MY SOUL CALLING

              

                          LOVE- this one word has so many meanings ,for someone this is the inspiration of his life ,for other, it only a means or way out to get her job done.This one word can at times bring changes to someones life and on the other hand can spoil one's life too.

                         Some people doesn't feel it necessary to show their feelings of love to someone,and some do it very often.

                          LOVE - this one word has got such a great power that it can change the face of our nation too.But the people who takes the decisions of our country rarely love their country .There are very few people who truly thinks of their nation's progress.If all had done so then there would have no corruption in our country ,there would have less discrimination between rich & poor.Why we Indians don't stand against corruption?We are afraid that our family will get into trouble.But by keeping quiet, we are not even creating a better world for our children who in future are going to suffer for this.

                           At night we are afraid get out .But why can't we change our system? Why do we have to suffer for the roadside gundas? Everyday there are news of murder ,theft, rape , and the most recent incidence of the blast in MUMBAI.So many people have lost their lost their lives,their family members ,even their sole source of earnings .Could it happen if we all had true love for our nation? I strongly believe NO.

                           This matter is really getting serious as what type of thoughts we are giving to our next generation.What will be our INDIA in the coming years?Why the govt. officials cannot solve the cycle of poverty?Why it can't help the poor by giving them their basic needs& education.Why someone comes to take away the money funded by govt. for his own benefit and doesn't work for the nation's growth.I think its the high time that we people should get ourselves involved, must change our outlook and raise our voice whenever needed.Keeping quiet is not going to solve the problem .For the betterment of our nation ourselves & our next gen.each one of us should our hands and speak against forgery &corruption.

A TRIBUTE TO MY FATHER ON THIS FATHERS DAY

                        Today ,19th June ,celebrated as father's day .............a father who always wants his siblings to be alright ,a father who takes care of every need of his children,............a father who at times get rude to show right path to his young children,........overall a father who would take all miseries for the well being of his children.

                         I narrate an incident which touched my heart long years back .I am going to share it with you all.When I was in the years of my final year Bachelor Degree ,my brother was getting ready for his Board exam.I and my father went to the school to see where my brother was going to give exam.Some cows were there grazing outside the school gate.When we got out of the gate all of a sudden one cow came rushing towards me .For a second I was at a fix ,but within a moment, I saw my father in front of me holding the horns of the cow and pushing it back .He got hurt at his stomach in that course of action,but he didn't utter a single word.That was the day when  I realized the love of my father towards me and  that made me think about him again .

"Thakur Villa", Memories cherised

                                                                        


                                                                       Guys, The house popularly known as "THAKUR VILLA" (Home of GOD) in that locality is not another house for a few concerned. It carries a lot of childhood memories of those who lived in that house or who used to come around to meet us from neighboring towns. Here is an abstract from a guy who was born in that house, brought up in that locality and finally settled somewhere far from that place.

                                                                        Man..... I still remember those of my start up days at an adjacent primary school "Joykumar Balika Vidyalaya".Didi, my elder sister, who was a student of that school and had already passed a few more years there, used to take me to that school along-with. We were then asked to stand in a single row in the veranda. One of the teachers then used to start a prayer and we were asked to follow her in the same tune and words with prime impetuous on pitch. For all of us, it was nothing but a shouting for few minutes as none of us on that age had any idea about all those difficult Sanskrit words.We were not even explained about what words we were supposed to utter and also in what accent at the time of prayer along-with her. Actually,once it went as a surprise for me when I was caught by a teacher for not speaking the right word during the prayer. I was spared from punishment on that occasion because of the popularity of my Didi (Elder sister) in that school. I didn't know how could she gain so much of adulation from all those teachers but at-least that came as a savour for me on that day. We were then asked to sit on a bench of height around two inch from floor and utter some numbering table along-with our class teacher.I still remember the pitch at which she (my class teacher of that 1st standard) used to shout with those numbering table. It felt like people from those neighboring houses were taking some test of her skill in arithmetic. She used to keep a glass of water in her table to take care of her extension of pitch which excelled with no bounds over a period of time.My prime duty was to keep track of the state of that glass so that it didn't get empty at any point of time during her stay in that class.

                                                                         GOD, I don't know how z she right now, if she is still alive or not, but the numbering table she taught those days keeps me stay alive and competitive even today in my Corporate world ......GOD BLESS HER.