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Kingmaker 14 on 16th Jan 2011

2011-01-17T17:02:00.001+05:30

part FOURTEEN: “I came here after one full year to hear that only ONE job has been performed!” he said in a ominous tone, “You guys are sleeping and idling around at my expense, right?”

“They are getting smarter sir!” the man on the other side replied. “It seems they are sharing their experiences and getting a hunch that some gang is working around the village.”

“Then change your tactics. I will raise the rewards. I want some feedback about your success and failures. In case I can suggest some thing.” he said, and after a meaningful pause he continued, “Don’t test my patience, it’s my hard earned money that’s getting wasted here.”

“Meet me in the regular restaurant, tomorrow at seven in the evening.” he disconnected the phone. A look of deep dissatisfaction was painted on his face.

CRAZY AND CUNNING WAYS OF A SICK MIND- THE SHOW CONTINUES.

It’s a long story, Quite a long one; Its fiction but reality based fiction. I have been thinking about writing this story since I wrote my first story and realized Atleast half a dozen people thought that was good.

I have been writing vigorously since then so that I can write two long stories, first is already done and posted on blog, “Honey Trap” (http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com) and the second one is this.

I will go really slowly on this one, because I am doing quite ample thinking, editing on this, I don’t want to rush through it like I do with all my other works.

It will be updated whenever I feel like updating it. To keep it tidy I have started a page for it, the URL of the page:

The part FOURTEEN is updated now here:

http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/kingmaker/

join me in this journey….

Insomnia

2011-01-17T17:01:00.001+05:30

You all will find me here:

poems:
http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com

stories:
http://magicthought.wordpress.com

novel, long stories, musings etc:
http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com

some dreams, some awards, some poems:
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com

S.T. 11.1.11

2011-01-11T18:06:00.000+05:30

KINGMAKER 13 on 11.1.11

2011-01-11T18:05:00.001+05:30

part THIRTEEN: His car entered the same house. A man observing him from the balcony of the house opposite turned away when their eyes met.

The neighbours knew that he was an ex army man with violent temper. He roamed around the country without any purpose. Had no friend, family or acquaintance, used this house to rest when he was too tired.

They called it the rat-hole of a man gone wrong by too many sufferings. They avoided him because of his horrible temper but not with hatred, but pity.

People treated him with sympathy and nonchalance. Sympathy for his disfigured face and nonchalance was formed due to his rude behaviour.

The story revolved in the neighbourhood that he was a very handsome man in youth, and then an explosion disfigured him and chained him to hospital bed for three full years.

His wife betrayed him and his family abandoned him. He came out of the hospital hating everyone. That hatred stayed with him.

He went inside and locked the door. He rarely stepped out of the house.

He took utmost care that the neighbours treated him like plague. So that none notices his movements.

CRAZY AND CUNNING WAYS OF A SICK MIND.

It’s a long story, Quite a long one; Its fiction but reality based fiction. I have been thinking about writing this story since I wrote my first story and realized Atleast half a dozen people thought that was good.

I have been writing vigorously since then so that I can write two long stories, first is already done and posted on blog, “Honey Trap” (http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com) and the second one is this.

I will go really slowly on this one, because I am doing quite ample thinking, editing on this, I don’t want to rush through it like I do with all my other works.

It will be updated whenever I feel like updating it. To keep it tidy I have started a page for it, the URL of the page:

The part THIRTEEN is updated now here:

http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/kingmaker/

join me in this journey….

some thoughts 2.1.11

2011-01-02T21:35:00.001+05:30

window

2011-01-02T21:33:00.001+05:30

happy 2011

2011-01-01T19:07:00.001+05:30

My fingers are restless,
what about yours?
they are telling me to pick up the lyre
and start playing with it
whatever my ear wants to hear
let my fingers strum them out

Looking forward to a beautiful year like the year I passed with you all, your loving companionship made it a perfect year for me.

Hope you too had a marvelous year like I had.

Happy New Year!

You all will find me here:

poems:
http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com

stories:
http://magicthought.wordpress.com

novel, long stories, musings etc:
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some dreams, some awards, some poems:
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com

kingmaker 11 on 1.1.11

2011-01-01T19:04:00.001+05:30

part ELEVEN: He won their trust by lavishly helping them. Once he was out of that place he used to send his best men there, to corrupt their minds, to make them a part of the same hell he was, and he thought his mother and sister were.

He did not want to kill them that would have been an easy death. He wanted to kill their soul, their dignity, their love.

A mind full of hate and his ways of settling scores.

It’s a long story, Quite a long one; Its fiction but reality based fiction. I have been thinking about writing this story since I wrote my first story and realized Atleast half a dozen people thought that was good.

I have been writing vigorously since then so that I can write two long stories, first is already done and posted on blog, “Honey Trap” (http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com) and the second one is this.

I will go really slowly on this one, because I am doing quite ample thinking, editing on this, I don’t want to rush through it like I do with all my other works.

It will be updated once a week, but later it may get updated once a fortnight. To keep it tidy I have started a page for it, the URL of the page:

The part ELEVEN is updated now here:

http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/kingmaker/

join me in this journey….

2010

2010-12-31T19:09:00.003+05:30

another footprint in the shore of life…. 2010
so many things passed by
happiness, joy, sorrow, love, achievements
some are going to stay forever
like the shells we pick up and bring home
some will lie there in the shore
waiting to be washed away.

It was a beautiful year for me, I hope it was same for you too. Its been a blessing to know you all, hope to stay in your hearts, and if possible life for the years to come.

You all will find me here:

poems:
http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com

stories:
http://magicthought.wordpress.com

novel, long stories, musings etc:
http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com

some dreams, some awards, some poems:
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com

kingmaker

2010-12-25T17:47:00.001+05:30

part TEN: His father was wrong. When devil takes control of human heart and arms they forget love.

That night those who surrounded their home were his neighbours. He used to call them uncle; they used to call his father brother, his mother sister in law…………

Different people take inhumanity in different ways; some leave the justice on God some beg devil to settle their scores. Don’t play with lives of others; you can never tell who will come down or come up to settle his scores!

It’s a long story, Quite a long one; Its fiction but reality based fiction. I have been thinking about writing this story since I wrote my first story and realized Atleast half a dozen people thought that was good.

I have been writing vigorously since then so that I can write two long stories, first is already done and posted on blog, “Honey Trap” (http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com) and the second one is this.

I will go really slowly on this one, because I am doing quite ample thinking, editing on this, I don’t want to rush through it like I do with all my other works.

It will be updated once a week, but later it may get updated once a fortnight. To keep it tidy I have started a page for it, the URL of the page:

The part TEN is updated now here:

http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/kingmaker/

join me in this journey…

merry christmas

2010-12-25T17:43:00.002+05:30

Merry Christmas everyone!

you can check my poetries in:
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fantasies in:
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com

stories in:
http://magicthought.wordpress.com

long stories, scribblings in:
http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com

writing

2010-12-01T19:07:00.003+05:30

Well, I have left this blog but I am still blogging.
In case anyone is interested to read my stories, he/she can check:

http://magicthought.wordpress.com/

if he/she wants to read my scribblings/thoughts in that case:

http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com

poetry:

http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/

dreams:

http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com

wish you all the very best, will be glad to see you in wordpress.

Cat woman

2010-08-19T19:30:00.000+05:30

“Who is that lady?” Titas asked her cousin.

They were standing side by side on his roof, a middle aged lady was feeding a huge battalion of mixed species of creatures- birds, cats, dogs and a cow was visible.

“We call her miao aunty.” He giggled.

“Why?”

“She picks up all strays from the locality and shelters them.”

“Do her pets bother you guys?”

“No. they are so stuffed up with food that they don’t eat any thing they are offered by others.”

“Then you should appreciate her having as your neighbour. Respect her. Her heart is huge. Even if those naive animals sometimes bother you, you can forgive them. You know, animals too have a right to live, eat and in huge towns or metros their lives are miserable.”

“I guess you are right.”

sharmishtha basu

Brothers

2010-08-19T19:28:00.000+05:30

Four brothers, two sisters. Five of them doted on their baby sister. She slipped into dark alleys and stayed there because she initially was not allowed to go out and then the lucrative bonuses of sold soul captured her.

Everyone doesnot wants to sell their soul, so once a girl walked in but walked out, challenging them to touch her if they dare.

The baby sister was the one who was trying to pull her in the darkness; every head meant lot of money. She saw red when her prey fled. She called out to her family-the SOS reached them before the brave-heart could reach her home.

So the brothers started to chase her, pretending that she was engaged to one of them and ran away just before marriage, because her parents have found out a BBD (bigger better deal) for her. Leaving him fuming and heartbroken.

This trick worked because they found out quite a lot of sympathetic persons who tried to make the lovers meet each other.

They succeeded; a good Samaritan tracked the girl and promised the killer that he will make arrangements of his meeting the love of his life, the girl was fooled into their lair and killed.

But they forgot one thing – she too had brothers and family.

Evil intentions

2010-08-19T19:27:00.000+05:30

We often meet these people in walk of life. People who hide their deadly intentions behind the cover of friendship or sweetness.

I have a strange power of feeling the true intention of people. No matter how much a person sweet talks with me, if I see him face to face or mix with him for too long I can feel his real intentions.

Still I believe in giving my hunches a long spell of time before I turn them into belief. Sadly, in ninety nine percent cases my hunches turn into belief.

Is it a God given gift or all of us having this power? Only most of us ignore it? This power of looking through the outer covering and observe what is inside. I think we all have this power. Some of us cherish it and some ignore it.

Cruelty

2010-08-19T19:26:00.000+05:30

Cruelty is cruelty, right? These days I feel a little confused if I got the statement wrong. All of a sudden a voice is gaining a large volume an eye for an eye. And the advocates of this view call others cruel. How can I be kind if I believe in eye for an eye?

I believe we call name to every thing which doesnot fits our views. We never even try to walk a meter in shoes of others, forget about a mile.

We call military invasion just, but we call terrorism heinous act. We ignore lockup, starvation deaths calmly, as if there is nothing wrong in that, its just a part of life but we lynch pickpockets if we can get our hands on them.

Sometimes when I look at ourselves from a distance I can feel how the viewers of roman circus were in middle ages. Every thing which is socially permitted or legally permitted is acceptable to us; we watch it sipping our tea. Every thing which is out of social tracks is disgusting to us, it brings out the beast inside us.

Sharmishtha basu

Bibhishan and karna

2010-08-19T19:24:00.000+05:30

Bibhishan is admired in Indian society. A just man who betrayed his own tyrannical brother Ravana and helped Ram to fight and conquer him. He became king of Lanka when Ram conquered it.

Its true I don’t appreciate all of his actions, may be what he did was needed for betterment of society. But somehow he fails to earn my respect.

Karna, the eldest of Pandavas, discarded by his unmarried mother at birth, brought up by a poor couple. He chose Duryodhana because he was treated with respect by Duryodhana. He even joined some of his dark deeds like insulting his own sister in law Draupadi.

This man, with quite a handful of vices is not a much admired character.

I personally can’t feel that disrespect for him. His loyalty toward a person who has honoured him when the whole world insulted him.

His giving away his magical shields to Narada, knowing very well that it meant signing his own death warrant. Just because he never refused a beggar. These few are quite noble trait to me.

I think India has produced quite a lot of Bibhishan. At-least one in every historical event. Not much of Karna though.

I wonder if we had looked down upon Bibhishan, would there have been less number of traitors?

Beautiful earth

2010-08-19T19:23:00.000+05:30

Being born on this magnificent planet we take it as a right. And take so many, so magnificent things for granted.

Was just recently watching a sci-fi movie, twelve monkeys, just like all doom day movies it too had the same basic story, a strange virus attacks human race and human beings have to leave the earth and build some place above ground to dwell.

Earth goes to wild creatures. Who roam freely all over it.

In a few of its scene, bruce willis was ecstatic to breathe freely. To see the trees and birds. Hope we wont invite any thing of that sort on us and start giving this priceless planet the respect it deserves.

Three vultures

2010-08-08T18:07:00.000+05:30

Mr. Mitra, Mr. Das and Mr. Gupta. Three respectable senior citizens. Above sixty. All three of them millionaire, factory owners owned factories attached to each other in same industrial complex.

They were as close as three friends can be.

That was one side of them.

They had grown up kids who did the main running around in the business. These three friends mainly handled the finance side. They had to stay in the office all day to handle the payments. Too much time, too little to do.

They used to spend most of their time on internet, visiting chat rooms, befriending young girls using photographs of their handsome ex employees. Once befriended prying out their phone numbers was an easy game.

The second thing they used to do was calling the girl up and offer her a job. The girl naturally used to walk in the trap, thinking she must have submitted the c.v.

Once the girl entered their lair the three old monkeys used to start their game. If she joined Mr. Mitra then Mr. Das and Mr. Gupta used to try to lure her to the path of easy virtues and huge cash- if the bird was killed then they all shared the meat like good friends. If she did not she was dismissed or harassed to no end, resulting in her resignation or job change.

This game continued for quite a long time till they made a mistake. One of the girl found her cyber friend in their ex employee register and started to ask questions to other employees.

But her spirit sank

2010-08-08T18:05:00.000+05:30

She was basking with happiness. The red bridal attire burning on her body. Her parents have bought the exact shade of red which will look good on their dark complexioned daughter. Her husband was as handsome as Adonis. Theirs was a love marriage.

She came down from the car. He was looking at her from the corner of his eyes. Soon giggling girls and women took her inside. She was sitting there, her heart full of happiness and dream.

When she heard, “Ketan could not find a better match for himself? She is ugly. There must be some defect in Ketan, otherwise he would have never married her.”

“Hush aunty. The defect is in you. You showed it by saying those cruel words loudly, its her day, don’t ruin it. Ketan knows a diamond that’s why he picked up one.” Another voice retorted.

But her spirit sank.

Sharmishtha basu

Privacy in webworld

2010-08-08T18:04:00.000+05:30

Privacy is the most illusive word in internet. I have been harassed to no end by a gang of trolls for more than two years so I mostly keep a check on my visibility on internet. I practice all the safety measures like gurumantra- deleting private files and every thing etc etc.

Even after that, I feel a little sarcastic when I see that if someone is obsessed with me, like those trolls were, they can find out even the comments I have posted on the blogs of my friends. How close am I to a specific cyber-friend, and after that they can play their games.

They won’t have to take trouble of tracking me; internet will do that favour to them.

Will it be rude if I say it’s a gross invasion in one’s private conversation with one’s friends?

Pixie trixie and family

2010-08-08T18:03:00.000+05:30

It seems pixie is growing up in leaps and bounds. I had the vague feeling since the day he revolted against being kept indoors. The desperation of his attempts told me there was something more than I was seeing. It was aka is, it is trixie. A kitten who looks just like him. The similarity is quite ample. She spends most of her time at my window these days.

I am trying to play matchmaker. But she is not very keen to allow Pixie near. She is cute as a button for sure. Hope things will work out fine.

LOL a bizarre twist in my feline love story. Last evening trixie introduced me to her two priceless possessions- two kittens as small as my cellphones I guess, or a little bigger. Today morning she came with all three of them.

They are so very beautiful. Good sign is trixie is not defensive against pixie. And pixie is only curious about the tiny ones, not hostile.

Sharmishtha basu
15.07.10

YOU

2010-08-01T15:10:00.000+05:30

Janie had her own problems. Sad memories. But she never showed them to outside world and kept them to herself. She never believed in pillows to sob in.

Her best friend lived a normal life, that is she thought that Mel was her best friend. She loved sharing her happiest moments with her. And when Janie was out of her sight, Mel used to confide into her circle that Janie was jealous of her. How did she knew that? Because Janie was never happy to hear her happy stories.

Then one day someone told Mel, showed her the mirror. Only monkeys can show their teeth with/without happiness. Human beings laugh when their heart is happy. And your happiness may not be the reason behind someone else’s sadness. There is so much more in the lives of other people than YOU.

YOU are a MAN

2010-08-01T15:09:00.000+05:30

Jayesh was only fourteen when both of his parents passed away. They left him shattered and a millionaire.

He was the only child and so were his father and mother. He was studying in hostel and stayed there.

He met a friend- he called her she was his angel. She won his heart and soul. They ended in bed when he was just twenty one. Her being fifteen years older than him did not matter any thing to him.

Their love bloomed and died like a night flower. The age gap was too great. He clung to her out of gratitude and started to compensate the lack of love by money.

Then he found someone of his age and fell head over heels in love with her. He asked his lover to bid him goodbye. And he realized that his angel was actually a python.

One year later he was facing the wrath of society and law. Every point was fingered at him – “You are a man. You should have acted with dignity and properness.” Was the chant he heard wherever he went.

Warning signs

2010-08-01T15:08:00.002+05:30

The Ghosh family was happy beyond words. Their only daughter has received a marvelous proposal. The would be groom was a millionaire. There was no question of refusing. The groom and his family were settled overseas.

Uneasiness crept in from other side, one after one accidents started to happen after the marriage was initially accepted from both ends. Very bad things started to happen in the family- death, loss to name a few. Feeling really bad about the signs Mrs. Ghosh bluntly refused to further the relationship. There was uproar but her tears won.

To settle their scores most probably, they got their son married to Rishita’s cousin.

Ten years passed by. One day Rishita was returning from her office when someone called out to her. She was surprised to see her cousin standing there.

“When did you came to India Chandrani?”

“Eight years ago. You were lucky didi, you were saved by God.”

“After going there I came to know he already had a mistress there, he took away every thing I had. It was just sheer luck that I could get away from there.”

“He used to hit me. Trying to make me do the dirtiest things, knowing I won’t be able to go anywhere. He used to lock the house from outside. It was in a desolate place, far away in the mountains.”

“One day a man came knocking after his car broke down and I told him every thing. He informed the police and they rescued me and contacted my family.”

Rishita hugged her tightly and thanked God for rescuing both of them.

Silly girl

2010-08-01T15:08:00.001+05:30

she was a student of class nine. In one of quite reputed schools. The school has strong reputation in field of results, most of the boys and girls were from cultured families.

She lived with her elder sister, only eight years older than her. Who married in a hurry and brought her to live with her as her husband toured too much.

The elder one was neither capable of taking care of herself nor was she capable of taking care of her sister she has brought over. So the little one used to prepare her own tiffin and bring it to school, which was mostly dry breads and some left over curry, smelling funny. She just nibbled it partially, the rest used to return home with her to be sneaked away with the garbage.

One day they were standing in the playground when she saw a dog, she was about to give the Tiffin to the dog when she heard a child’s voice, “Didi are you throwing away that food? She turned and saw a small child; a child of one of the labourer’s working for their new building.

“Can I take it? I am hungry.” She handed the Tiffin over to him. He ate it hungrily and returned the absolutely empty box to her.

“Thank you didi.” He was about to turn back when she called out to him, “Whenever you feel hungry you can come to me. I sit in that class. You know when our Tiffin hours are? Don’t you?”

“Yes didi.”

It became a daily routine. A food which was disgusting to one was nectar to other so the child became a daily visitor for those tasteless breads.

A few months passed by, one day she noted that some of the boys of her class were threatening the boy.

“They were saying that he steals things from their bags.” One of her friends said. “They are lying but who will argue with them.”

Silly girl part 2

2010-08-01T15:06:00.000+05:30

Silly girls are supposed to grow up into silly women. Right? So did her. A few decades passed away in her life without changing her point of view on poor people, especially poor children much.

She used to commute from a small town of west Bengal to Kolkata to work. Every day. Every evening when she used to sit in her window seat to watch outside she used to see street urchins huddled on unused tracks. Rats crawling among them. A deep pain used to shot through her heart. Thinking about the plight of these innocent souls.

One day she was sitting at her window seat when she heard a sweet voice, “Didi you want a packet of snacks?” she turned to see a very young and extremely cute looking boy. She did not have the heart to refuse him and told him to give her a packet. He handed her over a packet costing two rupee. She gave him a five rupee coin, he returned her eight rupee and was about to leave. She called him and softly cajoled him; she knew that he will have to submit all his income to the person who gave him those packets to sell.

Thus began a loving relationship. His name was Kishna, whenever he saw her he knew that she will buy at least a packet from him. Soon a lot of other girls too started to buy from him.

Then one day a mishap happened. The bags of a lady was lifted while she was sleeping in her seat. The fingers were certainly pointed at these boys; she heard some snide remarks because that lady has often seen her talking with the child.

This time she ignored her remarks and kept buying things from the child and talking to him. She did not repeated her mistake.

Ragging

2010-08-01T15:05:00.000+05:30

Well, let me state in the very beginning- I am anti- ragging. I don’t see any rhyme or reason behind harassing newcomers, no matter to which sphere of life they are entering.

This ugly practice should be stopped. In a very few cases it is mild but in most cases it takes an ugly form. So may be the school and colleges should just ban it. Firmly and finally.

Parents send their children to school to study. Not to be sent back crippled, dead or psychologically shattered.

In schools of west Bengal there is a way of receiving fresh students and bidding goodbye to old ones. This is done under the guidance and presence of teachers. If mixing with fresher is so important the same thing can be applied to colleges too. After all, no matter how busy the professors are they can manage a day for a function.

Luckily the college in which I studied had ragging banned. So we breathed quite easily through out our first year. Not all colleges are that sensible.

In the name of ragging these days (or in old days too) it appears that some students satisfy their ugly bullying urges, why do the authorities let it happen?

If dress code and other codes can be applied in colleges then ragging can be stopped too. I think it should be. It must be.

Corporal punishment

2010-08-01T15:04:00.000+05:30

Students and teachers- a relationship as old as human civilization. It is an essential part of it till date. May be in future computers and other things will replace them but not now.

When a student is wounded by a teacher sometimes the teacher is cruel and sometimes the teacher is driven to cruelty. Its easy to say that a teacher should control him or herself but I have seen that one kid can drive the whole home crazy, so, what about the man who has to teach such 30 kids per period x at least five periods a day?

Being a teacher is not that easy. But hitting children is simply not the solution. May be the teachers and the parents should have a clear cut talk. They should give some strict guidelines about what the kid should not do in the school, and if he is caught doing that nth time he should be transferred.

The wealthier schools can opt for cameras in class room. The poorer schools can simply elect class monitors and give them the protection and power to control the class.

I have been a class monitor once, my class teacher and another teacher stood behind me like rock, as a result girls seven or eight years older than me listened to me and stayed silent when there was an off period.

I personally am dead against hitting a kid, but whenever I read this type of news I wonder if the teacher was cruel or was driven simply crazy by kids.

If parents and teachers work in harmony, like ours did, I think these things will be a past.

When I was a child I knew one thing, if I go home sobbing that teacher has spanked me the first question I will hear is, “What did you do?”

My parents always gave the teacher “benefit of doubt”. That taught me obedience and adjustment.

happy birthday noreen!

2010-07-16T19:12:00.002+05:30

Scorching summer

2010-05-31T20:23:00.000+05:30

Well, we should have anticipated it, when we were blessed by chilling winter this year (that is 2009-10) that a scorching summer might be looming for us in the horizon.

I relished the winter to the core, which a lot of Kolkata people did not, they were frozen. I wonder how are they reacting to this terrible heat. I guess not much because almost every house in Kolkata uses air-conditioners these days. So they just utilize that thing to relax their scorched bodies.

Me and pixie are spending semi sleepless nights these days. Its fun to watch her, sometimes looking at me from her bed, or sprawling on the floor all exhausted. I too in my turn sometimes see her sleeping with an exasperated expression. We both finally retire with the cool of dawn seeping in.

Is a torrential rain-cladded monsoon waiting for us in the horizon?

Even the thought makes me shiver with fear.

Last night I kept pixie up all night, till four thirty in the morning. Poor baby was at her wit’s end. She was visibly relieved when I retired.

the king

2010-05-24T20:28:00.000+05:30

The king was sitting on his throne. He looked like a monster. His handsome features were twisted by his inner demon. It appeared that the demon was growing stronger with his decaying body and growing age. His hair was all white but his eyes were dark with lust and greed. His mouth was as ugly as a mastiff. Showing his lack of self restraint.

The court became silent. The sentries brought in a beautiful girl. She was the daughter of a sage. The king saw her during one of his hunting expedition. Kidnapped her and brought her over here.

He tried to woo her but could not. He could not force himself because he was cursed by a Goddess that if he ever tries to force himself on any woman his skull will explode.

All his attempts failed. Finally he gave her a timeline, timeline to give in. which she did not accepted. Hence she was branded as a witch and was to be burnt today. In the central square of the capital.

The pyre was ready. The king wanted to hear with his own ears that she will accept a grisly death but not him.

The girl entered the pyre calmly. A serene expression on her face. The pyre engulfed her and suddenly its flames reached the sky, and engulfed the whole kingdom. Nothing was left behind.

When spring came next year the whole place was covered with white daisies, blooming from one end of the kingdom to the other.

Crime and thereafter

2010-05-24T20:26:00.000+05:30

We all make grave mistakes, which sometimes may degrade into crime. If we don’t repent and make up for the mistake. For example, I drank up-to my throat and struck someone down. If that person was dead then I have committed the crime before realizing it. But if that person was still alive and instead of taking him to hospital I escape- I create a crime out of a deadly mistake.

In the first case or second case if the person realizes his mistake and tries to compensate as much as he can; I personally believe that cleans his slate in front of God a lot. The family members or loved ones may not forgive him but God sure will. His tears of repentance and acts of repentance will sure reach Her.

addiction

2010-05-16T17:12:00.001+05:30

For once, I am talking about the real “addiction” the addiction for drugs etc. We have been preached in family and school against these vices so much that I never even felt about experimenting with them. And by the time I was asked about my opinion on them I was old enough to clearly state that I believe in not touching them.

Mostly I believe its bad company that pushes people into these pits. Being surrounded with people who are eager to join in these abuses. Fortunately, that was another thing I was preached to keep away from. Bad company.

As I never felt the yearning for any of these things I often wonder what shoves so many people in this ditch. Why so little of them can come out before much harm is done. Is it weakness? Lack of self confidence or something genetic, which pushes them towards these things.

Rationally thinking I believe wise people don’t touch these things once. Because first step is the toughest one. If it is taken the rest often follows automatically.

Barbie

2010-05-16T17:04:00.000+05:30

“Uncle, do I look like Barbie? Who has come with a wardrobe of enviable size, which can change her entire being, one moment she is a school teacher the other second a exotic dancer?”

“You know the type of woman Atul wants, then why are you wasting your time looking for a normal woman for him?”

“Let him make his own choice and regret. You tried your best and he rudely ridiculed the innocent girls you selected for him, including myself.”

“Let him marry the girl he wants, just ask him to not shove her on your face and don’t come crying to you when he gets bored with his Barbie.”

Ponchishe boisakh (25th Day of Baisakh) (9.5.2010)

2010-05-09T13:26:00.002+05:30

Baisakh is a month of Bengali Calender, the first month. Every Bengali knows the 25th day of this month. One of the dearest human beings of almost every Bengali was born on this day, Rabindranath Tagore. I wont bother you with his biography, sorry. Because I hated reading biography or autobiographies.

Today is his 150th birthday. He has left earth a long time ago but has left behind a trail of light and beauty. His songs are still the hot favourites of too many Bengalis (including myself).

I love to write, almost every thing but fact based serious things. And after I started to write myself my respect for him shot sky high. I have always adored (almost worshipped) him but now when I explore his expertise in almost every sphere of human feelings I feel awestruck by his genius.

He is one of the reasons I thank God again and again that I am a Bengali. Because to understand and soak oneself into his works one have to clearly understand Bengali and have at least an ample amount of Bengali temperament. I have read a little bit of English translation of his works, they tasted quite lifeless and devoid of sweetness.

Tagore, Kabiguru once wrote a poem which mused that someone was reading his poem hundred year afterwards that date. Well, I can proudly say that if his works stay and Bengalis survive then people will be reading his works five hundred years later too. He was ONE poet.

Your words

Decades have passed away
You have put down your flute
Placed your pen in stand
And left for your own journey
Enchanting journey to dreamland.

Your music still resonates
Fills up our soul
Your poetries still spill out
To show us how lovely life is
You have left a trail of light.

Deities show themselves
Fairies dance in them
Nature unravels her glory
Human soul is undisclosed
Your words contain the universe.

Some times they take me
On a trip to a garden
Or a village road
To a lotus pond
Or in the endless space.

Or some palace far away
Where a beautiful spirit dwelled
Every dweller fell in love
And could never leave her
They perished yearning for her.

pixie the great

2010-05-01T19:48:00.001+05:30

Some creatures just walk into our life and make it better in too many ways. They teach us so many things.

How lovely life is for instance, I truly relish his playfulness. It’s really amusing to observe how full of life cats are and how they are always enjoying life. He is always looking for and locating things to play with.

Bottle caps, paper pieces, curtain, slippers, and his stole booties like shaving brush and sharpners.

He is a very gentle creature. He often sleeps in my bedroom. When he has to go out he gently bites me or starts to pull or play with my hair, to wake me up. His encroachment on my bed means he wants to go out.

He uses the toilet to relieve himself. That’s the best part I guess.

He is an adorable pet. He taught me another thing; his happiness surpasses my affection for him. As long as he is alright I don’t mind where he is.

Pixie runs himself in mess

2010-05-01T19:47:00.001+05:30

Kids are all alike, are not they? Ask them to don’t climb trees- they will. Ask them to not eat too many ice-cream, they will stuff themselves up to neck.

Seems Mr. Pixie too is just a kid. I hoped that he wont enter the neighbouring houses and he started to raid the most dangerous zone- my landlord’s home. Again and again.

As a result I had to keep him inside. Because if he doesnot chances his ways we will fall in big problem.

So he is inside right now. I will leave him a couple of hours later hoping that he changes his manners and stays away from trouble. Or else we will have to most probably set him free somewhere away from here. But not before three more months, and he will have to spend those three months confined in room once more.

Kids just can’t stay away from trouble. Alas! That’s the saddest truth.

Well its past seven thirty and he is yet to show up, seems he has vanished in the thin air.

Pixie tales will have to be packed up I guess. Wish him luck and health in his venture in the bad, wild world.

Anyone looking for an introduction about pixie can check the blog url http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/my-tiny-pet/

Pixie happy days are here again

2010-05-01T19:45:00.001+05:30

Sometimes love makes us cruel, doesnot it? Now when I see pixie happily running around I feel that’s what we do sometimes. Our possessiveness, fear overcome our desire to see our loved ones happy and we try to enslave them.

How much freedom means to another being, a being like pixie who has not read a single book containing lectures about glory of freedom.

An innocent creature who feels freedom, so much that he doesnot even cares for food. His chubby tummy has sunk but he prefers outdoors. And his happiness is making me happy.

He sometimes scampers in when he feels threatened by something but mostly he is basking outside in the sun. I feel a little more than “just guilty” for keeping him indoors for two months. Thinking that will be safe for him.

Good that he rebelled on 26th. He gave me the necessary shove to act humane.

I am happy that he is slowly adjusting himself to the place where he actually belongs- out in the arms of Mother Nature. Frolicking in the sunshine.

Anyone looking for an introduction about pixie can check the blog url http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/my-tiny-pet/

Pixie Adieu time

2010-05-01T19:43:00.000+05:30

The way things are moving he soon will become my ex pet. Soon he will become an absolutely free kitten I guess.

Today I liberated him early in the morning. He showed up on three or four times inside and two times outside.

It was fun watching him relish his freedom. He was not at all keen to stay inside. Freedom is a beautiful thing; he is reminding me it every minute by his eagerness to go out.

There is one quite ferocious cat prowling around the house. Funny thing is he/she is almost a replica of pixie. Only bigger. Today I saw him/her sitting on the wall, preparing to attack pixie, he/she gave me a good look and I realized that there is only one difference in them, their tails are different, and sizes are different. Otherwise they are clones.

So I was just amply worried for pixie but he showed up quite happy and smug at seven pm, he is right now sleeping but soon his nocturnal activities will overpower his eagerness to return home at night.

Then, I think I will have to say goodbye to the tiny creature who just happened to be a part of my life for a short span of time.

Anyone looking for an introduction about pixie can check the blog url http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/my-tiny-pet/

Learning lessons

2010-04-27T21:18:00.000+05:30

There are two common ways of learning a lesson. First is the way eklavya learnt it, by seeing others getting trained, and the second way is the way Arjuna learned, directly by getting directly trained. Majority follow Arjuna’s path.

Now, those of you who don’t know the story of Eklavya let me brief it for you. It’s a mythological story in India. When Kaurava and Pandava’s were having their training in warfare from Dronacharya Eklavya used to see them. By that observation he learnt warfare a far better than any of Kaurava or Pandavas.

That’s what happened in real life too. Some of us learn from the lessons of other people and manage those situations in life with more expertise. And some people prefer hands on experience in place of learning by observation and honing one’s skill by oneself.

Being a learner I prefer learning from every thing. Direct or indirect ways. It’s true that we can’t blindly trust or follow others but we can keep their experiences in mind, at-least give them the benefit of doubt that they are truthful and their experiences genuine. We can never say, even the most weird things can turn out to be true. In that case if we blow them away we will easily slide in the trap when we face those circumstances. But if we give them benefit of doubt, high chances are that we will be saved from those traps.

Loved ones

2010-04-27T21:16:00.000+05:30

A friend of mine forwarded me a message today. A wonderful message as always. His messages are filled with most beautiful words. Full of love and wisdom.

I loved one quote in particular, that said that always leave a loved one with a sweet word. You may be seeing them for the last time.

It’s so true, is not it? We often leave our loved ones with anger in our heart. Then things go wrong and we regret later. Sometimes for the rest of our lives. For saying those angry/bitter words.

Its love that makes the world go around. People who love us should be treasured, so this is the least we can do for them. Leave them behind with a warm handshake or hug.

Vices?

2010-04-27T21:14:00.000+05:30

Some of the things which we human beings have inside us are branded as vices- ego, anger, cruelty, ruthless practical sense are some of them to mention.

Are they really vices? Or they become virtue with situation? I think the latter is the truth. These things may be vices for one situation and a treasure in second situation.

Ego- hmm, one of the worst vices, right? What if someone manipulates your softness and sweetness to insult you? To bulldoze all over you mercilessly again and again? Met too many of them in my not very long life. These people don’t dare to open their mouth in front of an egoistical person or vengeful person. Fearing the lash-back they so very well deserve.

Anger- another bad emotion. Really?? What about the dialogue Halle Berry said in X-men part II? I vibe so well with that dialogue- sometimes it helps you to survive.

Cruelty- what about a lioness killing the hyena when it attacks her cub?

Ruthless practical sense – this is something really good, people who possess it never fly too high, but they never fall too hard either. I prefer having this vice, even though it acts against ecstasy and sky high ambition.

Pixie A free bird

2010-04-27T21:13:00.000+05:30

Today (26.04.10) I took the final decision, to leave him alone. I have set him free. Its dark outside and he is happily chasing a mole outside my window. I can hear the poor rodent squeaking and only a dumb kitten chases a mole. Cats are too smart to waste time after them.

I took the decision yesterday. He escaped through the kitchen window in the morning.

I thought he is gone for good. But a few minutes later I saw him running like crazy, frightened outside my window, so… I had to go out and rescue him. He fought tooth and nails (literally).

He escaped one more time through the kitchen window and two times I pulled him back right on the nick of time. After that I closed the kitchen door.

He spent the whole evening crying piteously. It resembles so much to crying babies that I decided that he will have to go.

After clearing my conscience I liberated him in the morning. After that he has showed up only twice.

Once panting piteously, being chased by another cat. And second time an hour or so ago. Just to take a peek inside I guess. His body language says it loudly that he wont be staying. I am happy that he is happy outside.

Well right now he is in, sitting in the window in a very foul mood. As he doesnot understand human language he did not understood the promise I made to him, I will let him out in the morning again. So he is sitting in the window in a very sulky mood.

He scampered in just a few minutes before a storm and sharp rain (Yippy for the rain).

Guess God gave me the sign too, after sending us relief from scorching heat. I felt like a demon all evening last evening.

pixie A bird in cage

2010-04-27T21:11:00.000+05:30

He is a tiny angel. But this is one thing which really hurts me sometimes. Cats are not fully domesticated as dogs, so they love to roam around but after a nasty incident of a abscess in his tummy I studied on internet that cats can die out of them, and they can be caused by scratches or bites of other animals. So I decided that I will keep him indoors. I did not want him to steal from neighbours either.

That tiny creature is desperate to go out and roam on his own. He tries every possible way.

My windows are all netted, but there is a small opening in each of them so I can lock the windows from inside. That’s enough for a kitten to crawl out, he used it merrily till I sealed them with cardboard.

Last night I heard a strange sound from kitchen, and caught him just a second before he was exiting. You should have seen his outrage.

I wonder if I am doing the right thing, I just don’t want him to go out and kill himself. There are too many cats, dogs and human beings outside.

Anyone looking for an introduction about pixie can check the blog url http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/my-tiny-pet/

Pixie the local toughie

2010-04-17T19:55:00.001+05:30

I don’t think he weights half a kilogram. But you should see his attitudes. Its so hard to resist giggles when he is at it.

He rolls his eyes (they are awesome) glares at me and tries to scare me. Whenever he thinks that I am crossing my limits.

He is sprawling on the bed, if I put down my palms on it he rolls his eyes, snorts and pounces on me. These days his nails don’t come out. He is slowly learning that. They are all playful way of intimidating a woman who is about hundred times as big as him I guess.

He hides behind the curtain and chases me if I look for him.

The funniest thing happens in dark, during power cuts he becomes a joker, pouncing on me from weirdest places.

I love it when he puckers his tiny mouth, rolls his eyes and snorts to scare me.

Anyone looking for an introduction about pixie can check the blog url http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/my-tiny-pet/

Religious pixie

2010-04-02T13:24:00.001+05:30

My tiny pixie is getting hyper religious day by day. It’s a must for me that I will worship twice a day.

I spread a mat in front of my altar and offer my prayers.

Pixie never liked it because it’s quite a time consuming affair. Earlier he used to disturb me to no end, pouncing on me; trying to make me play with him… the list is never ending

Since last eight or ten days he has changed his way. Now the moment I spread the mat he pounces on it and starts to play with it. As a result I end up sitting on the floor offering my prayers while he bites and rolls with the mat.

Anyone looking for an introduction about pixie can check the blog url http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/my-tiny-pet/

Pixie the squirrel

2010-03-30T12:48:00.000+05:30

Anyone looking for an introduction about pixie can check the blog url http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/my-tiny-pet/

I have never had a pet kitten before pixie. As I stay at home I have full liberty of observing his ways. Which are truly amusing and awesome.

He will complete two months in my life on 28th, within one month he started to show this tendency.

I first noted him running around the house with a sharpener (pencil sharpener) clasped in his tiny mouth. He loved playing with it so much that I did not had the heart to take it away from him.

Soon I saw that he has collected the second one from my pencil box. Taking the opportunity of the pencil box being open. They were piled near his food bowl.

He just loved running around the house pretending they were his preys.

Now he has found a new obsession. I have stopped him a few times from climbing into egg basket, a couple of days ago I caught him once, the next time when I reached there he pretended as if he was not heading for the egg basket, he clasped a cap of a bottle in his mouth and started to play with it.

The next day, I was going to wash a bottle, he clambered up on the wash basin, I heard a clicking sound and the cap of the bottle was gone. He was playing in the next room with it.

I never knew cats act this way. Its lots of fun to watch a cat growing up.

Pixie and godzilla

2010-03-27T21:27:00.000+05:30

Anyone looking for an introduction about pixie can check the blog url http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/my-tiny-pet/
Or http://agnitrisha.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-tiny-pet.html

Godzilla is the one who actually shoved pixie into my life, so it’s very tough for me to dislike him/her. I will refer to her as a pussy cat because most probably she is a female.

I used to let pixie out during the first month after his entering my household but later I decided against it. Godzilla was sparing him as a kitten but might not do that after growing up. And other cats/dogs may not do that even now.

Godzilla has bullied him quite a few times, pretty toughly, if not roughly. I still remember pixie’s first bath. In the Mid February, I have let him out when I saw Godzilla outside, by the time I opened the key and came out I saw that she has already reached pixie, have pushed him in the drain and was spanking him.

Godzilla was not very keen to let him go. I literally had to push her away from him and scare him more than once. By that time pixie has entered my rooms through window. I too entered the room after closing the door. I saw pixie sitting on the doormat with a petrified expression.

I naturally assumed that he was upset after that bashing up. Wow! When I came out of the kitchen I saw Godzilla was sitting there and glaring at him. I had to shoo her away from my rooms and close the windows.

Then poor pixie had to have him bath and after that I have never let him out willingly, though he has escaped through the window couple of time.

Now right now, Godzilla is atleast twenty times larger than pixie. Or atleast ten to fifteen times. As I can’t grab her all I can do is assume.

A fortnight or so ago I was sitting here, typing when I saw the sound of hissing coming from window. Godzilla comes to meet pixie every day atleast once, so I thought it must be Godzilla scaring him.

After a while I turned my face and saw that it was other way round, pixie was scaring Godzilla. Hissing at her, and hitting the net with his miniature paw.

Ugliness from within

2010-03-22T20:16:00.000+05:30

These are the people we often come across these days, and they always leave one effect on us- repulsion.

They have one thing in common, they think they have right to insult or mock every one. If we pry a little under the skin we will see these people have another thing in common, they are as corrupted inside as they are outside. As they are always indulged in that inner corruption their mind and tongue always churns it, and all that comes out of their mouth is vile, bitter and vulgar.

Keeping one’s temper with these people is very tough. But before losing temper one should remember one thing, that is, the more you will lose your temper the greater advantage they will gain. The level to which they will dip you never will. You will most probably kill yourself before that. And decent snubbing or insulting will only humour them. So the best way to deal with them is to ignore their very existence. Very frankly speaking they fit in one of old Indian words of wisdom that meant- “those who don’t have knowledge, wisdom, good deeds, charity, decency, virtues or religion they are only weighing up the earth, they are monkeys in form of human beings.” So if you take up this point of view, if a monkey throws something at you, you just duck and prevent it from throwing the next thing. You don’t get into a war with it.

By convincing yourself of this you will conquer anger and his ugliness. He will stand an absolute failure. And if you are a real master of your feelings you can even address him politely or coldly to clearly show him that he/his behaviour/his opinion does not means any thing to you. My wisdom says to avoid them like plague and never get entangled with them in any manner- friendly or unfriendly. These people are like pile of mud, if you throw a stone into it the mud will reach your face. So let it stay under your feet or near them.

my tiny pet

2010-03-20T21:07:00.000+05:30

I don’t think I would have written this post and a few more which will come from time to time but for my sweetest friend Gayle. She loves her pet cat and I have started to love mine.

She asked me to write about pixie’s funny ways so she could read and know about him more.

He entered my life on 28th January 2010. I initially thought she is a cat but now I think he is a tom cat. Any way, I am not very fond of cats, I love dogs most. He just had to enter my life, and I am happy that he did.

There is a cat in my area; I call her Godzilla the Goon. She controls the whole territory ferociously but is cute in her aggressive ways. She scared my first feline friend kitso from the area.

She romps around my rooms with a ferocious expression; I think it’s a mask. She is a love hungry cat.

On 28th morning I was sitting beside my window, watching outside when I saw Godzilla looking at something ferociously.

I thought she was looking at some other cat, then she pounced on it and I saw a fistful of a kitten. I had to go out to save it of course. But now I think Godzilla was just trying to scare him.

On seeing me both vanished. I returned to my room hoping the kitten has gone back to his mother. But ten minute later I saw he was eating something right outside my window.

I went out and he did not even noted me, he was busy gobbling. I scooped him up and brought him back, thinking Godzilla will kill him if she saws him. Ha!!!!

After that Godzilla has met him at-least a dozen times or so. But have not even scratched him. Her sole intention it appeared is to scare him. May be she wants him to know who is the boss around here.

Well, this is introduction of pixie, I am thinking about rechristening him “Goon”.

Rendering justice

2010-03-12T23:40:00.000+05:30

How many of you feel uneasy to play the role of deliverer of justice yourself? Taking the rein in your hand?

I feel extremely uneasy with this idea. I prefer laying the charge in God’s hands. Who has been watching every thing and upon whose justice I have never-shaking faith.

Why I don’t know, but since childhood I have felt uneasy about settling scores. I firmly believe in putting forth the truth, so no one else is hurt but an eye for an eye, unless he or she plucks it out in front of me- is just not my soup. If someone slaps me on my face, I certainly prefer giving him a dose of his own medicine. But if someone stabs me in my back, how can I be confident that the hand was his?

shockers

2010-03-05T17:01:00.000+05:30

I don’t know how many of you agree with me. Because it seems the trend lately. The more shocking language you use the smarter you are called. But it really feels like the pip of orange to me, which if accidentally comes under the teeth ruins the taste of the orange and I have to spit it out of them mind often along with the orange. Or the rotten piece of nut will be the more appropriate answer I guess. You pick up a handful of nuts and start to chew them, suddenly your entire mouth fills up with awesome smell and taste-you have to spit the whole thing out.

I have seen sadly, that reputed writers or artists often give in to this trap. They thing that to reflect power one have to be coarse, obscene or vulgar. Shock is not display of power. Any way, what use is the power which throws away instead of attracting?

My childhood holi

2010-03-04T16:54:00.002+05:30

I took birth in Uttar Pradesh. Holi runs in its blood. We had to take precautions from a fortnight ago. Always keeping an eye for a balloon landing right upon us, colouring us up or a shower of colour from rooftop, or sprinkling from a passerby. The day of Holi meant absolute insanity.

We were allowed to use colours on only the day of Holi. There were two colours permitted for us to use gulal (a dry powdered colour) and wet colours, which were mixed in water and then filled up in pichkaris (special sprayers).

When holi came in UP winter still lingered there. Not completely gone. So we used to start with gulal and then pick up the wet colours after ten in the morning.

Every home used to throw its door open, there were two things waiting for visitors- all types of colours and sweets.

There were homes where buckets of colours were poured on the visitors and there were homes where only a hug and a little gulal was rubbed on forehead or cheeks.

I loved the gujhias most. It’s a special sweet of UP. Dry, sweet Kheer (milk and sugar boiled together till they become like dough) stuffed in a samosa type structure. It still lingers in my tongue. But they tasted a little bitter on holi day because our mouths were filled with colours. We relished them later, on the coming days after our teeth have retained their normal colour and our tongue has become pink again. On holi it was usually either purple or green. Those two colours were the most obstinate ones.

After having the full fledged fun with neighbours we used to stand by the roadside with leftover colours and sprinkle them on the passerby’s. No, no one gets angry by that on Holi day, even if he is not a Hindu. People bear it with good spirit usually.

For next one week or so, our ears and fingers were multicoloured. That was quite a sight to behold.

Love for living beings

2010-03-03T19:58:00.000+05:30

There are different forms of Love. Right? Love for God, nature, pets, friends, loved ones… the list is never ending. The love for other animals (including human beings … yes you saw it correct I am grinning) is most probably most intense. Why?

I have been thinking about it a lot lately. Well ever since I took in my pet pixie. A kitten. I believe the intensity with which we love living beings like cats (and human beings, of course not jelly fish or squid) is far greater than any other form of love.

But usually we love our pets more than human beings. Why is that so? They also express their affection in return, that’s why? We can expect hundred percent honesty and love from them, that’s why? They can extract our affection? Quite a mystifying thing for me. Ever since his entry I have noted that other loves are waning away.

Most probably we love them for their innocence, honesty and loyalty. Adding to that we can be ourselves with them. Never fearing for a second that they will stop loving us for that.

Sharing

2010-03-02T18:40:00.000+05:30

How I love those stories of old days, when human beings shared, at-least in the intimate circle. We shared almost every thing with our family, friends and sometimes neighbours. Even if it was something very meager like a box of chocolate.

I remember when we were growing up, every time my mother brought some fruits she used to give some of it to our ex housemaid. She was an old, feeble woman who lived in a hut attached to our home and was neglected by her son. She often used to ask for a cup of tea from my mother. Of which she was never deprived.

She was brought up in a time when siblings stayed together with their families even after marriage. No one calculated how much each of them is contributing. Every one contributed as per their capacity, the money was pooled together and the family was run by the head of the family without any friction.

And after that they always had some money for the poor neighbours or distant relations.

Were they more broadminded than us?

Newspaper

2010-03-01T21:21:00.000+05:30

Well ever since my childhood we used to have two newspapers at home. One in local language, and the other English. I have grown up reading them on a daily basis, it was an addiction - I should admit.

Then came the age of disillusions. The realization that every thing that is printed is not always the exact truth of truth. Printed words can be bought. Heard that from the very mouth of reporters.

Own keen observation too spoke in favour of the word of mouths. There were so many discrepancies, silence about the real problems uproar against the not so grave problems.

Own encounter with some of them also said the same thing, they don’t act the way they preach, or worse, preach others to act.

Still I am unable to shake off this addiction.

Even though I read news on internet but still I prefer having a newspaper at home every day. Though won’t mind more than one.

It’s great to have so much information wrapped in just a few pages, right at your doorstep, every morning.

I miss them when they are on holidays or on the days when my vendor does not drop them, like on 25th and will not give again on tomorrow I guess.

Impact of news

2010-02-28T19:15:00.001+05:30

Current age is the age of diminishing distances, in every aspect. Gone are those days when our ancestors lived in tiny shells of their villages or small towns. They were ignorant about even their countries.

Now we wake up and open the newspaper to read every thing about this world. Even outside this planet. Sometimes they please us, sometimes upset, sometimes confuse and sometimes scare.

So, even though our small world is happy when we read about alarming rise in atrocities or complexities can we really be as free as a gust of wind? Which blows without any worry or weight?

What should be our stand? Not all of us can jump into the field. There are quite a lot of people who don’t have enough resources to do so, or enough motivation, but they feel the shock or sadness. And that shock or sadness is genuine, not a show off.

When we are introduced to these knowledge on every day basis, slowly their impact goes away. People start to choke and look for respite in light things. Is that wrong?

Are we becoming casual or feeling-less or are overstuffed with dark newses?

Happy Holi

2010-02-27T20:16:00.002+05:30

Tomorrow is Holi. The festival of colour in India, a festival in which everyone participates (forgetting every diversity or distance). May the harmony and colours of Holi spread all over the world.

A sweet responsibility

2010-02-27T19:48:00.001+05:30

Well I am the backstreet driver in this lane. I sheepishly admit that I have handled children quite a lot but with minimal responsibilities. But, then again, any parent who is bringing them to earth should be the one realizing the golden truth, that they should not be brought to earth just for the fun of it. One should acknowledge the responsibilities too.

Children are not pets, toys or robots. They won’t grow up within a year and become absolutely independent. They won’t sit and stand up as per our order. They will certainly act like live beings and live beings with free will. I have seen that the parents who get most exasperated with children are the ones who themselves forget these points. So, who should be blamed? The children or the parents?

I believe that children under five years of age should be handled delicately and with extreme patience. They should be guided to the proper ways of behaving but always remembering that they don’t understand what we say. So harshness should be strictly avoided and extreme patience should be practiced. Yes, once in a while a soft reprimand is required (sometimes they really drive people crazy) but it should have to be soft.

After five up-to moving out of the shadow of parents the children should be firmly guided. Not ordered around or nagged. They certainly need guidance but nagging will only make them rebellious. I really don’t know why parents nag or use sarcasm to their own children. Does it not reflect their own weakness of personality? I have noticed myself that children very clearly understand words spoken to them and they are over eager to obey to elders till they reach their teenage. But if a child is properly guided till his or her teenage then handling a teenager is not much problem to the parent. None of my nephew or nieces or siblings was rebels. Why?

Nagging or sarcasm is the worst poison for any relationship. A child should be taken as a sweet responsibility for twenty years to come. If you are not keen for that long a project you should not have one. Why bring a child into a being when you cant give a life to him or her?

Indian and Pakistan

2010-02-26T18:56:00.000+05:30

It’s high time that these two countries should sincerely try to live like good neighbours.

It’s a shame the way we two have been squabbling for decades. Both the parties should be a little or more guilty and eager to mend their ways so we could live like ideal neighbours and pursue better grounds than battlegrounds.

Though we have been acting exactly like a pair of siblings since 1947; we should try not to further hostility. If the common people of India and Pakistan bond with each other the hostility will disappear by itself. We should give that a sincere try. Cricketers, artists are common people, they are not waging wars.

We have been pulling down each others for decades, we should seriously think about permanently destroying/curing this mindset and flourish together.

Well, I appreciate the courage which both Khans have shown by speaking out their mind. Which every person can and should. In my eyes both of them are true Indians and will always be so before criticizing or insulting them we may do a little soul search, in case if we are sowing only the seeds of hatred for our neighbours.

Vengeance and moral responsibility

2010-02-24T23:34:00.000+05:30

We hear this comment too many times when truth is spoken out loud don’t we? “Oh, forget it, he is just settling his scores. Avenging his insult.”

What’s the difference between vengeance and speaking out truth? I often ponder about this. By nature I am not vengeful. There was a time when I used to always forgive, and forget and get too eager to repair the relationship. Then with time I learnt all relationships are not worthy of being kept. Some of them should be discarded ASAP others after good testing.

Even now, barring very few hand-counted cases the feeling of revenge has not occurred in my heart. I usually throw away that person from my life with the earnest prayer that truth and justice will be delivered sooner or later. After that I seal that person out of my lifer. There is rarely any return path.

People who share their true, bitter experiences with others are not always vengeful. A common misconception which often stops us from preventing ourselves from committing the very same mistakes. I too have done it while I was growing up. Now I give heed to these words of bitter wisdom and be wary.

As most of the normal human beings in life I too have faced my share of injustice. And I have decided to share them with others, because in that way people can get a hunch about what life is all about, and what can be expected from fellow human beings when you are in a rough spot or when you are too innocent and soft natured.

Life will become a lot easier for others if we share our experiences, both the bad and the good ones. So that smart people can take their lessons from both and work for a better life.

Strife

2010-02-23T21:54:00.000+05:30

In this overcrowded planet the vessels (us) are viciously hitting each other. One day its “attack on Indians in Australia.” The next day its “Mumbai is for Maharashtrians.”

Can’t we share the whole world? Why not? I am not asking people to instantly dream like John Lennon did in “Imagine”. But can’t we work toward it, slowly?

It’s true that when a person relocates and strife occurs with the local people, it’s mostly because of multiple reasons, not one.

Sometimes people feel they are stealing their bread, sometimes their cultures clashes. Sometimes one of the quarrelling parties invites that trouble- by bullying or by looking down on others.

Hatred can never be solution of any thing. We should grow out of the concept that we can bully others or we can divide the world into tiny segments.

It’s not necessary that the host is always at fault, sometimes the guest or freshers too cross their limits. Any one who is going to Rome and planning to settle down there should either act like Romans or should not do any thing which infuriates them.

I personally have seen people of other provinces that live in west Bengal look down upon Bengalis or say insulting words mentioning the word “Bengali”. Bengalis are infamous for their timid nature, every one else might not be so. Its but natural that people will be protective toward their roots and identity.

If we observe then we will realize that people who keep a low profile in a new place are usually ignored/accepted by locals, for good or for bad. But if we stand out too much apart from locals then strife begins and sometimes takes ugly form.

When strife occurs both parties should analyze their behaviour and I believe both will have to modify themselves. Actually if people act in a matured manner then strife don’t occur at all.

Purpose

2010-02-23T00:09:00.000+05:30

Wise people say every thing should be done with purpose. I am not that strict about it, but I think people should do most of the thing purposefully.

One should not waste too much time in life drifting aimlessly. My suggestion is mainly for the people who are either looking for job or are home-managers, that is, housewives or househusbands or home runners like me, who has selected managing home above managing office/career. But career-driven people can also think about these hours dedicated to future.

We should always dedicate some hours in life to spend on things which will build our future. Now, that can be any thing. It can be pursuing a good hobby like reading, listening to good songs, methodical studying or gardening.

If we read the biography or autobiography of every person with achievement we will note that they always have dedicated a few hours from their days to purposefully do something. That might have been any thing, painting, reading….

These things were done after doing day to day chores. They often had a very busy life, more busy than us still they took out some time from that schedule to do something which will contribute to their character, personality or life.

I myself have done a lot of things, starting from studying, writing, painting to gardening. Doctors say if we keep our brain busy that will save us from brain diseases like Alzheimer and if we keep our body busy that will save us from a crippled body at old age.

Unselfish

2010-02-19T22:46:00.000+05:30

It’s a common human folly or habit to look suspiciously at the person who is trying to help him or her without any visible motive or any profit for himself. But it’s a truth which we should remember that fortunately there are people in this world who help and love others unselfishly. So when we receive unselfish love or help in place of suspecting we can be cautious and thankful.

It’s foolish to trust someone blindly and get hurt. But that’s better than insulting a person who was helping or loving you unselfishly.

It’s good for our own happiness that we treat acts of kindness without suspicion and with gratitude. Of course one can be wary, but there is a difference between wariness and suspicion. Wariness just keeps us on guard and suspicion narrows our vision. As a result we sometimes fail to see things which were actually good for us. End up falling in the same pit, even though we were warned.

Someone to love

2010-02-14T21:44:00.000+05:30

I love reading quotes and mulling over them. Its been years since I have read a quote which roughly translated that we need someone we can love in our life more than someone who loves us. When I first read that I raised an eyebrow and thought is that really so…

Then life started to gather various types of experiences, some really harsh truths and realities showed up and I for the first time realized the truth. We desperately need someone we can love blindly. Someone or something. It may be God, our work, our hobby, our passion or a pet. The core truth to me is we can survive without being loved but life becomes bleak if we don’t have something/someone around us who we can blindly love.

After realizing this golden truth I have realized another thing, why people with too hectic/ stressed life often keep a pet. Because its unselfish affection brings out the best type of affection from its owners.

So, I am not one of those (never was) who raise their eyebrow when a man leaves his cat a million dollar in his will.

Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose

2010-02-09T21:24:00.001+05:30

Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose was born on 23 January, 1897 in Cuttack (Orissa) to Janakinath Bose and Prabhavati Devi. Netaji was the ninth child among eight brothers and six sisters. His father, Janakinath Bose, was an affluent and successful lawyer in Cuttack and received the title of "Rai Bahadur". He later became a member of the Bengal Legislative Council.

He passed his B.A. in Philosophy from the Presidency College in Calcutta. He was strongly influenced by Swami Vivekananda's teachings and was known for his patriotic zeal as a student. He also adored Vivekananda as his spiritual Guru. Subhash Chandra Bose was a very intelligent and sincere student but never had much interest in sports.

In 1916, Netaji reportedly beat and thrashed one of his British teachers E F Otten. The professor made a racist remark against the Indian students. As a result, Bose was expelled from the Presidency College and banished from Calcutta University. The incident brought Netaji in the list of rebel-Indians. In December 1921, Bose was arrested and imprisoned for organizing a boycott of the celebrations to mark the Prince of Wales's visit to India.

His father wanted Netaji to become a civil servant and therefore, sent him to England to appear for the Indian Civil Service Examination. Bose was placed fourth with highest marks in English. But his urge for participating in the freedom movement was intense that in April 1921, Bose resigned from the coveted Indian Civil Service and came back to India. Soon, he left home to become an active member of India's independence movement. He, later joined the Indian National Congress, and also elected as the president of the party.

People began to recognize Netaji by his name and associated him with the freedom movement. Netaji had emerged as a popular youth leader. He was admired for his great skills in organization development.

In 1928, a difference in the opinion between the old and new members surfaced. The young leaders, wanted a "complete self-rule and without any compromise". The senior leaders were in favor of the "dominion status for India within the British rule".

The differences were swelling between moderate Gandhi and aggressive Subhash Chandra Bose. Subhash Chandra Bose defeated Pattabhi Sitaramayya, a presidential candidate, nominated by Gandhiji himself, but without any second thought he resigned from the party and formed the Forward Bloc in 1939.

During the Second World War in September, 1939, Subhash Chandra Bose decided to initiate a mass movement. He started uniting people from all over the country. There was a tremendous response to his call and the British promptly imprisoned him. In jail, he refused to accept food for around two weeks. When his health condition deteriorated, fearing violent reactions across the country, the authority put him under house-arrest.

During his house-arrest, in January, 1941, Netaji made a planned escape. He first went to Gomoh in Bihar and from there he went on to Peshawar (now, Pakistan). He finally reached Germany and met Hitler. Netaji had been living together with his wife Emilie Schenkl in Berlin. In 1943, Netaji left for south-east Asia and raised the army. The group was later named by Netaji, as the Indian National Army (INA).

During his sojourn to England, he met with the leaders of British Labor Party and political thinkers including Clement Attlee, Arthur Greenwood, Harold Laski, G.D.H. Cole, and Sir Stafford Cripps. Netaji also discussed with them about the future of India. It must also be noted that it was during the regime of the Labor Party (1945-1951), with Attlee as the Prime Minister, that India gained independence.

Although it was believed that Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose died in a plane crash, his body was never recovered. Too many theories have been put forward regarding his abrupt disappearance. The government of India set up a number of committees to investigate the case and come out with truth, none succeeded.

http://www.culturalindia.net

hi! I am back!

2010-02-05T22:14:00.003+05:30

Well, my old computer finally closed its cyber eyes on 18th Jan, after serving for two years and hiccuping for last six months or more.

I am back again with a new one. Wish me luck, lots of it, because i am computer addict and living without computer is really tough for me. but i survived. the courtsey goes to a tiny kitten who has been rescued and sheltered in my humble abode. she keeps me busy all day. busy and entertained.

those of you who have missed me please bear with me for another week because i will have to read your blogs and your comments :)

Wishing you all the very, very best.

To be at peace with oneself

2010-01-18T17:44:00.000+05:30

Being at peace with oneself is the best thing we can do for ourselves.

A person who is at peace with himself is at peace with the whole world.

When something goes wrong, we often take up the noble duty of criticizing ourselves mercilessly, ignoring the fact that every human being has follies, and he has full right to fail once in a while. In place of blaming or cursing ourselves if we take a stock of our own nature, we will always be calm. At peace with ourselves. Even if we commit a great blunder.

To be at peace with oneself one has to know oneself thoroughly and accept, love and forgive. Humbly acknowledge one’s virtues and try to improve them. Accept one’s vices with humility and try to rectify them if possible. If not then try to control them as much as possible.

A person who can’t do this is really one of the unluckiest persons.

True religion

2010-01-17T13:54:00.000+05:30

I am not one of them who think religion is an outdated concept. I believe in God and I believe that most of the religions teach a good way of life. And I prefer to pay a lot of attention to all the religious words and pick up the best ones for me and try to follow them.

I am very lazy, so instead of raking my own mind for a suitable code of conduct I prefer the knowledge left by my ancestors. All I do is brush them up and make them suitable for the present age. I don’t follow any one blindly, not even myself.

I believe a true religion never provokes its followers to mock, insult or harm any innocent living being. It never boasts about its superiority above other religions. It never insults, mocks or berates the belief of others. It just simply unfolds its beauty like a flower and let every one decide its worth.

Another martyr : Satish Shetty

2010-01-16T15:34:00.001+05:30

He had the courage of speaking out against corruption. The guts of challenging the powerful, corrupted people. So they chased him and killed him. If it was in some Western country I would have been hopeful that he will get his justice in Court. Can I hope the same here in India too? Chances are very slim, so all I can say that my deepest, wholehearted tributes are for him and all brave souls like him. Who had the courage of standing up and fighting evil.

I will wait for the day when the blood of these martyrs will result in punishing the evil-doers. Or better, their blood shall not be shed at all. The law will do its job and evil doers wont dare to flourish that much..

Power and corruption

2010-01-15T17:10:00.001+05:30

Why power is directly related to corruption? That is a question which has haunted me since my childhood days. I guess if we give someone ultimate power and convince him of that fact there are slim chances that he won’t abuse it.

There are very rare examples of such persons, who have the self control of an angel, who after being bestowed with immense power have not misused it. A little greater number succeeds in avoiding abuse though. They only end up misusing the power.

In today’s world power should be laid on people, organizations in such a manner that it can be revoked if needed. No one should be given the ultimate power because it certainly corrupts.

Ignorance about human trafficking

2010-01-14T16:40:00.000+05:30

Ignorance can be really deadly in today’s world. I was reading a news item in a newspaper just a few days back. It really was painful. A group of Indians eating langar in an Afghan gurudwara. They have been tricked by cunning agents there and have lost all their money, even passport and visa.

Government should be thinking about this trend seriously. It’s becoming a every day affair like human trafficking. Along with the government we educated persons too should try to spread the cautions against human trafficking of any sort.

Its really painful to think that a person sold off every thing that he owned hoping for a beautiful future and ended up in a foreign land, abused.

honour

2010-01-13T20:20:00.000+05:30

Recently I was discussing about honour with some of my friends. I never think about any thing superficially, I either think or do not think about it. So my thought express started its journey toward the station called reputation or honour.

Being born in a country where women burnt themselves alive in fear of being dishonoured I can understand this passion very easily. I have grown up reading about Rani Padmini, the divine beauty who killed herself happily so she does not have to surrender to an emperor. Who of course wanted to legally marry her. In childhood I adored her courage and after growing up I realized her self respect.

Some people will follow her without hesitation and others will compromise. Human passions are really a very interesting field to study, a very enjoyable show to watch. I love to gather as much as I can about human nature, feelings and passions and then watch the show called human life.

Respecting oneself

2010-01-12T18:47:00.000+05:30

People often think that I am arrogant. The reason is I don’t think that I am inferior to any one. I always treat others with respect and demand the same from them. I think I don’t have any right to disrespect others and vice versa unless one crosses one’s limit, that is, insults or misuses the respect bestowed upon him.

I think there is a difference between humility and inferiority complex. We all should practice humility, that is, if we are blessed with a talent we should never think that we are something extraordinary. But we should always think that we are human beings and we have full right to live a life of dignity and respect.

A person who does not respects oneself can’t respect others either. He may get intimidated by others or cower before them, but can he respect them? I believe not.

I believe in a simple policy. I walk my path with confidence on myself and others. I neither think that I am inferior to anyone, nor do I think I am superior to any one. We all have our vices and virtues.

Marriage vs live together

2010-01-11T14:22:00.000+05:30

Whether to make Live in relationships legal … This is one of the latest debates which is troubling traditional Indian minds. What are the plus points of live together?

You can check thoroughly before marrying if your spouse is as tempting as he was as a suitor. You will be able to judge each other completely before taking the holy oath of marriage.

As you have checked each other thoroughly before marrying, chances of divorce or marital dispute may slice down a lot.

If you two don’t find each other compatible you will be able to walk away without feeling social stigma which today’s youth have to face, branding it as immoral lifestyle.

You wont be tied up with a person you don’t like or have stopped liking for the rest of your life.

Now the minus points…

1. If your partner is a flirt under cover he or she may use and dump you without even looking back. Which in case of marriage law will force him to.

2. The health hazards of multiple broken relationships with multiple partners, which will become an inseparable part of live-in relationships once the social stigma is gone.

3. The risky life of children born out of such relationships, what will happen to them when their parents will enter one relationship after another along with them? How will they be treated by the other partners?

4. Reaping all sorts of profit including monetary will be easy for a untrustworthy partner. You may walk back to home one fine evening and see your mate has disappeared with all you have given him, or all she has bought with your money.

Now comes the holy matrimony. Its pluses are-

1. If two stable persons get married there is high possibility that they will live a life together. Of course with some up and down, but they will mend this relationship.

2. Two serious spouses will give a healthy environment for each other, children.

3. As their life will be tension free regarding family they will be better citizens and happier citizens.

4. In today’s world of STD and HIV one mate is the most desperately needed thing in world.

Minus points of holy matrimony:

1. If your spouse is exactly your opposite and you are somehow trapped together, and none is interested to change, you both are doomed.

2. If you both have separate perspective on every thing under the sky you both will both live a choking life.

3. If your spouse is a cheater.. on any ground, it can be in love, duty, behaviour any thing you are simply doomed.

4. If every thing else is perfect but you are not able to love each other, your life will feel like being wasted.

Swami Vivekananda

2010-01-08T12:10:00.001+05:30

“Arise! Awake! And stop not till the goal is reached.”

- Vivekananda

I sometimes feel really upset about my incapability in remembering birthdays of great people. Even if they are my heroes like swami Vivekananda. There are only two of them I remember clearly, Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose and of course Tagore. But even then I often forget on the date and these days, newspapers or media does not reminds us either. Gone are those sweet days when every newspaper announced the birthdays of these great personalities on the front page, now we keep track of day to day life of celebrities.

Swamiji was my type of hero. He dedicated his whole life for the well being of the deprived people. Left behind the legacy of Ram Krishna Mission. This still works tirelessly in the field.

His biography collected from internet: A spiritual genius of commanding intellect and power, Vivekananda crammed immense labor and achievement into his short life, 1863-1902 (6^th January, 1863 to July 4, 1902). Born in the Datta family of Calcutta, the youthful Vivekananda embraced the agnostic philosophies of the Western mind along with the worship of science.

At the same time, vehement in his desire to know the truth about God, he questioned people of holy reputation, asking them if they had seen God. He found such a person in Sri Ramakrishna, who became his teacher, allayed his doubts, gave him the vision of God, and transformed him into sage and prophet with authority to teach.

After Sri Ramakrishna's death, Vivekananda renounced the world and criss-crossed India as a wandering monk. His mounting compassion for India's people drove him to seek material help from the West. Accepting an opportunity to represent Hinduism at Chicago's Parliament of Religions in 1893, Vivekananda won instant celebrity in America and a ready forum for his spiritual teaching.

For three years he spread the Vedanta philosophy and religion in America and England and then returned to India to found the Ramakrishna Math and Mission. Exhorting his nation to spiritual greatness, he wakened India to a new national consciousness. He died July 4, 1902, after a second, much shorter sojourn in the West. His lectures and writings have been gathered into nine volumes.

Any one who wants to know a little more :

http://www.writespirit.net/authors/swami_vivekananda/biography-swami-vivekananda/

http://www.vivekananda.org/biography.asp

Loving oneself

2010-01-07T23:08:00.000+05:30

We are born and brought up with teachings that slowly and firmly instill a belief in us, that is, loving oneself is selfish. But if we honestly think, then we will realize, loving oneself is the natural thing. Every living being first loves him or her then others. There is nothing wrong in that. It becomes wrong if we sacrifice or use others for the sake of our well being.

There is a vast difference between loving oneself than others and using others for one’s happiness. I can always love myself more than anyone else yet live a completely unselfish life. A life without cheating or abusing anyone.

I believe to love and respect others one has to love and respect oneself first. Otherwise we will never be able to love and respect others.

If we love and respect ourselves truly, just the way we are that will work for our advantage. It will rid us of jealousy, inferiority complex etc.

I believe that it increases our capacity of loving others too. To love and accept others just the way they are. As we love and accept ourselves with all our vices and virtues. That teaches us that no one is perfect, but still every one is lovable. If we can love ourselves then we can love others too.

Tribals in India

2010-01-06T20:06:00.001+05:30

Tribals plight unpalatable’

NEW DELHI, 27 AUG: Describing as “unpalatable” the condition of tribals in the country, vice president Mr M Hamid Ansari today said the struggle to retain their identities and seek empowerment through the Constitutional framework has not yielded “commensurate outcomes”.

“For the 85 million scheduled tribes in India, the struggle to retain their identities and seek empowerment through our Constitutional framework has not yielded commensurate outcomes,” vice president said after inaugurating an international seminar on 'Adivasi/ST Communities in India: Development and Change'. The event was organised by the Institute of Human Development and supported by UNICEF, IFAD and Planning Commission.

Mr Ansari questioned whether “Adivasis” have been accorded the equality of opportunity or treated with “greater” attention and justice as per the Objective Resolution tabled by the first Prime Minister Pandit Jawahar Lal Nehru in the Constituent Assembly in 1946.
“The reality is unpalatable and the data speaks for itself,” he added. PTI

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I have always had a soft spot for Tribals. A truth which I can’t deny. Their innocence and honesty is irresistible to me.

Being born and brought up in a family of landlords I have had the privilege of mixing with them closely.

We had one woman working at our ancestral home for years. That woman was so honest that the whole house was left in her hands, with utensils worth thousands of rupees and other things which might have added up to another few thousands. While the whole family was scattered all over India she guarded that house.

She used to maintain that house like her own. We realized her dedication after she left to live with her nephew. Who used and threw her away. The last news I had of her was she was living with one of my relatives happily.

Every one will be able to understand the level of her honesty. I won’t have to elaborate it.

There was another couple who used to come to work for us at burdwan and in our ancestral home. This couple worked alone in houses littered with jewelry and cash, not a single thing was ever misplaced. But that did not meant they were hermits, if they liked some thing very much they asked us for that. They were really cute. I still remember when they used to come to work in our Burdwan house they always begged us for audio cassettes, we used to keep all the audio cassettes which we did not liked much for them. Their childish longing for them never ended.

My next brush with tribals was during my journey from burdwan to Kolkata. These people work in the fields of others during harvest for a meager amount. They used to throng in the trains, the thing which touched my heart was they never sat in the seats because they did not had the money to buy the tickets. I myself have often asked them to sit in the seats as they were empty but they never did, they sat on the floor chatting like a bunch of birds.

Even the ticket collectors knew that they won’t steal a thread. I too have noted it and have done it myself. No one bothered to grab her purse in case she was going away from the seat for a while.

When people like them suffer it’s a little shame to the society.

thin line

2010-01-05T12:50:00.000+05:30

Wise people say that human beings are only animal who think about the outcome of an action before acting and act likewise. This is the thin line between human and animal behaviour.

Are we crossing the line a bit too often and venturing too deep in the animal world? So rapidly and deeply that we have fears of becoming one of them? I will just share a few examples and ask you if I am thinking too negatively.

Every one loves a good joke, once upon a time people knew that every one does not shares same sense of humor, so they used to judge the taste of others before cracking a joke in public place, especially places like office, school or college. I joined a Medical Transcription Course last year; I have met quite a handful of people there who have left me a little confused, if they are human beings or animals wearing human skin. In my entire life I have never seen people discussing obscene things so openly and loudly, through out the day. I truly have left them behind with a deep suspicion that they are not mentally sane.

Just like that, I believe in today’s world most of the people do corrupted things not because they don’t have enough, but because they want more than they need. This is one vice absent in animals though. It’s found in only human beings and its escalating.

Another horrible thing is raising cruelty against children by adults. By children I mean any one who is below 21 years of age. In place of protective tendency for them they are being abused and often deliberately endangered. Like bombing in places full of children.

All I can hope for myself is I never join them. They are so many in numbers that I sometimes suspect that I walk an untrodden path.

Mother teresa

2010-01-04T13:56:00.000+05:30

As an Indian who is very much aware about the pain and suffering of her fellow countrymen my head bows for the saint of kolkata..Mother Teresa. We know very little about her, I collected this information from net on her birthday:

Special prayers were held at the headquarters of the Missionaries of Charity on 26th August, 2009, Wednesday on the occasion of Mother Teresa's 99th birth anniversary.

Mother Teresa's date of birth is disputed: "So unconcerned was she about accuracy in relation to the chronicling of her own life, and so disinclined actually to read anything written about her, that for many years and in a succession of books her birth date was erroneously recorded as 27 August 1910. It even appeared in the Indian Loreto Entrance Book as her date of birth. In fact, as she confided to her friend, co-worker and American author, Eileen Egan, that was the date on which she was christened Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu. The date which marked the beginning of her Christian life was undoubtedly the more important to Mother Teresa, but she was none the less actually born in Skopje, Serbia, on the previous day."

Albanian born Mother Teresa made Kolkata her home and dedicated her life to the service of the poor and the destitute.

Mother Teresa was beatified by the Pope in October 2003, paving the way for her canonization, or being declared a saint.

She qualified for beatification after Vatican officials acknowledged that she was responsible for a miracle in which an Indian woman was cured of stomach cancer through her intervention.
Mother Teresa died at the age of 87 on September 5, 1997. She was popularly known as the "Saint of the Gutter" due to her extraordinary love and dedication for poor, homeless and diseased people.

Teresa came to India in 1929 at the age of 18 and took up teaching and became an Indian citizen in 1948.

The nun started working in slums and later set up her Missionaries of Charity, which was approved by the Vatican in 1950.

The organization now runs more than 500 charity homes in over 100 countries.

Mother Teresa received several national and international awards for the social service that she did during her lifetime. They include the Magsaysay Award in 1962, the Pope John XXIII Peace Prize in 1971, the John F. Kennedy International Award in 1971 and the Nobel Peace Prize in 1979.

This poem was written by Mother Teresa and is engraved on the wall of her home for children in Calcutta.

People are often unreasonable, illogical, & self-centered; forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, People may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight: Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.

Mass illiteracy

2010-01-02T19:40:00.000+05:30

Political Science was one of my subjects up to graduation, my last landmark in traditional studies. After that my studies were limited to the vocational fields or fields of personal interest.

I was quite intrigued to know that Indian constitution have been borrowed from the constitution of UK and USA, two greatest landmarks of democracy. Then the next question immediately popped up, why are we such a failure in their comparison then? It opened a window of search in my mind. This forever searches and improves itself.

We can’t deny one thing that we have achieved a lot, but still we are failing in some grounds. Especially in the ground of human rights. My search window says the main reason behind this failure is most of Indians are not aware of their own human rights. So it’s easy to steal it from them. If someone left me a box of jewels without telling me its mine I will not care much if someone steals it. But if I knew that they are mine I will take care of it and most probably protect it too.

It somehow again points the fingers back to ourselves, the minority people of India who are educated and politically aware. The majority of Indians who live under poverty level and are illiterate/semiliterate act as a man handcuffed with us, who have rock tied around their neck, rock of illiteracy, poverty As a result we both sink together.

We will never be able to swim unless we free them from that rock called poverty and illiteracy. We will have to swim together to reach the shores.

Either we will have to ensure that they receive the necessary knowledge or we will have to share that knowledge with them. Living as a social animal is not a very easy thing to do. We have a collective responsibility towards each other. If we stand for each other we walk together for a greater future, if we fail each other we both fall together.

Making reservations under quota is hardly the solution. Giving money and power to a person who cant handle it is the worst mistake a society can make. If you want to give a person money and power you should first make him capable of digesting it. We can see that history has proved its authenticity through communism.

If we take a bird out of cage and set it free it will perish, because it will never be able to adjust itself to the immense responsibility that comes with liberty.

This is a lesson we can learn from our own society if we introspect seriously.

Satisfaction

2010-01-01T16:24:00.001+05:30

Every human being should be satisfied about these things:

First, his roots, because his roots are the power that is holding him to the ground. Without it no matter how beautiful his present is it will not stay that way. If you have a root, a family which is worthy of being proud of, better be so. Because having a confidence about one’s background always adds some extra confidence and grace to his present.

Second, his culture and heritage, a person is incomplete without this. When we come across other human beings we often get too much influenced by their culture or ways of life, because every society shows its best self to an outsider, as a result we often look down upon our own culture. Sooner or later we feel like a fool for doing that so better not do it at all. Every culture has its share of vices and virtues, respect your culture for its virtues and try to adapt the virtues of other cultures. But don’t look down upon your own identity. It will not do you any good. Nor should you disrespect others. That certainly will do you bad.

Third is your parents, if they are not monsters, if they are monsters you can walk away from them and do your duties from a distance otherwise never look down upon them. They are the one who brought you in this earth and took care of you when you were too feeble to even eat. I have seen people grumble about their parents and later curse themselves endlessly when they have passed away forever.

Fourth, your true friends, they are the only people who love you absolutely unselfishly, with all your silly ways. So, you too should love them with all their silly ways.

Fifth, life in general, never grumble about your life, try to change it for better but be happy with what you have already and try to relish it as much as you can. If you grumble too much about what you have think about those who are in the last stage of a terminal disease, they will happily accept all your problems because you are and will be alive for days to come.

Its good to improve ourselves, that’s a thing which should be done through out our life but its foundation should lie on a happy life, happy mind. Not a miserable mind and a wretched life.

Happy New Year!

2010-01-01T16:21:00.001+05:30

Goodbye 2009!

2009-12-31T14:15:00.002+05:30

Citizen Journalism = blogging

2009-12-31T12:23:00.000+05:30

God bless the concept of blogging. It has finally given the common, educated persons who are not literary experts or did not had the intentions of pursuing a career in journalism to have a platform to share their opinions, their thoughts, their point of view. This platform can be used as true citizen journalism, but the citizenship should include the entire world.

We may not be capable of creating a painting with our words like maupassant or tagore but may have some thing to say about some topic, which is related to our life, or the lives of our loved ones. Or may be we just want to share a beautiful experience, or warn others to not to repeat our mistakes.

Blogging has handed over that pen and writing pad to us, the common public of the world. The greater part of human population in the world. For the first time in human history- we have the freedom to express our opinion freely with the entire world and receive their responses. To open the window of our heart, soul and society wide, to let in air and light from the entire world.

Just like any political system, our political system too has its control over media. It may be well hidden but we all know that it is there, letters on sensitive issues are rejected, or articles on sensitive issues are rejected. Brave journalists get killed. Politics is always scared of media, the most popular weapon of public interaction, hence it tries to choke it or silence it, there is nothing surprising in that. But recently, specially after the spread of internet and communication through internet one thing has come forth that the picture has changed and a new horizon has opened to the socially aware people to come forth and speak their mind.

Blogging has become the largest weapon of spreading public awareness among the masses. People who cant become journalist but have their say about whats going on around them. They are not ready to be tormented without committing any fault any more. Nor are they interested to stay mute spectators of suffering of others.

Time after time internet has been used as a strong weapon against injustice or public display board. Take it from attack on lovestruck youngsters to terrorist attacks. The net was used by the common public like you and me to show our displeasure. To tell that we are united, a handful of us may squabble in the provocation of others but majority of us mind our own businesses. We believe in living in peace and let others live in peace.

The best thing about blogging is its completely under the control of the blogger. He or she can say any thing he or she feels like, there is no one to interfere or reject that opinion. This is the true independence of mind, people are free in the real sense of the word to write what they mean. Others may accept, agree or reject these thoughts.

Aggressiveness

2009-12-30T15:33:00.000+05:30

If we observe keenly we will sadly agree that modern world is of shoving and pushing. The more aggressive you are, the more mileage you will gain. Aggession and ruthlessness has become the mantra for success. Today the gentlemen are roughly pushed to back seat by less qualified or eligible go getters. The softer you are the worser nightmare your career life will become, no matter how capable you are if you cant fight tooth and nail for it, or opt for the “by hook or by crook” policy you wont be able to make steady place.

There will be always a fear lurking in the corner that some one will grab your well deserved seat by some under the seat method.

If we see we will realize that its just the way the society is moving, it does not all of a sudden pops up its head once a person joins an office. Modern day children are brought up that way. Our parents used to teach us compassion, humility, affection. Today the children are taught to be competitive, ruthless, selfish. When they grow up they give the society the same. It does not have any connection with poverty, today the luxury in the life of common man is far more than it was twenty years ago.

We were taught by our parents that sharing never makes you poor, it makes you spiritually rich. The boys and girls who did not shared were called selfish, but today they are called smart.

Some how the sharing tendency has changed to grabbing tendency. We have started to think mainly for only us, even our parents don’t fall in our private circle. We often take them as threat to our luxury too. We cant share our excess income with them, forget about bare necessities.

I have read in an article that its due to population explosion, a group of scientists have proved it with a group of rats in an confined enclosure. The more their numbers grew their aggression increased. If we study human society, we will see the same symptoms. There is an overeager ness for grabbing for things, which we may never need.

Say, for example, where is the problem in sharing our excess clothes or money with people who don’t have any? Is it necessary that we will have to make a postmortem or set up an enquiry committee to assess the worthiness of the stretched hand? How poor he really is, what does he does with the one rupee coin which we gave them or the rejected shirt we gave them? I remember the beautiful doha by rahim which meant those people who stretch their palm for favour are already dead, but those who refuse them are doubly so. They have died before them.

We are forgetting that every society moves together to get a goal. People bulldoze others in stampede or battlegrounds, not in a civilized society. If we turn away our face from the suffering of other peoples, burning down of their houses, our homes will not be saved either.

BEAUTIFUL GESTURES

2009-12-29T23:34:00.000+05:30

When I was a child I have been taught by my parents that we should say thank you to everyone who does some thing good to us and sorry when we do something bad to someone.

The same thing has been taught in schools I have learnt. I have personally added a few things to it, I think we all can practice it with the touch of heart, or else it will become a façade.

One, I always find out a quality in a person who has paid a compliment to me, if not then, I later pay him or her a compliment for his own virtues. Actually I like paying compliments voluntarily, and finding out qualities in people. I think by paying a person a compliment I spread a little harmless happiness. That’s a thing worth spreading to me. Not only that, if we make it a habit of finding virtues in others life becomes more pleasant for us and others. Recently a wonderful lady asked me why do we look for virtues in others and ignore our own virtues. After a little soul searching I thought, whatever the reason might be it increases love, feeling of security and trust in both hearts.

Two, if someone helps me; I certainly try to help him back. I either help him back in the same manner or some other. But , I never help anyone with hope of return, only a thank you is enough for me, a thank you from heart.

Three, if someone gifts me something, let it be a petty thing like a greeting card or pen, I always keep that in mind and when I am out shopping I don’t forget to buy something for him. I have seen that some people have a habit of gifting near and dear friends but they rarely get it back. I don’t know whether they mind or not, but may be somewhere deep down it hurts.

Four, showing a little consideration to elderly, fragile or people facing emergency. But I have gladly noted that people of Kolkata are very kind in this regard. Some grumble but finally they let them have their seat.

Thus spoke the prophet

2009-12-28T14:56:00.000+05:30

His Last Sermon

O People, lend me an attentive ear, for I know not whether after this year I shall ever be amongst you again. Therefore listen to what I am saying very carefully and take these words to those who could not be present here today.

O People, just as you regard this month, this day, this city as Sacred, so regard the life and property of every Muslim as a sacred trust. Return the goods entrusted to you to their rightful owners. Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you. Remember that you will indeed meet your Lord, and that he will indeed reckon your deeds. Allah has forbidden you to take usury (interest), therefore all interest obligations shall henceforth be waived. Your capital is yours to keep. You will neither inflict nor suffer any inequity. Allah has judged that there shall be no interest and that all the interest due to Abbas ibn 'Abd'al Muttalib (the Prophet's uncle) be waived.

Every right arising out of homicide in pre-islamic days is henceforth waived and the first such right that i waive is that arising from the murder of Rabiah ibn al Harithibn.

O People, the unbelievers indulge in tampering with the calender in order to make permissible that which Allah forbade, and to forbid that which Allah has made permissible. With Allah the months are twelve in number. Four of them are holy, three of these are successive and one occurs singly between the months of Jumada and Shaban.

Beware of Satan, for the safety of your religion. He has lost all hope of that he will be able to lead you astray in big things, so beware of following him in small things.

O People, it is true that you have certain rights with regard to your women but they also have rights over you. Remember that you have taken them as your wives only under Allah's trust and with His permission. If they abide by your right, then to them belongs the right to be fed and clothed in kindness. Do treat your women well and be kind to them for they are your partners and committed helpers. And it is your right that they do not make friends with anyone of whom you do not approve, as well as never to be unchaste. O People, listen to me in earnest, worship Allah, say your five daily prayers, fast during the month of Ramadhan, and give your wealth in Zakat. Perform Hajj if you can afford to.

All mankind is from Adam and Eve, an Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab; also a white has no superiority over a black nor a black has any superiority over a white - except by piety and good action. Learn that every Muslim is a brother to every Muslim and that the Muslims constitute one brotherhood. Nothing shall be legitimate to a Muslim which belogs to a fellow Muslim unless it was given freely and willingly. Do not therefore do injustice to yourselves. Remember one day you will meet Allah and answer your deeds. So beware: do not stray from the path of righteousness after I am gone.

O People, no prophet or apostle will come after me, and no new faith will be born. Reason well, therefore, O People, and understand my words which I convey to you. I leave behind me two things, the Qur'an and my Sunnah and if you follow these you will never go astray.

All those who listen to me shall pass on my words to others and those to others again; and may the last ones understand my words better than those who listen to me directly. Be my witness, O Allah, that I have conveyed Your message to Your people.

This sermon was delivered on the Ninth Day of Dhul-Hijjah 10 A.H. in the 'Uranah valley of Mount Arafat' in Mecca.

A little promise to myself

2009-12-27T12:27:00.000+05:30

In this world of pain and betrayal not to lose my heart and spirit if my expression of love, respect and trust is misinterpreted

Instead of getting hurt making my heart and soul strong enough to radiate these feelings irrespective of the responses.

People get so much hurt because of their innocent nature that they flinch at every hand stretched at them.

I promise myself to be nonchalant toward their reaction as much as I can, and keep my heart and soul full of affection, respect and love for as many fellow human beings as possible.

We can never know why a person bites the hand that feeds him, may be someone has misused his gratitude in the past one too many times. Or may be his past is so dark that he cant see light in human beings. I should try not to judge his actions, in place of that I should let his rudeness trickle down my soul like a drop of water trickles down the leaf to grass, without leaving behind a scar.

In place of expecting rewards from human beings I should hope that God, who sees it all, blesses me with more chances of serving his children happily.

Merry XMAS!

2009-12-26T12:45:00.001+05:30

A carol

2009-12-26T12:43:00.003+05:30

those of you who want to read the carol, just copy it in your computer and read it, its worth reading, atleast i loved it very much. :)

Gratitude for life

2009-12-23T16:03:00.000+05:30

Every morning when we wake up if we thank God for giving us a brand new day, a roof over our head and bread on our plate, our point of view towards life changes.

Gratitude for what we have in life, the good things and what we don’t have in life.. bad things turns our life into a piece of stable happiness.

When I was a child I used to wake up looking forward to a brand new day, this continued till first job. Then slowly I became worldly wise. That world is not made of only good people, there are people who will ruin you for nothing, just to make the path of their life easier.

Then for a decade or so my faith in human beings started to go downward.. and suddenly I realized one thing, that God is our best friend and she keeps the faith.. every thing changed thereafter.

We suffer most when we live without gratitude. There is one entity to whom we can be grateful through out the life.. God. Apart from God there are so many things which we can be grateful for.

A healthy body, a life, a home, food, clothes.. the sense to enjoy them all. Our tastes, our hobbies…the list can go on if we sit down with gratitude in our heart.

I have once read a beautiful mail that said every morning I wake up I thank god..

For giving me another day

For life to meet it

For eyes to see it

For mind to know it

For a tongue to speak

A pair of hands and legs to perform my duties.

For a tongue to speak and taste the various tastes.

For a roof on my head, a bed, a clean set of clothes…..

Our list of gratitude will go on and on if we let it.

A beautiful bond called friendship

2009-12-22T11:57:00.000+05:30

A beautiful bond called friendship, it is one of the purest and unselfish bond which binds two human hearts together. A bond praised by even angels. A relationship admired by human beings for centuries. This brings together two complete strangers and ties them together with a bond deeper than love or affection.

When we love we seek the pleasure of the physical companionship of our mate, his closeness, his loving, and his companionship.

When we love our parents we hope for their guidance, their protection and other helps.

When we love our children we hope their affection and patience with us when we are old.

Somehow our own happiness gets mingled with theirs to form a complete relationship. But when we share affection with our friends all we need is a little time and place from their life. Our expectation starts and ends there. We stay content with whatever we get, never complain.

We always back off when our friend is chasing his priorities, his love, his family duties or career, we back without complain. We never demand any thing from him.

Next time when any of your relationship loses all its colour and splendour, don’t bid it goodbye, mould it into friendship and see the difference, the only requirement is both will have to be willing to do so.

half justice

2009-12-20T12:53:00.003+05:30

Today morning i was reading a news piece in a newspaper. The story really moved me. Its really painful when protectors become hound.

The story narrated was a girl won the lusty eyes of a very powerful man, refused and lodged a case ending in her suicide and destruction of her family, while the rest of the society watched a ganged up harassment of that family. (The case is still awaiting judgment so I cant say who is true or what is the actual story but this thing is quite a common practice these days...)

These wolves in sheep's attire somehow remind me of those German Shepherd dogs who used to gobble up the lambs while the Shepherds thought that the wolves have eaten them.

Whenever someone shows the courage to fight them back they bring down hell on their victims and their famillies.

Why does the rest of the society acts like a pack of lambs? Dont we know that if we let our neighbour's home burn the fire will reach ours too?

I used to think that incidents like these are rare, i very sadly realized that its quite common in India. May be Indian society needs a real shaking from the roots to wake up and stop acting like lambs.

Gratitude

2009-12-19T12:27:00.002+05:30

Gratitude, a divine word, but this feeling, and its expression should be measured for our own sake. Because this feeling is often used as a weapon of exploitation against a noble heart.

Every one has read the epic Ramayan, how Dashrath’s grateful nature resulted in his death pining for his beloved son. Those who have not, Dasharath was a great king, one of his queens once saved his life, he promised her that he will fulfill her three wishes. Then time passed by and time came when Dasharath was about to hand over his throne to his elder-most son, Sriram that very day the queen requested him to fulfill her three wishes, as a result Sriram went to forest and her son Bharat was made the king. Dasharath died pining for his beloved son in a very short span of time.

It’s a very true word, gratitude blesses the heart which holds it, I some how feel that a person without gratitude is hardly a human being. But, then again this feeling can be overwhelming, it can blind us from realizing selfish motives behind a petty act of kindness. I have often wanted to discuss the flip and the flop side of this coin.

Lets first take up the beautiful sides of this divine virtue which makes our soul beautiful, without which we somehow lack to be human being. It is often quoted as essence of humanity. It gives happiness not only to the person who does a good deed, it makes the person on the receiving end a happier person. Because by realizing the good deed and its beauty he relishes it twice.

On the other hand this is a virtue which can make us puppet in the hands of a scheming person. People who help others and in return of that help sometimes completely control their life. I am not talking on this topic based on assumptions, they are mostly based on my personal experiences, and experience of years.

I once personally knew a lady from intimate proximity, who used to give gifts to her own siblings as payment of services, or as advance payment of services. She used to give gifts after some one did her some service, or give some one a gift and immediately thereafter request that person to do some thing for her. Now, most of the people will execute that request out of gratitude. And usually her expectations were far more higher than the petty gifts she used to hand out. She used to control the very life of her hapless gift receivers, preying on their sense of gratitude. But can we call them gifts? Or shall we call it the price of those works? Or she never helped any one unless she extracted a bigger help in return of that help. Can we call these help?

So very often have I heard people boasting or stating to their close persons, that they have helped a person in his bad days so he is bound to help them anywhere, any time that I have started to believe that some people help others to enslave them. Do we help others to create a right on them for a pay back of that help? Its natural that we will expect some gratitude from a person we have helped, but why shall we expect return, or be more precise demand return? After all, a help is supposed to be an unselfish action, or else it will be called a paid service, not help.

I have seen a few persons actually doing like that in my life, heard a few more complaining about help that were not returned, but, there are high chances that there are more people like them. Who help others with the expectation that they have bound that person in a string of emotional or real obligation.

Some introspection and study of human nature has taught me one thing, which I don’t think a lot of people agree with, that is, its ok to not pay back every help. Or feel extremely grateful to every one who has helped us. I firmly believe that one should try his level best to not harm a person who has done him some good, but to feel overwhelmed by helps… well…

Compassion

2009-12-18T19:21:00.003+05:30

Recently I was reading a news and some thoughts expressed about that news in newspapers. Recently a panel of judges have expressed their opinion that as human civilisation has not been able to abolish flesh trade, it should be legalized.

the thing which really shocked me was it was stated as a huge portion of our country is below poverty level we cant stop flesh trade.

so where are we heading? We cant share our bread with our fellow human beings when they have empty plates, but we can exploit their poverty in the most outrageous ways.... we should seriously think about having "compassion" for our fellow beings. Human and Non Human.

I wonder, how about giving this women the dignity which they deserve and give them the direction and help to return home and live a healthy life? Accepting them as human beings not lepers.... which they are.

there was a time when burning wives with their dead husbands was a rule of our country, or hating a huge section of persons on the basis of their birth, were they good things? they too have not been abolished completely but we are working for that.

power of people

2009-12-17T21:40:00.002+05:30

I truly admire the POWER OF PEOPLE. This power has proved itself again and again. Sometimes for good and sometimes for bad. Sometimes it has caused World wars and sometimes it has brought peace.. like the era of Budhdhism or this present era. Which is slowly but firmly saying "NO" to violence. The signs are too clear, human beings are exhausted with mindless bloodshed, only some places are disturbed, like the aftermath of a great explosion, others are slowly falling back to peace.

I am waiting for the day when this power will be applied to save earth, our planet from the destruction towards it is heading.

if we, the people wake up and realize that measures to save the earth SHOULD BE taken then we may not be too late.

Planting trees and taking care of them is one of the best ways i guess. And if we love birds and animals then we may opt for fruit trees instead of other trees.

Educating others about the environment disasters can be a very good way of fighting this cause. I myself have learnt most of it from others, because i dont know much about these things other than the things i read in internet or newspapers. Its there i have read that planting trees can be one of the best ideas and preserving the waterbodies and other things can be equally nice idea.

I think in this over crowded planet educated people should be parting logical solutions for saving the earth and every one should try to spread those message around them. best way i think should be targetting the school children, because they are the best teachers in the whole wide world, with greatest level of enthuciasm.

a fair warning

2009-12-15T23:01:00.005+05:30

When i first saw men in black II i was particularly amused by one scene, in that scene a giant alien was gnawing on the end part of a metro train, poor will smith first told the commuters to immediately rush to the engine, they of course ignored him, none even asked him from where has he appeared all of a sudden....

he was taking a free ride on the head of that alien, who sent him crashing through the back door of the metro.

then the commuters saw the alien and went all crazy, every body running for their life. i still remember with a grin the sarcasm which was dripping from Will Smith's face when he saw them running.

In my long run of blogging i have met some people who dont mind stealing other people's works on net, or harassing others. i have been harassed to no end by a gang of trolls for more than two years, WORST PART IS THEY USE MY BLOG NAMES, AFTER SLIGHTLY MODIFYING THEM OR OPENING THE SAME BLOGS UNDER OTHER WEBSITES. That is why i always keep my friends informed about the blog sites i am using/not using. I hope my friends are not like the commuters of that train.

i dont want them to be fooled by any troll or favour seeker using my name. i recently even deleted a remote desktop connection file from my computer, and my brother said these files are mainly used by favour seeking spammers... "please help me in transferring millions of dollars my husband left in a foreign bank before dying :)"

so... WHEN I SAY SOMETHING .... BETTER KEEP THAT IN MIND. There is one thing i can certainly vow about, I WILL NEVER ASK ANY ONE ANY KIND OF FAVOURS, IF SOME ONE ASKS YOU SOME FAVOUR THAT WILL NOT BE ME. :)

price

2009-12-14T22:12:00.000+05:30

When I first read a quotation by famous Indian politician Chanakya I was a little skeptical of it. It said there is nothing called an unselfish relationship in this world, every relationship has its price tag attached to it. Then I started to toy with that quote in my mind and concluded that he was right, as long as he was talking about normal human beings. Human beings like you and me.

Just a few days back I was exchanging sms with one of my friends, a wonderful human being. In response to one of his comments I said that I don’t change my mind about friends, when I call a person my friend I mean that for lifetime. They may walk away or our paths may part but their affection keeps burning like the home hearth. But that hearth also needs its fuel, does not it?

Chanakya was right, only he went superficially, every relationship has its price, nothing good comes for free, the better the thing, the higher the price is.

Last week I read a poem in one of my friend’s blogs, it said that every pond holds jewel in its heart but they are not for fools or lazy persons, and I wanted to add that not for those who don’t know what a jewel is.