learning and growing

What a temporary stay makes happiness,isn't that's so? The loud ,fading and intense sounds hurt the ego I heard them say,'Experience changes a man' But look,O look!His grudging incapacitated stare. Blade cut chilled and bloody lips The pleading concentrated grip Can he stop to care? The End.

https://www.academia.edu/s/cef2eae717/the-calcutta-chromosomedocx?source=link

I like watching Bollywood movies,but I don't love all of them because most are mere action movies or based on a love triangle,or revolving around some incomplete love story (which is still likeable),unless it turns into a complete and fulfilling love story,which I find way too Utopian.Talking about movies,I watched 'Dear Zindagi',and though not too captivating,the movie was refreshing.It did for a moment,indeed talk about parenting and as I have already mentioned it in one of my previous posts,that this is really an ISSUE,to be talked about,to be discussed.Even the intellectual middle class and upper class pretend to care a lot about it,but the major crisis of such parenting issues take place within this social circle itself.I will give an example.If a girl from a middle class family becomes pregnant,her parents decide to move her house and they,along with her try to settle somewhere else.If not that,they psychologically torture her ,that is to say torture her enough,which...

Time is moving really slow,it seems.I have started walking too much on the streets of North Kolkata and it does not feel lonely at all when you have got so many sights to witness.Sex which is considered a 'taboo' issue in most middle class Indian families,is all very common on the streets of Kolkata.Back,last week when it poured heavily in this city,I saw two people having sex on the streets and yes they were from well to do families.Around five thirty every evening I see a well dressed up man come near my place and supply drugs to some and despite witnessing, the police does not do anything,they just pass.Last night when I was fidgeting with my clothes and earrings,I heard a man scream loudly.Going nearer the window I saw that his gold ring was stolen and his middle finger was bleeding badly.Obviously it was the doing of the thieves.I felt sorry for the man.Further,there are other strange things happening to me.Last day our department discovered a dead pigeon in the class...

There was a time when I had to walk fifteen minutes from my college to the place from where I got my lunch and then walk back to my college again,which took fifteen more minutes and all of this had to be done within a period break of forty five minutes,so if we calculate I had only fifteen minutes time in my hands to order the food and finish it,and sometimes when the place got flooded with too many people,I had lesser time.This was my second year of college. When I was leaving my Sadan Hostel,there were days when all that I used to have before the dinner were two chapattis with one big 'rosogolla'.I distinctly remember the owner of the sweet stall asking me to have some 'tarkari' from his meal,not once,not twice but many times.I always refused him with a smile but I will never forget him for his kindness.My classmates often smirked at me and there were a few who even told me,that 'O,come on,hostel life is not that difficult,knowing nicely (but never accepting),that...

So back in my second year when I read The Calcutta Chromosome,I felt extremely intrigued by the plot and had to read it a second time to understand the text completely.Now when I read it again,I stop to ask myself everytime,how can a writer write so well and come up with such a story.Mind you,Amitav Ghosh,the author, took a gap of eight years to pen this story down and he has got everything right in this novel.The language is easy to understand but a careful reading is required.He brings Kolkata alive to those readers who know the place well and also to those who don't.Murugan is probably THE loved character by all in this book, and the way Ghosh presents Murugan here,clearly throws light on how far Ghosh himself had gone,to make a detailed research for his creation.It is not surprising that he has been honoured with the Arthur C.Clarke Award for this.People claim this to be a Science Fiction story,and they are right about it because it is extremely fascinating to see the new gene...

Peace has been restored with the end of Durga Puja.No more waking up at five in the morning or staring at colourful dumb faces,or listening to all those useless bragging,or trying to avoid people you can't help cursing.I always feel glad,when I visit my hometown,more so because I treat this place, as a vacation spot nowadays,but to return back and immediately face the Pujas with all its hoch-poch-ness,is asphyxiating,that too because you know though a vacation,it is not exactly one,with all the paperwork, reference and every other thing that requires reading and reading which again demands peace.A few days back,someone just texted me saying of how I put an extra emphasis on 'I',everytime I write my blog and if you are reading this,I must say that, that nothing can be stupider than your question,because this is MY blog,where I write about MY experiences,likes,dislikes,feelings,and about everything that happens to ME. So there is nothing wrong in that.I have seen enough thick...

When people say,' why can't you live the British way of life?It helps you feel emotionally stronger and independent',-As if i was born to do that.The fact that I am humane and have my own weaknesses and strength,is not cared for.I really care little about people who try to boast about how excellently well they are in all their English ways,despite being brought up in an Indian family.I pity people who can't think anything beyond themselves.When it comes to me,i am first a Bengali,and then an Indian.I would prefer to have a lot many 'fuchkas' on the streets than to go to a five star restaurant and have my food,with more thinking and with more restrictions and following all the food eating etiquette.It becomes suffocating.I would rather speak more than pretend to be quiet,because that would ultimately make me dumb and i care about dumbness.I would love to stay alone,and then not stay alone and then miss my close people and then call them up,to say how much I miss ...

Recognition,who does not want it?Lately,I have started believing,that the target of education(not just the bookish knowledge), is recognition.Now this does not simply mean popularity,but it means more.To be recognized as someone is a lifetime achievement.Let me just give you an example.I have a church infront of my current place and beside the gate of that church stays a woman,whom everyone calls 'pagal buri'(Mad woman).That is her signature name.She is the recognized 'pagal buri' of our locality.Is not that something?.Well we all struggle really hard to achieve our goals and yet don't get the recognition,we desire.But the 'pagal buri' has it all,because she is the expert when it comes to genuine madness.Meanwhile,things have started settling in my new college.I have been extremely fortunate to have met some wonderful professors who possess the ability to completely capture your mind ,by their lectures.Another rare thing about my new college is that it has g...

I have a strange relationship with nights and this functions very differently in different places but the feeling of solitariness,always remain constant.This solitariness does not necessarily make me morose,but can give me joy too.There are just way too many sleepless nights that i have spend so far and today when i am being denied sleep again,my mind is forcing me to turn to a childhood chapter where no-sleep-night meant bliss and some unknown world of curious mystery.I distinctly remember,it was the night of 24th December.I was six years old and my mother was continuously patting my shoulder,so that i could easily fall off to sleep but how could I?That very morning i had watched all the cartoon network episodes,dealing with Santa Claus and of how he came to present the good kids with some beautiful gifts.Then my mother stopped patting me and i immediately knew that she had fallen asleep and this meant freedom to my eyes which yearned to see the spark in the night sky from the glass...

Of all the things that I have seen so far,death was far from the scene,but North Kolkata did not spare me of such morbid and painful sights.Last Thursday,when I was on my way back to Bidhan Sarani,from Rabindra Sadan,there was a huge traffic jam.Then i saw an old lady inside an ambulance and it was obvious to all who was watching her ,that she was fighting the battle of life.From what I could make out,she was accompanied by her son and daughter-in-law,and their small kid.The son was holding the old lady's hand but then something happened and I immediately knew that she was not alive anymore and my opinion was confirmed,when the son began to cry and vomit and shake the old lady,but the old lady did not show any movement and I watched the entire thing,while inside an auto in that heavy traffic jam.This has been the first time in my life,that I have watched someone die and probably I will never forget this episode.It has forced me again to think and question that isn't this unfa...

Life is different in my new temporary residential place.I got to make this place feel like my home and I am trying hard.The best thing about my room is that,one of the windows that face the North,provides me with a wonderful North Kolkata view and it is even more amazing when you view it at night and being a night bird,it is to my advantage.The last two days I was busy travelling the new roads in this place and that too all alone.Solitude and walk in a new place always provide me with some comfort-one just needs to be a little careful on the streets of Kolkata.I have also found some amazing sweetmeat shops and mouth watering 'fuchka' stalls near my college campus.I have also witnessed some truly humorous incidents here.I remember seeing a Jeep with almost seven people in it and the upper part of their bodies completely naked and they were singing at the top of their voices but how I wish I could complement them for their singing abilities because the humour was in their croaki...

At the end of my second year,i tried explaining my readers,about my relationship with the city Kolkata and how i hated it so much.Now,it is the beginning of my post graduation,in the same city and i must say,i have fallen in love with this place.True that it took me quite a few months to do that,but i have started liking things here.Not that i am unaware of the unpleasant factors of the place,but i also know that no place can be completely perfect.I still don't like the clumsiness of the place,the crowd,the unhygienic atmosphere,the rapid life but i like how it all seems to end in a chaos,but it never does.I like the way the sun rises and suddenly everyone is seen working,and talking and quarreling on the streets,at a time i would consider early morning.The best part is perhaps the street food:they often end up giving you a ' Delhi Belly',but the food is available at a cheap rate and is always very delicious,and never even try to know about the ingredients that are put to ...

The moving time,prompts the pen to work. Does it have an inkling about it's status of eternality? The valueless is always more valued than the valuable, But that should not harm the germ of ingenuity. It is 2:08A.M.It is so dark outside.Till date,it has always puzzled me to think that darkness can be some sort of inspiration.But darkness is in fact,the source of all creativity.Darkness is so dark,that it makes you think.If darkness was an entity,could we really question its perseverance?It is so still and calm.'To envy darkness',we must be worthy enough.Did you ever witness its' intensity to remain so constantly silent.But the silence has strangely got words in it:words with which you are cursed,words you can't come out of or escape. I know darkness.It has got eyes.I know it is vigilant.I know it lacks a place,but do you know you still...

Do you know what's wrong with people and this country?I will give you a hint.Some days back i went in search of my paying guest accommodation in Kolkata and on visiting the place,i tried ringing the door bell quite a few times but nobody answered,except for a dog who was barking loudly.I soon learned,that it was a pet but something that kept on bothering me was the fact that,i could see from the window that the fan and light of the room in the ground floor was switched on,yet nobody answered.I tried to peep in,and indeed there was noone and then suddenly i saw an aged lady pass by,and before i interrogated her on it,she informed me that the light and fan was in the switch on mode because of the pet dog,who by the way was no where inside the room but resting itself on the stairs,close to the entrance door.How do i know?As i said,i peeped in.I was not shocked by the lady's comment,but i was definitely upset.I have always been very economical in my life,one reason that people ofte...

I am both excited and nervous about my new start.I am filled with anticipation and sometimes i really overthink about how the next two years will turn out.It makes me laugh when i think that i am studying in the rival college of my previous college,but then i just can't deny that it is after all one of the best post graduate colleges in Kolkata.I have already met some new people and the one question that both the old and new ask me is,'What will you do next'?My answer is always a big 'I DON'T KNOW'.I mean most of them want to be professors or get some good government job,or be in the publishing sector and often dream of becoming an editor.Some dream of further studies.For me,it is all so confusing,especially when i think about the realistic barriers.Like for example,if i go for further studies,won't age pose itself as a big hindrance later?!It is not going to stop for me and my studies after all.And maintaining a double life,by staying in a hostel is no ...

I am almost done with my two internships now.Some five or six years back,when i was a student of class eleven in St.Michael's School,i could hardly think, that some day i would come back,in the same school to teach class eleven and i am so grateful to Mr.Jones,our new principal,who gave me the opportunity to teach the senior classes, knowing and considering that i was just an English Honours graduate and a novice in the job field.All that i had to face was two interviews,and trust me when i say that he did not even ask for my CV,and did not bother to look into my mark sheets.I have learned so much from this place and it won't be wrong to say that whatever i am today,it is only cause of my school.I learned all the bad and good(mostly good) things from this school as a student and i don't regret the bad things i learned as a student.Staying with the tag of a 'good girl' is so boring after all.This school made my family proud when i was selected as the House captain ...

Because I am too attached to things that exist only in my mind,Because I am too attached to characters that exist in fiction,Because I am too attached to toys that don't speak,Because I am too attached to imaginations that never cease to exist,Because I am too attached to the consistent yearning I know not of,Because I am too attached to the innocence that surrounds me,Because I am too attached to the human bonds that pleasure me,That I feel lonely enough to write this, when I should not be. I am drowsy,but sleep fails to approach me,I am tired but exhaustion doesn't overcome me,I am completely cross with my fascinated choke near my throat,But I hardly can subdue my feelings in me... No,I don't feel caged,But I feel bound,No I don't have wings,But I wanna try to fly,Yes my hopes have often fooled me,But never could they mangle me,Yes I have seen my will break down,But never did it annihilate me 'Tic-Tock,Tick- Tock',cries the Moon and Sun,They never fail to show...

Getting oneself involved in too many things can be really hectic.But I won't say much now,because I need to survive challenges and this month is going to be tough.I must gather enough confidence and courage to stand against all odds,and keep reminding myself in the hardest of times,of all the promises that I have made to myself,and trust me there is no way to cheat one's own conscience,and hence things must continue the way they are suppose to.I generally shy away from talking to new people and since I am meeting so many of them now,I must say,that it has not brought any change in me.I still take time to open up and once I do that,I am more liberal in my conversation with the other person,but by the time I open up, most people seem to make up their own minds about me and I am back to being alone,not that I regret it or don't enjoy it.I always have my books giving me company and nothing can be better,I assure.Recently I have met a girl,in the school I teach, who can speak u...

Recently I came across an article about prostitution in Anandabazar Patrika and it made me wander and wonder.Stories about some underpriviledged teen girls,who were brought into the prostitution market by means of kidnapping but they were lucky enough to be rescued by the Police but their going back to their families were against their wishes because they wanted to continue their living as sex workers.Isn't this shocking?But do you know why?These sex workers claimed their lives to be happier as sex workers because they got the opportunity to eat as much as they felt,had their own rooms and had their own luxurious belongings,while their poor lives denied them such facilities.The elite class might think of the word 'respect' and how a 'rightfully lived life' might bring this word as a gift,but being right and being wrong is not for us to decide,don't you think?A person who has always earned black money will see no wrong in his ways of earning,but for a man who has...

A few days back i finished reading 'Kadambari Devi's Suicide note',by Ranjan Banerjee and though it struck odd notes in many places(my opinion),it definitely falls into the category of the must read books,especially if you want to explore Tagore's world.Most intellectuals or want to be intellectuals, appreciate Tagore for his modern outlook,but appreciating the modern aspects of a character or mind is vastly different from experiencing it first hand,and the process can be painful,like a morbid pleasure,it can be so addictive,that one does not want to come out of it, rather can't come out of it.This is exactly what happened with Kadambari Devi.A dilemma she was in because she was sapiosexual and was in love with her husband's brother,ROBI(Rabindranath Tagore).She was an exceptional talent but failed to realize it not just because of the environment that surrounded her but also because she loved Tagore with all her dreams and not just her life.An exceptionally unc...

A-That brain provoked me. B-But the brain was silent. A-The silent brain provoked me. B-But did not you hear? A-Eh what...?! B-The heart,that brain had a heart.It was loud. A-The brain provoked me. B-But did not you see? A-Whaaaat?! B-The tears that it cried. A-The brain provoked me. ...

I am writing after a long time.I can see a lot of serious changes in my life,right now.I won't say,i have been too busy,but it took me a real good effort to analyze certain traits in my character and of what do i want for myself in the coming times.The more i meet new people and the more i think about the people i have already met,i become proud of my parents and my upbringing.I am so happy that my parents never taught me to get things the easy way.I am happy that they have always asked me to fight in the correct manner,without deliberately hurting someone and to be always proud of what i face as a consequence,whether good or bad.I have seen much failure in my life and they taught me to value it.So another blow won't mean more than a tough challenge to me.By this time i have started valuing my critics.They really mean a lot to me.True that i filter out the unnecessary crap coming out from them,but i also pay attention to what they say,because that in a way helps me overcome the...

I have always made it a point to mention in my previous posts, that thinking is an art and a person without thoughts is like a computer without a keyboard (not the best way to illustrate it though).However too much thinking is injurious both physically and emotionally.What i will confess now,would appear more like a confession from a loser but indeed the past few days,i did not feel like waking up from my sleep.No,i did not want to see myself dead but i had panic attacks right from the time i woke up.I thought too much-about my parents,my career,my goals and what not.And one thought always lead to another and it never stopped.Sadly my efforts to divert my mind from all these things,proved to be just one more way of adding thoughts to the already over burdened mind.I even googled stress free yogas and soon had a wiki wide knowledge about meditation but all in vain.Easy to read but hard to incorporate in ones' schedule.Sleep did not come to me easily but waved a good bye too soon.I...

It is not uncommon nowadays to deny things you like.But why?You watch a reality show but pretend you don't,or you listen to a pop song and know the lyrics by heart but say people 'this is the first time that i am hearing this song'.Let me tell you all one thing-even i have tried this dumbness and not to lie,many times.And if you are one such victim all i can ask of you is to 'calm down and relax'.All must be well acquainted with the saying that what's not popular isn't culture.Accept it,whether you like it or not that Twilight,Facebook,Undercut or all those things that are utterly ridiculous dominate our culture now.It is all pop culture and sometimes you just don't want to be a part of such horrible system but then your secret habits quite match the taste of pop culture,but since you're not like the rest or that's what you exactly portray yourself to be,or like to think of yourself as one such,you end up struggling to thrust yourself as a cultu...

https://www.academia.edu/25529997/Society_and_Gender_Crisis_with_reference_to_the_character_Blanche_DuBois_in_Tennessee_Williams_A_Streetcar_Named_Desire._Kamalika_Mitra Have a look.And if the link is broken you can just copy the address and then google it or get the direct link from the comment box below(as shared and available on Google plus).

What I miss most about my childhood days?Well all the games that i used to play as a child.There is a nearby field in our colony,and that serves as a playground as well.The authorities have named it Paschimanchal.As a kid,my friends and I used to regularly visit this favourite spot and it was our daily routine to come out from our houses at five in the evening and then attack the playground.The playground slip used to be our first destination and the game that we used to play there was named as 'toy train' by us.You will get the idea-imagine each of us position and sit behind each other such that each of us stood to represent one compartment of a train and there always used to be five or seven of us sitting one,after the other as compartments and when we were all well convinced that it was time for the train to go,the first person used to slip down and wait till the others came down after him,one after the other and hit one from behind,but that used to be fun with no intention...

I hate the auto-correct option in my cell phone,it just make things go wrong and thanks Madhulina for pointing this out.I believe i cannot blame anyone for this,not even the auto-correct option,because i should always revise and then publish my posts.I have made the necessary corrections in my previous post.Yesterday night i was missing my college and i was thinking to myself,how would that be if we all get back to college and that too at night-how would that be if we were made to listen to lectures at night?Or maybe engage ourselves into some on the moment serious activity or activities.Then my mind went back to Kolkata again,but then i stopped myself from thinking too much about it because the city awaits.At home things are so different.I have so many things to do,yet at times find myself with nothing practically.That day one of the many articles in the newspaper spoke about Kerala and the recent degradation of this state,keeping in view the recent rape case of a law student and i ju...

How do you know that you have finished reading a good book?Because the book has won a Man Booker Prize award or a Pulitzer prize or something as vague as the word 'connecting'.Readers connect with characters and to incidents in the book and ultimately come to the climax-'This book is so me!'I will tell you my experience.I finished reading some eleven books this last one month and right after I finished reading Coetzee's Disgrace,I immediately knew,that I have read a great book.Yes,Yes it did win a Booker Prize,but then so,so many books receive one every year,but this book is beyond my imagination.To appreciate the book,one can interpret it from the protagonist's perspective-David Lurie,or from his daughter's-Lucy Lurie(as I did),or from both the perspectives.I don't want to say what this book is about,one can always Google it,but I will convey my readers of what made me feel that I am lucky enough to have read this book.To me,I shall say the story is fem...

Who says English is easy?I honestly did not know how to pronounce Freud-it was confusing,until one day one of my schoolmates corrected me,indirectly and since then I know that I need to pronounce it as FROYED and not FREEEEEUD.Lets take an easy example-COW;a person not knowing the English alphabets may pronounce it as CO,because the W in itself is a two syllabic word(if we consider it's spelling),so people can be mistaken and they can pronounce it as Co and then W but it's real pronunciation is CAUU.Another simple example can be the word MORE.Judged from the spelling,it should sound as MOR-E,with a clear emphasis on E,but in English we don't do that because the E becomes silent.The same goes for the word LATE because we don't pronounce it as LATE-E.Confusion persists in the pronounciation of A as well.It becomes difficult for us to contemplate if we should pronounce A as we normally do,when we follow the English alphabetical chart or should we pronounce it as Aaaaa.So w...

What do we need to learn from the western civilization?I will just give a hint.A few days back, on my way home from my friend's house,I saw an auto halt at a place nearby and then there was this American(as far as I could judge from his accent),who stepped out from the auto,gave the driver the money,and said him 'Thank You,Sir'.A thing which we Indians hardly do,is'nt it?The driver can be a bad man,can be a good man,maybe he is also uneducated but 'thank you' and 'sir' are words that are widely acknowledged even in the uneducated groups.The man must have felt so happy by those kind words.And there is indeed so much to thank for,after all he helped the foreigner to reach home safely.Yes,we need to learn what the word 'humble' stands for?I recognize what it is to be helped by a stranger in an alien land.I have also noticed few other things like these foreigners,when they come to stay in our country,they respect our country more than we do,like for ...

Nothing can be better than being at home and feeling at home.I just have all i require-the atmosphere to read and write,my coffee mug,a heart with zero expectations(i assure),some really good books,my parents,my childhood buddy.Last few days in Durgapur has been pretty good.I remember last to last day,i went on a scooty ride with my father and did some green shopping as well.The ride was in and across the villages in Durgapur and it was so amazing.The mud huts and the hay,children playing with hens,and,cows.My readers are probably smiling at my mention of the last word but i must confess that i love the eyes of cows-black dreamy eyes.I have noticed a difference between the eyes of cows here and Gujarat.In Gujarat the cows have better eyes.Well let us not go into too much detail.Seeing the children playing in front of their huts made me sentimental-they definitely need education but somewhere i felt being an apologist to the idea that they should not be burdened with city lifestyle.I f...

How hard it is to be sincere!You are not only sincere towards your work but to your entire environment and as a result you end up being too cautious all the time,trying to reach near perfection and even if you do,you are not happy.I know how it is and i end up laughing at myself and sometimes envying people who are free from such strings of sincerity.Some people are of the opinion-'you will thank yourself for this later',well to them i will just say that i don't need to thank myself for this because it is more a burden than a pleasure and i can't stop myself from getting burdened because i feel lonely;so i both hate and love being sincere.I hate and love it when i wake up thirty minutes prior to my alarm,when i try to both socialize as per my needs and then not socialize and shut myself up in my space to do what i think i should do and i make it a point to do and maintain both the things,because i am sincere to both,i love and hate myself for being too sincere to not fo...

Your 22nd birthday reminds me of my one year of active blogging.Lets take a walk down the memory lane for a while-It was on 31st of October,2002, that i first saw you in class 2(A),and since then,till now,a lot many things and changes have taken place,and of how far i have seen and known people,i can claim,that besides,my parents and grandfather,it is you whom i consider my friend and i still don't regret the worst years of our lives,because it has definitely contributed to what we are and to who we are in our lives today, and now that we know more and have learned from our experiences,i am sure someday our desires will materialize the way we want them to,because success is nothing if not shared with family,and you have managed to become one in these last four years,standing by me all the time,helping and guiding me in the right direction,and i will forever be indebted for the good that you have done to my mind.I am thankful to God for such a good companion,who was born on 17th A...

So what i have realized is being sincere is difficult-because people expect you to be sincere,you yourself expect yourself to be sincere,work expect you to be sincere,circumstances expect you to be sincere and being sincere all the time is just so boring for there are always rules to remind you of what you should do and of what you should not do and life is defined,not just by the do's and dont's.The past three weeks was all about sincerity and i did not read any essay,article,novel outside my syllabus and that has what contributed to my growing frustration.However i have started enjoying life again,not that i am not frustrated and somewhere it becomes a necessity for me.Why?!Some other post may be.I have recently met a few people who have been deeply affected by Kanhaiya Kumar and his thoughts and like most others who claim without knowing much,that Kanhaiya Kumar should be the present prime minister,these few people claimed so, knowing much on the topic and they asked me abou...

I am so tired with people saying me things such as,'Why don't you go and read at home,since your exam is approaching?'O,yes people can be that annoying in a 'democratic' country.Some people suggest me the one notable word,'ignore'.No I cannot.My exams,my business and as long as I know that I can accomplish what I want to,even without scoring extremely good marks or by topping the class,I am more than fine with it.And I am happy that my parents too,share my views.That day I was telling one of my classmates over the phone,that someday with our 'dazzling' marks,even if we get a really good job,earning something nearly one lakh in a month,would be a waste.We would then,perhaps use only fifty thousand and end up saving the rest in our banks.What use of such a life?We won't even know what will happen to that saved money,if we die suddenly.Similarly,every college gives a criteria for admission,and sometimes people who get 90% and people who get 69%,get ...

Madhulina,if you are reading this. When the narrow competition is God... When sparks endeavour to shut down, As a part of a lonely journey . When paths fall down on their own, . When they flatten and are gone, . To stop the deadliest sin to come, . To conceal the mature alert concern- . The jeopardised realization and revelation, . The victimised God learns,the psyche of the man. . A failed Soul,more impressive and imperative Than to be just a despot of Elsium... . He sulks,because the seven circles are inactive; . ...

I just heard some boys in a computer cafe claim that,' stress?woh kya hota hai?Bahut hi filmy hai.(Stress,what is that?It is too filmy).I gave them a cold stare and they giggled obviously because they thought i am some junior trying to act strange with them.I regret that i did not get that courage to tell them,then and there that it's not at all dramatic but it is dangerous and depressing.Stress is not what one feels when one knows that the exams are approaching or what one feels after a breakup.Stress is something that pops up in your life,even at times,when your life is at complete peace.It might obviously occur during serious misfortunes but sometimes it doesn't even need that ground to showcase itself.All that one can feel is a pain of choking inside the throat,near the chest that pulls one down even if one tries hard to come up.The brain is all jammed and one cannot think of functioning properly because one cannot think clearly in the first place.No matter how hard one...

The extremely maniacal attitude of people to prove that they are the best find its climax in proving exactly the opposite.It is comical and dangerous.Even i had this fever some years back,but now i rather feel happy to assert i am not the best,and not even the very good.I am good and that is enough.I remember in this last year of my college,we were asked by a teacher to write a dialogue concerning the discussion between a student and his guardian,about the future plans of the student.We wrote it and then we submitted our exercise books to our teacher for correction and soon forgot about it but then i remember one of our classmates who actually wanted everyone to hear what she has written which according to some was more an advertisement than really wanting to know if her writing was good?No,i don't have grudges against her or anyone but this is exactly what is so dangerous.Recently i went to one of our societal weddings,where everybody was busy announcing as to from where they had...

Black is what?The shadow,the color,the emptiness?Black is what?Your hair,your eyes or your face?Black is what?A name,an abstract entity or a thoughtless thought?Black is what?The night,the scar or the heart?Black is what?A trouble,an injustice or a path?Black is what?Maybe just that unity of darkness when we close our eyes.