DECEMBER,2012

Oh God! What a hectic schedule it has been this month........I really feel glad that finally, I am feeling happier than before...The last 4 months were simply the most devastating for me....No classes,wandering in the ward for the whole day but no one to teach us there...Then,after returning home, eating and sleeping were the only two things I did wid all my dedication...Don't know how much weight I have put on during these months...But finally, when this year is going to end, I feel rejuvenated and spirited....At the onset of 2012,I was so afraid thinking that we all might be finished once and for all....Infact,I had many plans for 20th december thinking that I won't get chance to do all those things the next day after..........But these last 4 months were a strange lesson 4 me,when I had literally no work to do....during those episodes,I just felt what the hell is my life!I had no fear for death, no interest to live coz I really could not trace out the reason behind my survival......Coz I know everybody takes birth for a specific purpose.........And then came december......I just thought to publish a post before 21st....May be,after that this column remains empty forever.........But I wanted it to present in a different way...I don't know why but I really feel so happy this month, no fear what's going to happen next...After all, this tear wasb so different.....all kinds of experiences.....altough most were painful but this last onth of the year was (infact 'is' as 23 days are stil remaining)most refreshing....It was just a lesson.... that life has just to move on be it on a the smooth highway or a kaccha road........Just enjoy the way its moving... and then we would have no idea how time passes.........Just like the lines of "THE ODE TO THE WEST WIND" i.e."If winter comes, Can spring be far behind?" Really, thats the essence of life...This month, I was so busy with all intercollege literary comps including poems, debates, essays, painting,dance, projects and finally my long cherished dream...A research work under INDIAN COUNCIL OF MEDICAL RESEARCH... I am just simply excited for our annual function starting from tomorrow and then a breathless and tireless effort for my research paper....Frankly, work, study are the best part of our life...We don't get time to think about our sorrows or mourn over them...And one thing which I learnt all these months that life has a lot of challenges for us..We need to just face it,however heavy blow it may be... Just stay determined, chalk out your boundaries and work dedicatedly and leave rest on destiny...I guess, It exists...When I met the blind school students for the first time,it became a turning point of my life...I felt we get depressed over li'l things or study pressure...But when they ran towards me to give me a hug, I just could not imagine how gregarious they are...Even after losing the most valuable thing of their lives,they are ready to share their happiness wid all...Then why can,t we?That was the day I really decided to change the style of my life...I planned a versatile framework for my life and I guess its working...This is just a free advice for my readers that u all just try to laugh atleast one day on all idiotic and stupid things...I assure you, you 'ld notice a change within you for sure...And most importantly, LIVE FOR OTHERS,SACRIFICE YOUR DREAMS FOR OTHERS AND THEN YOU WOULD FEEL THERE IS NO REGRET IN THE LIFE...This line is the essence of my love of life....that's my profession and coincidentally this is also the meaning of my name............HUH! wrote a lot....OOps... lot of works pending...BYE 2012 and my readers ........Hope, I would wid something better to tell u if on 22nd december,The Sun rises..........

tete-e -tete

Sometimes the wasteful and useless Khatti are also so rejuvenating..... When we are a bit down,all the stupid thoughts seem to be the most interesting..... Sitting on our beds, half covered within the blankets,Vandita and I went on pondering about all the most stupid things which we committed during our childhood... O how beautiful were those days when we gathered all the happiness from every small li'l things.... thinking how merrily we went on shouting within our peers when we saw a rainbow or an aeroplane flying so high above our heads that we cant even trace its size and shape.... giggling at the backside when we see a girl and a boy talking wid each other thinking that they are in love, even though we never felt wats that word..The unity and the amusement when the whole class got mass punishment,plucking roses from the garden just to impress our beautiful ma'ms......Today,we just, went on rolling down wid laughter when vandi told that she could not even know when a monkey held her hands and took her with it until aunty came to her rescue.Such was our chastity that we failed to distinguish even humans from animals....sitting sadly just bcoz our frenz had more beautiful hair bands than ours....Discussing all the secrets and then telling that:"ei pls tate mo promise ,kahaku kahibuni" and then the circle continued..I still remember the way we used to fight when our mamas gave something delicious in our tiffins and we never wanted to share that. Feeling so elated when we got even half mark more than our frenz whom we thought they dont belong to OUR SIDE...... The tents we used to build wid our mamas' sarees and playing within them.....The lovely cute li'l kitchen sets with which we used to cook rice, dal and sabji out of clay, sand,leaves and pebbles...wearing sarees, bindi and lipsticks just to think how we would look when we would marry. The way we try on copying our teachers' signatures and creating one of our own in all the best possible ways....The way I always used to chat with my papa breathlessly, sleep within his round belly curling myself.......HUh.... All those things simply gave an eternal joy and peace.I still remember an incident when I was in UKG.I saw an old man selling earthen pots but none of the bypassers bought one from him... I saw the complete scene and went home. The next day,I asked mama to give me ten rupees note(that was an enogh big amount that time)..While returning from the school, I bought one pot from the old man and told him"Mausa, ethire bhata dali aau bhaja kini khaidaba.."This was the real time when we rally had a heart.. Such was the period of our childhood....But days have changed...We have grown up.. We feel embarassed to laugh at stupid situations...We never ever gasp at the blank sky and think how high it must be..The complicacies of life have started engulfing us...We search for the so called'BIGGER AND LARGER'happiness and fail to feel the pleasure in small li'l things happening around us....We sometimes feel so depressed at the stressful life, sometimes feel its boring and sometimes beautiful... We go on scanning all the events to find out wat's life? But end up with no answer.Perhaps, thats why I feel the neo natal unit of our hospital is the best place of the world...So many babies, wid pink lips,blinking eyes and their fists closed in such a way that as if God has given them all the happiness and they dont want to share them wid all of us who have slowly turned into selfish ,brutal and insensitive individuals...Just to conclude as a whole,I WISH I WAS STILL A CHILD, AWAY FROM ALL PANGS OF SUFFERINGS AND COMPLICACIES...

VOICE OF A LOST SOUL

MY heart reckons that day of rout, when the catastrophe came and went like the tides of the sea To doom the aura of a blissful life.......... Soon the nature was in harmony, But my heart still remained in a cacophony. Chirped the birds,blew the breeze, Shone the moon, twinkled the stars But I stood still and stared to find my soul lost amidst the crowd. Asks the Sun "Ain't you afraid of mt scorching heat?" Says the cloud "Won't you run away if I burst?" Shout the dogs"Won't you fret at our rowdy barks?" Buzzes the bee"Don't you praise the beauty of the rose?" Blushes the moon"Don't you feel elated when I smile?" And sparkles the star"Don't you gleam seeing me twinkle?" But I stand still and stare, with my legs collapsed and heart shrunken, And my lips quivering in abrupt silence Just to utter the desolate 'VOICE OF A LOST SOUL'

once upon a time in vssut...........

About one year passed.................. 5th september 2010.. welcome of the freshers of electronics n telecomm dept..... Heart beating at a rate of 144 beats /min....... Xactly, at 8:30 am, as usual,I went to temple.. made plates of my hair as it was a part of our uniform.... n then took my cycle to go to VSSUT Guest House to join the welcome ceremony........ After I reached, my lips had already been dried at the fear of the seniors n their taunts.. Thanx God, Devashree di, one of our senior who was my neighbour, made me feel a bit relaxed............. Then, keeping our heads in a bent posn at 90 degrees for two hrs........ I had nearly developed severe neck pain........ By then, I was just feeling that jst after the meeting gets over, I ld straight go to the premises of VSSUT n throw a bomb there. That day, prhps it was the worst place then for me.... At one hand, I  could never accept myself as an engineering student and the other hand the comments which my ears had to bear coz being the daughter of a proffessor n lols more...................... But days rolled on........Classes started..... Puja n Barsha, my branchmates were always there to entertain me in the cls... O! how can I forget al the mischieves we three used to do n the uncontrollable laugh............. In the maths class, I ld be solving bio qns at the back of my maths note, sitting at the last bench..... Even today, Bharti mam complains about this habit to my mom..... N pds classes were like learning urdu or arabic for me. Thanx to sir, He tolerated me in his class.He ld be going on teaching n my rusted brain ld be going on thinking about the episodes of "geet- hui sabse parayi", jst when puja ld bang my head n make me realize that m in class. Even though, I had no interest at the machines of our labs, bt we had a great tym there too. I still remember in 1st sems, my lab group was the most insincere grp of all but still we shared a great unity even in listening scoldins of the teachers. n today, its their cooperation m here.N slowly, I had developed a gud arena of frenz...................

HMM.......... Now, M going to join my dream place n get admitted into the mbbs course....... I m too happy but still a vaccum has been created in my heart for leaving behind VSSUT so as to fulfill my dreams.B4 one yr, some were telling me to drop a complete year so as to make  a full fledged preparation for medical........ But today, I think " thanx GOD, I joined her so that today I can say Proudly:ONCE UPON A TIME....................I WAS A STUDENT OF VSSUT.................."

A DIFFERENT WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ten more days left in my hands................. and then I 'ld turn 18.............. Every year, I used to wait eagerly for my birthday.. But I don't know why this year, quite unexpected thoughts were striking my mind.......... As if I had lost the most precious , valuable and cheerful days of my life................I wish I was still  the cute, little, fat girl, Pratyasha.............(Though, I'm still fat...........)  I wondered how our world was filled with utter innocence and how delicate we were????????? No tensions, no bitterness in our chocolaty hearts and simply the most awesome and unwondered  questions of the world struck our minds... Our brains were fresh with vivid creativity and euphoric imaginations.........
A couple of days ago, I was just chatting with some little children as I don't have a peer group of my age in our colony and I luv to be with those innocent minds...... Just then, a li'l boy asked me:"guddy didi, Is our whole body made of blood? Bcoz, Yesterday when I fell down, blood oozed out of my leg..........." I replied:"Yes". Again he asked " blood is like water naa? Then, when there is water in a bottle and we shake it, it produces a blurring sound...... So, when we run or jump, Why  our body doesn't produce the same sound.......' I was just taken aback with his qn and then replied that this was because of the presence of air cavity in the bottle. To this, he asked that as I had lost some amount of blood in that injury, then why my body is not producing the same sound????????I said, new blood gets created from the food we eat........But his radio was not going to stop at all......... He again asked:If new blood gets created everyday, then why doesn't the blood get overflowed from our body after it gets filled up????????? By that time, my brain was just rotating with a rpm=10000. I don't know if the motor in our BEE lab can rotate with such speeds...............Some other day, during the scorching hot summer, my mother exclaimed:It must be now about 50 degrees in Talcher......"After a few days, my father had to go to IIT,KGP for receiving his Phd degree. My bro asked my mom:"MOMMA, Where is papa going?" To this, my mom said he is going to take his degree.Without wasting a moment, my bro asked:"IF WE HAVE 50 DEGREES IN TALCHER, THEN WHY IS PAPA GOING KGP TO TAKE ONE DEGREE?" We had no answer  to his qn...................

Such are the minds of the children........... As soft as a cotton ball, as playful and jolly as a squirrel and the most inquisitive of all........ They are untouched from the pangs of sufferings, the evilness of jealousy, the brutality of irritation and the tensions of competitions..........

Perhaps, when we were children, we were the same......... but the changing time has changed us........ We have no time to stand and stare............ or even think...........HOW BEAUTIFUL THE WORLD IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


"DEDICATED TO ALL CUTE LITTLE INNOCENT CHILDREN ON THE EVE OF CHILDREN'S DAY AND MY BIRTHDAY"

AM I RIGHT????????????????

Oflate, Mamta Banerjee,Trinamool Congress Chief, launched a controversial rally at lalgarh, most probably to end violence. When I was going through the newspaper, my eyes surpassed this news and I drifted them towards the 'entertainment' page and started reading about Kangna Ranaut signing a film"MIDNIGHT'S CHILDREN", which had won the booker prize.  Most surprisingly, the news about Kangna, which had no relevance to me nor my life nor my career, seemed  so interesting to me but the news of that poor lady  shouting to end violence didnot matter me much!!!!!!! It's not only my case.I 'm damn sure if a poll is taken to know how much successful the "Lalgarh rally" was, then 20% answers 'ld be positive,30% 'ld be negative and the rest 50% would say they didn't know about it! But the whole country must be aware of the box-office news, the up-coming films or even about the "5days bachat offer of Big Bazaar".This is the real unmasked condition of a country where such type of "self-centred" people like us stay. We all are concerned about our academics, our family, our friends ,parties, amusements and all kinds of vague things which mean nothing in our lives and which hideout the real purpose of our coming onto this earth. May be, we're now far from the maoists' clutches but future is certainly unpredictable. I'm not saying that for our duty-sake we'ld jump onto the battle fields with AK-47 rifles on or arms at our 18s , but atleast we should pay a li'l attention to what matters are happening around us.Now a days, everyone maintains a very busy schedule but if analysed properly, most of our works are futile things which simply waste our time. Just for instance, as I'm doing right now. Nobody is going to care my words but still I'm going on writing these so-called 'useless" things. If, even, a single reader of this post would understand the purpose of my writing , then I'ld think, I've done a great deal of work. But nothing such will happen. What I mean to say is: If we can't help any thing or anybody physically or by anyother means, then atleast we should change our mentality and express our concern over the matter. It'ld lessen  the intensity and gravity of the situation. We should be aware  about the whereabouts of our soceity, our locality and abandon this "carelessness" attitude of overlooking such important things going on around us. They may seem boring, but they control the present situations and our lives to a great extent. If u are still reading this, then thanx for atleast having patience to read all these stuffs. And please do recommend u'r criticisms as well as  the valuable comments so that I can modify my writings to a better extent..........................................................

FRIENDSHIP DAY SPL....................

HAM RAHE YA NAA RAHE KAL,KAL YAAD AAYENGE HAR PAL..............Two three days ago, while going through some of my previous photos,my eyes got stuck at this photo 'coz this photo was related with the most bitter part of my life i.e the two years of plus two, without my parents was a nightmare for me. But at the same time, I had developed a new taste for life with all the "monkeys" shown in this pic.They were all alone and they showed me a different version of life: where we stand on our own feet admist all sorts of troubles, but still a cute smile hangs at the nooks of every lips 'coz we are all together wid our mischiefs, our friendship, our sorrows, our glories n everything..........The hostel food was no less than prison's food but sitting all together and relishing the 'watery curry' and the 'dry chapattis 'was like a banquet for us. I learnt and understood the depth as well as the curious nature of friendship. Let me tell u about "Debs(Deboleena)", my hostelmate as well as my classmate in Dav, Unit-VIII, with whom I had quarelled for about 6 months but still we sat together in our class, went to canteen together. And u all won't believe that after she went from the school, I had never visited my school canteen.Another such girl was "Shruti", who was a boy in the disguise of a girl. Her hairstyle, her getup, her "dhamkis"-all resembled a boy.She was always up to some nuisance in my room. Sometimes, I just felt like smashing her up into pieces but her sweet 'sorry' would simply burst my anger. The other girl was "Dips" who was a typical Indian beauty. Her pleasant soft voice, her innocent style would attract anyone. My friendship grew wid her not 'coz of quarrels(Plz don't think that I'm a great quareller) but 'coz of her sweet nature and her helping hands. Now those days are over.......... We all are placed far apart.Nobody knows if ever we 're going to meet again or not but surely, we developed an unforgettable "khatti mithi " taste of friendship during our days.O!!!!!!!!!!! Just wait! I've forgotten the VIP of our hostel-Yeah! she was Shivangi Priyadarshini- my "everlasting" friend. A pencil thin body, microscopic round cute specs over her eyes, a Denim or royal blue jeans and simple T-shirts are the characteristics of her. She is not there in this photo or probably her " fleshless" body is invisible here.She was a girl out of this world. Except books, chocolates, icecreams, she knew nothing else. When we all 'ld be sitting seriously n thinking over some serious matter, she 'ld spring up and say" u know, today, i got three chocs from school." At that time ,I just feel like banging her head and pour some of my brains into her.But no !,"let it be yaar", it's her dangerous simplicity and innocence which made her so adorable. Sumtimes, she 'ld go on laughing wid us even without knowing the reasons.But still, she was and 'll remain my loveliest friend forever. So, u can see my friends are as stupid as me but we really made a very gud time together.I had left my old frenz like pallavi, antarik, shephali, rakesh and ankita in Burla but without my expectations, Bhubaneswer also gave me sum frenz who lessened the pain of losing old frenz.This is the essence of Friendship:"FRENZ COME AND GO BUT FRIENDSHIP REMAINS FOREVER."The moment we share wid our friends are like shooting stars.They are short but memorable forever..........................................................