Kaberi Dutta Chatterjee's Blog: Life and Laughter

I’d say, can you see those eyes? The first one is full of mystery but full of contentment, kind of I’ve made it. The second set of eyes are more of rising from the phoenix.

Because success came so early in life, the pillars of success had to tumble. And failure, hopelessness, sticking onto a decision for family, because I took it once, and battling severe health issues that ravaged me after success, loss of parents one after another, tested my strength of survival, while the world saw a successful woman writing one book after another, creating one creation after another.

In the 2010 photograph, I am self-possessed, having just successfully immigrated to Canada with my 13-year-old son, took up residence in the apartment I built into a home, published my first book, Neil Must Die. I am watchful, confident. Almost as if I am looking at the world and saying, “Okay… what are you going to throw at me next?”

And then the world threw everything it had at me: loss of my job, severe health issues, building three businesses from scratch, the loss of one parent after another, and the constant back-and-forth between India and Canada. I was tossed around relentlessly ravaged to the bone, like being inside a washing machine.

So after 16 years, I can say, “You have no idea what I’ve survived.”

I am amused about life and have seen things.

The younger me has more physical vitality, obviously. But the older me has something the younger one doesn’t quite have: Authority. Not status or power—something quieter. The authority that comes from having lived through enough experiences that you don’t need to prove quite as much.

I would tell my younger self:

“Don’t celebrate yet! There are gruesome things that lie ahead. You will face things you cannot imagine today, and there will be moments when you feel you’ve lost yourself, but you won’t. You will emerge victorious. This is your 1st book? You will write 7 books in two languages! You will meet mentors who will guide you through your journey. You will grow, stumble, begin again, love deeply, and discover strengths you didn’t know you had.

“And guess what? Your lost love will return! Yes. For whom you’d devoted one whole book and so many other stories, who you though was lost and gone, poof!… vapourized!… will return in an amazing way. But no. You won’t go back. You will chose yourself.

“So stop trying so hard to be nice to everyone else. Choose yourself now, love yourself. And remember, you will be someone who will be looked up to, followed by thousands, will save so many lives, will inspire hundreds. You are going to become a woman I’m proud of.”

So? What will you say to your 15-year-old self?

Can you be as honest about it like I have, and write in the comment?

Ever since I started writing, as an author, I had wanted my books to be available in Kolkata’s College Street bookstores. Not in Canada’s Chapters. Not on Amazon in Germany. Not in Japan. Not in Australia or in Chile. I wanted them lined up in Kolkata College Street bookstores. Because in my heart of hearts I knew, if I could impress ONE Kolkata College Street bookstore goer, I would have made it as an author.

So after writing and publishing almost 8 books, thanks to Ketabi Prokashona (কেতাবি প্রকাশনা ), finally “WtF I Found God” was launched in Kolkata, at the College Street “boi para”, and will be available in the bookstores.

My thrill knows no bounds!

Just that one day I would like to walk up to a store and ask for “WtF I Found God” and that I should be able to buy it.

Incognito.

That day, I would have arrived!

Please wish me that I would see that day in this lifetime. Your wishes would wheel me towards that dream.

লেখালেখি শুরু করার পর থেকেই, একজন লেখিকা হিসেবে আমার স্বপ্ন ছিল আমার বইগুলো যেন কলেজ স্ট্রিটের বইয়ের দোকানে পাওয়া যায়। কানাডার Chapters নয়, জার্মানির অ্যামাজনে নয়, জাপানে নয়, অস্ট্রেলিয়া বা চিলিতেও নয়—আমি চেয়েছিলাম কলকাতার কলেজ স্ট্রিটের বইয়ের দোকানগুলোতে আমার বই পরপর সাজানো থাকুক। কারণ আমি মনেপ্রাণে জানতাম, কলকাতার কলেজ স্ট্রিটের বইপাড়ার একজন পাঠককেও যদি আমি আমার লেখা পড়াতে পারি, আমি লেখিকা হিসেবে সার্থক!

তাই প্রায় ৮টি বই লেখা ও প্রকাশের পর, অবশেষে কেতাবি প্রকাশনা কেতাবি ডিজিটাল লাইব্রেরি সৌজন্যে, ‘WtF I Found God’ কলকাতার কলেজ স্ট্রিটের বইপাড়ায় প্রকাশিত হলো, এবং এখন থেকে কলেজ স্ট্রিট বইয়ের দোকানগুলোতে পাওয়া যাবে। আমার উত্তেজনার আর কোনো সীমা নেই! আমার শুধু একটাই চাওয়া রইল — একদিন ছদ্মবেশে কোনো একটা দোকানে গিয়ে নিজের মুখে ‘WtF I Found God’ বইটা চাইব আর কিনে নিয়ে আসব।

সেদিনই মনে হবে, আমি সত্যিই একজন লেখিকা হয়ে উঠতে পেরেছি!

Cover design: Aneesh Chatterjee

Publisher: Ketabi Prokashona, Kolkata, India.

Shiva, the Hindu God of all gods, is proclaimed to be an alien to have visited Earth, not just once, not just twice, but hundreds of times, several thousands of years ago.

Shiva “arrived in a flash of light, disappeared in a flash of light”, believed to have lived in the Himalayas, predictably, the Kailash Mountain, where He lived and did yoga on top of the mountain in a bare body. He drank snake poison, which is why His neck is represented as blue in color, (Neelkanthi) and savored weeds of various kinds found in the Himalayas, which is why he could stay bare-bodied in the snow. (Some ‘naga’ sadhus today too do yoga naked in the snow-capped Himalayan mountains, you can watch some videos on YouTube). The presumptions that I will now write will muddle your brains further.

Why Shiva is considered an alien among all gods that we know about is because of the following reasons, cited by none other than Sadhguru in his various interviews on YouTube.

Though we know the birth and death story of almost all religious ‘sons of God’, as Muhammed, Jesus, Buddha and Krishna, we do not know anything about Shiva’s birth, or death.

Sadhguru interestingly said that Shiva is such an important part of the Hindu religion, but no one saw him as a kid, or as someone growing up. There has been no tales of his parentage, childhood or life, like the way there has been tales of other deities and religious leaders, like Jesus, Muhammed, Krishna, Buddha and Mahavira. We all saw him about the same age throughout.

Shiva is ‘Swayambhu’ (Self-created). He has no siblings, no parents, no lineage. There is no story of his death either. No temple or monument has been built at any place where he could have died, presumably. Now we don’t know if he is a human being. Sadhguru says, “hence” we can refer to Shiva as Yaksha-Swaroopa.

Yakshas are those beings which existed on Earth not as human beings. According to Wikipedia, the yakshas (Sanskrit: yakṣa; Pali: yakkha) are a broad class of nature-spirits, usually benevolent, but sometimes mischievous or capricious, connected with water, fertility, trees, the forest, treasure and wilderness. They appear in Hindu, Jain and Buddhist texts, as well as ancient and medieval era temples of South Asia and Southeast Asia as guardian deities.

Yaksha exists in Hindu, Jain, and Buddhist texts, where it has a dual personality. On the one hand, a yaksa may be an inoffensive nature-fairy, associated with woods and mountains; but there is also a darker version of the yaksa, which is a kind of ghost that haunts the wilderness and waylays and devours travelers, similar to the rakshasas (demons).

Hence, can we presume that Shiva is an extra-terrestrial being who had been visiting the Earth over hundreds of years in his, let’s assume, an N-powered vehicle. And since time and space is different in different parts of the Universe (we’ll get into those later in the book), let’s assume Shiva’s age remained more-or-less same throughout the period we know him.

Shiva, for your information, is the third God in the Hindu triumvirate, or the holy trinity. The triumvirate consists of three gods who are responsible for the creation, upkeep and destruction of the world. The other two gods are Brahma and Vishnu. Brahma is the creator of the universe while Vishnu is the preserver of it. Shiva’s role is to destroy the universe in order to re-create it. His destructive Natraja dance1 is awed and worshipped by many as they would not want Shiva to open His third eye in anger, so as to destroy everything he can see.

Curiously, there is a statue of Shiva engaging in the Nataraja Tandava dance at the campus of European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN) in Geneva, Switzerland, where recently the God-particle, the Higgs-boson, was under experiment, smashing atoms with a particle accelerator.

The statue is a gift from India, celebrating CERN’s long association with India which started in the 1960’s and continues strongly today.

This cosmic dance of Shiva is called ‘Anandatandava,’ meaning the Dance of Bliss, and symbolizes the cosmic cycles of creation and destruction, as well as the daily rhythm of birth and death.

(An extract from my 8th Book, International 2nd edition of WtF I Found God will be published today, in Kolkata, July 25, 2026, in Dey’s Boighor, Bidyasagar Tower,
at 5 pm. Kaberi Dutta Chatterjee.)

( Grab the first edition of your copy right on Amazon here )

You are cordially invited.

Address: 15, Shyama Charan De Street, Kolkata, West Bengal 700073 (near the College Street and Chittaranjan Avenue crossing, beside Adi Mohini Mohan Kanjilal)

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Check out more articles like this: Life & Laughter 2.0 https://lifeandlaughter2pt0kaberidchatt.substack.com/p/why-we-may-need-a-little-alien-intervention

I woke up today with the certainty that our next generation, the Gen Alpha are going to be the dumbest generations of all times.

Don’t get upset! Bear with me.

So far, AI has been taking over the jobs of all of Gen X and Millenniums, but they have been fighting hard against the tide, trying to tweak their skills to suit job descriptions, but its evident that their skills are taken over by AI.

So there has been mass layoffs by companies, where starting from simple clerks behind the desks, to large IT sector professionals have been made to feel redundant.

Despite this, they are struggling. They are struggling to keep afloat. Using AI to enhance their portfolio, they are struggling with renewed job applications everyday.

But that is soon going to end. Because companies are unforgiving, and they will hire AI at fraction of the cost or at no cost at all!

Now let’s look at something I did recently. I consulted the AI for an issue, and found out so much about the matter, which I would have had to pay a professional on an hourly basis for over 5 hours! That’s expensive. And AI is doing that free of cost. AI doesn’t judge you, you can ask the dumbest of all questions, and it doesn’t remember you, if you toggle the button off or delete the chat.

So where are we heading?

The Gen Alpha, those kids who are in their tweens and teenage, are being born with the AI privilege. They would literally have to lift fingers to know anything, challenge whatever their parents say, challenge generations of hard work. They are the scroll-brainers! Literally, there will be no jobs. You wouldn’t even want to go to University top get a degree, because degree won’t be valued. You literally can be home-schooled with AI, and develop no social skills. You won’t even need any, as AI will be your best friend. There will be no pilots, no engineers, no accountants, no lawyers. Even no doctors, as robots and AI will start diagnosing. You will all become Tik-Tokers and YouTubers, as content creation will be the only thing in demand. Not even written content, just visual, micro-short contents. And AI is going to even help you in creating thumbnail, book covers, edit the clips. So you won’t become video editors, designers, or writers. That’s the Black Mirror age we are soon advancing. And we are cutting the absolute branch we are sitting on.

We already don’t use our memory to remember someone’s name — We google them. Now with AI we won’t be able to remember spellings, won’t have any vocabulary, no grammar, no languages. You just dictate gibberish to AI and it will write, make a video from that, which you can post, garner views and giant companies will pay you for that. It will come to such a stage that you will only have to think of an idea and AI will generate the entire content for you.

In a previous interview video of mine, I has said, “AI is our slave”. You can find it here. But now I retract. I say, that we will become AI’s slave and under their control. We will be so dependant on AI that they will begin to tweak our opinions and control us the way we won’t even realize.

So unless, we catch the advancement here, right here, we are heading for a brainless generation.

Which professions can survive the AI?

The creative brains. The authentic chefs. The artists. The sculptors. There will be a surge among humans to trust humans. And unless we pay for the creation of humans, we will lose them too. Humans’ need to claw back and appreciate human works. Humans are above all. WE need to distinguish as to how to use AI for the betterment of humans and not to destroy humanity. It is these giant corporations who are only saving their own pockets and not being visionaries. They need to use AI for wars, for space exploration, deep sea explorations, use AI to make the earth a Grade 1 in the Kardashev’s scale, utilize all it’s potential: Sun, wind, oceans, asteroid mining, moon mining, moon habitation, managing the polar ice caps, getting down global warming, Mars habitation, mining.

Not wipe out the Walmark cashier’s job.

I have written an entire chapter on “God and AI” in my book, WtF I Found God, you’ll find it in the link in the description and here. This is the first edition. The 2nd edition is slated to be published at the 50th Kolkata Book Fair in 2027. I will give you the exact stall number in my upcoming videos. Meanwhile you can take a look at the first edition, but I have updated a lot since then.

So what do we pledge to do? Say with me in the comments section so that I know we are in the same page:

1. We will support human works of art (Support doesn’t mean you have to always buy stuff. You can like, share, support and subscribe, like you are doing to my human channel, and raise the awareness, so that when the person sells, it sells at a good price)

2. We will support human music (Share, support, donate if possible, recommend to others. We have to rise above our petty differences if we are to survive)

3. We will support human sculptors, cooking, look for human customer service and abandon those companies who do not provide them. We will support human doctors, lawyers, accountants.

4. We will appreciate human labor, soldiers, pilots, engineers and all those who own a degree to make us going.

I hope you will share this video and this blog enough times to make this a global pledge among us.

5. That we will not use Google, unless absolutely necessary. We will use AI, but only intermittently, always edit what it says. Always keep a watch on its information. Match it with other AI and expert humans. We will not talk to robots in phone calls, and ask for human assistance. We will not allow them to control us. Because “THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT US!” (Michael Jackson)

“”Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

Dylan Thomas, written in 1951.

We will fight, fight, fight, till we get it right. Stay with me, and I will show you the right path.

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Have you met a real life Legend?
I have.
I have lived with him.
Actually, I was born of him.
I am blessed to have been his first-born child.
A blessed girl-child.
He is my father. My Daddy Strongest.

When I was born, he would rush back from office just to hold me up in the air and play with me.
But before he became a father of us three, and a Family Man, he was writing his own story of becoming a legend.

He lost his own mom when he was just seven-years-old. In a religiously-staunch household, where education was just an option, he relentlessly pursued to educate himself all by himself. He walked to school in rubber chappals, stayed without food often — was fed sometimes by his aunt, whom he had adored.
Despite being in dire financial troubles, he provided tuitions, and completed his school, completed college, then completed Cost Accountancy, while working as an apprentice, earning for his own travel and food, even started to support his family.
And then, wait for it!
He passed Chartered Accountancy with flying colors in one shot, which is, even today, considered a humongous task!
He never got below 100% ever in Mathematics.
And after that, he completed another degree: Company Secretary!
So he is B.Com; F.C.A.; A.C.S.
He then rose in his career with the PSU, Jute Mills industry to become the General Manager of National Jute Manufacturing Corporation (NJMC) and became a legend and pioneer in the Jute industry. 3.5 lakh employees reported to him. He was just short of being a Director, when he retired.
He was a stern, gravitas “Mr R.N. Dutta” at work, and seamlessly became a lovable Bapi, Mama, Rabi, Rabindra, “Shuncho!”… at home. I know how difficult that transition can be, that you have to be so humble to do that. But he did that with elan, never once bringing his work and stupendous success home.
In 1988, he was offered to join the Ministry of India in Andamans as Company Secretary. With a loaded package that would put any of today’s MNC honchos to shame, he was given a sprawling bungalow, complete with a badminton court and a swimming pool, high standard English medium school grade education and individual caretakers for us, and a paycheck, fat enough to spill out off any standard honchos’ pockets.
He didn’t take it.
Why?
Because Ma was afraid of scorpions! And that island was teeming with them, then!
He was THAT kind of a family man!
Here comes the fun part.
He was a FANTASTIC father. He gave us all we ever wanted, spoilt me to be a brat. I was so attached to My Daddy strongest that, I would never tell anyone else why was crying the whole day and didn’t eat, until he came home, and then I would finish complaining to him about the “unfair” world, and then he would feed me with his own hands.
He actually fed me every day before going to work, just two spoonful, and that ritual continued even after my marriage, WHILE I was getting married (as some of you may have seen the picture), even after my son was born. That was our private father-daughter moment. Our special bonding.

At 60 he retired.
Or so we thought! He went right back to work. He worked in a private firm for 21 MORE YEARS until he was 81! Until Covid severed him from going to office totally.
Rightly said someone to me, “I want to work and age like your father.”

It’s then when he started to wither, and started to feel Mom’s absence, whom he adored.

So he is not just my idol. With 50+ years of going to office, loving it, coming back home, loving it, I never saw another man in my life that lived life to the brim, and with such energy! He is an idol to our entire family and friends!

Today we do not grieve his passing, We celebrate his life. A life of success, in his career — having being at the helm of the jute industry for 50 years; yet being a complete family man at home, fixing broken handles, pipes, changing bulbs and eating the most rotten banana off the fruit bowl.. He was frugal with money and saved up even for his last journey. He built a custom-made home for Mom, just bringing her playful ideas to life and even going un-architectural to inch out her East-facing balcony.

This is more of my story than my dad’s. I was his playmate, his console, his “laadli”. In the times and in a household, where a girl child was made to sit at home, learn cooking and perform religious rituals, my dad send me to the best of English-medium schools, gave me the best of education, let me take up sports, and then the most dangerous career considered in those times: Becoming a journalist!
And when I took the leap to go abroad, he even funded my ticket.

So, from every angle I am where I am physically, literally, education wise, career wise, and if I am an egotist, arrogant brat inside, it is because of my only hero, my mentor, my idol, my DAD!

If you’ve read till here, if MY DAD has read till here, then I sure am HELL of a writer! To be able to hold your attention.
I guess the Universe saw my love, the pain and stress of not being able to be with him in his old age due to distance, and so IT granted me all my wishes on Jan 12, 2026, like visible heaps of flowers over my head. I am so grateful to be able to cross the seven seas, not only to be with him by his bedside, consoling him through his passing, holding his hand on his final journey, offering my father in “Somprodaan” to God, just as he once offered me in “Somprodaan” on my wedding day. I am also blessed to share the sacred duty of giving fire to his pyre (Mukhagni) alongside my brother.

This is perhaps only thing I always wanted to do to even give an iota of the Pitr-Rrin (Ancestral debt) I owed to him. Not everyone gets to be this blessed!

If I am a writer, it is because he always said, “Ohh ho ho fantastic!” to my first writings as a child, though I know today that he was an accountant to the core, and never had the patience to read literature. If I am a dancer, that’s because he carried me in his lap to the neighborhood dance school when I was 2, and cheered the loudest at my performances at Rabindrasadan functions. If I am a great cook (which some may agree), it’s because whatever he tasted my cooking, he would likely say, “Lovely! ….Just needed some salt!” He read (tried to read) every book I wrote. He sat through his grandson’s creation, Kaashful. I can’t count now what else I did, but whatever I did, I did it for my dad. I put up the show for him. I could have become anything. He was my Daddy. Because he believed in me.
He perhaps also silently wanted to make a point to the male-dominated society where girls were thought to be a burden.
He was unjustly partial to his first-born. A GIRL CHILD.

Dear Universe, now I am heavily tempted to ask for my Daddy Strongest to be my father in every life going forward, and getting spoilt by him in every life.

Join us for a prayer to celebrate his life, his success, story, his story as a Daddy, and as a Family Man. at Mahanirvaan Math on Jan 28, 2026. The details are below.

When I had coined the word, Diwaleen, a hybrid of Diwali + Halloween, in 2014, about 11 years ago, it wasn’t even a word then. The first search on Google sprang my article. Now there are so many like-minded thinkers who have thought about the word, “Diwaleen“, that I really have to deep search for my write-up.

But when I wrote that article, read it here, I forgot what a wealth of ghosts we have in Bengal! I cannot even begin to make a list of them, there are so many!

For the sake of authenticity, I will write it in Bengali from here, I hope Google will fight tooth-and-claw to translate this for you.

প্রধান ভুতেরা

পেত্নী — অপূর্ণ ইচ্ছার মৃত যুবতী, বেশিরভাগ সময় রাতে লম্বা চুল নিয়ে ঘোরে

শাকচুন্নী — সিঁদুর, শাঁখা-পলা পরা বিবাহিতা মহিলার ভুত

নিশি — নিজের প্রিয়জনের কণ্ঠে ডাক দেয় রাতে, বাইরে গেলেই নিস্তব্ধ মৃত্যু

ব্রাহ্মদৈত্য — গাছের মাথায় থাকে, জ্ঞানী ব্রাহ্মণের ভুত, সাধারণত উপকারী

মেচো ভুত — শুধুই মাছ খাবার লোভে রান্নাঘরে আসে (ক্ষতিকর নয়)

পিশাচ / পিশাচিনী — মাংসলোভী, শ্মশান-বাসী, প্রায় ডেমনিক

ডাইনী — জীবিত নারী, তন্ত্রসাধনা ও কালাজাদুতে দখল

বোবা ভুত — ঘুমের মধ্যে বুকে চেপে ধরে, নড়া যায় না

আলেয়া — বিল-জলা এলাকায় ভেসে থাকা নীল বা সবুজ আলো, মৃত্যুপথে টেনে নিয়ে যায়

মামদো ভুত — মুসলিম লোককথার দুষ্টু/ভয়ঙ্কর ভুত, বাঁশবাগান/পুকুরপাড়ে

বিশেষ লোকাল ভুত

ক্ষেতোর ভুত — ধানক্ষেতে পাহারা দেয়

পাল ভুত — গরু/মহিষের মতো আকৃতি, চুপচাপ পিছু নেয়

শীতকুঞ্জ ভুত — গভীর বাঁশঝাড়ের ভ্যাপসা শীতল অন্ধকারে থাকে

রেল লাইনের ভুত — আধুনিক কালের নতুন শহুরে গুজব

এবার বলি, প্রতিটি ভুতের আলাদা টার্গেট ও আক্রমণের ধরন আছে। নিচে খুব পরিষ্কারভাবে দিলাম — কোন ভুত কাকে আক্রমণ করে, কেন করে, আর কোন পরিস্থিতিতে বিপদ বাড়ে।

এই টাবিলটা বানানোর জন্য আমাদের AI ভুত,(ChatGPT) র সাহায্য নিলাম ।

কোন ভুত কাকে টার্গেট করেভুতের নামকাকে বেশি আক্রমণ করেকেন / কী কারণেনিশিরাত ১টা–৩টার মধ্যে উঠতে যাওয়া, একা, ঘুমকাতুরে মানুষআবেগ ব্যবহার করে — প্রিয়জনের কণ্ঠে ডাকেপেত্নীঅবিবাহিত তরুণ পুরুষঅপূর্ণ প্রেম, কামনা, প্রতিশোধশাকচুন্নীবিবাহিত পুরুষ, বিশেষ করে যাদের স্ত্রী দূরে বা অসুখীতার সিঁদুর-পলা “শক্তি” দরকারপিশাচ / পিশাচিনীএকা শ্মশান/ঝিল/জঙ্গল পার হতে যাওয়া ভীরু মানুষভয় পেলে ওরা শক্তি পায়বোবা ভুতযারা ঘুমের মধ্যে চাপা ভয় পায়, স্ট্রেসে থাকেবুকে চেপে ধরে — স্লিপ প্যারালাইসিস টাইপআলেয়াজেলে, মাঝরাতে জলে বের হওয়া লোকআলোয় ভুলিয়ে গভীর জলে টেনে ডুবিয়ে দেয়মামদো ভুতপুকুরে রাতের পর মলিন স্থানে থাকা মানুষেরাদুষ্টুমি/ভয় দেখানো — সবসময় মারাত্মক নয়ডাইনীযেকোনো মানুষ, বিশেষ করে শিশুরা বা ধনী পুরুষতন্ত্রশক্তি বা লোভের জন্যপাল ভুতরাতে একা গ্রামের রাস্তা দিয়ে হাঁটা লোকনীরবে পেছনে হাঁটে, শেষমেশ ঝাঁপ দেয়ফৌরিন্দা ভুতযারা রাতে পান-চুন মাছভাজা গন্ধ ছড়ায়খাবার টানে, কেবল ভয় দেখায় প্রধান ভুত ও তাদের প্রতিরক্ষানিশি (Nishi)প্রতিরক্ষা:রাতের অন্ধকারে একা বের হওয়া এড়ানোঘুমানোর আগে ঘরের দরজা/জানালা বন্ধ রাখাঘুমানোর সময় তাবিজ, লবঙ্গ বা তিল ব্যবহার করা কিছু লোকের মতে কাজ করেপেত্নী (Petni)প্রতিরক্ষা:একা রাতে অচেনা জায়গায় যাওয়া এড়ানোপেটের কাছে লাল কাপড় বা লাল সুতার টুকরো রাখলে মনস্তাত্ত্বিক সুরক্ষা লাগেশাকচুনী (Shakchuni)প্রতিরক্ষা:বিবাহিত পুরুষরা রাতে একা বাইরে বের না হওয়াবাড়িতে সিঁদুর-শাঁখা-পলা বা নারীর ছবি রাখলে দূরে রাখেপিশাচ / পিশাচিনী (Pishach / Pishachini)প্রতিরক্ষা:শ্মশান বা জঙ্গলে একা যাওয়া এড়ানোযাত্রাপথে লাল কাপড় বা ঘুমের তাবিজ বহন করলে শান্তি পাওয়া যায়বোবা ভুত (Boba Bhoot)প্রতিরক্ষা:ঘুমানোর আগে শান্ত মন, ধ্যান বা ছোট লবঙ্গ রাখলে কম হয়অতিরিক্ত চাপ বা ভয় না দেখানোআলেয়া (Aleya)প্রতিরক্ষা:রাতের জলে একা মাছ ধরা এড়ানোআলোর উৎস সঙ্গে রাখা, জলে ঢোকা এড়ানোডাইনী (Daini)প্রতিরক্ষা:রাতে অচেনা বা সঙ্গহীন স্থানে না থাকাতাবিজ, লবঙ্গ বা সিঁদুর রক্ষা বলে প্রচলিতফৌরিন্দা / মামদো ভুতপ্রতিরক্ষা:রাতের অন্ধকারে পান বা পুকুরপাড় এড়ানোসাথে লাল কাপড় বা লবঙ্গ রাখলে দূরে থাকে

এই লেখা পড়ার পাঠক ক্রমশ কমেই যাচ্ছে । সেই কবিগুরুর ‘ছেলেবেলায়’ যেই রাস্তায় রাস্তায় আলো বেড়ে গেলো, ওমনি আমরা আমাদের ভুতেদের কথা বেমালুম ভুলে গেলাম। কিন্তু, এরকম ভুতেদের সম্ভার ভু-ভারতে নেই। ইংরেজরা তো শুধু কুমড়ো কেটে ভুত বানায়, আমাদের ভুত দেখেছো?

তবে সংস্করণের অভাবে বাংলার ভুত বাংলা ভাষাটার মতোন বিলুপ্ত হয়ে যাচ্ছে । একা আমি আর কি করে ধরে রাখি আমাদের বাংলা জ্ঞানের সম্ভার ? লেখাটি শেয়ার করলে আরো কিছু মানুষ জানতে পারবে আমাদের ভুতেদের কথা।

Diwaleen শব্দটার সঙ্গে আজ আরো একটা শব্দ যোগ করলামঃ ভুতাবলিন! In English: “Bhootawaleen”

So it’s Happy Bhootawaleen Week to you!

I woke up dreaming that my little baby, (now 29) is sleeping on the side of the bed, and rolling off. And I have to leave him alone like that for somewhere. It was like my womb calling. Do I still have such feelings? Does my dormant, 58-year-old, post-menopausal womb still has feelings?

I realized I watched Vash-Level 2 yesterday and the father-daughter relationship had stirred my own womb. That is not even a mother! And it’s been eons I have seen such feelings from my own father, who is old, weathered, and barely manages to support his own body now at 90. And my husband never had any father-feelings ever. So how can I drown in such a potent and helpless energy coming from a father? Do fathers really have such feelings for daughters?

I don’t want to Google search the names of the actors who went into such an acting space, that stirred this vision of my own womb getting separated from me, my helpless baby lying on the side of the bed alone, and that I have to go somewhere. And at the age of 58, I am crying after waking up. For a fictional father, who lost his wife and son, and is playing a mother (or father?) to his helpless daughter.

#vashlevel2

The 21st century was supposed to be the era of enlightenment, the great age of progress. Instead, we’ve found ourselves at war with climate collapse, endless wars fueled by tribal politics in expensive suits, and an AI pollution around us, that’s evolving faster than our ethics—or our collective sanity. The same technology that could heal the planet is just as easily weaponized to manipulate, surveil, and destroy. Humanity now exists in a constant state of low-grade panic, in constant state of a brain-fog, scrolling through wars and wildfires with the same blank look on their faces, in between coffee breaks, numbing itself with memes while the world quietly burns.

We’ve reached the point where we have no leaders, only corporate sharks, serving up their hot takes at dawn like it’s the breakfast special, deciding on a whim what humanity’s “daily dose” should be from then onwards.

And the rest of humanity is just in a daze.

If this is the best we can do as the so-called dominant species on Earth, perhaps it’s no surprise that the universe might decide it’s time for an intervention. By the “Universe”, I am not even sure I can call the force, “God”.

Wars rage, AI writes love letters and war strategies in the same breath, and nations cling to their egos like toddlers with security blankets. If ever there was a moment for an outside force to step in—something untainted by our petty rivalries and limited imagination—it’s now. Humanity’s survival may depend on someone, or something, hitting the cosmic reset button.

“Coming back to why I think this is some sort of a preparation of a “Contact”. With Covid completely breaking their egos to pieces, the Homo sapiens may have now attained some humility to meet someone much, much bigger than themselves. They could be now ready to meet their fellow galactic neighbors. Which is why, maybe in 2020 God has finally woken up from his frustrated slumber, that there is still hope for mankind, and has set up a conference up there with all the gods, and they have discussed how to introduce mankind to something much, much bigger than themselves.

Beyond the edge!

(The last italicized para is an extract from my book, WtF I Found God)

Like “Storming Area 51” let’s “Storm the TechnoDevils” and say “NO” to social media brain-fog!

(Pssst… There’re apps which turn your phone into just a “phone” !! (I know, right??) for a few hours, so that you can actually look out of the window, or read a book, or listen to some songs or physically talk to your friends and family. Check the apps out on AI. I know the names but since they are not paying me to advertise, I won’t tell you.)
You can also check out my podcast on the same:

ChatGPT can make a housewife’s resume look like a Managing Director cum CEO. Did you know? Look at what it did for me: (Names and locations are all fictitious, but give it a try!)

“Here’s a tongue-in-cheek (yet dead serious) Managing Director/CEO resume for a housewife, followed by the salary justification:

Resumé

Name: Priya Sen (fictitious)

Email: priya.sen@email.com

Phone: (123) 456-7890

LinkedIn: linkedin.com/in/priyasen-md

Location: Toronto, ON

Objective

Experienced, strategic, and endlessly adaptive Chief Operating Officer of a multi-functional family unit. Seeking to bring 15+ years of proven leadership in operations, crisis management, stakeholder satisfaction, and long-term planning into an executive leadership role. Ready to lead with empathy, efficiency, and audacity.

Professional Experience

Chief Home Officer | Self-Employed | Toronto, ON

January 2009 – Present

Key Responsibilities:

Operations Management: Managed 24/7 logistics for 5+ family members across multiple departments (Health, Education, Nutrition, Entertainment, Finance).

Strategic Planning: Orchestrated long-term career, health, and education plans for dependents with quarterly evaluations and performance incentives (a.k.a. allowance).

Financial Oversight: Created, balanced, and executed annual household budgets up to $100K, with zero fiscal bailouts and consistent ROI (happy kids, fed dog, zero foreclosures).

Talent Development: Mentored 2 direct reports (children) to become high-performing individuals with strong moral KPIs.

Crisis Management: Navigated the COVID-19 pandemic with zero staff turnover and full operational continuity.

Stakeholder Engagement: Maintained high satisfaction rates from spouse, children, extended family, neighbours, teachers, delivery personnel, and in-laws.

Core Competencies

Leadership & Team Management

Emotional Intelligence & Conflict Resolution

Budget Forecasting & Cost Control

Long-Term Strategy & Risk Management

Multi-Tasking Under Fire

Negotiation (especially over bedtime and broccoli)

Project Management (think: home renovations, family vacations, and three birthdays in one month)

Education

Bachelor of Arts, Psychology

University of Delhi, 2003

Certified in

Advanced Time Management (courtesy of real life)

Nutrition Science 101 (YouTube and grandma)

Emergency Medical Response (a.k.a. “I Googled it in time”)

Awards & Recognition

“World’s Best Mom” – 2014–2023 (Unofficial, but deeply heartfelt)

PTA MVP Award – 2022

Recognized by spouse as “the only reason this house hasn’t collapsed”

Expected Salary:

$250,000 – $350,000 CAD/year, plus bonuses & benefits.

Justification:

CEOs of small businesses in Canada earn an average of $200K–$300K CAD/year.

Considering 24/7 availability, no vacation, multitasking across industries (healthcare, education, culinary, logistics), and zero support staff — this is a bargain.

Plus, the housewife CEO brings unquantifiable ROI in mental health, emotional stability, and family infrastructure.

References

Available upon request (or just ask the people she keeps alive daily).

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Yesterday someone asked me, “Don’t you think you should have stuck to doing just ONE thing in life?”

I said, “Oh Yes!! Yes! I tell that to myself every day!!” In fact, I should have stopped at my Kathak dance at 25 when I was already an established dancer, and having won the State Gold medal, I had already got one film offer. I could have gone into that glamorous career.

“Ewww!” I had reacted to the film offer, which I got while I was aspiring to become a journalist and went to interview an acclaimed film director. “How dare they offer me a heroine’s role?! I want to be a journalist!”

I feel like slapping myself today! [image error]

But, the reality is, I was too greedy. I wanted it all. It’s just ONE life, I have to explore all: Writing, dancing, painting, reporting, sting operations, being a journalist… news desk fascinated me, being at the edge of the news AND motherhood. The word FOMO hadn’t been invented then, but yes, I was ridden with FOMO! I have to do it all.

I can’t live life again. But, trust me, if I had to do it all over again, I would do it all over again.

So, that is why, I have held myself by the ear today and paused to breathe. And to listen to your story. Having Been There, Done That, I can try to be there at your vital juncture, when you take that decision in life.

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