http://wonderjames.rediffiland.com/Diary of Abhishek Ghoshen-usThe alarm clock rang and it was 5 pm
in the evening....Actually Raj didn't have the habit of sleeping in the
afternoon but it was the reaction of the last night's awakeness...From
a few months often Raj is noticed to be awake till late night and
murmuring something to himself....
yup..Raj is
mad.....................................mad in love...with a girl in
his English tuition and he had been trying to propose that girl from a
long time but have failed miserably...one thing or the other comes in
between..But today he had made it a point that he wont come back like
the other days..Today will be a special day...........................

Raj
had practised a lot what to say and how to propose her love, Sukanya..
With several doubts in his mind like which dialogue will be better and
all he started his journey towards the tuition which is 20 mins walking
distance from his house....He reached the class entered
inside...........Sukanya had not come yet....He waited fr her
arrival....and waited long...
But after waiting really long he
asked the teacher.." Maam , sorry to interrupt you but will you start
taking the class without Sukanya...She has not arrived yet.."


Maam stared at Raj a bit, making him nervous ,as to whether maam came
to know about his feelings ...and then she said.."No she is not
coming...She wont attend further classes.."

"Why maam???"was
the helpless and frightened question asked..as he thought Sukanya had
come to know about him and changed her batch or something........

But the answer given by the teacher changed many things in Raj's life...

She said.."Sukanya had fled away with another boy...You may say eloped away..and they got married..."

The day was really a special one...Raj never forgot that...

]]>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:54:30 +0530http://wonderjames.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/03/A-special-day-1.html Raj had always been very good at net surfing and also believed in
making friends through net.Let me take you all to few months back when
he met with a girl called Aditi from Orissa on rediff and chatted long
with her and became net friends..Thanks to the networking sites and
chatting that so distant people can become good friends in such an easy
manner.In a few months they became close friends and even exchanged
numbers even. The girl was committed to another boy who lived in
Kolkata. Raj cared for Aditi a lot and really considered hert a very
good friend.

But Aditi's boy friend was a bit too possessive to let her talk to this
guy. He started spying and even quarelled with Aditi about Raj. Raj
never wanted to be the reason of a broken relationship. He wanted to
tell Aditi that better they dont talk as his boyfriend did not like him
and he began searching for her in the
friendlist.........................................................................................



Finally Raj opened the mail box and began to compose a message for Aditi...



Sub : Hi



Hi Aditi....Thanks for such a beautiful birthday gift yaar...........I
say so because when I opened my profile and started searching for you
in my friendlist I found that u have taken the first step by removing
me from your friendlist. Well after a long time I wept and cried hard
inside..and as you know tears are the most precious things in this
world so you have gifted me so precious things..and as for your
birthday gift I promise not to disturb you more by my scraps or letters
as this is my last mail to you and I wish and pray that you are happy
wd Pratik...

It was a lovely time you gave me since few months and now it has to be
over...so be happy keep smiling and nvr evr remember me back...

tatas....best of luck........................................



*****************MESSAGE SENT**********************



A SILENCE FOLLOWS......................................................



]]>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 21:45:26 +0530http://wonderjames.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/21/The-last-mail-1.htmlcase its the scenerio...Still remember those days in childhood when mom
used to impose her rules on me saying "if you don't follow them I wud
send u to hostel/boarding school". I used to be scared at the very
thought of separation from my parents but really a time came when I had
to stay in a hostel and complete my graduation in marine engineering.
At first I thought that I am goin to face my biggest fear of my life to
avoid which I have been stopping myself from doing many naughty things
in the past which I could have done...
It
was the time I saw my mom crying, leaving me was such a punishment for
her...I realized that she had been lying all these years that she would
have send me to a hostel..That is something she could have never done ,
she loves me a lot. But now it was a question of my career so she was
made to understand.

A journey to a new life began. Living in a
hostel teaches you many things. I feared it the most as I heard that
you are made to work there like a slave and you have to do everything
on your own..In childhood I was so dependent on my parents I thought it
to be the severe most punishment for me. But now I felt that in life
you have to be dependent and a day would come when you will have to do
things on your own.. You are not going to be a slave in a hostel but
yea you need to do things and managing your needs on your own..and
thats something you got to learn....

My college gave me the four
most fruitful years of my life. Getting friends who became brothers
because staying together eating together like a family can never go in
vain..Gradually I fell in love..... It was my hostel my friends and my
college which gave me a new beginning.. I learnt many things from them
shared a lot with happiness and never found myself lonely when I needed
a shoulder to share my problems....Next came the biggest fear of my
life...the time to get separated as my four year course was on a verge
of end. This was the fear of losing my home my family my brothers
............................... my college...

See the irony of
my life ......................... feared the two opposite things..one
going to the hostel and the other end of hostel life...............Both
came and made me fight with my greatest fear....

I will always
cherish the sweet memories of my college days..and I am still
optimistic as I think it is the end of hostel life but not the end of
life...rather I would say its a great beginning to something new.....

]]>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 10:03:21 +0530http://wonderjames.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/13/End-Of-Hostel-Life.html Well recently there is a big fuss about the networking sites like orkut
and all.People cant accept the fast growth of the new trend to make
friendships with unknown strangers which the parents are often heard to
warn their wards about ... but orkut had made this look much more
atrractive and newcoming..The latest cool fashion is having an acoount
and making more and more friends getting cool ratings by them ,
accepting testimonials and increasing virtual fans......make the new
generation look much more popular...
These
networking sites are in the news more because of the recent murder that
took place. But the point I want to say is that murders used to take
place much before the networking sites were in hype and even terrorism
took place a lot..The main hype is about accepting a new trend..There
is always a controversy in doing that.

I want to give a short example which I heard somewhere.......

Millions
of years back in China rule was imposed that they have to keep their
hair long like the females..ppl cudn"t accept that and there was
rebellion and millions died in that..and several years after that again
a rule was imposed that the men would have to keep their hair short in
order to be distuinguished easily from females..again rebellion took
place and millions died in that....

So the point is that nobody can accept sudden changes and new trends...so be cool and easy guys....


]]>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 09:58:51 +0530http://wonderjames.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/13/Life-at-a-click.htmlThats it...........
]]>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 12:52:25 +0530http://wonderjames.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/10/Revealed-My.htmlThere was a young boy just crossed his teen age period and had undertaken the inherited business of selling caps. This cap-sellar in his childhood days had heard many stories from his grandfather and one of them was the story which is quite famous and known to many of us. He had heard how his grandfather in his youth days had tackled a monkey group with his wittyness. This was the story..............

His grandfather once in a hotty afternoon became too tired and decided to rest under a tree and found himself comfortable enough until a group of monkeys sweeped down and fled away to the tree under which he was resting with one of his cap. He tried many things resulting in dissapointment until when he had an idea of throwing a stone. When he threw a stone the monkey in order to imitate him threw the cap at him.
And this is how he got the cap back.

Now this was the story told to the young boy. Now he is following the trend of selling caps and making both ends meet. He also once decided to take rest on an hotty afternoon. And the same incident followed. One monkey snatched away one of his caps and went up the tree. He tried many things ,made faces , showed kicks but the monkey imitated them .
He suddenly remembered the story of his grandfather, picked up a stone and threw at the monkey. The monkey instead of throwing the cap threw a mango from the mango tree.

This boy was now in areal distress and began to think why didn't the same thing happenned as it was to his grandfather.
He was engrossed in this thought until the monkey seemed to say....................." Do you think you only have a grandfather ?"
]]>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 08:27:32 +0530http://wonderjames.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/07/03/The-cap-sellar-and-the.htmlHappy Poila Baisakh to all my friends out there....

An advance greetings to all of you for poila baisakh specially all bengali friends out there all though I believe that celebrations knows no stupid difference like caste , creed and religion and all that stuff. So enjoy every1..................................]]>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 17:35:20 +0530http://wonderjames.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/04/14/Greetings-to.html13 yr old Ritu was too excited for the Darjeeling trip. Her exams were over one week before and she was just dying to go out for some tour which her father had promised before. Well it was a Friday and she was on the peak of her excitement. Her parents and she had already boarded the train and sat on their respective seats after keeping the luggage in the safe place. She had taken her favourite window seat despite anybody else's permission. She had been searching for some same age group passenger so that she can have a good time pass. But after few minutes of ransacking with her eyes she found no results. Suddenly she realised that she was hungry. She had not taken her lunch properly due to the excitement of her much awaited dream coming true. She asked for the tiffin that her mother had packed for the journey. They prefer home food rather than the junk food found in the platforms. They are really bad for health. They know that.

The moment she opened the tiffin box and found the mouth glittering sandwitches she saw a thin bony hand covered with dust coming in through the train window. It was a hand of a poor child of nearly her age. Ritu asked unknowingly," What do you want from me ? I have no money. Its with my father."
The child without changing her expressions said," food."
She added," I have not ate for 3 days."

Ritu , who was always of kind nature forwarded her tiffin box without a word. She felt more pleasure in seeing the poor child defet her hunger than having those sandwitches herself. The anonymous poor child ate without even stopping for a while and finished all the food. Ritu was delighted at the sight but her feelings changed when she found that the child after eating the food, glimpsed at the tiffin box and ran fast with it and within a moment she lost in the crowd. Ritu felt like crying. She knew that she will get a thrashing from her parents for her activity but to add to that she felt betrayed. She felt shattered. She will not believe anyone from now. If this was the price that she had to give for being kind then she will change her attitude.

The train was about to leave and some tears rolled down her eyes thinking of the bashing she will get. The whistle blew and the train started. What a way to start a trip. Suddenly she found the same hand coming in through the window holding the tiffin box. She was wondering the reason of her coming back and found the answer herself. The child had gone to wash the tiffin box for her. She could do only that in return. Ritu took the tiffin box from the child and the running feet stopped. The child only waved her hand standing on the platform. That was the only way she could say," THANK YOU!!!!!!"

SOURCE : HEARD SOMEWHERE , RECENTLY RECALLED BY MY SISTER.

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