Love : A word misjudged

       Terrible thing is one which has a diverse effect on us and what crops up to be really terrible when you resolve and observe that there is someone who cares about you and values you like anything. People go crazy about the word "Love" without even experiencing the real essence of it by just the utterance of a four letter word,"LOVE". Seeing love one desires to be in love, be loved, and also to make love but hardly anybody actually wants to feel it! A relationship can attain an ultimate climax of emotions and sentiments but true love can only be the true reason for a relationship in reality. 

      

       Relationship for people can vary widely in this 21st century but the essence of a relationship called friendship is hard to come across these days, especially a relationship of friendship between two opposite sex. But people who have experienced it, have for sure learned a lot. 

    

       Never before could anybody think that the value of friendship is no less than that of a relationship, never before can one realize that someone with no attachment by blood or law mean such a lot, never before until we actually experience it. But what we don't expect, often chooses our life to be their course of presentability, in a simple sense to make us feel how much important that expectation meant to us in reality. 

       You just never know, how a stranger easily enters your life doing some strange things and finally makes you a stranger to yourself with just a fact that it was LOVE! We ignore this terrible pinch that all of us carry and make a fool out of ourselves. I love a girl who offers a lot to me, who means a lot to me, who knows me and I do feel this love. Love, which people ask for through romantic relationships is gifted to me in a different form of friendship and I guess I have it all. Its love but its not like those which others have and I cannot think of loosing her even if I feel and experience the essence of love in another form in near future. Its the word which gifted me a friend and not to have another ghastly soul around me as I escaped to misjudge the most beautiful four letter word of the English vocabulary..............

The shitty madman

         I saw a madman today. Crazy people, infact crazy piece of shits with no manners, no chance for development, ugly and loathsome and yet it amazed me. His habitant was was nothing but the railway platform and those filthy tracks, his bathroom. He used one of the sprinklers(those used for cleaning trains) to wash a thrown away packet of 'pass pass' and then his legs. But the fact which really took me by sight was that he turned off the sprinklers after use!
     
         Why? I had no idea whatsoever. I mean, he could have left it on but it wasn't the case. All we see is what we feel but we repent at the end for the sins we commit and now its the hi5 culture that amazes me. Talking about saving our resources but then what???? Doing nothing but playing with them instead of conserving them. Yet they are normal and civilized beings who can turn heads with I-pads and I-phones. For them, talking and talking makes the day and that is the very thing that speaks in favour of them and we shall continue to regard them as the highest minds on earth and ignore those who die on the streets because MADMEN ARE MAD, I MEAN, CRAZY SHITS WHO HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT WHAT THEY DO ....................

Beats of drums

       
           A fine morning with a blazing sun and a cup of tea at the 12th charm of the clock, a perfect start for an off day. That has been quite a routine for most of us and we have made ourselves accustomed to it. All we need is a tiring week and then a day off for complete rest. A sudden weekday off is often welcomed with the same honors and recognition too.

          

          None of us miss out on such an opportunity and neither did I, to take a complete break from my notorious schedule. But it wasn't the 12th charm that woke me up today, instead it was the beating of drums. All I could collect at that point was that, it is the 23rd of January, the birthday of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose. The drums kept closer and the beats started annoying me now and in complete disarray I made a move towards the roof  to get a complete view of the beats. Drummers followed by school girls and boys marched down the street under the supervision of their teachers and traffic guards. Neatly dressed and heads high with a cherishing smile on each of them, the fruits of nature were commemorating one of the bravest sons that Bengal has ever produced.  

     

          The annoyance had already disappeared and I could sense a drop of tear roll down my cheek. Professionalism have let us so much down. The best commander of a school parade wakes up at 12th charm and gets annoyed for a drum beat. The commands like "daine mur"(right turn) and "sabdhan wishram" were more or less replaced by "soye jaa soye jaa" in the last couple of years.

          Time has taken all of us with such a monstrous blow that we don't have time for sentiments. We have given up the sentiments which marks the love for our country, sentiments for helping another, sentiments for shutting up to avoid a fight, etc. and else we have emerged with emotions full of emoticons which restricts these very sentiments to break up - patch up, killing the other for going up the ladder, to have a fight to suppress the inferior and so on. We live with the media and die as their story ends. We point out the rapists, we jump upon a A.Raja, we honour AAP for being a protector and then we slay them for being an exploiter but do we ever think about what we might have done if we have been at those places where the food is served and served only for YOU! We never tend to think upon. Sentiments are the biggest weapons for exploiters and they find it within us. The unwanted truth still lies with the fact that DAMINI was not the last girl to be tortured in this very country but the number of rapes have increased after that. Raja was not the last scandal but it saw the coming up of more scams in the last financial year. Its not the action that matters anymore but the attitude that needs to be changed which is the very source of darkness of this society. This was never the dream of the person whose commemoration woke me up today. This was not for what our freedom fighters fought, to see people dying of poverty and on the other hand someone getting up at the 12th charm just to have a reason that he worked hard yesterday! 

         Just like others, another article has been written to commemorate him but we still continue to dishonor them who gave their lives for seeing us free! And just like others, this concludes with a JAI HIND where HIND still awaits for its renaissance when we will not be annoyed by the beats of drums.

         

I lost a friend in time

     

        It was the day when I first stepped in through the gates of a temple of learning which was pretty different from the last one to which I belonged. I met new people and made new friends whom I can never forget in my entire life. I met a friend with lack of maturity and full of innocence. A son of a hard working lady who lost her husband at a very young age and the only way out of her down falling situation was her hope to see her own child rising up to be a successful professional. He was a child who never knew liquor and feared smoke, a guy for whom his stories were foreseen comedy when he told them with his childish methods and always did carry us all with laughter for hours.

        The future was never to be predicted and the present never left us with the fruits of a newly entered life. Each day was meant to produce something beautiful, memorable and full of enjoyment. A group of people with 8 immatured boys and girls loitering around a metro city as newborns crawl around after several months of birth. It was the best part for all as 8 became more than 20 within a week and this terrific run continued.

         Time passed by and we slowly slipped into our ways of life and unknowingly, the cobwebs of the 21st century took us by its charm of love, liquor and loneliness and had an impact on each one of us. Some like me tried to take a different train and landed on some typical station of fun with hardship and sentiments but some landed on notorious stations of love and depression inorder to search for the devil in despair for selling their soul in return of intimacy. A life with liquor, a life with the name of enjoyment and lavishness yet full of smoke! A life where ONE HAS SOMETHING IN RETURN OF EVERYTHING!!

          I was far away from them but could hear them cry on a new moon night and repent to myself that I could have brought him with me, brought my friend whose mother wanted to see her child grow into her old age walking stick but now the future seems to be blur and smoggy to even see a single premonition. It was the consequences of some unknown decisions made by all of us, a decision which brought me to my station and took my friend to his but in course of time, "I LOST A FRIEND IN TIME"....................................

The Terrific Times

         
              At times you might just be alone and do wish to have friends and loved ones all around you but what you find is darkness. Darkness, as explained to us in our childhood was black but with age the colour seems to deviate from its origin and being a youth in 21st century the colour seems to lighten up and is definitely not black anymore.

              But with deviation in colour comes the chances of being brutal for inhuman experiences when you might just be swatted away from your happiest moments in just a second. Away from home its a terrific experience when there is no more of your mother's "pallu" to hide your frightened face away from the haunted darkness. "The Terrific Times" seems to have an adverse effect on many and a large portion of them seem to get lost from an amid reality to a typical scenario of frustration and depression.

             But some of them do cope up with the similar condition and is often viewed as a dismal sheen for there future bringing both frustration as well as courage to grow as a human by facing some inhuman circumstances. He/She never looks back then and the "The Terrific Times" have already made them matured enough to even challenge the devil for a successful future.....................................