23 Jul 2017

#282 In the end- Tribute to Chester Bennington

In the end- Tribute to Chester Bennington
I’ve always thought of writing on this topic but could never utilise my words wittily to frame an article. Yes, the title of this post matches with the title of a music track of Linkin Park that always lifts me up. I can’t recall how many times I have played this song but I must admit that this song has something special in its lyrics which have at times prompted me to go on several rounds of thoughts seriously. I then ponder about those solid principles on which the pillar of life rests. What exactly matters in the end?


It’s such heartening to mention the unfortunate demise of singer Chester Bennington of an English Band named Linkin Park. I have always admired listening to the songs of Linking Park for the soulful composition with motivational lyrics which have brought an enormous fame to them. I’ve even dreamt of attending the live concert of Linkin Park and meeting Chester. Those motivational and meaningful lyrics have always have always lent a mesmerizing impact on the fans; especially on the youth. It might never have been easy for Chester Bennington to channelize the agonies that arose out of the pains of his past into music and he did it so brilliantly. I don’t want to be judgemental here but I wonder how those powerful songs that could fill millions of disheartened souls with enormous energy, were not prove fruitful in saving the life of the singer himself? How could not he beat that terrible monster of depression when his songs helped millions of his fans to come out of the vicious cycle of depression victoriously?

I’ve come across many insensitive remarks of people regarding the suicide of the legend by putting forth their biased and judgemental views. It brings forth many important things to limelight.
·        People will always criticise you even after your death, so why to care for their derogatory remarks while you’re alive?
·        Depression is a serious issue and in this era of high competitiveness, almost many of us must have come under its grip. Nothing surprising! So it’s utmost important to take care of your mental health just like physical health.

A small poem to drive any suicidal feelings:

Whenever you feel like giving up
Remember those hands that let
You walk over those unlevelled paths
Remember those hands that fed you
Recognise your worth and the
Consequences that your absence will bring
Remember the purpose for which
You are in this world
Realise if you can the sense of
Parenthood that you’ve brought
What reasons you need
Other than those for your survival?





Few lines as a tribute to Chester Bennington:
In the end it does not even matter
The wealth which you’ve gathered
The vague pride that you let grow
The moments that you never lived
Those ill feelings that you kept inside
The risks that you never took
For the fear of being judged
Numerous times you fell down
Bruising your self esteem

Life is about giving
And sharing all you can
Getting up after every fall
And shouting ,”Yes, I can”.

Don’t shrink this wonderful gift
Of experience under the sheet
Of lame excuses of judgement.
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Numb my ears became
After listening to that
Divine rhythm!
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In the end the voice is silent
Numbing million of hearts
And leaving this mortal Earth
With immortal melodious fragrance.



My college days would never have been so beautiful without those tracks of Linkin Park sung mellifluously by Chester Bennigton. A heartfelt Gratitude to the singer, your songs will always stay alive in the hearts of millions. May your soul rest in peace! This is the hardest good bye!

Swati Sarangi

23.07.2017

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#279 Monsoon Reflections

Monsoon reflections


Once during a rainy day, I was sitting alone near the window of my room at hostel accompanied by a hot cup of coffee. The power outage made me focus more on the sounds of falling drops of rain. It was getting darker with the vast stretch of dark clouds in the sky. The sight of the spread of the greenery all around was too mesmerizing to behold. I heard the noise of few kids who came running out of their homes to dance gleefully in the rain. I could not count the sudden increase in the number of paper boats that came floating near to a bench that stood at the end of the park which I watched through my window.

All these scenes prompted me to recall similar moments of my life. The memories of my glorious childhood days came flooding by. I forgot the staunch loneliness that I was experiencing for a moment and started to get indulged in some of the philosophical discussions taking place inside my mind. After monitoring the series of my thoughts that often pushed me to quit so as to avoid the prevalent monotony of my life, the first question that I put to myself was, “why not quitting?” With this question, came the strongest reasons of not quitting as I started to ponder about the purpose of the initiation of the journey that I’ve decided to make.

 No matter how difficult or monotonous the present situations appeared to me, they would certainly be better than some of the adversities that I may encounter in near future. It has been 6 years now that I left my home for starting an educational journey at hostel. In the span of 6 years, I got a chance to stay at different places of India with different people from different cultural or economical background. Before embracing the life at hostel, I used to take a lot of stresses of exams in my school days in spite of being under the utmost care and support of my family. Never even had I imagined that the level of difficulties that I was going to encounter in near future was million times harder than those. Had I got aware of my future challenges, I would have let go those periods of stresses with ease. I learnt that the exams of life were not just confined to paper and pens but some of the challenging situations that demanded every ounce of my potential to be used to get through that. The role that my family played in uplifting me during the phases of my hopelessness was now transferred to me. Yes, I’m growing matured with every difficult situation I came across.    

          Amidst all those thoughts of self analysis, I almost forgot that the drops of rain were starting to wet my belongings which were arranged in a shelf kept closer to the window. Then, I had to rush to the place where the shelf was kept to transfer all those things to another place.

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Swati Sarangi

09.07.2017

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