learning and growing

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...