learning and growing

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...