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..........................................................

Let's think li'l different!!!!!!

Guys,
We do have eyes and a mind but hardly, a few of us have hearts!!! I'm not speaking of the anatomical heart, right!! Human minds are unique but we have made them conventional. Just for instance: we see a caterpillar and raise our noses wid an awesome feel . We hate its stinging hairs but we fail to recognise its beautiful style of moving over the leaf lamina. That kind of locomotion is called "looming". Even, we humans can never do it. We see the weeds and cut them out 'coz they are a waste but our eyes fail to notice their euphoric greenery.
Why only about our nature? Let me tell you about our society. While boarding the trains, it's a common scenario to see small poor kids dancing, jumping, singing or even brooming the floors so as to become the cynosure of all the eyes or in a vague expectation of earning some money. Few of us notice them and then turn our eyes and a few, with all their bitterness in their hearts, take out a one-rupee coin and hand it over to them from a few metres high so that they don't touch their nasty hands. We see the filthiness of their hands but not the tiredness and the dry scars on their plumpy palms which clearly reflect their gory conditions of poverty and recklessness. Next, comes home. We the teenagers are the hottest topics of discussions in our homes. We always have a grudge against our parents, our siblings. Academics, behaviour, habits-all are a cause of tension. We see only our points of view but not of our parents' who have gathered about a half century's experience. Had ever we thought a li'l bit different, then our lives would not have been so erratic. I'm not an exception to all these but when my mind is cool, and my heart is really "the heart", I do feel that these small li'l things have a great significance in our lives. after reading this, I 'ope u do feel the same. "jab apna dil ho khus to rab bhi ho khus"