WORDSMITH RANA, A WIELDER OF WORDS, A WRITER WITH A DIFFERENCE

Brilliant, Wordsmith Rana. I read your comment on the Buddha and the relative decline of all that stands for religion today in sharp contrast to what the Tathagata stood for. You should have a blog of your own where your germination will find fruition, or associate with budding stars like Abhishek Kumar Jha for the fulfilment of your precocious powers with the pen. Your understanding of history across millenia is commendable and your developed social conscience adds merit to your musings for they are ever intent on highlighting our lapses and our lacunae as a malfunctioning society, so very vital to our self-assessment and rectification thereof. When I see young enterprising people like you, Wordsmith Rana, Abhishek Kumar Jha and Kanchan Ghosh, our triumvirate in literary triumph, and that exquisite painter, Avisek Banerjee, who is simply an untrained genius with the brush but is conspicuously unconscious of his mighty merit and dabbles with the pen, instead, in his bid for indirect imagery as we mortals, devoid of the power to paint our moods, are reduced to doing in the structural synthesis of words, I wonder why we as a nation do not provide adequate exposure to your phenomenal talents and enrich our human capital thereby. What the nation at large does or does not, we have no control over it. But what we, here, can do to bring to fruition your human possibilities, we will, for sure, do, and this I vouch, in measured terms, right now through the limited scope of this forum of ours where we are fast bonding into a fraternity of familiar ideas and ideals, and I hope all the other members will be amenable to this proposal of mine. Our country is bubbling with enthusiasm and one of the features of youthful entheos is the fire of creativity which needs nourishment and nurturing for its fullest play. You have shown the path, Abhishek Kumar Jha. Now others may take the cue from you, and if none does, should a failed fortune befall us in the springtime of efflorescent youth, I, in the autumn of my literary life, will, nonetheless, follow you to fulfilling the young man's dreams which may not endure anymore a denial of delivery, and in such an exercise shall be the deliverance from the bondage of words and images unto the abiding spirit that animates it all.