Bavra Mann

This post is about a song I really love...this is from the Movie "Haazaron Khwayisen aisi".The song is "Bavra Mann",lyrics by Swanand Kirkire.The lyrics is so soulful that it touches your heart.....feels you with a with an unexplainBavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapnaable pain....a feeling of missing something in life.

Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna

Bavre Se Mann, Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavre Se Mann, Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavri Se Dhadkaane Hain, Bavri Hain Saansen
Bavri Si Karwaton Se, Nindiya Door Bhaage
Bavre Se Nain Chaahe, Bavre Jharokhon Se,
Bavre Nazaron Ko Takna.
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna

Bavre Se Is Jahan Main Bavra Ek Saath Ho
Is Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho
Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
Bavre Se Pair Chahen, Baavron Tarano Ke,
Bavre Se Bol Pe Thirakna.
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna

Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Bavra Sa Ho Andhera, Bavri Khamoshiyan
Thartharati Low Ho Maddham, Bavri Madhoshiyan
Bavra Ek Ghooghta Chahe, Haule Haule Bin Bataye,
Bavre Se Mukhde Se Sarakana,
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna

The Alchemy

Wise men say that alchemy or as known in bengali "paraspathar" if it touches anything then that thing is turned into gold.In literary or even in spiritual term "paraspathar" is often termed as something that makes your life golden, i.e as fire is supposed to purify gold......alchemy is supposed to purify you on a spiritual level.I am not talking about God,Religion,or Dogmas of any kind but I'm talking about spirituality i.e being in touch with your spirit!

I've often wondered what can be called the alchemy of our life....My personal life experiences and also the lives and works of others that perhaps Sorrow is the main alchemy in our life.As wisemen ay sorrow is like the fire that purifies us and makes us beter human beings.Not only that it acts as a guideline.....People say that unless you haven't experienced sorow in life you won't be able to understand happiness......you won't be able to experience sympathy or empathy of any kind....you would be missing one of your basic emotional experience.As Tagore says,
"amar e dhup na porale,
gondho kichue nahi dhale
amar e dweep na jalale
deye na kicchue alo.
ei korocho bhalo nithur
ei korocho bhalo"

If we give thought to it we would certainly find that it is really true that alone sorow can actually light the extinguished fire inside us......it may make us come closer to our soul.....it may inspire us for creating master pieces.......Aye the most celebrated songs of the world is that of tragedy...that of sorrow......the same can be said about poems too!I don't want to go into the details of differentiating the causes of sorrow.But somewhere down the line I still believe and would continue believing that sorow is really the alchemy in our life.We just have to accept the fact that there's somewhere hidden in sorow is the essence of happiness!

Living.....etc

Well as it's often said.....Much to do about nothing.....so this is what I've been doing all these days...nothing!And mind it doing nothing also takes a lot of effort...you sit in just one particular place...either watching the Tv screen(doesn't matter if u like anything on it or not)...wasting your time on a simple cup of Tea(specially in my case Bedtea) or looking outside the window in such a way as if you are the world's greatest Philosopher!But Aye!all these efforts are not understood by your parents...specially your mother....and she'll start pursuing you to do some studies or atleast some household works.The least you can do then is to turn deaf(no prob with me,I've already affected both my ears in a miraculous way!)or be indifferent like a Philospher.

The most favourite activity of mine is sleeping ofcourse.But somehow my this favourite pasttime is detested by my family members....however I may try I can't make them understand the importance of sleep....i can give a whole lecture on it.If you don't believe me I can tell you that in REM sleep,i.e when you are dreaming,it helps you to process all the information you got during a day and helps in Long term Memory storage.and also Growth Hormone is secreted then which is essential for human growth.I can go on raving about the neccessity of sleep ,but what's the use my parents simply won't understand!Hope you peoiplke will agree with my vision.Till then......

Memories last forever

In this journey of life ...you meet with so many people...some stay with you forever ...some you leave behind...some disappears suddenly......but all these people make you truly what you are.But as they say memories last forever......


When I was a kid, I had for company all the books I could possibly read then...my dreams...my superheroes....And oneday I met with this skinny girl .....she had boy's cut hair with specs ..and looked just like me...scared...She was our neighbour sort of...her maternal Grandma lived besides our apartment.Though she was 1year junior to me ,we stuck up this unusual friendship....we both of the same kind chose to visit each other's Neverland together.

I still remember they had this huge mango tree in their garden and we used to climb up that tree to show heroism to others.Everyday we used to play together.....and eventually our mothers had to literally drag us back to home....

The best thing we liked in our make a believe plays was that of Dark room- it was this abbreviated version of Haunted houses.And this was somewhere we would be best at.All we used to do act as if it was this stormy night and we two,along with her baby brother went to take shelter in a house,which would eventually turn up into a haunted house....We would be sleeping and then there would be disturbances...Ghosts would chase us...one of us (usually the baby brother would be the bali ka bakhra) would come under the spell of spirits and turn one of them...and we bravehearts would finally save him and us.This paly was so realistic that one night while playing this we really thought that there was someone in the room!!

We would be culturally inclined too and we had arranged successfully twice a Rabindrajayanti programme in our respective home.We did two plays of "Hassya koutuk"of Rabi Thakur "Chatrer pariksha " and the other's name I've forgotten but it was about stealing of eggs.we even made two little boys dance to rabindrasangeet(it wasn't Rabindra nrittya by any chance)

So we had this beautiful childhood together but somehow after I passed out from school I lost touch with her.All I knew about her that she was studying in Shikshayatan college.But a few days back,a local friend of mine told me that my first friend's life has been destroyed by a motor accident in Bangalore...she went there for reviving her life's aspirations...but it was shattered by a man made machine......she's no more now..................all that remains is the ugliness of her death...the opain ,the tears and some memories..................I wish like we played in the Darkroom game,I knew some magic to shatter the spell that has separated her from our world......

Her name was Dorothy Bhattacharya ,my first ever friend ,forever and eternity........................

Coffee Talk

A group of alumni,highly established in their careers,got together to visit their old University Professor.

The conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life........

Offering his guests coffee,the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups-porcelain,plastic,glass,crystal,some plain looking,some expensive,some exquisite -telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffe in their hand ,the professor said:"If you noticed ,all the nice looking ,expensive cups were taken up ,leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.It is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves,that is the source of your problems and stress.What all you really wanted was the coffeee,not the cup,but you consciously went for the best cupsand were eying each other's cups.

Now if life is coffeeand the jobs,money and position in society are the cups.They are just tools to hold life ,but the quality of life doesn't change.Sometimes,by concentrating only on the cup ,we fail to enjoy the coffee in it.So don't let the cups drive you.....enjoy the coffe instead.....

College Days

Ok so the official days of our college is finally over.....these days we can only go to college to check the notice board..or to do some library works(which I don't quite fancy).Can't totally describe how it feels...a bit odd I may say...after all I had been quite habituated with the regular rituals of college going days...waking up early (not before 8am!).....running thru' all the morning rituals in an express speed...and boarding the 9.o5 am E1 bus....many a days I'd get as usually late ...and as I'll make a run and peep from behind the door to see if the teacher has arrived or not!!!And then smiling gallantly I enter the classroom as if I belong there not some silly teacher.....

I had some wonderful time..and not some wonderful times too...there had been moments when I felt like being on top of the world and then sometimes so depressed that I had to open the DSM IV(a book on the criterion of mental disorders) to check my mental prob!But over all can't complain much after all it has taught me some important lessons...made me wiser(or thats what I belive).

I always belive how much you may hate doing something...but ultimately the experience itself makes you evolved as a person...that's why one shudn't underestimate any experience.......

What is living?

U know wat these days u'd find people are so stressed that they wud get agitated all the time...always running after one thing or another...be it the bus/train or the ambition itself....n all through life they run and run...as if there is no other thing of importance to them in their lives...they run all through their lives...and finally in one crossroad they find themselves all alone....tired ...scared....old!!!!They have missed all the good things in life ....just Good wine and Salary doesn't always mean the "good things" yeah?They had been too busy making house,educating children,and competing in their work life.....I don't think that's called living...if that's living then death is more merciful........
So what's life?Can any one tell me?

The Great Experimenter that my Mother is!

I daresay my mother is a very inquisitive experimenter! And she is so much full of new ideas that she just needs motivation from me to implement them! You dont seem to believe me ....thats too bad ......but I daresay you people would believe me after reading this post!

So as I was telling you people my mother is a very inquisitive experimenter...though she's an M.A in Bengali....but she is rather interested in experiments! She gathers her ideas by talking with her fellow teacher-colleagues and of course the mothers of all the students who come to her for tuitions,the kins etc etc. Just getting ideas would lead to nothing...so to implement them she takes my help....or rather make me the subject of the experiment. The Basic Concept of her experiments are simple: To determine the effects of ...............on making the subject get fat.To carry out the procedure to make the subject (the guinea pig poor me) fat...the materials required are different kinds of almonds, 'chattu', kesar, nuts etc etc and milk to add the nutrient element! But the subject is rather a naughty one...whenever she sees the experimenter coming with the materials, she gives a marathon run, making the poor experimenter run after her. After a good cat and mouse chasing game...sometimes the experimenter wins by inserting all the materials into the subject's mouth, forcibly....sometimes the subject wins by getting inside the bathroom and not coming out till an hour has passed.

This experiment is still continuing and will continue ... God only knows for how long...but as soon as I get the final data I'd tell you people about the conclusion.I don't know if after reading the full post you people have now got a new perspective of my mother as a great experimenter or not...but somehow I'll continue to believe that she is a damn good and tireless experimenter who has got a good tenacity!

A Long Leave

Well ,I had been on a long leave coz I had been practically battling with my Part I exams.Now that its over doesn't mean that I'm heaving a sigh of relief ....coz my results are yet to come out!So another wait for the results (and I'm literally dreading that day when they will be announced!


So what was I doing these days?Well I went to Belur math oneday to watch the "Sandhya Arti"!Man!it was awesome!I really believe once in a life time you should go to Belur Math in the evening and that too by a boat ride on the Ganga,and enjoy the caressing winds of Ganga on your face and then you will feel like an uncaged bird with no meaness or materialistic petty things to hold you back! And the Arti was totally mind boggling!The whole hall of the Mandir seemed to filled with the "Aratric Bhajan " of the brahmacharies.You would then at that moment feel as if you are closer to God like never before!I know many a people will think that,"what a silly thing!"....but I tell you my friends ,once you should go there and let me know.I really believe that You will feel like me too.

Would have loved to write down all the details.But I don't have that capability to express that experience into words...words have failed me in this case!Till then

Sionara!

Didimar Jhuli

When I was kid,we had all these fairy tales to amaze our kiddish imagination......it may be Cinderella for some it may be even the good old "Thakumar Jhuli"(which is on the road to extinction now) for a few others.I had spent most of my childhood in my Didima's home(our dear old didima whom we lovingly call"Namma").And my Namma had this amazingly stock of stories to tell........starting from mythological stories to ghost stories even the stories of "Rajputtur and Swadagarputtur".

Every evening after our studies were over, Namma is done with her "thakur puja" n the rest........me, my cousin brother Tutuda n sometimes even my elder sister used to snuggle near Namma and ask her to tell us stories.After the usual cajoling she would finally give up and then start a story.Our hot favourite was that of "Neelkamal and Lalkamal" and another Upendrakishore Roychoudhury story"Cheel ma".While telling us the story of "Neelkamal and Lalkamal",whenever she used to tell us about the incident when the "Khakhos" would ask Lalkamal "Who is awake in the house?"......we used to shiver in fear and anticiaption of what would happen next.And every now and then we would interrupt her by saying-"Tar por?"

She used to love that undivided attention and adulation.Sometimes she used to tell us jokingly"If love to hear my stories so much then record my stories so that you will be able to hear it even when I won't be there!"At this inevitably we used to protest by arguing that she would have to stay with us forever and tell us those amazing stories everyday.

Years have passed by.Obviously we don't need anyone now to tell us stories now.We now can read more intellectual and more purposeful books ourselves.A Neelkamal or a Lalkamal isn't so interesting enough now to amaze us, grown ups!And the amazing Namma who introduced us to the world of childhood fantasy is now herself recovering from a brain tumor operation and suffering from chronic lack of sodium and potassium!She,who can't even remember whether it's day or night or whether she really had her bath,has lost her ability to mesmerise us with any of her stories.Like the good old "Thakumar Jhuli" her "Jhuli" is empty now and on the road to extinction.

Thus every Fantasy would turn into hard core Realism,Imagination would be loathed by Intellect.Peter Pan won't be able to remain a happy boy in his Neverland...........he will finally grow up!!!!

Avril and Me

I really do like Avril and I believe that if I try I may start looking like her .....though my friends are rather discouraging...But i seriously believe that I can too look like her with this tie and socks on the hand and a Ganjee.....What do you think?

Me and My ambitions!!

When we all were nothing but kids...we all had ambitions of something doing big! Well just like any other kid I too, had my share of ambitions!!!! I had all these silly ambitions of becoming a police officer (like Kiran Bedi),a doctor (the most common) and the most daring and favorite of mine was that of becoming an Astronaut!!! To be very honest this was not my original idea ....my partner in crime was my cousin brother Tutuda!

We'd  mugged up from the various encyclopedias all about space n aircrafts and astronauts....and we had this strong belief that it's very much possible to make a rocket n off to the moon!!!!! With this strong belief and stars in our eyes oneday we decided that we are all set to build our own rocket!! Our factory was a small rooftop adjoining chamber in my aunt's apartment and  throughout the summer vacation, the main thing that we used to do in the noon time was to make our own rocket!! Obviously our main inputs were some old packing boxes,some broken pieces of a basin......and our vivid imagination! We had even decided that my brother is going to be the pilot and me the co-pilot! We were on the verge of almost finishing our work (don't ask how) when oneday my aunt caught us on the roof top during the noon time amidst all these! Forget about the scoldings that we got, or the restrictions that were set after this,....but that was the end of our Mission Impossible!

So that was one of my childhood antics .......I know they are very much silly ....but that's my signature style perhaps!

Love ......Passion.....Gen Y

Just a few weeks back I watched the movie"Rang de Basanti".....Infact I know many of you have watched this movie and had the urge to do something......well it happened with me too....and in a kind of josh I sent a SMS for help for Jessica Lal case,talked about it,followed every bits of news for the Jessica Lal case..........and thats it!Thats it!Thats what an inspired Gen Y gal like me did!Then I realized I had done nothing....it wasn't something great.......infact I am not doing anything extraordinary....just blindly following the trend!

Is this is what the tag line of Rang de Basanti means....Generation Awakens!!Are we awake!NO we aren't!It was the youth which was once the pulse of the pre independent India...it was the Will,Determination and Courage of the youth which was the main foundation of the freedom of India......then what happened today!

I would rather say it's not only the influence of easy life style from the west....also lack of any role model!In these days who are our role models....Cricketers or Filmstars!How many of us have A P J Kalam as our role model....a Kalpana Chawla for a role model?The cause is the real lack of those poeple who would pose as the ideal rolemodel in front of us. A person who will inspire us to strive for Excellence......who would ask us to "Arise Awake and stop not till the goal is reached!"We are confused bunch of kids who in absence of real role models vainly try to emmulate some rather glamourous personalities!

One request I would like to make to you people....why dont we instead of complaining for absence of role models try to become role models ourselves....Maybe in this pursuit we may not have success....but atleast our children won't be able to complain like us!Let us try to get a better future for the future generation!

""abhi abhi hua yakeen
ke aag hain mujh main kahin
huyi subah main jaal gaya
suraj ko main niggal gaya!
roobaru roshni!"

The 'Princess' and I

I was then a small kid, about 5 years old, when I first met the 'Princess'. She was a lanky,extremely fair and a rather thin girl who bore a proud look on her face....never used to initiate any kind of conversation with anyone and answered in monosyllables. Frankly speaking I disliked the very sight of her! From that moment I nicknamed her 'The Princess'.

Years went by, but we never had a good relationship. In fact I always believed that she was a big snob! It was when we were in Class V ,i.e about 10 years old, we started to know each other. She used to come to my mother for help in Bengali and in return used to help me out in English. Slowly a kind of need based friendship started to blossom between us...but a rather inconsistent one! We were not the bestest friends...it was that whenever we used to be there together we used to have fun! Never knew when from being just having 'masti' type of friends, we moved into a new dimension....of sharing little secrets......happiness......pains..........sharing out a laughter together, having new adventures together, wiping out each other's tears.

Some of the special things we experienced in life were together......like bunking classes......reading Mills and Boons romance under biology book......cheating and so forth. In fact we used to go to a Maths tuition together...and we used to share a mutual hatred towards that Maths tutor, who used to scold us vehemently on our lack of mathematical abilities.On those days I'd get ready in the morning...go to her home and wake her up from the sleep and most of the time she would refuse to come with me and missed the classes...while I had to attend the classes alone...cursing her and promising to myself that I will never talk to her anymore!

We used to dream together and still do........of being very rich,having a big mansion.....with Ferraris and BMWs and Mercedes. In fact it was our mock lawyer debates which had inspired her to study law! We always had this unique love hate relationship.....and in reality we were each other's biggest critic!

Things have changed.........we have changed......relationships have changed........but whenever I think of her ....I'm reminded of a girl who used to buy expensive gifts just to cool down her rather grumpy and angry friend! And whatever happens in future, the memories that I have shared with her, I'll never forget. Cheers my friend :)

Too much of Everything leads to Nothing!

When I was a kid, I used to keep a small diary where I'd ask all my friends or relatives to write something.....be it about me or anything they want to write! As usual being an obedient daughter, I started it with my mother. She's a teacher and I've always been an admirer of her knowledge.So she wrote.......

"Ati darpe hata lanka 

Ati manena kaurava

Ati dane balir bardhan

Sarvan atyantya garhitan"

Those who are familiar with Hindu mythology would definitely know the characters of Bali, Kauravas and Ravana of course! In simple  English that too much of pride brought an end to the great Rakshasha dynasty of Lanka, too much of vainness brought an end to the great clan of Kauravas and too much of giving brought an end to the King Bali. So it concludes that too much of everything is not appreciable.This is something which has been advocated by the Vedas,long time back. But I don't believe in it just because its written in the Vedas or just because my mom wrote it to me, I believe in it, it's because I've experienced it in my life, naye not only in my life but also in the lives of others! I've seen people who had been practical throughout their lives, but somewhere down the line they haven't been satisfied with their achievements because somewhere they've used their brains to counter attack situations which should've been best countered by the heart...yet their habit of referring to the brain when needed, made them forget about the existence of deeper feelings, sentimentalities etc. So perhaps that sanskrit phrase holds true in the larger context. I dont want to comment further on this topic coz I believe I'm still not matured enough to do so. I don't know about the rest...but I believe in it and thats all I need to do at this moment I guess!

Gurdian Angel

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot here she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.

I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello." The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad.The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different." I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."

"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,Really?"

"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by."

She nodded her head yes, and smiled.

With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am."

"I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.

She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. "My job here is done". I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically.

So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you. Like the story says, we all need someone... And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way. The value of a friend is measured in the heart.

My Treasure Hunt

When I was a kid....rather an imaginative one,  I used to spend my past time in reading adventure books and inevitably I used to get so influenced or rather impressed by the characters that I'd read, that I used to imagine myself as the 'hero'ine and believed each and every words that I used to read!

It so happened that after reading so many books on treasure hunt especially 'Treasure Island' I got this idea that getting treasures are very easy...especially if there's an old house (of course if it's a bit ruined that's the icing on the cake!) you are sure to get some kind of treasure if you have the tenacity and persistence!!!

Now we had this ancestral house at Dakhshineswar which was quite old and a bit ruined ofcourse...so I decided that this would be my happy hunting ground! So in all the weekends we used to go and visit there...I used to spend most of the time hunting for my precious treasure!

We had this old room, sort of an attic room at the rooftop where all the disused, old and broken things were stored...i.e it was basically a sort of store room! However, I got this crazy idea that perhaps this was the room where my treasure would perhaps be hidden...coz this was the least obvious place for others to search for it....and Aye! I promised to myself that I would not relent until and unless I find out my precious treasure from there! Hence, as soon as I decided on my target, I spent the whole noon hunting for my "precious"! No scoldings or repeated warnings could make me lose my focus...the others were just obstacles(as it happens in the books the deadly 'villains', including several cockroaches and spiders!) Aye! you know what my friends, it's truly said that persistence bears fruit....so at last after a neverending search I got a 'ring' - which I called 'Boidurja Moni'! At last I was the victor, though at that present moment I was looking more like a lunatic from Ranchi assylum coz of being smeared with the cobwebs and my hair resembling like a 'bird's nest'! And victoriously I went back to my folks (read angry dad whom my grandma was busy coaxing!)and showed them the prize...... 'Boidurja Moni' !!!!!

Aye my friends...I was so terribly proud so happy......I felt like the richest person on earth or perhaps like Columbus.....but my villianous relatives didn't welcome my discovery...they didn't yield my friends and they announced boldly...."So you got hold of this 'tuti futi' cheap, old, thrown away ring" !!!!!

Nobody listened to my point of view...instead I got a good thrashing from my mom.....and repeated threats "If you dare to do it again then.........!!!!!" So my friends for that time being I had to discard my ideas of treasure hunt...the villains were too villainous to fight with.....but hope never dies and I promise I will go for another treasure hunt this time to AFRICA!!!!!! And I hope that you will encourage me in this adventure...and if you want to be part of that...no problemo.....just pay all the necessary costs...and I promise you won't regret it!!!!

Till then
Adios.....

The Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his room-mate all the things he could see from outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live, for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlightened by all the activities and the colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while the children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all these exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

Days and weeks passed by. One morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the change, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased room-mate to describe such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue :
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared is doubled. If you want to feel rich just count all the things you have that mpney cannot buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the Present."

Keep smiling always.

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. This is my very first attempt in creating any, so you can very well guess that I'm quite novice at this... hopefully you'll forgive my shortcomings and point out mistakes or areas for improvement. I will try not to make a futile effort in being a 'Writer' , rather try to entertain within my limits. Hope you like it :)