Kiss of Red Skins

I should not have written all these – but today I can’t help myself , its all unbearable – and I have to write all these !

In day time mostly, I see her along with her friends. Their thin waist and sharp features are remarkable.Their disciplined walk along the same road, I do really admire. Their walk seems, they are walking on ramp. Should I mention about their pink- red skin. Above all, her and her friend’s hard work everybody praises in our locality.

On our personal interactions, she always used to praise my cooking – And many a times, she used to sneak into my kitchen. It was great, when she used to come alone. But when she used to came along with her brother and her niece and nephew’s friends, I really did not liked that. One day she came along with her parents ! Anyway I do like to make adjustment and maintain a private territory many a times.

Everything was going right. Neither she, nor I had any complaints against each other. Beauty is to see, not to touch, Beauty is to touch not to destroy…

Day before yesterday, I was ready to go to office. Just I left the house, near to gate- she kissed me. It was too much in the hot season of May.

It all happened just before I started for office.Yeah she kissed me on my chest. I came back in the house again along with her. Her kiss was hot. I took out my shirt. But it was still unbearable. Why she did so ! I picked her hands and moved her away. Thanks that she did not kissed me on the main road. I like to forgive many a times, as well as I wanted to forget everything.

In night I slept. She was there near to me ! Near to my pillow. I got up feeling her touch. How she came there, I could not believe in dark !

I switched on the light. She was there along with one dozen friends. Her demand of Cookies and Chocolates and all my affection I can meet, but her presence along with all her friends is now unacceptable. Seems, what a sweet person I am !

I am tired of these little lovely ladies, though they are very hard workers and innocent too, but I am tired of these omnipresent creatures – the small red ants.

Though I keep my house clean like any other Bengali house. But now, their intrusion in my territory is unacceptable. Because apart from kitchen and book selves, they are present in bed cushion, shirts, computer speakers, keyboard, and believe it or not inside one of the computer hard disk !

Especially Only Today !

Notice : Next year on the same date, I am going to distribute all my property (!!) to my friends !

Most probably, neither I will die nor you, but we may plan to meet next year on same day, as I am planning to do so .

Many Many Many Many ( 4 times) Happy Birthday to the persons – who are born today. They do save the money of birthday celebrations, and increase the number of 4 candles at once and jump 4 years today.

Round the year we can celebrate –
Happy friendship day ( As every day is new in friendship)
Happy birthday( Every new morning we do feel born )
Happy Valentine Day ( Every moment we love someone)
Happy All Day…..

But today is such a day that it must be celebrated today only because it it comes only after 4 years. So I wish you, Happy Leap (year) Day.. ЁЯЩВ

But why does these leap years occur ? Read more for answers…

On the personal front, one secret revelation is, Wish If I can get married today anyhow !! Surprised – because I might not needed to keep in memory the marriage anniversary date every year and hear her complains that I forget all days ЁЯЩВ At least after 4 years, I could have gifted her a diamond necklace after accumulating money in my gift budget for the four years ЁЯЩВ

Making Myself Smart

I am a small town’s ordinary guy, looking khalis XYZ… stumbled into this corporate world. I am writing it, as I want to look smart.

Today, Reebok logo sneaks out from my shoes ! To mention, I took care of that logo while purchasing the shoe as it should be seen prominently. My grandma will laugh aloud, if she hears the price. But I have to buy that one here for so called my feet’s comfort and of course a show off !

While walking, I do take care that my branded jean’s logo sticker reflects itself from my butt. Levis Strauss will get at least one compliment from my colleague. I preferred to change my specs and replaced with newer frameless ones, from the showroom of Lawrence and Mayo. My T-Shirt declares that – I am imported Nike. I walk composed with effervescence of some fine deo into the air around, as girls like them !

With so many self learnt tricks of looking smart, I learnt the art of saying “Hi” after widening my lips.

I am trying to adapt the metro culture here in Bangalore.

Though I am a avid lover of movies especially thematic ones, since last one year in Bangalore, with such nice multiplexes, I still have to enter some hall. May be its going to be 2 years that I have been to a cinema hall. Blame not still having allocated money to be spent for my dear-friends or not having sufficient time on weekends. I do wish to go, but when my own people will be around here ! Funny, is not !

Its my personal preference that, my real life activity partners and friends don’t even appear in the friend list of Orkut, whoever there are, better to call them acquaintances. Some of them never registered even there.

Keep reading, now to confess, few days back, I did asked one of my expert classmate, what is flirting ! He laughed a lot, and gave me some tips. I wished, had I learnt them earlier. Similarly last year I asked another friend, what is dating. What girls and guys do in dating ? Shy… I felt while I asked the question. Though I don’t want to appear dumb, but wanted to know, as small towns doesn’t give much opportunity to learn this art/science of knowing the opposite sex better !

In metro, these lessons seem necessary for majority of smart junta. Experimentation / time pass / natural need of sharing emotions, and of course, knowing each other may be basic purpose of dating. Though after writing this post again, I may not fit the dating frame. So I sit on net with my eyes wide open. Now in the orkuted world, I went through many the profiles and found these are the things, which ‘turns on’ the people and are needed, as per today’s open culture.

Anyway in real life, as not matured enough, I miss a bigger circle here, and hence the scopes of enjoyment available, as I didn’t learnt the art of occassional cocktail parties, flirting, making fun of silly action of others and to show off my branded butt.

On last sunday, my hopping into the popular book stacks at Landmark, gave me the conclusion that – there are tallest stacks of the books – “Five Point Someone ” and “A night at Call Center”. I have long back finished them off. Well written ones. Near by other stacks of books are APJ Abdul kalam’s national dreams and personality development books (that I rarely read). I have been given enough diet of life leading Sanskrit slokas in childhood only.

And the whole episode of these different popular book stacks suggests the changing pattern of life style of Gen-X ( hence reading ).

Fast food is everything – be it literature after using less and less brain to understand it, add fun to life, and dreams of a golden India, and fastest personality development methods – yes there are countable number of methods to develop the personality. Cook well and serve them – ready to eat and digest.

Worth to mention here, body hugging t-shirt and jeans girls are looking smarter than small town shy salwar-kurta girls. Cool and S*** – two words can be used to flirt with girls here ! I do feel envy of pairs, hand tied at the restaurants. Have to scold / make fun of some one – use F***.

The fact is this culture is trying to attract me and I am trying to be myself – mixing up two blends. The perfect cocktail. Even if, have I been blessed to be in that circle with all joys, I could never been happy at the end of day.

To me are the blessed points, as I am happy and content with myself and a job – that I really love to do, my creative hobbies and my real activity partners here / net.

For the instances of look, I started to write, I do wish I would have been happier, if I could walk into my Bata Jubilee┬а leather sandals, and unknown company’s jean’s sticker covered with my kurta with natural giggles, and do participate in some cultural groups around and feel, Yeah I am doing something for my inner satisfaction !

Hope, I do look smart !

Smoking is a healthy custom !

Have you ever seen Bidis used as agarbattis ( incense sticks) ?
Or have you ever seen fishes smoking like our ‘Khan brothers’ in movies ?

Yes I saw it at Calicut beach and captured the moment for a pukka evidence. Here in the picture you may see a boat with one fish smoking smartly on the wood and other lying on the floor.Smoking Fish

On the same wood block I sat for sketching 2 hours ago, before the boat went into the sea for fishing. The black old fisherman with one company took the boat into the sea and came back with big fishing net entangled with big sea crabs and several variety of fishes. They took this specific fish first out and lighted one bidi and then put it into this poor fish’s mouth. A fish uses its gills and mouth to breath. And a bidi is securely placed in its mouth, in its normal process of breathing, it became smoking. It seems to enjoy bidi. No jumps of the fish or any movement.

The poor fisherman is at least honest to his agarbatti, unlike we corporate civilians who use smoke ( oh sorry fragrance ! ) of Chandan and Mogra to offer God and enjoy the smoke ( again sorry, Oxygen! ) of cigarettee for enjoying self. For the fisherman as per customs , it may it be a aggarbatti offering to the Sea God.

Anyway the fish remained alive for long and enjoyed the smoking like all my friends, who prolong the tea time with smoking . Who says smoking shortens the life ? See the other non-smoker fish thrown down in the little water at boat’s bottom water left the world early and could not see his friend smoking so nicely.

What strange customs we do have in India as well as around world ? I was equally surprised to see costly liquor bottles offered to Gautam Buddha at Tibbetan temple. Anyway these customs are being followed since ages and deeply entangled with faith. These are all lovely customs around us, many of them can be adpoted, if one wishes !

Anyway its a beautiful world, that can be observed only after travelling wide.

рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХрд╛ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рд╕реАрдХрд┐рдВрдпрд╛ рдореАрдд

рдЖрдЬ рд░рд╛рдд рдирд╛рд░рдж рдЬреА рд╕реАрдзреЗ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдХрд┐рдЪрди рдореЗрдВ рдкрдзрд╛рд░реЗ ред “рд╡рддреНрд╕ рдкреНрд░реЗрдо, рдЖрдЬрдХрд▓ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╕реЗрдиреНрдЯреА рдкреЛрдпрдо рд▓рд┐рдЦрддрд╛ рд╣реИ ! рдирдпреЗ рд╕рд╛рд▓ рдореЗрдВ рддреВреНрдЭреЗ рдкреНрд░рд╕рдиреНрди рд░рд╣рдиреЗ рдХрд╛ ред рдЕрд░реЗ рд╣рдБрд╕ – рдЦреЗрд▓ рдпрд╛рд░, рдореЗрд░реЗ рдЬреИрд╕рд╛ рд░рд╣, рдиреЛ рдЯреЗрдВрд╢рди, рдЪрд▓ рдХреБрдЫ рдмрдврд╝рд┐рдпрд╛ рд╡рд╛рд▓рд╛ рдЪреАрдЬ рд▓рд┐рдЦ – рд╡рд░рдирд╛ рддреЗрд░реЗ рд╕реЗ рдХреБрдЯреНрдЯреА ред ”

рдирд╛рд░рджрдЬреА рдХреЛ рджреЗрдЦрдХрд░ рдореЗрд░реЗ рддреЛ рджрд┐рдорд╛рдЧ рдХреА рдЯреНрдпреБрдмрд▓рд╛рдИрдЯ рдЬрд▓ рдЧрдИ ред рд╕реЛрдЪрд╛ рд╕рд╣реА рд╕рдордп рдкреЗ рдЖрдпреЗ рд╣реИрдВ – рдкреНрд░рднреБ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдШрд░ ред рд╕реЛ рдореИрдиреЗрдВ рдХрд╣ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ – ” рдореЗрд░реЗ рдкреНрд░рднреБ , рдЖрдкреБрди рд╕реЗрдВрдЯреА рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛрдиреЗ рдХреА рдЧрд╛рд░рдВрдЯреА рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд▓реЗ рд╕рдХрддрд╛ ред рд╡реИрд╕реЗ рдЖрдЬрдХрд▓ рдЖрдк рднрдХреНрддреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рд╕рд╣реА┬а рд╡рд░рджрд╛рди рддреЛ рджреЗрддреЗ рдирд╣реА, рдФрд░ рдХрд▓рдпреБрдЧ рдореЗрдВ рдЖрдк рдЬреИрд╕реЛрдВ рдХреА рдмрд╣реВрдд рдХрдореА рджрд┐рдЦрддреА рд╣реИ ред рдпреЗ рдЗрдВрдЯрд░рдиреЗрдЯ рдХреЗ рдЖрдкрдХреЗ рдЪреИрдЯрд┐рдВрдЧ (рдЪрд╛рдЯреБ) рдЕрд╡рддрд╛рд░ рдареАрдХ рд╕реЗ рдХрд╛рдо рдирд╣реАрдВ рдХрд░рддреЗ ред рд╡реИрд╕реЗ рднреА рдЖрдЬрдХрд▓ рд╕рд╛рдХреНрд╖рд╛рддреН рдЖрдкрдХреЗ рджрд░реНрд╢рди рдХрдо рд╣реА рд╣реЛрддреЗ рд╕реЛ рдЖрдкрдХреА рдЖрдЬ рд╣реА рдмрд╛рдд рдорд╛рдирддрд╛ рд╣реВрдБ ред ”

рдирд╛рд░рдж рдЬреА рднреМрдВ рд╕рд┐рдХреЛрдбрд╝рдиреЗ рд▓рдЧреЗ ред рдлрд┐рд░ рдЙрдирдХреЛ рдЦреБрд╢ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдХрд╣рд╛ – ” рдУрдХреЗ рдХрд▓ рднреА рдорд╛рдиреБрдБрдЧрд╛ ред рдЖрдкрдХреЗ рд╡рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ рдЬрдм рддрдХ рдХрд▓рдо рд╕реЗ рдмрд┐рд░рдпрд╛рдиреА рдмрдирд╛рдКрдБ, рдХреБрдЫ рдлреНрд░рд┐рдЬ рд╕реЗ рдирд┐рдХрд╛рд▓ рдХрд░ рдкреЗрд╢ рдХрд░ рд░рд╣рд╛ рд╣реВрдБ , рдЗрд╕реЗ рдкрдврд╝рд┐рдпреЗ ред рдЗрд╕реЗ рдЕрдиреБрдЧреВрдБрдЬ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЗрдВрджреНрд░рдЬреА рдХреЗ рдЖрдордВрддреНрд░рдг рдкрд░ рд▓рд┐рдЦрд╛ рдерд╛ , March 2, 2005 ред рд╢реАрд░реНрд╖рдХ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдерд╛ – рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХреЗ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдореАрдд ” ред

рдЗрдВрджреНрд░рдЬреА рдХрд╛ рдЖрдордВрддреНрд░рдг рдХреЗ рдкреНрд░рддреНрдпреБрддрд░ рдореЗрдВ рд╡рд┐рд▓рдВрдм рдХрд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╢реНрди рд╣реА рдХрд╣рд╛рдБ рдЙрдарддрд╛ рд╣реИред рд╢реАрд░реНрд╖рдХ рддреЛ рдРрд╕рд╛ рджреЗ рд░рдЦрд╛ рд╣реИ рдХрд┐ рдХрд▓рдо ( рдХреА-рдмреЛрд░реНрдб – рдореБрд╣рд╛рд╡рд░реЗ рдореЗрдВ рдмрджрд▓рд╛рд╡ рдХреА рдЖрд╡рд╢реНрдпрдХрддрд╛ рд╣реИ) рддреЛрдЩрдХрд░ рд▓рд┐рдЦрдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдорди рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реИ ред рдХрд▓рдо рдХреА рдмрд╛рдд рд╕реЗ рдпрд╛рдж рдЖрдпрд╛, рдЕрднреА рдЬрд┐рд╕ рддрд░рд╣ рд╕реЗ рдЧреЛрд▓реА-рд▓реЗрдЦрдиреА ( рдмрд╛рд▓-рдкреЗрди ) рдХрд╛ рдЪрд▓рди рд╣реИ , рд╡реИрд╕рд╛ рдЖрдкрдХреЗ рдпрд╛ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдмрдЪрдкрди рдореЗрдВ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реБрдЖ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рдерд╛ ред рдЕрднреА рддреЛ рд▓рд┐рдЦреЛ-рдлреЗрдХреЛ рдХрд╛ рдЬрдорд╛рдирд╛ рд╣реИ , рдпрд╛ рдлрд┐рд░ рдЬреЗрд▓-рдкреЗрди рдирд╣реАрдВ рдорд┐рд▓рд╛ рддреЛ рдЫреЛрдЯрдХреБ рдирд╛рд░рд╛рдЬ ред рднрд╡рд┐рд╖реНрдп рдХреЗ рдмрдЪреНрдЪреЗ рд╢рд╛рдпрд╝рдж рдЗрд╕ рддрд░рд╣ рдЬрд┐рджреНрджреА рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ , рд╕реАрдзреЗ рдХреА-рдмреЛрд░реНрдб рдкрд░ рд╣рд╛рде рд╕рд╛рдл рдХрд░реЗрдЧреЗрдВ ред рд╕реИрдХрдЩреЛрдВ рдлреЛрдВрдЯ рдХреА рд╕рд╣рд╛рдпрддрд╛ рд╕реЗ рдЙрд╕рдХрд╛ рд╕реБрд▓реЗрдЦ рджреЗрдЦрдиреЗ рд▓рд╛рдпрдХ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ ред рдЪрд╛рд╣реЗ рдХреБрдЫ рднреА рд╣реЛ , рдЖрдЬ рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХрд╛ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рдмреЗрдЬрд╛рди рд╕реАрдХрд┐рдВрдпрд╛ рдореАрдд рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рд░реЗ рдореЗрдВ рдХрд╣рдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣реВрдБрдЧрд╛ ред рдмреАрддреА рдмрд┐рд╕рд╛рд░рдирд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЪрд╛рд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдБ, рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХреЗ рдХрд╛рд░рдг рдореИрдВ рдЖрдЬ рдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рд╣реВрдБ ред Akshargram Anugunj
рдмрд╛рдд рдЙрди рджрд┐рдиреЛрдВ рдХреА рд╣реИ рдЬрдм рдореИрдВ рдПрд▓.рдХреЗ.рдЬреА. рдпрд╛ рдпреБ.рдХреЗ.рдЬреА. рдореЗрдВ рдкрдЩрддрд╛ рдерд╛, рдЙрд╕ рд╕рдордп рдмрд╛рд▓-рдкреЗрди рдХрд╛ рддреЛ рдХреЛрдИ рдкреНрд░рд╢реНрди рд╣реА рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЙрдарддрд╛ рдерд╛ ред рдкреЗрди рднреА рдирд╣реА рдорд┐рд▓рддрд╛ рдерд╛ рдореБрдЭреЗ ,рд╕реЛ рджреВрд╕рд░реЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рджреЗрдЦрдХрд░ рд▓рд▓рдЪрд╛ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рдерд╛ ред рдРрд╕реА рдмрд╛рдд рдирд╣реАрдВ рдХреА рдЧрд░реАрдмреА рдереА , рд╣рдо рддреАрдиреЛрдВ рднрд╛рдИ тАУ рдмрд╣рди рдореЗрдВ рдореИрдВ рдЬреНрдпрд╛рджрд╛ рднреБрд▓реНрд▓рдХрд░ рдерд╛ ред рдЖрдЬ рдХрд▓рдо рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдХрд┐ рджреЛ рджрд┐рди рдореЗрдВ рдЧрд╛рдпрдм ред рд╕реЛ рдкреЗрди рдмрдВрдж рдФрд░ рд░реБрд▓-рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ (рдПрдЪ.рдмреА.) рдЪрд╛рд▓реБ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпрд╛ ред рдЬрдм рдирдпрд╛ рдкреБрд░рд╛ рд▓рдВрдмрд╛ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рднреА рдЦреЛ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рддрдм рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдХрд╛рдЯ рдХрд░ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рд▓рдЧрд╛ ред рдореИрдВ рддреЛ рдорд╣рд╛рди рдерд╛ рд╣реА , рд╣рдорд╛рд░реЗ рдХреНрд▓рд╛рд╕ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╣рдкрд╛рдард┐рдпреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рднреА рд╡рд┐рджреНрдпрд╛рд░реНрдерд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рд░реЗ рдЧреБрдг рдЕрд▓рдЧ тАУ рдЕрд▓рдЧ рдкрд░рд┐рдорд╛рдгреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ ред рдореЗрд░реЗ рдмрдХреЛ рдзреНрдпрд╛рдирдореН рдХрд╛ рдлрд╛рдпрджрд╛ рджреБрд╕рд░реЗ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдХрд┐ рдХрд╛рдХ рдЪреЗрд╖реНрдЯрд╛ рдХреЛ рдорд┐рд▓рддрд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ ред рдирд┐рдпрдорддрдГ рдПрдХ рджрд┐рди рдЖрдзрд╛ рдХрдЯрд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рднреА рдЧрд╛рдпрдм рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпрд╛ ред рдорд╛рдБ рдХреЗ рдзреИрд░реНрдп рдХрд╛ рдмрд╛рдБрдз рдЯреБрдЯ рдЧрдпрд╛ ред рдорд╛рдБ рдереЛрдЩрд╛ рдЧреБрд╕реНрд╕рд╛рдХрд░ рдПрдХ рдЕрдиреЛрдЦрд╛ рдЙрдкрд╛рдп рдвреБрдБрдв рдирд┐рдХрд╛рд▓реА ред рдореБрдЭреЗ рдХрд╛рд▓рд╛ рдзрд╛рдЧреЗ рдХрд╛ рдмрдЩрд╛ рд░реАрд▓ рд▓рд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдХрд╣реА ред рдХрдИ рдзрд╛рдЧреЗ рдХреЛ рдорд┐рд▓рд╛рдХрд░ рдкрддрд▓рд╛ рдбреЛрд░рд╛ рдмрдирд╛рдпреАред рдореИрдВ рдЖрдЬреНрдЮрд╛рдХрд╛рд░реА рдмрд╛рд▓рдХ рдХреА рддрд░рд╣ рд╕рд╛рдордиреЗ рдЦрдЩрд╛ рдерд╛ ред рдорд╛рдБ рдореБрдЭреЗ рдХрдореАрдЬ рдЙрдкрд░ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдХрд╣реА рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕реА рдзрд╛рдЧреЗ рд╕реЗ рдХрдорд░ рдХрд╛ рдирд╛рдк рд▓реА ред рдЖрдзрд╛ рдХрдЯрд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рд▓рд╛рдХрд░ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдХреЗ рджреВрд╕рд░реЗ рдЫреЛрд░ рдкрд░ рдЦрд╛рдБрдЪ рдмрдирд╛рдпреА ред рдЕрдм рдзрд╛рдЧреЗ рдХреЛ рдХрдорд░ рдореЗрдВ рдмрд╛рдБрдз рджреА ред рдмрд╛рдБрдзрдиреЗ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рдж рд▓рдВрдмрд╛ рд╕рд╛ рдзрд╛рдЧрд╛ рдЭреБрд▓ рд░рд╣рд╛ рдерд╛ ред рдорд╛рдБ рдзрд╛рдЧреЗ рдХреЛ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдХреЗ рдЦрд╛рдЪреЗрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдмрд╛рдБрдз рджреА рдФрд░ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдбрд╛рд▓ рджреА рдкрд╛рдХреЗрдЯ рдореЗрдВ ред рдЬрд╛ рдмреЗрдЯрд╛ , рддреЗрд░рд╛ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдЕрдм рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЦреЛрдПрдЧрд╛ ред рд╕реНрдХреБрд▓ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рд▓рдЧрд╛ рд╡реИрд╕реЗ рд╣реА ред рдХреНрд▓рд╛рд╕ рдореЗрдВ рд▓рд┐рдЦрддреЗ рд╕рдордп рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдХреЛ рдмрд╛рд╣рд░ рдХрд░ рд▓рд┐рдЦрддрд╛ рдЙрд╕реА рддрд░рд╣ рд╕реЗ рдзрд╛рдЧрд╛ рд╕реЗ рдмрдБрдзрд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ ред рдХреБрдЫ рджрд┐рди рдРрд╕реЗ рд╣реА рдЪрд▓рд╛ , рд╣рд╛рдБ рдЦреЗрд▓рддреЗ рд╕рдордп рдЭрдЯ рд╕реЗ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдмрд╛рд╣рд░ рдЖ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рдФрд░ рдлрдЯ рд╕реЗ рдореИрдВ рднреА рдЙрд╕реЗ рднреАрддрд░ рдХрд░ рд▓реЗрддрд╛ ред рдореИрдВ рдард╣рд░рд╛ рдЦреЛрдЬреА рд░рдЪрдирд╛рддреНрдордХ рджрд┐рдорд╛рдЧреА ред рдлрд┐рд░ рдПрдХ рджрд┐рди рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рдкрддрд╛ рдХрд░ рд╣реА рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛ рдХрд┐ рдорд╛рдБ рдХреА рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдореЗрдВ рдЧрд╛рдВрда рд▓рдЧрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреА рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╡рд┐рдзрд┐ рд╣реИ ред рдмрд╕ рдФрд░ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдерд╛ , рдЦреЗрд▓рдиреЗ рд╕реЗ рдкрд╣рд▓реЗ рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рдирдЦ-рджрдВрдд рдХреА рд╕рд╣рд╛рдпрддрд╛ рд╕реЗ рдЙрд╕реЗ рдЦреЛрд▓ рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛, рдФрд░ рджреМрдЩ рдкрдЩрд╛ рдЙрдиреНрдореБрдХреНрдд рдореИрджрд╛рди рдХреА рдФрд░ ред рдЦреБрд▓ рдЬрд╛ рд╕рд┐рдо-рд╕рд┐рдо рддреЛ рд╕реАрдЦ рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛ рдерд╛ рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдмрд╛рдБрдзрдиреЗ рдХрд╛ рдЧрд╛рдВрда рдордВрддреНрд░ рди рд╕реАрдЦрд╛ред рдЕрдХреНрдХрд░ тАУ рдмрдХреНрдХрд░ рдХрд╛ рдордВрддреНрд░ рдкрдврд╛, рдорддрд▓рдм рдХрд┐рд╕реА рддрд░рд╣ рд╕реЗ рдЧрд╛рдБрда рд▓рдЧрд╛рдХрд░ рдлрд┐рд░ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдХреЛ рдкрд╛рдХреЗрдЯ рдореЗрдВ рдбрд╛рд▓ рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛ ред рдЕрдм рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рдмрд╛рдБрдзрд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ рдЧрд╛рдБрда рди рддреЛ рдЦреЛрд▓ рд╕рдХрддрд╛ рдерд╛ рди рд╣реА рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдХреЗ рдЦрд╛рдБрдЪ рдкрд░ рд╡рд╣ рдлрд┐рдЯ рд╣реА рдмреИрдард╛ , рдереЛрдЩрд╛ рдвреАрд▓рд╛ рд╕рд╛ рд▓рдЧ рд░рд╣рд╛ рдерд╛ ред рдбрд╛рдБрдЯ рдкрдЩреЗрдЧреА рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдП рдорд╛рдБ рдХреЛ рдХрд╣рд╛ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВред рдордЧрд░ рд╣реЛрдиреА рдХреЛ рдХреМрди рд░реЛрдХ рд╕рдХрддрд╛ рд╣реИ ред рдПрдХ рджрд┐рди рдорд╛рдБ рдЬрд╛рди рд▓реА рдХреА рдореЗрд░рд╛ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдлрд┐рд░ рдЦреЛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рд╣реИред рдореИрдВ рддреЛ рдирд┐рд╢реНрдЪрд┐рдд рдерд╛ рдХрд┐ рдлрд┐рд░ рдмрдБрдзрд╛ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рдХрдорд░ рдХреА рдбреЛрд░реА рдореЗрдВ рдФрд░ рдЬреНрдпрд╛рджрд╛ рдЧрд╛рдБрдареЗ рдкрдЩреЗрдЧреА , рдорд╛рд░ рднреА рдкрдЩ рд╕рдХрддреА рд╣реИ ред рдордЧрд░ рдЖрд╢рд╛ рдХреЗ рд╡рд┐рдкрд░реАрдд, рдЗрд╕ рдмрд╛рд░ рдорд╛рдБ рдЪреЗрддрд╛рд╡рдиреА рджреЗрдХрд░ рдирдпреА рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рд╣рд╛рде рдореЗрдВ рджреЗ рджреА ред рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдХреЛ рддреЛ рдкрддрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдзрдиреНрдпрд╡рд╛рдж рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдХреА рдирд╣реАрдВ ,рдордЧрд░ рдорд╛рдБ рдХреЗ рдкрд╛рд╕ рдкреЗрдВрд╕рд┐рд▓ рди рдЦреЛрдиреЗ рдХреА рдХрд╕рдо рдЦрд╛рдпреА редрдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рдж рд╕реЗ рдмрд╣реБрдд рд╣рдж рддрдХ рд╕реБрдзрд░ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдерд╛ рдореИрдВ ред

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Its a Page-3 lesson !

It was the set of movie Babul. This incident is a real one . Rani Mukherjee was learning bike driving lessons from Salman. He gave Rani the clutch and accelerator lessons well and she paid half attention to those.Rani Mukherjee

She started the bike. With her half learnt lessons, the bike accelerated full and jumped into the air few meters high ! To everyone on the set, this was an unbelievable real action. As the bike crashed on land, every one on the set was looking towards the British guy present there instead of the bruised Rani. The 10 years old bike was owned and well maintained by the British guy. His bike !! To surprise, British guy without any worry was laughing. On being asked he replied тАЬMr. Salman, why only 1 bike, I can sacrifice 10 such bikes to see such an actionтАЭ.

Maintaining a bike for 10 years was easier but not the calm composure and emphasizing the action happened there. I adore you, man!

Ami Kolkatar Rosogolla

This is the title of one of the famous Bengali song and is based on Kolkata's lady beauty and have a good tune. The literary meaning is “I am Kolakata’s Rosogolla (sweet )”. The famous song sung by Bangla pop icon Usha Uthhup. I have danced on the tune in my childhood. I was humming the same lines on the streets of Kolkata on the human rights day, i.e. yesterday, 10th December. But now a days when I am grown up (still growing), as only humming the song , in Kolkata I saw the infamous Kolkata’s street dwellers, to whom I had seen in the almost same scene 13 years back too, when my Navodaya Vidyalaya arranged the Kolkata trip for us.

The black ladies and gents and skinny children, mud sticking to skin which again sticks to the bones. All their belongings packed in the sacks. The torn black plastic sheets make a roof shape structure for them. Ends of the plastic tent were tied to roadside electric poles and handles of old house doors. In between there is one broken kerosene stove and another black handi over it. Beside them two persons were on the aluminum food plate. The plate filled with rice and few fine meat pieces. The hungry eyes were concentrated on their shares of meat. At afternoon 3 pm, I too did not have my meals. In morning, I had two Kolkata’s rosgollas only and started the day. In hunger anything looks delicious. I was feeling hungry. The aromas of their limited prepared dishes set me tempted. I left the place. At least for my those Indian friends, whose coming generations too will not read my blog ever, I can never sing the song on Kolkata streets anymore. But the town celebrated the Human Right’s Day officially and rosogollas were of course the part of the snacks in between the meetings.

Stolen leaves

I have a book of poems which I can’t read. My every attempt to read it becomes a setback. In so many days I have been able to read only few pages of it. Reading the poems gives me pain. The author seems to have stolen my poems, so I feel cheated. Those poems have almost same rhythm and tunes, as I had written in those days under the tree. I wonder if I find the author, should I sue him.
Those poems were written by me under the tree in the barrens when I was crying. I used to write those poems on the falling leaves of the tree. May the author have collected those leaves and arranged them in the book.
I like to cry in the barrens, because I am a man. Men are not supposed to cry in public. If not barrens, pillows become the companions. When I cry, the tears fall on my heart where the heavy stones are kept. These infinite tears are capable of melting them down. Reading those poems may dry out my tears. And the heavy stones will not be able to melt down due to lack of tears.
I feel those heavy stones put on by the circumstances around me and the society I live. The woman inside me wants to cry loudly. I want to shed my tears under the tree in the barren land again. There I shall write again on the falling leaves and recollect those poems again. I shall collect every leave from there, and this time I will not leave any leaf there. Once every poem is recollected on those leaves, I shall open the book and read to see what alterations have been with my poems.
I can’t throw that book because I am a human with my own limitations. Apart from my limited capacity I see more probable things that can happen. May today I shall not find out the tree again. May the leaves not fall now, on which I can write again. May in the barrens the rain start falling and wash out all my tears and melt down those heavy stones and the leaves will become useless for me.
I can’t read the book and I can’t throw it too. I feel angry as well as guilty.

Bihar тАУ the write thing ! (4) – Common man and Media

Before I continue this series, I would like to make clear about the phenomenon about being Bihari which arose during comments and chats. Here the Bihari means the residents of Bihar, who are proud of many things and at the same time devoid of respect which was available to them in past as a resident of this particular territory.
No doubt they are spread over the whole India doing various odd jobs and also on the responsible posts and there is something which makes us some what different from the average Indian. Be it be the large number of desperate candidates travelling outside the state for competition exams or the red shirt wearing coolies spread over New Delhi station to Lumding station in lower Assam after taking Chura( Bitten Rice) and Gur (Jagery) tied in cloth or Sattu sarbat, strongly determined to face challenges. Be it the representation in ministerial posts in center or the needy voters who take money from ministers for buying sweets or the poor literacy rate or failed population control efforts we Biharis make a difference for sure.
My readers may blame it to media hype or some specific facetious (Cleverly amusing in tone) leaders for making Bihar backward state.
I am not giving the gloomy picture of Bihar but I am trying to find out the circumstances which make the Bihar a backward state. Blaming was never my aim; my effort is to find out the lacuna (A blank gap or missing part) within us as well as the best characteristic dormant within us.
Please don’t blame media; they too don’t have many things to publish here. For them doing here business is more difficult than other state.
I reside near the border of Bihar and West Bengal. The daily newspapers published from West Bengal cost 1.00 Rs. – 2 .50 Rs. and the newspapers published from Bhagalpur and Patna cost 3.50 Rs. or more on weekdays. The reasons can be guessed out; the prominent advertisers come in less number. But it mostly contains local trivial news and many a times missing national and international news. To increase the sale of newspaper they will arrange various contests for local people. For me the headlines in these newspapers are distractive. Some cheap quality magazines are well sold too here which have a large number of young readers. Bihar even though is the birth place of many Hindi scholars, but their readers form only a higher stratum of society.
One thing more in constant demand is competition books and Biharis are specialized in preparing for the railways, banks and Staff selection competitions (Description of preparing for engineering and medical and UPSC can make several blogs again). Biharis are well known for being good at Mathematics and reasoning and a bit weak in English яБК.Their mathematics inclination is strengthened by the fact that the birth place of famous Aaryabhatta, the genius was in Kusumpur (Currently Patna).

Am I am too descriptive about Bihar? May you need change of taste, so wait for the sip of fine CTC tea in next episode in this foggy winter which is being produced in Bihar again.

NewtonтАЩs Law of (E)motion

“Every action have equal and opposite reaction.”

It’s the formal definition of Newton’s third law of motion that we have learnt in our school days applicable to all physical objects. I take courage to widen it’s domain beyond the physical objects. For me this new (old) domain is made of abstract feelings. In other words the every emotion have equal and opposite reaction. Love gives love back, Hate gives hate back, terror gives terror(ism) back.
But many of us might have seen the reverse situations in our life which may seem to defy this rule of emotion. Like..
A person laughs when the opposite wants to tell something else. A person laughs when the opposite cries.A person frowns when opposite could not express something.
These emotions may appear in any combination. When we start thinking of these it seems a quiet complex situation. But I like to find out the simplicity in every complexity.

First of all I never believe that any person wants to hurt the other person knowingly. When he/she want to make other laugh because after seeing opposite’s laughing face he/she will be happy .How the person cruel may be , he/she will prefer to see a happy face rather a angry or sad face. For getting this ambition she/he will go to any measure. This is where the fault starts. This is where the person is blamed to be cruel or rude.
And the fault is breaking the law of emotion.

Actually we did not allow to complete the emotion (action) of the person. In a case when I want to make a person laugh, do he is sitting with some untold emotions?If I want to tell some pains in my heart to a person does already she is crying himself? Should I tell my pain to other when he/she is happy? Let his/her emotion complete, and it’s me who can return the emotion’s action (flow) and the person will get all the energy back.After this I can start a new action wishing that it will complete. The law is quite simple like our own Newton, like me, like you.

What do we need to think is, did the first action have completed the reaction ?

Still in simpler words…
“I need to cry when the other cries” even though I have a great news to be happy.
“I need to hear when the other wants to tell” even though my life is facing disaster.
“I need to laugh when my friend laughs” even though I have untold pains in my heart.

But still the fallible human like me thinks that if sometime I fail to do so, my friend will pass the test of time.