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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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