It's just a card...

I have heard different styles to express life. It's sweet like surge it's cute like a baby... it's beautiful like a flower and at the same time it's cruel with it's power which we can't even imagine.

Well those were few words about life and it's interesting turn of events. The very well known event we all have to face is 'the day of exam results'. He he.. this one single day is special for everyone. Immediately after last paper we start our planning and we try our best to work everything out accordingly during the holidays but the very thought keeps poking us inside is of 'The results'. The endless night vigils and many perceptions of having a report card with so and so marks and so and so remarks/grades. What will teacher say or how will dad react? What would I tell to my friends and how would I convince my private tutor? Why didn't I try little harder? why man why............???
That's it! this is the story of an average student.

That was the general approach. Let me tell you one such incident recently happened in my family....
A very fair morning I was getting ready to go out for a walk. Since my brother was insisting from last few days, I asked him to get ready and come with me. Generally he doesn't ignore me like that but this time he even didn't opened his eyes and shouted at me 'you just go!' ('Tu jaaaa g!') By indulging my ego I just left and didn't ask him second time.
I came back and observed his behaviors was little absurd. No doubt something was happened but what ? Who would ask him..Though he is my younger brother..but at this age we need to be very sensible.. he is 18 BTW....you know....
It was going like this, he stood up went inside bed room and lied on the bed. Mom thought he's got stomach ache.. even she was about to take him to our doctor. We also thought the same. Ok he'll be fine having some dose. Suddenly his phone rang. I picked up as he's unwell. It was his tutor cum my friend asking about The result.
 
I got confused because my bro had told us that it's supposed to be in next week. Ohhhh........................!!!    Then I got the fact behind 'the stomach ache' and all about his gestures since morning. I took his seat number checked on internet, The result was as expected....But before we could say something or ask him anything he had left home. Don't worry not forever. He was sad.. helpless. ..may be wanted some lonely time..Suddenly whole atmosphere changed at home. Just like we have lost something..something very special. Well he came back. We all tried to reset our moods and resume the mindset but it seemed too hard. He was in same distress for two three days. I can partly imagine his condition ..his tensions. How sportingly he would take it all...!?.


Fortunately till now I haven't faced such accusation at the time of results but now my bro is going through the tough time. If he asks me then I would say  "It's ok. It's just a card...You tried your best but sometimes we fail in calculations sometimes we succeed it's not necessary to come an conclusion from just one report card. It's just a start and I am feeling happy that you get to see these tough times which will surely help you get better and better in future. Relax. Let have a pizza tonight :)"

In this world of competition we really push our children to work too much and get a trophy..be ahead of everyone. They are taught to cry when get defeated than getting happy by getting a toy. We see this everyday in reality shows. Little champs...little master...little dancer..little singer. They cry as if it's an end of their life whenever they don't get 'kismat ki topi' or 'sunehra ticket' something....Well my topic is not the reality shows but I just wanted to say the world is more tending towards results. If my brother studies harder and succeeds next time the no one even remember about today's result. What matters is his leaning from this experience.
We should go by the knowledge not the result. It's not necessary that topper understands each subject and others just are dumb. It's not that. So one Result should not impact that much. These are just numbers not your destiny.

I hope my bro will read this blog and change his stance.  I know he is the best and can do it. He should learn as much as he can. I would bless him with all my wishes. We all are with you forever. Be happy always :) :)
 

Another heavy day.. :)

Well I didn't do any heavy job today.. but yeah..Really had a long run with my thoughts..
Sometimes you are left with nothing but thinking..and try to lift your emotions above good threshold..

"Your life is physical manifestation of our thoughts.." so think good ..get better. :)

इतनीसी हासी.. इतनीसी खुशी..

It's been so long coming to this world..but I think now I know a bit of it and which is enough to survive.
Thinking lot about happy faces I come across was just a wastage of energy. I felt so much mess when I looked inside me. I am really thankful to the person and the gift he gave me which changed my life..well at least improved my approach towards it.

Everyone has one special key to unlock the hidden or we can say preserved happiness which we certainly need in our tough times. Happy to say I got one. :)

The thing resets you for further operations. It makes you forgive..it makes you listen to others..it makes you to believe yourself..and it gets you ready to fight.

It leaves you unable to differ good and bad..to differ pleasant and obscene.
It just makes you feel the reality. The existence of the extreme power.
We are just a small particle.
इतनेसे तो ही हम.. इतनीसी है  हमारी हासी.. इतनीसी है  खुशी.. पर  इसमे सारा संसार समया है..

Earlier I was making fun of this thing but now it's a part of my life..pretty inseparable.
In fact it's should be a part of every humankind.

Here I can tell you what that gift was. It was just a book..with hardly 30-40 pages.
"GEETASAAR".

Love urges.. (Aaj Jane Ki Zid Naa Karo...)

Today,morning started with the song, tuning in my mind. I couldn't resist myself even in office..I put on head phones..and then....I felt the moment, when one entreats someone,like a dying body to it's soul..'Do not go away..some more time..just be with me..'

The real romantic feel. Thanks to Mira Nair, she is the one who thought about making this Song a part of bollywood.
Originally it's a Pakistani Gazal, by Fayyaz Hashmi.

Every single word flys you in the clouds of emotions and excitement. "Haaayy mar jayenge..hum to lut jayenge.." Farida Khaum, who has sung the song.. made it an immense urge. The word 'Haaayy..' depicts everything, every single thought in lover's mind before losing her love.
Seems very simple though hard to justify in reality. The beauty of lyrics and the yelling but still hoping voice. Ahhhahha perfect. One must ride on the magical ecstasy in the evening time..the twilight..the breeze..and the settling down thoughts.....only thing stays alive inside..the Love and the Divine Call..Aaj Jane Ki Zid Naa Karo..

I am sure you'll have the splendid experience.

:)

When I try to start my day the new way..I get one more..

अन्धाराताही तो एक क्षण प्रकाशलेला

अन्धाराताही तो एक क्षण प्रकाशलेला

हजार विचारांची गुम्फन घालत,
संगीताच्या तालावर स्वप्ना रंगवत,
वाऱ्याच्या वेगाने हा प्रवास चाललेला..
अन्धाराताही तो एक क्षण प्रकाशलेला

प्रत्येक वेळी तेच तेच प्रश्न,
त्यांची उत्तरेही माला ठाउक अस्ना,
तरीही मनाशी उजलान्या रंगलेल्या..
अन्धाराताही तो एक क्षण प्रकाशलेला

खिडकीत मी वलले एका कुशीवर,
नज़र स्थिरावली बाहेरच्या अन्धारावर,
कलोखात जरी मी, हजार आशा लख्ख दाटलेल्या..
अन्धाराताही तो एक क्षण प्रकाशलेला

When it happens....Suddenly

I think Saturday should be spelled as sleeper-day, at least for IT people. But as usual exceptions are there.Many envious mentors engage neophytes on weekends too with no extra wages. ;)
On such special Saturday/sleeper-day, I woke up at around 12 o’clock. But mentally I was stumbling in the bed only.Well the noon went with the usual delicious food by our expert chefs.

We three netizens were dwelling on our favorite sites. Meanwhile.. at one moment I just glanced at our window. And I couldn’t resist my steps…. I kept all sites on hold to have somewhat different, interesting, obsessing, catchy, tempting ..he he..i mean romantic sight. Whole sky..little cloudy..little bluewish..very unusual shed. Even a painter wouldn’t be able to seize. But was prompting something..i don’t know what was that but I was damn curious what would be it’s next shed it would tern into.
As I said above everyone’s Saturday is not necessary to be sleeper-day. Yes we had been summoned by the court of Victoria Park so that we germinate some exercises with the hope the they will release their judgment in favor of us..it’s all for Mumbai transfer yaaar..pata hai kya kya paapad belne padte hai…!!?
We left for office at around 4.30pm.. Kolkata’s wide roads…. Inundating autos.. and the crazy sky.. at one side and India-Bangladesh commentary on the other. Clouds ..about to deluge and Indian batsmen already enjoying runs’ gully washer. Hmmmmm..I wished the road won’t end and it make me keep blowing like The cool breeze. As intensely I wished…. that soon we reached office. 
Done a little work there. As clock was poking me to leave office..at 8.30pm. We left the victoria park.... again the breeze blew. Again I was running over clouds though with only three wheels. ;) Till the moment India had set the target of 370 runs across rivalry and Bangladesh was marching towards that unbelievably. But I was more interested in the game happening outside. It was raining at that time. The ever busy roads were given a break to exhale some stress and inhale some droplets..producing the fragrance of the first rainfall.. the same wish.. this jaunt should never end……….
A sudden jerk.. driver stopped auto before ‘Hayat’….it’s 5 star hotel nearby our colony. It’s still raining, so much decently..one would fall in love with it.. enjoy the privilege to play with the drop on the empty streets. I stood at the corner for some time then I saw my friend was rushing home. I moved. I entered main gate of our colony and wanted to stand there for some time. Run on the street freely in the rains.
I saw up…. Widen my hands.. and then closed my eyes..with blank thought.. as if I would embrace the sky.. that magical moment filled me with extreme zeal..
When I reached home heard that India won the match as expected. I went in the balcony and..stood squeezing the raindrops..The rain made my eve and the match made my day.
Ohh god sometimes I love sudden climate changes.