Handwriting Thought

It was year 1994. I was at Chennai (Madras). On holidays I always liked to enjoy the cool breeze of Marina Beach or hopping through Higginbotham book racks, the biggest book store there at that time. I am a book insect (I call myself the grasshopper, I don’t like worms). I had never seen any such a big book store with the freedom to move, choose and buy facility. At Higginbotham, I felt like the free bird, which can perch on any branch. Oh! There was nothing to sit to read in the store, I did not like it. Standing constantly my legs used to ache after few hours. On other days I had flipped the books of almost all the sections except the astrology and cooking section. I did not have too much belief astrology those days but I like to try. I tried to go through the books of the section. But I pulled the book whose title was handwriting analysis. I pulled the book out. Before I tell the content of the book let me tell about my handwriting. Starting from class II, my Maa was very much concerned with my handwriting. I stood second in my class because of my handwriting. My competitor Dheeraj was the proud owner of beautiful handwriting so every teacher including my Maa used to give him better marks. How much I tried to write nicely, I failed. If I tried to make it decorative my writing speed slowed down. If I tried to write fast, the quality compromised. So like other guys I did not had any so called fair notebook. My fair notebook also appeared like rough notebooks of others. The pattern continued till my last Navodaya days. Handwritng matters for marks, I was sure. In every exam now I guess, I have lost at least 5 percent marks due to my handwriting. I know Maa used to tell me that my every alphabet should be legible. In Bengali she used to call my handwriting as “Kekrar Bekrar Theng” (Like legs of crab).As a punishment she used to beat on my palms few times too, to make me attentive towards my handwriting. May she have got more pain than me at those times. She has a pretty handwriting. He used to give me a fresh notebook for writing a page a day even in my class VI. My every effort failed. Even then my handwriting did not looked nice as my friends. I had a lot of inferiority complexion those days in this matter. Naturally I was looking for the way why his handwriting is nice, why mine is bad. I also write the same alphabets as others do but mine never looked fine. Although the simple answer was write nice then see it nice. But I wanted to know why my handwriting is not going the proper way. My thirst for the scientific reasoning behind the handwriting seemed to end that day at Higginbotham. When I opened the book, It was full of various albhabets of different shapes. It was a jumble of at least 10 types of I’s and j’s and almost every alphabet and so many writing pattern of so many human traits.
I tried to compare my i ‘s my o’s , capitals, slants from my habit of writing and those given in the book. I got my answer. I was much ashamed that day because of the introspection I did with my handwriting. It was just a mirror of my thoughts and my nature in those days. And I did not have much money on the day. Most of the time I did not have tendency to buy the books there but to read the variety of books and most good books were costly. I could not buy the book. Next month as soon as my money from home reached there, I bought the book. So the determination of more than 10 years and availability of such book inspired me to think over my handwriting afresh. At the time my age was 17 years. Changing handwriting was not as easy task, so changing the ego I had. Now I must tell that my handwriting was my reflection of my thoughts most of which was hidden to outsiders.Naturally I was determined to improve myself. My Dadu (father of my mother) is a proud owner of good handwriting too. I will put some of his samples on my website in near future. He always used the fountain pen and he used to suggest us using the same. I bought a fountain pen and started using it. Still since then I prefer to use a fountain pen. I became a child student and the book was a teacher for me. I tried according to the book selectinging the best possible way to write the alphabet suiting the characteristic I liked to be in myself. It was a painful time to change the handwriting so changing my personality. I never believe anything until it is told with good reasoning. The book said that our fingers works according to the signals sent from the brain and it have been observed that there are specific pattern appearing from the specific personality. Every week I used to analyze my handwriting with the book. I was moving towards betterment. I was very much happy on the day when a new friend told “Prem, your handwriting looks nice”. Thanks God, He had not seen my earlier handwritings. Anyway “A word of praise to a hardworker gives wonderful result”— Jaya. It took almost one full year to change my handwriting fully. But still today I recognize one thing in my handwriting that there is a hidden and basic similarity between my childhood’s handwriting and today.And this hidden pattern can be recognized by any other graphologist only. This basic pattern is the basic nature of one’s personality. Due to which I am a unique personality like everybody else which can never be changed. Fascinated with the subject if I get time, I do help others to show the scope of improvement through the handwriting. I am a frequent visitor of museums and I like to sit on the floors there . Kolkata museum have several samples of handwriting of many great personalities (My analysis : Kaviguru Ravindra Nath Tagore was over secretive to hide his mistakes to add the flow of thought , he used to blacken completely his mistakes). Many a people ask me whether a person having a nice handwriting have a nice personality. Actually what they tell nice may not be nice in our analysis terms. So I tell him “May or may not be”. There are patterns and traits which shows the personality just not the beauty of the handwriting. Any way your handwriting reflects you as a mirror. It certainly reflects your current mood and mental state. And there is every scope to improve it till the age of 25 unless someone is strongly determined to do it after this age too. Many of my friends tried to test me. I told them I can score 7 out of 10 if you bring samples as per the rules of analysis. I succeeded and most of the time I got distinction. A Few times I could not. It was easier for me when I know whose handwriting sample it is. In contrast it’s difficult and satisfactory, when I don’t know whose handwriting I am given. 3 years ago when I used to reside in Siliguri, one of my Nepali friends brought a notebook of some of his friend from his institute and told me to analyze it. I took two hours for it and I told him the characteristic of the person. He told me that I was correct and he became disappointed. The reason was the person was opposite to my friend’s nature. I asked about the person whose sample he brought to analyze. The person turned out to be a girl reading in his class and to whom he wanted to propose !!

Scientific Thinking of an Illiterate woman

Today morning I had a peculiar pain in my neck, I could not move the neck to my right side. Maa told me that it may be due to some faulty seeping posture. We talked about the pains in the body .She have a long experience with chronic pain. She is an efficient ayurvedic doctor without any medical degree. We have an almirah full of such ayurvedic herbs and books. But preparing ayurvedic medicines is very lengthy process. So she suggested me an exercise which she learnt from an old illiterate woman, who used to live near to her school. In Govt. schools here you can see such ladies collecting cow dung into the school premises. So she knew my mother well . My She was well conversant with Maa. Now one day she suggested that “Didiji (Madam) you have pain in your body now, I will give you a mantra which will cure your pain”. Seeing Maa’s inquisitive she continued to tell “ See I am giving you the mantra. Don’t tell any body else — Stand near the electric pole ( the electric lamp posts near the road which is flat and made of concrete) and keep your whole back as well as your feet and back of the head in contact against the pole. Keep your eyes straight and tell yourself “You are my Bhasur (Elder brother of one’s husband) and I am your Bhawo ( Wife of one’s younger brother ) three times slowly. But no body should see you.” Do it daily you will feel relieved from pain.”. My Maa kept smiling while telling the story.
And Maa did not went to any pole and did not muttered the line but followed the underlying scientific theory behind the mantra. Maa did it at home and got relief from pain to some extent.
“The lesson is to stand straight against a wall and stretch the body to the maximum height and do breathing exercises”.
I am too inspired by the old illiterate woman.

15 Laws of Life – Vivekananda

What You Need to Keep in Mind
1. Love Is The Law Of Life: All love is expansion, all selfishness is contraction. Love is therefore the only law of life. He who loves lives, he who is selfish is dying. Therefore, love for love's sake, because it is law of life, just as you breathe to live.
2. It's Your Outlook That Matters: It is our own mental attitude, which makes the world what it is for us. Our thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. The whole world is in our own minds. Learn to see things in the proper light.

3. Life is Beautiful: First, believe in this world – that there is meaning behind everything. Everything in the world is good, is holy and beautiful. If you see something evil, think that you do not understand it in the right light. Throw the burden on yourselves!

4. It's The Way You Feel: Feel like Christ and you will be a Christ; feel like Buddha and you will be a Buddha. It is feeling that is the life, the strength, the vitality, without which no amount of intellectual activity can reach God.

5. Set Yourself Free: The moment I have realised God sitting in the temple of every human body, the moment I stand in reverence before every human being and see God in him – that moment I am free from bondage, everything that binds vanishes, and I am free.

6. Don't Play The Blame Game: Condemn none: if you can stretch out a helping hand, do so. If you cannot, fold your hands, bless your brothers, and let them go their own way.

7. Help Others: If money helps a man to do good to others, it is of some value; but if not, it is simply a mass of evil, and the sooner it is got rid of, the better.

8. Uphold Your Ideals: Our duty is to encourage every one in his struggle to live up to his own highest idea, and strive at the same time to make the ideal as near as possible to the Truth.

9. Listen To Your Soul: You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.

10. Be Yourself: The greatest religion is to be true to your own nature. Have faith in yourselves!

11. Nothing Is Impossible: Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin – to say that you are weak, or others are weak.

12. You Have The Power: All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.

13. Learn Everyday: The goal of mankind is knowledge… now this knowledge is inherent in man. No knowledge comes from outside: it is all inside. What we say a man 'knows', should, in strict psychological language, be what he 'discovers' or 'unveils'; what man 'learns' is really what he discovers by taking the cover off his own soul, which is a mine of infinite knowledge.

14. Be Truthful: Everything can be sacrificed for truth, but truth cannot be sacrificed for anything.

15. Think Different: All differences in this world are of degree, and not of kind, because oneness is the secret of everything.

Bride Wanted – A classified

It’s quite exhilarating and awaited words for thousands of parents and guardians (Of course prospect brides too) which appear on Sunday issues of newspaper. I am among the thousands. I read Hindi, English and Bengali paper every Sunday. Once I read it, I decide not to read it next Sunday. Oh! My decision fails next Sunday. Not the topic but the content in it repels me. Some words seem to hurt me, May I am new to these things!

Starting with caste and creed, and showing the status of the Groom (who tells that one should not ask the salary of man?) .Then comes some common words, if not common for each ad but most popular one. I must clarify here that as a reverse effect these words also appear in Groom wanted section too.

B’ful /Beautiful/Very beautiful: So first the upper appearance matters! What do we think of the beautiful mind behind each face? Do only beautiful faces contain beautiful(thoughtful) minds? Or one need not be concerned about the mind at all?

Extremely fair/ Very fair / Fair: Does fairer skin means that one will be adjustable to the family or society? Does it mean that one will get the fair behavior after marriage? Does it mean that the generation will improve in colour? Ok! I wish they should write it. At least the cosmetic companies will be benefited along with you .Since the companies can make the prospect bride fairer in few weeks or 5 rupees.

Slim: Analogous to above terms this term needs clarification to me. Do they want model type configuration? Do they mean that the prospect wife should look smart in jeans while sitting behind the bike as well as gorgeous in Benarasi sari in family functions? Or do they want just a physically fit bride?

Homely: So one is going to bring a bride in “his home”. And he is a busy executive. He has aged parents at home. Someone is needed to look after the parents who spent sleepless night for changing the nappies when the Mr. Executive was an infant! And after all who will take care of home, children, etc.?

I don’t want to hurt any one who will be a bride of someone and who have all the above qualities (Our stereotype society call it !) and probable more qualities addition to it.
I just want to ask that, are these the primary symbols of womanhood and its existence. Does these words does not underestimate a woman. Like selling or buying property, are using these words a necessity for human too?

Why don’t see any advertisement like?…

“Wanted a human, a companion, whose brains I can read. With whom I can share the joys and pains, laughter and tears to complete the important part of the journey.”

Certainly more things needed to be added as per your convenience. And is this not enough?

Blogging@Big-Ears

When do I post my blogs, next thing I do is, checking my previous blogs, not to revise them but to check the comments posted on them. There are always 0 comments like thousands other blogs posted here. I am happy to know this fact. Introspection – Did I heard any body’s voice? Did I heard my seniors the front benchers and front runners. So I start hearing my seniors. Consequently I start seeing their blogs. Almost everyone here has tried to pour her/his soul. If the frequencies of those blogging souls meet my frequency, I put comments (I have to learn how to comment well). My senior bloggers keep talking keeping me near to them. I will like to hear more and more everyday. We the Navodayans are accustomed to do so. We had long morning assembly at the JNVP at the Maranga campus on green grass under the blessing sunshine.
There most part of it will be spent on hearing our principal sir’s (Dr .S. N. Jha’s) long speeches and moral stories (Some days it lasted two hours too. I don’t know whether Jaya had such an experience ). He used to tell us that’s our endurance test and patience that we were hearing him sitting in the fierce sunshine. His speeches still stands true in practical life. Being a Navodayan, I have big ears for bloggers. And Listening is a nice experience.

Addiction – If you can help me!

To me everyone is seems to be addicted. So I am addicted too. Before I tell about myself let me tell about my colleagues. Mr. Sampat before smoking, chews pan. Neither he throws the pan nor he swallows it. May the taste increases as much as he chews it. If some urgent talks is going to starts, he will move to the window and spit half of the chewed portion between the window rods. Judiciously he will save the half of it in mouth and start chewing again. The window rods have become red coloured and rusty due to his spitting. We have Mr. Kishor, a younger colleague. He will get a pouch of Rajnigandha and tear it. He will again tear a packet of Tulsi and put it’s content in the Rajnigandha powder to make a mixture. As a routine work he will pour the whole mixture in his mouth to chew. Human can mimic cow’s style perfectly. He feels confident and starts working. Mr. Pandit is teetotaler so would not touch anything but he is desperate for “money matters” and he will keep every account of it. He is an accountant in Sarkari (government )office. Due to him only our govt. offices have reached so respectable position in our sight. But Mr. Riyaz is quite economical. He likes Khaini (raw tobacco with lime). Near to him if some one is wishes for his work to be done earlier than other waiting persons. He will start preparing khaini for him after rubbing the tobacco and lime together. Mr. Ankit, the peon is not an exception, one day he came drunk wine and sat in front of the accountant and started telling his grievances against the office. So we are leaving a mutually understanding environment. Each one suggests other to be good. Why should I be the exception. Being a person sitting apart from them in my glass cabin, I have tried to avoid all this. But I am addicted too! I too search for something as soon as clocks ticks 5.00 clock and my office hours finishes. I, as well you call this addiction “www”. I think it’s very much sticky and never finishing like chewing gum. And my "http://www". seems more tasty as much I chew it. It’s taste also changes as per the time. If some friend sees me at this time on my PC, he will surely comment that I have become addicted to Internet. I try to explain it’s taste to him. But he will still advise, it’s injurious to my health. Yes, I accept it. When someday at tours or when our office or home internet link does not work, I feel quiet bad. And tense mentally. Since last 6 years I am addicted to it starting my student life. Like my other colleague, I cannot leave my addiction .And I want to be entangled with this world wide web. And I cannot help myself. I am sending a SOS to you :-). If you can help me….