This photo had taken at Balmuri, Mandya district near Mysore.(photo-1) 

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                   Natural Language Processing Programme at Sikkim University held on November 2013

             MA, M.Phil students of Sikkim University attending lecture in the NLP programme, 2013

  Students and Lecturers in the NLP programme at SU, 2013

Dr. Samarjeet Borah and his colleague and Participants in the NLP programme at SU, 2013 

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This is my village named Garlang. This is not so much developed but the village has narrow way from the Peshok main road. My father and the elders use to say the name of my village is named on the name of a Tibetan man. 

  

Shall I touch you?

Uh!...

When I saw you there in the K.D. road
My heart said:
‘Shall I touch you?’

And I said: ‘…calm down
My heart!
She is the real one…ah!’

Since then…

You know nothing
When my volatile heart gossiping
Your absence on the same way
Where I am walking too,

You know nothing
When my naughty mind thinking
Your presence on the same way
Where I am walking too,

This is only to see you via ever in the K.D. road
Which you might be thinking
It’s a coincidence!

K.D. road is not meant for the vehicle
I thought it’s for us which was
Connected you and me
In the very next day of my office!

It was you coming there
And I suddenly adjusted my looks!
Tried to be a cool,
An unknown!
Because…
Your innocence
Your silence
Your gently smile… caught me
As a thief, though
That situation
Clicking my blushing heart, again…,

Shall I touch you?
‘No, No, No…,’
I thought, you might say…
But, my nervous heart always says
When you come to near me!
Even though
I strictly control
My naughty mind to misbehave on you,

You know nothing
When my clever eyes looking at you
Your poetic face started to sing a melody
From my nervous heart:
You are the one whom I love to see
You are the one whom I love to chat
You are the one whom I love to touch
You are the one whom I love to feel.

You are the one… Shall I touch you?

Myth in the Village

Mysterious life
In the village, mingle the
Vision of society
To the farthest city of the Myth

Evil dances, even though the
Belief Proclaim the sincerity
From the very beginning, deep
Into the soul, deep into the mind!

The myth in the village…

Cat does not know,
Why am I
Crossing the way of the people?

Caste does not know,
Why division of class in the society?

Untouchable does not know
Who is going and coming on the destination?

Steps do not know
There is restriction on threshold in the dusk!

Illusion in the village…

Always suffocating
Always murmuring
In the house of myth

It would be better
The myth would die before it born.

If I play with …

It was first weekend

Of the second month

1997, she was playing

Under the tree with her parent

Unlikely

It was offside…

At the

Same time

My legs pause the

Motion, eyes lost

The way, heart

Increased

The speed

Mind changed the topic

I felt something

Missing there

In a cage

In a boundary

Like smile

Like enjoyment

Like romance

All together like Love

Likewise I was thinking

At the same place

At the same time

On the same grass

If I play with her…

Sorry friends

Sometime dream comes true

Now she is my wife

We have a child

Playing together at the starting point!

And a child has started watching us over here!!

Anna! One miscall…!

Oh! What a surprised…

Childhood came to close

Just for a miscall

Just for a satisfaction as optimistic being at all…

I couldn’t recall those days and those stages

Unless innocent smiles knocked

Me, very frequently!

Anna! One miscall…

Anna! One miscall…

Anna! One miscall…

Unknown face requested me.

How dare m I?

I was smiling… instead to say, no/yes!

                     … Instead to say!

Perhaps! I was smiling…

I was pretending sincerely

Act like

Childhood still awaiting my response

Awaiting my behavior

Awaiting my sincerity

Later,

Sorry! I don’t have phone.

Ask him, he has. I pointed Dr. Sitaram.

And went out

I hurt I myself

On my own cruelty

But,

There is nothing behind childhood

Nostalgic behavior represents childhood

To stretch their hand towards me

Towards you!

Towards family!

Towards society!

Towards everyone’s childhood!

Expecting a miscall for humanity!!

Anna> Elder brother in the Dravidian Language.