation.

    Gently I placed her on the front sit and got

    behind the wheels. As we sped off, I tuned

    in the radio to hear some romantic

    melodies. Slowly I lowered the window

    shield beside her, so that a gush of wind

    along with few droplets of rain hit her face

    unexpectedly. She woke up alarmed, but

    didn't care to speak as she was trying to

    come to terms to what her senses was

    revealing the first line that she yelled at the

    top of her voice was, How Romantic! You are so sweet baba.

    As we drove past the lovely beach with the

    waves splashing on the sandy shore, I

    halted the vehicle. She opened the door

    and sped off with her barefoot on those

    wet sands, with her arms wide open. It

    seemed as if she was rushing down to

    embrace the roaring waves. She danced,

    she jumped, she sang, she was simply like

    a caged bird, seemed to be enjoying the

    freedom of open sky after escaping from

    the prison. She chased the receding waves

    & ran away with fear and joy as the waves

    chased her back.

    After few moments she ran back to me and

    hugged me tight and said I love you, indeed you are very special, you made me

    enjoy what I hated the most "The Rain" &

    kissed me on my eyelids. Though

    the rain water was dripping down my face,

    she pushed my face and said why your

    eyes moistened, baba..? I smiled back and

    said I am happy for you. In the silence of

    my mind I realized isn't this love when

    someone could sense your tears even in the

    rain..?

    My taste buds got the tinge of saltiness,

    that bought me back from my world of

    memories, as I could sense that

    irrespective of being completely drenched

    a drop of tear found its way into my

    mouth. The line of my diary echoed in the

    silence of my mind.

    "At times you love to live with

    memories.................."

    I slowly unlocked the door to my house &

    changed into a dry outfit & turned on the

    coffee machine with the coffee beans

    making a churning sound before

    emanating the beautiful aroma in the

    humid air. I poured a mug for me &

    walked up to the window with my eyes

    fixed on the distant horizon, as I sipped in

    the hot brewing liquid.

    My iPod by its brilliance was smart

    enough to pull up something special for

    that beautiful moment., " Dil Ibadat kar raha hai,

    dhadkan meri sun tujhko mein karlon hasil

    lagi hai yehi dhoon Zindagi ke sakh se loo kuch haseen pal

    mein chun

    Jo bhi jitne pal jiye unhe tere sang jiyoon

    Jo bhi kal ho mera use tere sang jiyoon

    Jo bhi sans mein bharoon use tere sang

    mein bharoon..........."

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    Into the Unknown

    Jillam Parida

    The beauty has vanished

    Like smoke into thin air

    Then, we were lost in our dreams

    Now we face the unknown

    Is life over

    Or is it about to begin?

    Is this nightfall

    Or a new dawn??

    Will the future bring comfort

    Or will lead us to a crossroad???

    Who knows what lies ahead..........

    The fragrance of knowledge is bemused

    Like the dewdrops of winter

    Then ,we were lost in the cave of darkness

    Now we face the unknown

    Is life over

    Or is it about to begin?

    Is this illusion

    Or the itinerary of illumination ??

    Will the future bring happiness

    or will make us wretched ???

    Who knows what lies ahead.

    The trust of resilience is still alive

    Like the waiting of thirsty swallow for rain

    water

    Then , we were in deep sleep of

    satisfaction

    Now we face the unknown

    Is life over

    Or is it about to begin?

    Is life over in black hole

    Or it is the gravity of a new world??

    Will the future be secure

    Or life will be smashed ???

    We still march on .

    Coz who knows what lies ahead

    The Story of a Poem

    Asheesh Maharana

    I could see the paper snoring

    And my poem beginning to yawn; As I thought, thought and thought

    But the start never came on.

    "Essay", i finally broke the silence

    "No way", declared the pen; "Essay", justified my paper

    "Are only for serious men."

    After a long while I asked,

    "How about a joke or two?"

    Giggling at me the paper said

    "Sense of humour, and you?"

    This time I said with conviction

    "A story wont be that bad."; "Oh no!" sighed the paper

    Even the pen wasnt too glad.

    "Lets jot down a poem"

    They looked at me in glee; I had no other option left

    But to write what you can see.

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    SOLITUDE

    Ramesh Chandra Sahoo

    In solitude

    The soul finds solace.

    Reflection of life

    Echoes of unuttered passions; with the exultation of spirit

    Blossoms into crystal clearness.

    Puzzled prejudices

    Agony of inexplicable episodes; with the visionary analysation

    Resolves in the prevailing Silence.

    Soul is an eternal entity

    Immortal ,infinite ,incessant;

    Life is Prisoner Of Time, The corporal frame mingles with dust

    When the Death assimilates.

    No longer sings the nightingale

    The fragrance fades; Cries with crisis

    Identity of nothingness.

    Is Life an ephemeral fantasy or

    A transient phenomenon ; Where is the beginning

    What is the destination???

    In solitude

    The soul senses the essence.

    In solitude

    The soul finds solace !

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    Sanghamitra Maharana

    Marndi Kishan Kudi

    Tapaswini Bhuyan Nayak...

    Madhusmita Patel

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    Tridiba Nath Behera

    Sarada Senapati

    Shantilata Sahoo

    Madhurita Sahu, STD 10

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    Abhiksha Abhinandini, STD -I

    sai international bhubaneshwar Abhilash Padhi

    Aliva bohidar Jyotsna Sahu

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    Impossible is a word only found in the dictionary of those who give up . OFB is proud of three star members for being felicitated for their achievements in their

    respective work domains. We congratulate Amar Barik for receiving the

    Consultant Of the Year award in 2014 , Sarada Senapati for being rewarded

    as Star Employee for the Month (September 2014) and Ramesh Sahoo for

    receiving the ACE Numero Uno Award in 2014.

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    Many OFB members have witnessed

    arrival of a new member into their

    life and family in 2014.

    Cupid smiled upon you when people

    become a couple.

    We congratulate Tanaya kumar

    mohanty for becoming uncle of such a

    cute angle

    Congratulations Sushant Binekar

    with this wonderful commitment to

    each other. May your love grow

    each day as your wedding approaches,

    and may you live a lifetime together in

    happiness and joy!

    The best part of having a second child

    is that no one will try to give you

    parenting advice because they know

    you have already done this before. We

    congratulate Puja Mishra for being

    parents yet again of this cute bundle of

    joy.

    Our heartfelt wishes to Girish Kumar.

    May your wedding be the beginning of

    a lifetime filled with love and

    happiness

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    The heavens smiled upon you when

    you got married. Angels blessed you

    when you became parents for the first

    time. Many congratulations to

    Anushree Dash for becoming new

    parent.

    We congratulate Amar Barik for

    entering into a new phase of life. May

    your married life be filled with

    harmony, peace, joy and love as you

    build your new life together..

    The new born angel shall bring in

    loads of happy and joy.

    Congratulations Sagareek Sahu

    Mohapatraa on the arrival of your

    new baby Niece. God bless your

    family.

    As the wedding bells are ringing and

    Debashree Mohapatra is all set for

    her BIG D Day,we all wish her the

    very best and our heartiest

    congratulations for her upcoming

    marriage.

    A perfect welcome was given to the new year by OFBIANS at the OFB

    ANNUAL MEET held at Ekamra Kanan Bhubaneswar on 4th

    January 2015.

    We are sorry as we might have

    missed few events to share here.

    Our apologies for the same

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