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A forgotten melody( part -III)

Continued From Part -II

With the melody complete, Arun felt a sense of closure—not just for his grandfather, but for himself as well. He realised that he no longer wanted to return to his old life of monotony. Music had rekindled a fire within him, and he was determined to keep it alive.

Arun decided to stay in Chandanpur and open a small music school in his grandfather’s memory. He wanted to share the joy of music with others, to help them find the connection that he had rediscovered. The school quickly became a hub of creativity, attracting students from all walks of life.

As the years passed, Arun’s music school grew, and so did his reputation as a musician. But more importantly, he found a sense of fulfilment that he had never experienced before. He had found his true calling, and in doing so, he had found himself.

The story of Arun’s journey spread far and wide, inspiring others to rediscover their passions and reconnect with their roots. The completed melody, “The Melody of Life,” became a symbol of hope and healing—a reminder that it’s never too late to find your true path.

Arun’s story touched the hearts of many, both in India and around the world. It resonated with those who had lost their way, reminding them of the importance of following their passions and staying true to themselves. The blend of Indian classical music and universal themes of love, loss, and self-discovery made the story relatable to readers everywhere.

And as Arun played the final notes of “The Melody of Life” on stage one evening, he felt the presence of his grandfather beside him, smiling with pride.(End)

Rajat chandra Sarmmah

Guwahati , Assam , India

26/08/2024

Mail ID: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

Instagram : @rajatchandrasarmah5

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A musical Night (Part -3)

However, the problem started with the stage arrangements as both the guest artists had different kinds of requirements and there was a delay in appointing the subcontractor. Bikash himself started negotiating with both the guest artist and after several rounds of meetings and cajoling efforts made by Bikash, a midway was found. Still, there was a substantial delay in the process and the subcontractor had to deploy additional manpower and equipment, costing some additional payment to them. As a  Leader Bikash built relationships with the artists, fostering trust and collaboration which solved the problem. He conveys the vision of the event to the guest artists and inspires them to deliver their best. 

Back up the power supply and the acoustic arrangement was made. The performance can be visible from all the stadium galleries with display boards all around. The stage design was approved by Bikash after consulting the two guest artists through video conferencing and their team of experts in sound and internal space arrangement for their pieces of equipment etc. Everything was going on at a breakneck speed and no one had time for rest. One day the Directors and the CEO, came to the ground and saw the people working the way he never expected, they seemed to be very happy and did not wait long and praised Bikash and his team.

 The other group, completed their sponsorship targets and started the booking of tickets as fixed by Bikash and no management approval was sought. Necessary provisions for free tickets for the VVIPs, patrons and other invited guest was kept in excess so that there should not be any problem later.

 The third group organised six groups of different ethnic troupes to display their music and dance for 5 minute slot to every group and another 10 minutes were kept for our in-house talents to show their performance. Every front was going fine and all the people, with the proper guidance of Bikash working round the clock. There were no complaints or fatigue when they saw their leader working round the clock with their hand in hand. Bikash arranged for food for all the workforce at locations so that time is not wasted. Bikash as the Leader ensured the team was aligned with the vision of the event, motivated and mobilised the teams, emphasizing the significance of the chosen event for the company in realizing the event’s goals.

As the event date approached, chaos began to surface with some panic reactions on some small issues as the people were nervous, Bikash understood the same and convinced the team to be relaxed and think coolly. It’s during this phase that the contrast between managing and leading becomes most evident. Bikash played the role of leadership perfectly while his managers were in a panic.

 But suddenly a major problem arose as one of the main sponsors suddenly withdrew from the programme and we are totally at a loss for what to do. Bikash started contacting all possible places and likely, he was able to convince one to our rescue. The decision to sue the defaulter sponsor was sent to our company’s legal department. Bikash coordinated with all the managers, so that, we were ready in all respects two days before the show and had a relaxed day previous to the day of the show.

He goes on checking each and every activity so that there is no missing link. 

All hotel rooms were checked, the menu was finalised and transport was arranged at various locations as necessary. 

With a clear concept and planning, the morning meeting everyday discusses any pending issues related to the Venue and provision of logistics in coordination with the performing groups , coordination of the Two groups and a break for the local artists, ticketing and sponsoring the team and their progress and concerns, security and crowd management, Liasioning with the state departments and personnel security staff of the artists technical audio/video, lighting and backups,  hospitality for the visiting artist like accommodation, catering and backstage arrangements and decisions taken at those meeting itself and managers were allowed to take some on the spot decisions. After the sponsorship issue was settled, things came under control and we were all sure of a grand evening. 

 Bikash was a relaxed man.

He called me to his room, ordered a fine scotch and both of us enjoyed it and hoped everything would go fine. 

We had full rehearsal two days before the show and the shortcomings that came to light were rectified. The Artists and their instruments started arriving and our respective teams were busy along with our subcontractor to putting them in the right place. Even then It was backstage, where performers, technicians, and organizers moved with a sense of urgency that bordered on chaos. The pressure here was palpable, like the rising action in a story.

  The dummy performers, adorned in dazzling costumes, were busy with last-minute rehearsals, nervous energy coursing through their veins. Their voices, usually so powerful on stage, were now reduced to hushed whispers, exchanging quick reminders and well-wishes.

 Technicians scurried about, adjusting lighting rigs, testing sound systems, and ensuring that every technical aspect was flawless. The weight of the entire production seemed to rest on their shoulders.

 One team were juggling multiple tasks, from resolving unexpected issues to coordinating the arrival of VIP guests. They were managing a never-ending list of to-dos, trying to maintain a semblance of order amid the chaos.

As the minutes ticked away, the tension in the backstage area reached its climax. The culmination of months of hard work, creativity, and dedication was about to unfold on the stage. The pressure was at its zenith, and just like the turning point in a story, it was time for the grand reveal.

At last the final day arrived, All were tense, Bikash with his smiling face encouraging everyone, but I know internally he was also very tense as everything was on his head but not show his nervousness to anyone.

And ultimately, the moment arrived. The curtains were lifted, and the stage was gradually illuminated and soon bathed in a flood of lights and the stadium gallery lights were gradually put off. The audience erupted into applause, and the pressure building behind the scenes shifted. This was the showtime pressure, akin to the climactic moment in a story.

The team previously nervous and anxious, transformed into radiant stars. Their voices soared, their movements were impeccable, and they delivered their best. The pressure that had gripped them was now channelled into their grand performances in all the front.

Technicians, who had meticulously set the stage, now operated with precision and grace. Their efforts were hidden behind the scenes, but they were the backbone of the show’s success.

Bikash watched from the wings, their faces a mix of anxiety and pride. They had navigated the backstage chaos to bring forth this spectacle, and now they were witnessing the audience’s emotional engagement, the true climax of the story. The CEO was interacting with the VVIP guests and sponsors. Things seem to be going  well.

As the musical reached its crescendo, the showtime pressure reached its peak. Every note, every step, and every lighting cue executed flawlessly. The audience was captivated, transported into a world of music and magic. The pressure was no longer a burden; it was the force that had created this unforgettable moment.

In the grand musical show, just like in a compelling story, the backstage pressure and the showtime pressure were essential elements, each playing a distinct role in the unfolding narrative of art and entertainment.

After the first group’s enthralling performance, the local folk and musical troup presented their performance. It was a brilliant performance and the crowd was shouting all along enjoying the show, which they had not expected, then came our team, They were a bit nervous at the beginning but overall people liked it as we were changing from one theme to another from the word go.

Bikash and I were behind the stage relaxing taking a scotch as the show going as planned when the second group entered the stage. There were loud noises from the crowd as people mainly came for his and his team’s performances. Shouting and singing and dancing by the audience along with the artist going on in full swing.

As the final notes of the grand musical show reverberated through the venue, the audience’s thunderous applause signalled not only the end of the performance but also the conclusion of a remarkable story. The performers took their well-deserved bows, their faces radiant with the knowledge that they had brought a magical tale to life.

Backstage, the pressure that had been building for weeks now dissolved into relieved smiles and tears of joy. Technicians shared a moment of satisfaction, knowing that their unseen efforts had contributed to this unforgettable night. The Organizers, our company CEO, Bikash and all of us too, breathed a collective sigh of relief, proud of the show’s success.

In that moment, it became evident that the grand musical show was more than just a performance; it was a narrative in itself, filled with dedication, passion, and the pursuit of perfection. The story had reached its resolution, leaving a lasting memory in the hearts of all who had been part of it, both on and off the stage. It is a triumph of the leadership.

And so, as the curtain fell and the stage lights dimmed with stadium lights coming back, the grand musical show came to an end, but its story lived on in the hearts of the audience, the performers, the technicians, and the organizers. It was a tale of pressure and climax, of hard work and creativity, and of the transformative power of music and art. A story that would be retold, cherished, and remembered for years to come. Bikash’s leadership made it possible and he showed how a team to be led, involving them totally, encouraging them to share their ideas and always smiling even in the most critical situations and all credit for success is given to the team.  

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Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Mail ID: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

The Man Who Adjusted the Chair


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16/02/2026


At a small roadside tea stall, a man walked in, looked around, and quietly adjusted a plastic chair before sitting.
Not much—just turned it slightly away from the sun.
No hurry. No complaint.
He ordered tea, took a slow sip, and watched the road like it owed him nothing.
There was something complete in that moment.
No big thoughts. No visible ambition. Just a man making a small adjustment to sit more comfortably in his day.
We often wait for bigger changes, bigger control.
But perhaps life allows us these tiny permissions—
to shift a chair, to take a pause, to sit the way we like.
Nothing dramatic.
Still, enough to feel settled.
May the day move gently, in ways that suit you.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
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A Conversation That Stayed


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15/02/2026


It was not an important conversation.
No life decisions were made. No great ideas were exchanged. Just two people, speaking without urgency, letting pauses exist without the need to fill them.
Strangely, those are the ones that remain.
Not because of what was said—but because of how it felt. Unmeasured. Unperformed. Real in a way that does not seek validation.
We often underestimate these moments. We look for significance in milestones, forgetting that comfort is also a kind of meaning.
Somewhere between those sentences and silences, something settles within us.
And long after the words fade, the feeling stays.
Release the day gently. It has done enough.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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youtube: converse with a smile

Where Time Stands Beside the River— Varanasi, India


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15/02/2026


It was not a guidebook that explained Varanasi. It was a conversation—unplanned, unhurried—with a boatman who had spent his life on the Ganga.
He spoke of the river as if it were a living elder. Not something to be seen, but something to be understood slowly. The ghats, he said, are not steps—they are stories. Every morning, every flame, every chant carries memory forward.
During Shivratri, the city does not transform—it deepens. The temples breathe differently. The night does not sleep. Devotion here is not loud; it is continuous.
He mentioned, almost in passing, that in some akharas and homes, bhang is offered as prasadam of Lord Shiva—received with reverence, within tradition, never excess.
Varanasi does not ask you to believe anything.
It only asks you to sit for a while… and watch what remains when everything else moves.


#Varanasi #Shivratri #IndiaCulture

#SacredSpaces


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube: converse with a smile

The Quiet Flame Within


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15/02/2026


There is a kind of strength that does not announce itself.
It sits quietly in people who wake up, carry their unfinished thoughts, and still step into the day without complaint. No declarations, no loud optimism—just a steady presence, like a lamp that refuses to go out even when the wind insists.
You may not even notice it in yourself.
It shows up in small acts—responding with patience when irritation is easier, choosing silence when arguments feel tempting, continuing something you once thought of leaving midway. Not heroic, not dramatic—just deeply human.
Somewhere, without realizing, you have been building a resilience that does not need applause.
And perhaps today, that is enough.
May the day feel lighter than it began.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube: converse with a smile

The Nearness of an Unspoken Thought


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14/02/26


There are moments when you almost say something.
It comes close — rests on the edge of your lips — and then stays there.
Not out of fear. Not even hesitation.
Just a quiet decision to let it remain where it is.
Strangely, those unsaid things do not disappear. They settle somewhere between two people, becoming part of the air they share.
You notice it in glances that hold a little longer.
In sentences that stop midway, yet feel complete.
Not everything needs to be spoken to be felt.
Some thoughts are meant to stay just close enough — not crossing over, but never really leaving either.
And perhaps that distance is what keeps them alive.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube : converse with a smile

In the Quiet Corners of Verona — Italy


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14/02/26


In Verona, love does not arrive loudly.
It lingers in balconies, in stone pathways, in windows left slightly open. The city carries stories, but it doesn’t push them forward. You come across them almost by accident.
There is a certain stillness here — the kind that allows people to slow down without realising it. Even footsteps seem softer.
Near old courtyards, conversations lower their tone. Not out of secrecy, but out of instinct — as if the place itself prefers gentleness.
Verona doesn’t try to impress. It allows space. And in that space, people often say things they wouldn’t say elsewhere.
Or sometimes, they don’t say anything at all.
And yet, something remains understood.


#Verona #Italy #CityOfLove #TravelReflections


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube : converse with a smile

A Slight Lean Towards Someone


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14/02/26


It doesn’t always begin with words.
Sometimes it begins with a slight leaning — not even visible to others.
A fraction closer in conversation.
A pause that lasts a second longer than necessary.
There is a language in these small shifts. It doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t seek permission.
You notice it when silence feels shared, not empty.
When presence is enough, and nothing needs to be filled.
Not everything needs to be named. Some things stay better in that unnamed space — where expectation hasn’t entered yet.
It is not intense. Not dramatic.
Just a quiet understanding that something, however small, has moved.
And that is often how it begins.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube : converse with a smile

When a Room Feels Different


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13/02/26


You enter the same room you’ve entered many times before.
Nothing has moved.
The table is where it always was.
The light falls in the same direction.
And yet, it feels different.
It’s not the furniture. It’s not the arrangement. It’s you.
Some days we carry more silence than others. It changes how spaces respond to us. A familiar corner can feel distant. A usual chair can feel unfamiliar.
We tend to blame the environment when something feels off. But often the shift is internal — subtle, almost invisible.
Rooms don’t change as much as we do.
And sometimes noticing that is enough to understand why the air feels slightly heavier, or unexpectedly lighter.
No conclusion necessary. Just awareness.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube : converse with a smile

Where Stone Remembers the Sea — Croatia


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13/02/26


Along the Adriatic coast of Croatia, stone towns sit close to the water as if listening to it.
In Dubrovnik, the walls are not just architecture. They are memory. They have watched ships arrive, empires pass, languages change. Yet the sea remains constant, touching the edges of the city without hurry.
Walk through the narrow streets and you notice how light falls differently on old limestone. It doesn’t shine; it softens. Cafés spill quietly into small squares where conversations stretch longer than the coffee itself.
There is something about coastal places — they teach patience. Waves repeat themselves without expecting acknowledgment. Fishermen return not because the sea promises success, but because it has always been part of the rhythm.
Croatia does not demand attention loudly. It simply exists — balanced between land and water, history and present.
Sometimes that balance is enough.


#Croatia #AdriaticCoast #CulturalReflections #GlobalVoices


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube : converse with a smile

The Space Between Decisions


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13/02/26


Most of life is not made of big decisions.
It’s made of the space before them.
The quiet pause when you are not sure whether to call back.
The few seconds before replying to a message.
The hesitation before saying yes to something unfamiliar.
We remember the decisions later.
But we rarely remember the stillness that shaped them.
There’s something honest about that space. It doesn’t argue. It doesn’t advise. It just waits.
And in that waiting, you often meet yourself — not the version you show people, but the quieter one. The one that doesn’t need explanation.
Nothing dramatic happens there. No applause. No regret yet.
Just a small interior moment where things settle into place without announcing that they have.


Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
instagram @ rajatchandrasarmah5
youtube : converse with a smile