It was raining heavily as I dashed off towards a deserted building.It was my moother's anniversary .The entire building was decorated with giant cobwebs and there had been no dearth in maintaining the darkness that I had expected.The garden in the front was picture perfect for the day.The bushes were almost as high as the rusted iron gate in the front and the snakes were finding it pretty easy to find their dinner in the form of the numerous frogs that were hopping around.this was probably the "best anniversary" my mother had witnessed in ages and I was not going to be late.

My hands were full of gifts that I had got for her.I had packets of chips,chocolates,colourful strips of paper.In a word I was laden with gifts.I was panting very badly as I had not had had my food for quite some time then.But yes with an empty stomach and marks on my body of complete negligence ,I was very happy to be at the place I loved the most.

There on the doorway,stood my mother clad in an old, dirty saree ,having lost her youthful grace,beauty,exquisiteness as one would say.But to my inner self she was the ultimate diva -the forerunner of beauty.She was the epitome of simplicity in this world of botoxes ands skycrapers.

She stood there with open arms embracing me with utmost love and care.Today she didnot have anything,financially she was forlorn.Father had also passed away during the British rule.He had been mutilated by the soldiers,and had fought all of them like a man, a man in the prime of his bravery.My bother had bore all that.

And today I alone celebrate the 150th anniversary of my mother.I,the road of Rajpath celebrate the anniversary of Rajmahal, my mother

INCREDIBLE

Ryan and Medha were not the best of friends when they had just begun with their I.I.T classes in nanotechnology in the not so breath-takingly beautiful city of Kharagpur,to be even more precise they just knew each other for their roll numbers,as they were just back to back.

It was only during the 2nd semester that their close proximity in the examination hall ,made them closely solve a close circuit problem,and although even both of them jointly could not get anywhere even close to the answer,it should hardly bother us.

WHen the results were announced ,both Ryan and Medha managed to get 24 out 0f 100 in a paper which the others hailed as "THE UNSOLVABLE".This was a novelty in itself,and both of them were quite proud of themselves.However the icing on the cake was yet to come as both of them were provided with a life time oppurtunity to visit the BHABHA ATOMIC RESEARCH CENTRE for a 1 month workshop.

However visiting the centre would not be a cup of tea,as they would have to prepare a model ,a real practical working piece of hair splitting evidence of their capabilities.

Both Ryan and Medha were damn intelligent,but not the stereotype species that we mostly adorn with the intelligent tag.Ryan was someone who would rather fit the hollywood screens,he was tall,not muscular,lean to be precise but somehow too handsome to be the joint topper of I.I.T 2nd semester exams.Medha on the other hand was not the epitome of beauty,but too close to the ultimate pedestal.

So they started putting in a lot of effort,to make the most of the golden oppurtunity that was being bestowed upon them.I t was not the typical Bollywood movie kind of where one gush of wind with the wind blowing would make the girl and boy lovers for ever.Infact Medha never kept her hair open while discussing projects,and so even if we wanted to ,BOLLYWOOD was actually impossible.

But there was something between them which none but only they could feel-an unknown bond of love ,care and admiration.It was not the normal type of going down on your knees and proposing the girl.It was something lesser,something subtle or rather something greater in making.

Finally the workshop got over,and they came back toKHARAGPUR to be greeted with flowers and lots of accolades,love.And love ,this was the only thing they had come back with.It was not that something breath-takingly different had come over them,something that was so obvious,so visible yet there was something which words could never express.

to say that love was in the air,was wrong,as to both of them it seemed that the air had suddenly gone lovely.

however ,it was not supposed to remain like that for ever.IITIAN'S are afterall very special aren't they?

But ,on 27th of november ,when both of them met,they seemed equally happy,almost brimming with life and joy,when suddenly Medha said,"I saw you in my dreams yesterday,no they were not official boyfriend and girlfriend till then,yet that was not necessarily a prerequisite for seeing someone in dreams.She said him that she had met him in a hotel which was very bluish and that they had ordered many icecreams for dinner,when she was suddenly cut short by Ryan ,who said that then they had gone to a church in a beautiful shimerring red car and suddenly stopped.

How was that possible,both of them had seen the same dream at the same time,"how could that be?".but suddenly Ryan's eyelids dropped,he was not looking at Medha.Medha seemed to be most uncomfortable and she could have done anything to get out of that place.

Both of them had seen the same dream,wehere they had given vent to their physical desires in love.It had just been some twiddling of the hairs, a caressing kiss on the forehead,a little mixing of the breaths.This was normal,but none of them could agree to this,they were too shy of accepting their feelings in this unconventional way.

And how strangely from that day the already attached souls .who had together traversed the stairs of the hotel,and relished the icecreams together because of extreme likliness in their emotions,were seoerated by two bodies.

such was the fate of their love that even though science had submitted to their commitment,they fell short of courage.

TRUE AS THEY SAY,TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION

AND THE IRONY CONTINUES............................

Although the definition of what is bad and good,what is impure and pure,what is ugly and beautiful,what is complex and simple,what is bad and good ,has actually been a centre of thought provoking questions,never has been it's distinction as much adulterated as of now

With the ever expanding population it is no more appreciable to just say the truth,it is rather more praiseworthy to be different while telling the lie.


Our bengali teacher was discussing the Selection Question Paper for class XII,when she said that she was particularly impressed by a wonderful essay written by a class XI on the topic"THE OCCUPATION OF MY CHOICE".She said that the boy had written that he wanted to be a "bahi-wala",and that according to her was the reason for that essay standing out,coupled with the writing skills of the boy.She then went on to reveal that the boy was the onw who had topped from our school in I.C.S.E.

What an irony"?a topper?
A 98.6% holder has to take the help of real life hardships of a "bashi-wala"to just maintain his rank.
IS this the education that we are imparting where a student can't be sure of writing his actual dream of making it big ,because that would curb his marks?

So,where does the irony lie?In the student who represents the quintessential characteristics of all students today,or the teacher who is an embodiment of the entire society,or the education which is nothing but a model of upgrading the technology whereas diminishing the science??

Is this blind run towards "DIFFERENCE" worth losing our genuinity and spontaneity??????????

Athought surely worth a try,for after all its not that ironical.

Death

Death is a universal fact

Why do we not understand that,

DEATH comes in everyones way

Still....... why do we pray for keeping it away,

One who comes has to die

Still; why do we mourn and cry.

Can,Can anybody tell me why

MIRROR

Whenever I look into the mirror

Finding at a distance ,a pose of my existence,

I am bewildered by an unknown terror.

I  find my own countenance

Which is alone with it's emptiness,shattered by its guiltiness,

In the midst of a world of happiness.

I look at my eyes

Which are as black as German Coal,and as dim as my soul,

Lost in the world of lies.

I feel my sunken mouth

Which had hesitated to accept it's love and is drowned in the sea above,

Now trying to shout ,to express its feelings out

irony

It was this morning itself that i had gone to my biology tution to study the so called subject of biology,to be more precise the cardiovascular system of the human body,but little did I know that my entire day would be ruffled up by constant thoughts of sociology and psychology to be least precise.Our teacher in context of something or the other distantly removed from biology,or in more precise terms ,far removed from cardiovascularsystem,started talking about a rickshawdriver.He had tattered clothes on his body-conclusion he was mad,he did not charge a penny extra during monsoon,sun or moon-so he was mad,he fed sweets abd snacks to lampposts,kittens ,cats,puppies,dogs and also his rickshaw-therefore he was mad............................

Is he actually mad,yes he definitely is,but had a doctor,an engineer,an actor or even a normal hosewife had even been affected 2.5% by his madnesss,we would have honoured the person,appreciated the person and above all called hom a man or woman

Here lies the irony in our behaviour.The irony lies in the fact that today identifying sound vibrations transmitted longitudinally is not a problem,but yes interpreting sound,words is a major issue.The camerlengo in "Angels And Demons" by da vinci says in his endeavour to save church that today technology has made our life so fast paced that we do not have the time to contemplate our actions,for the minute we begin to reflect over our actions,somebody more efficient takes over,and may be the former person is called mad.Here lies the irony that we have become so technical that we are losing out on our scientific bent of mind,for science and technology are necessarily different

another irony is that even people who have identified the irony have to pretend that they are as dirty as drain water even if they are as pure as rain water to be alive

                                 However the greatest irony still is that i have wasted so much carbon only to produce more carbon,and how some of you have managed to read right til the end.Hats off to you