Biography of Swatimalya Chattopadhyay
An M.Tech in Chemical Engg from IIT, Kharagpur, India.
Presently working as Asstt.General Manager in Rourkela Steel Plant.
Swatimalya had visited the then USSR (Moscow in Russia and Donetsk in Ukrain) from October 1987 to February 1988 on official trip, while being in RDCIS (Research and Development Centre for Iron & Steel) , SAIL (Steel Authority of india Ltd.) .
She comperes official functions and the seminars organized by the professional bodies and conducts quiz programmes on technical and general topics.
Loves to read poetries and listen to music.At times writes poetries.
Swatimalya Chattopadhyay's Works:
Swatimalya Chattopadhyay Poems
A Daughter's Gratitude To A Loving Mothe...
I can renounce all worldly pleasures To strengthen our bond Your love, care and concern are my treasures Which precipitate a coating around
Woes Of A Working Woman
(The poem has been written in the context of a working woman of India who holds a responsible post in the office at the same time has a nuclear family to manage) . Worked up and tired She looks very haggard
'Solitude'-the word despicable for some, precludes socializing, devoid of bond,
I am mesmerized by your charm and beauty The orange innocuous appearance reveals soft and silky It draws me closer and I feel like relishing gleefully Your touch, embrace and vicinity.
When I traverse by a lift, want someone beside since I am apprehensive of lift's midway ceasing,
Dreams And The Reality
(The poem is dedicated to Dr.Subhendu Kar, the great poet, who in a way has been my mentor, as he constantly inspires me to write.I am deeply indebted to him for his valued suggestion and the theme of the poem has been an offshoot of his poem Curve of Meaning) . Like 'Crest' and 'Trough' of an alternating current
In a breezy evening I cruise my boat on a calm sea, above me remains the star-studded sky, darkness spells all around and
Nothing is impressive Look, Gait, Smile. Clumsy, Bizarre In old fashioned style.
(The poem is based on a real-life incident and is being dedicated to a girl child of about seven years who succumbed to an intravenous injection and passed away in 1996, in the western part of India. The poet expresses her full regards to the doctor fraternity and does not intend to make them responsible in anyway) Mother said, ' She is superb, we'll make her a doctor' Father said, ' Maths is her forte, why not an engineer? '
Shattered (?) Dream Of A Budding Poet
At the age of twenty five She discovered her skill Started writing poetries With tremendous zeal.
I Can Feel
(Dedicated to my husband Abichal) I can feel your unfathomable love
Queen Of The Kingdom
“Disorganized”, ”Clumsy” “Domestic front lousy”- the chronic comments I ever hear, I swear to clean every nook and corner
Your subtle touch ignited spark from my within.
The magic wand of fairy God mother turns the pumkin into a cart Cinderella’s ragged dress transformed to silky gown makes her look pretty and smart.
I am mesmerized by your charm and beauty
The orange innocuous appearance reveals soft and silky
It draws me closer and I feel like relishing gleefully
Your touch, embrace and vicinity.
But alas! a mere closeness
Makes me feel how cruel you are
The signs of your cruelty
Are left in the form of a blister.