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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

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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 Czech Village That Looks Like a Painted Storybook

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21 October 2026

In South Bohemia, in the Czech Republic, there is a village whose houses seem to have dressed for a celebration that never quite ends. Their white façades, colourful gables and elaborate plaster decorations surround a broad rectangular village green. The place is called Holašovice, and its beauty comes not from grand palaces but from the architecture of ordinary farming life.

The village preserves a medieval layout, while many of its most distinctive buildings date from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Their style is known as South Bohemian Folk Baroque. Local builders borrowed decorative features associated with grander Baroque buildings and adapted them to farmhouses, giving practical rural homes an unexpected elegance.

The historic centre includes twenty-three farmsteads arranged around the green, along with traditional buildings such as a forge and a small chapel. Look closely at the gables and plasterwork, and the houses begin to reveal their individuality. Some decorations are restrained; others are elaborate, with curves and patterns that make the façades resemble carefully framed pictures.

Holašovice was inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage List in 1998. Yet it is not simply a collection of preserved buildings. Many of its farmsteads remain part of everyday village life.

That distinction matters. Heritage is often imagined as something kept safely behind glass, untouched by ordinary use. Holašovice offers a different picture: a place where architectural history and the routines of living continue to share the same space.

Its charm lies in that balance. The village has preserved the appearance of an earlier world without becoming merely a stage set for the past.

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Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

The Day Does Not Have to Be Perfect

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21 October 2026

We sometimes lose the pleasure of a perfectly good day because it did not go according to plan.

The rain arrives when we expected sunshine. A visitor cancels. A task takes twice as long as we imagined. Someone speaks carelessly, leaving us troubled long after the conversation has ended. By afternoon, we may have decided that the day has gone wrong, even though much of it remains ours to enjoy.

There is a curious habit of mind behind this disappointment. We create an invisible picture of how things should unfold, then measure reality against it. The greater the distance between the two, the more dissatisfied we become.

Planning is useful, and disappointment is natural. But perhaps we do not need to let one unwanted event become the verdict on everything that follows.

A delayed journey may offer an unexpected conversation. An afternoon spent at home may become an opportunity to read, call an old friend or simply rest without feeling guilty. Even an unremarkable day can hold a moment worth remembering, provided we have not already dismissed it.

Life rarely offers us a complete version of what we imagined. It offers something less orderly, often more surprising, and sometimes unexpectedly kind.

Tomorrow, make your plans. Do your work. Hope for the things you want.

But if the day takes a different turn, leave a little room for it to become good in its own way.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

The Beetle That Fires a Chemical Cannon

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20 October 2026

A small beetle facing a hungry predator has a surprising defence. Instead of running away or relying on a hard shell alone, it can fire a hot chemical spray from the back of its body.

The bombardier beetle produces this remarkable reaction using chemicals stored separately inside its abdomen. When threatened, it brings them together in a specialised chamber. The reaction generates heat and pressure, forcing a hot, irritating spray out through a nozzle-like opening.

The discharge can be directed towards an attacker, giving the beetle a chance to escape. Some species release the spray in rapid pulses, accompanied by a popping sound. For such a small insect, it is an extraordinary way to discourage a much larger enemy.

Scientists have studied this defence because it is an ingenious example of biological chemistry. The beetle’s body manages a powerful reaction in a controlled space, directing the result outward rather than allowing it to harm the insect itself.

Of course, the beetle is not invincible. Its defence is one part of a larger struggle for survival, and different predators respond in different ways.

Still, it is difficult not to admire the design. The animal has no claws large enough to frighten a bird and no speed to outrun every attacker. Instead, it has evolved a very particular answer to danger.

In nature, survival does not always belong to the biggest creature. Sometimes it belongs to the one with the most unexpected plan.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

One Festival Season, Many Ways to Celebrate

PART 2

Dussehra and Vijayadashami Across India

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20 October 2026

As the festive season reaches its close in many parts of India, the celebrations take different forms. In one town, towering effigies rise above an open ground. Somewhere else, a decorated chariot moves through crowded streets, a family prepares to immerse an idol, or children begin their first lessons. These scenes may appear unrelated, yet they belong to a season shaped by stories of victory, renewal and the hope that good can overcome evil.

In much of northern India, Dussehra recalls the Ramayana, particularly Rama’s victory over Ravana. Ramlila performances bring episodes of the epic to life, often over several evenings, before the burning of effigies marks the festival’s climax. For families watching together, it is also a public spectacle of theatre, music, craftsmanship and community.

In West Bengal and Assam, the Durga Puja season centres on Goddess Durga’s victory over Mahishasura. The farewell to the goddess carries a mixture of celebration and sadness. In Bengal, Bijoya Dashami falls on 21 October this year, when the festive period reaches its traditional farewell. The day brings greetings, visits and embraces that reconnect relatives, friends and neighbours.

Elsewhere, the season has its own character. Mysuru in Karnataka is renowned for its illuminated palace and grand Dasara procession. In Himachal Pradesh, Kullu Dussehra brings village deities and their communities together in a distinctive gathering. In Bastar, Chhattisgarh, the long-running Dussehra tradition follows local customs and does not centre on the burning of Ravana’s effigy.

The stories behind these celebrations differ, and their meanings are deeply rooted in their communities. Yet they create opportunities for people to gather, share food, watch performances, welcome visitors and pass traditions to younger generations.

One may encounter a dramatic procession, another a quiet family ritual. There is room for both. A festival becomes part of a region’s identity not only through its legends, but through the people who keep its customs alive.

Perhaps this is one of India’s most remarkable qualities: a shared festive season does not have to look the same everywhere. Its richness comes from the many ways communities express memory, belonging and hope.

To be continued in the lives and traditions that carry these celebrations forward.

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Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

The Courtesy We Owe to People Who Serve Us

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20 October 2026

A person’s character often reveals itself in moments when there is no advantage to be gained.

Watch how someone speaks to a security guard, a cleaner, a delivery worker or a waiter. Notice whether they say thank you, whether they listen when spoken to, and whether they treat a small mistake with patience or contempt. These ordinary encounters can tell us more than an impressive introduction or a carefully chosen public image.

We are accustomed to judging people by their education, profession, possessions and achievements. Yet none of these guarantees kindness. A person may hold a senior position and still fail to recognise the dignity of someone doing essential work. Another may have little authority but offer respect without hesitation.

Courtesy does not require grand gestures. It can be as simple as moving aside, speaking without humiliation, acknowledging someone’s effort or remembering that a person serving us has a life beyond the task being performed.

Of course, respect does not mean accepting poor work or avoiding legitimate complaints. We can be firm without being insulting. Standards and decency are not opposites.

Much of the work that keeps our daily lives running happens quietly, often unnoticed. The least we can do is ensure that the people doing it do not feel invisible.

A little courtesy costs almost nothing. To the person receiving it, however, it can make an ordinary working day feel very different.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

The Frog That Freezes in Winter and Wakes Again

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19 October 2026

What would happen if a frog spent the winter frozen solid? For the wood frog of North America, this is not a fantasy. It is a remarkable part of survival.

When temperatures fall, the frog can tolerate the freezing of much of the water in its body. Its heart stops beating, breathing ceases, and it appears lifeless. Yet specialised adaptations help protect its cells from the damage that ice would otherwise cause.

As freezing begins, the frog’s body moves water out of its cells, while glucose released from stored energy acts as a natural cryoprotectant. This helps reduce the harm caused by ice formation. The frog does not remain frozen indefinitely; when temperatures rise in spring, its body gradually thaws and its heart begins beating again.

The process is not without limits. The frog must experience suitable conditions, and surviving repeated freezing depends on how severe and prolonged the cold becomes.

For an animal that cannot escape winter simply by travelling somewhere warmer, this adaptation is extraordinary. Instead of fighting every change in its surroundings, the wood frog has evolved a way to endure conditions that would be fatal to many other creatures.

The next time winter seems to bring the natural world to a standstill, remember that some lives have not ended or disappeared. They are waiting for the conditions that will allow them to begin again.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

When the Streets Become a Celebration

PART 1

Durga Puja in West Bengal and Assam

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19 October 2026

For a few days each year, familiar streets in West Bengal undergo an astonishing transformation. Bamboo frameworks rise, fabric and lights reshape neighbourhoods, and ordinary road junctions become gateways into imagined worlds. A visitor may pass a traditional temple one moment and find, around the next corner, a pandal inspired by a royal palace, a village courtyard, an ancient monument or a work of contemporary art.

These temporary structures are among Durga Puja’s great attractions. Their designs demand imagination, engineering, painting, lighting and painstaking craftsmanship. Some celebrate regional architecture; others explore nature, folk traditions or social concerns. Behind the spectacle stand teams of artisans, electricians, carpenters, volunteers and organisers whose months of work often receive only a few days of public attention.

In Assam, too, communities come together around Durga Puja. From Guwahati’s lively neighbourhood celebrations to smaller towns and localities, pandals become meeting places where families, friends and visitors share the festive atmosphere. The forms differ from place to place, but the pleasure of gathering is widely understood.

At the heart of the traditional story is Goddess Durga’s victory over Mahishasura, representing the triumph of good over destructive forces. In Bengal, the festival also carries the affectionate idea of a daughter returning to her parental home.

Yet its public life reaches beyond any one household or belief. People come to admire the artistry, enjoy the music, meet neighbours and share food.

For a brief season, the streets belong to everyone who wishes to celebrate together.

To be continued…

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Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

The Strength It Takes to Ask

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19 October 2026

Many people find it easier to help someone else than to admit that they need help themselves.

They will listen patiently to a friend’s troubles, stand beside a colleague in difficulty or make time for a family member. Yet when their own circumstances become difficult, they often remain silent. They fear appearing incapable, becoming a burden or losing the respect of people whose opinions matter to them.

There is a quiet loneliness in carrying everything alone.

Asking for help does not mean surrendering responsibility. It means recognising that no person, however capable, can manage every situation without support. Sometimes another person can offer a practical solution. At other times, all they can give is a patient hearing, which may be enough to make a difficult day feel less heavy.

We should also remember how it feels to be trusted with somebody else’s difficulty. When a person approaches us, they are offering more than a problem to solve. They are allowing us to see a part of their life they might usually keep hidden.

Perhaps we should make it easier for one another to say those simple words: “I could use some help.”

There is dignity in independence, certainly. But there is dignity in knowing when not to insist on it.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

The Fish That Looks Through Its Own Head

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18 October 2026

At first glance, the barreleye fish looks as though someone has forgotten to finish drawing its head. Its forehead is covered by a transparent dome, and inside it sit two luminous green eyes that seem almost unreal.

This small deep-sea fish lives in the dim waters of the North Pacific, hundreds of metres below the surface. Sunlight is faint at those depths, so spotting food is no easy task.

Its eyes point upward, helping it detect the silhouettes of prey above. For years, scientists believed those eyes were fixed in that position. Underwater observations eventually revealed a remarkable detail: the eyes can rotate forward when the fish moves in to feed.

The transparent covering protects its unusual eyes while allowing light to reach them. What appears bizarre from the outside is part of a highly specialised way of living in a world where darkness is the rule.

The barreleye is rarely encountered. Researchers using remotely operated vehicles have spent decades exploring deep waters, yet sightings of this fish remain uncommon.

Most of us imagine that seeing clearly means looking straight ahead. The barreleye offers a different arrangement: watch the space above, then turn the eyes when the moment to eat arrives.

Far below the waves, in a place few humans will ever visit, evolution has produced a creature whose strangest feature may also be its most useful.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

Poland: The Art of Turning Paper into a Garden

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18 October 2026

In parts of central Poland, a sheet of coloured paper can become a garden of flowers, birds and intricate shapes without a single brushstroke. The tradition is known as wycinanki, the Polish art of paper cutting, and the Łowicz region is especially famous for its vivid, layered designs.

The craft developed in rural homes during the nineteenth century. People cut decorative forms from coloured paper and used them to brighten the interiors of their houses. Over time, the designs grew more elaborate. Flowers, roosters and other familiar motifs appeared in carefully balanced arrangements, with smaller shapes layered over larger ones to create striking compositions.

Łowicz-style paper cuts are particularly recognisable for their bright colours and floral patterns. Some resemble bouquets arranged with almost mathematical precision; others spread across the paper like a small celebration of village life.

The work requires a steady hand, patience and an eye for symmetry. A cut made in the wrong place cannot always be corrected, so the maker must think ahead while working with a material that is inexpensive but unforgiving.

Today, wycinanki remains part of Poland’s folk-art heritage, carried forward by artists and craftspeople who continue to practise and reinterpret the tradition.

There is something appealing about this art. It asks for no expensive materials, only imagination and care. From an ordinary sheet of paper, a maker creates something that brings colour into a room—and keeps a piece of local culture alive.

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Rajat Chandra Sarmah, Guwahati, Assam, India, Instagram @rajatchandrasarmah, YouTube: conversewithasmile, email rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com