Those hibernating months

It has been more than a year since I have written anything. Nope, it would be an understatement if I say that I have not written anything during the last 10-12 months. I have written a whole lot of articles, seminars, presentations and technical reports but have not written anything close to my heart. I was busy, busy making the first year of my post graduate course a count. I was successful, pretty successful if my grades are concerned. I got a mentor who is a Godfather now, a senior who is always there to support me. I also managed to get a pool of good friends who can be contacted anytime.I enjoyed all sort of responsibilities given to me.I was appreciated especially for my cultural and extra curricular activities.

I enjoyed every single feature of this new institute. I had a huge crush on one of my professor; I was so crazy about him that I did not miss a single class of him. I used to be very punctual in all of his classes and yeah I deliberately tried to showcase myself as a very serious nerdy girl. I don’t know whether I succeeded or not but the faculty evokes no interest anymore. Like all other crushes of mine, it seems too childish now. But it was indeed fun then to have a crush on a professor.

But my saga with betrayal seems never ending and it did not spare me here as well. Helping out others and getting nothing in return has become a habit of mine. It would be wrong if I say I got nothing in return. I get something every time which in return makes me stronger with every single experience. I experienced one such instance here again.

Good or bad, whatever it was I don’t want to comment or should I?? It was good, damn good if I consider some basic aspects. So, I found a classmate who tried to make me calm throughout the last term. He tried to make every situation easy for me, he taught me to keep calm at crucial moments, he made me realized that sometimes it’s better to let everything go for the greater good. He is indeed a very practical guy to work with. He knows how to manage situation otherwise he would not be able to handle me so tactfully for five consecutive months. And everything happened for my own good. I have realized that my tolerance level has increased. I know whatever he did during past few months was only to avoid some unwanted circumstances or problems. His main objective was to make the whole professional work process smooth enough and not to get into any confrontation with anybody but it helped me a lot to control my temperament.

This working group of mine was actually good with some very dedicated workaholic guys around. Like always, a worthless member was also there who simply did nothing throughout and created every sort of nuisances possible but others were too good. I got a group member who shares similar view with me in case of love and relationships and it was indeed a pleasure to discuss with her why it’s important to be self dependent.

Now when I look back after the end of a year, I found too many memories in my cart. I enjoyed all the whole night studio sessions, our discussions and confusions over every single chapter or assignment. I enjoyed all our late night snacks and foods and early morning cycling session to reach hostel to catch a two hours sleep. It never bored me off but it brought the best out of me. I will never forget these 10-12 months and especially the last 4-5 months will be remembered forever.

Yeah, I got some maturity again, some serious realization for betterment......

When everything is going right but something is missing....

This is one fine evening of summer,though its not at all fine actually,I am feeling quite uncomfortable in the dim light,humid weather & the claustrophobic atmosphere of my room..but why ??? this is the time when I can enjoy my life to the fullest..My exams are over...I have already secured my place in one of the leading institute of this country for Masters program..No worries about career,money or anything at this point of time..but still I am feeling uncomfortable..I have not written anything in the last few months...neither I got time nor the opportunity due to the very hectic schedule of my last semester undergrad course..it was total hell...but yeah..I finally overcame it some 20 days back...and now I am totally free...but still,I am unable to concentrate fully on writing.. I had many plans of writing during this time..in fact I have many plots of some short stories in my mind..but due to some unknown reason I am feeling restless and unable to write something..why ??what happened to me ??? Is it called a writer's block ?? I don't think so..because as I have already mentioned...many plots are coming in my mind... I am still able to generate ideas but I am totally unable to give them a proper figure of a story or something..so I am writing... I am just trying to write something... I know this is pure shit...but still I am trying...I don't want to let this free time go... I want to utilize this time fully...so I am writing... I am just writing to make it a practice... I am just writing to get back my habit of writing ...
OK...so now I should write something about the last few days... I have realized that I am thinking a lot nowadays.. during the last few days I got some important realization..again some philosophical thoughts... I have realized that we always want to achieve something..sometimes it generates last..sometimes aspiration..but we all should think differently..because unfulfilled last or aspiration always generate frustration..so we must think about our limitation and act accordingly..we should assume that we are the luckiest people in this earth because at least we are getting something or we are having some opportunities..most of the people don't even have the basic amenities..lets take an example.. Kamla is a girl of 12..her mother is maid servant..and because of that she is deprived of proper education because neither she has the money nor the scope..similarly many other examples are there..she is not even getting the opportunities..
so we should think about the happy times of our life..we should get motivation from those incidents..we should think of the opportunities we have and must try to give our best shot at every field..because hard work has no alternative...that is the only way to remove the frustration and the only ladder to success...so work hard,utilize every opportunity,be happy,stay positive... :) :)

love story or a deadly nightmare : not to worry, BECAUSE KARMA IS A BITCH....

So I am writing something after a long time and as a matter of surprise I found only this topic to discuss!!!!!!
Its must be pretty boring.. Deeds,Sin,Virtue etc etc ... It sounds like some highly philosophical gyan from some modern aged 'babas'...Isn't it ???

No, Its not...when someone is talking about some real life incident or some real life tragedies about a soft gentle girl ,Its never boring..It's actually interesting..wonder why ?? because it will lead us to some real life analysis of sin , confession and karma which is deadly,which is worse than a nightmare,which is a curse,which could have been fatal and which can only be avoided with extreme mental strength..
So lets see a real life incident.....
A girl of 18 just landed up in a reputed institute to study further..there she met this guy.. after 2 or 3 months the guy proposed the girl,the girl immediately accepted the proposal.But then it was a 7 month's saga of betrayal and lie...the girl came to realized that the guy already had a girlfriend or whatever..but he still proposed her.. that girlfriend was completely unaware of his deeds with this girl.The guy even proposed sex to this girl..he said that he didn't believe in platonic love I mean love without sex or love without any physical affair. So he needed to have sex..But this girl was very strong with her stands..she was insistent that she would not have sex until marriage..The guy even tried to ruined her educational career by hook or crook.. But luckily the girl managed to escape..She cried a lot but she was strong enough to overcome this shock..
Not only once..But this guy tried at least thrice in 4 years to ruin the girl with his repeated attempt of false gesture of love or false show of affection or blah blah blah..but god's grace , the girl saved herself..
Now we gonna take a look what this guy actually did...firstly , he tried to disturb the girl heavily so that she couldn't study properly. This took a toll on her studies and her performance in that semester was the most disappointed one in her entire educational career span with all time low percentage..The girl who always got more than 80% marks everywhere,barely managed to score a mediocre 69% this time..The girl was innocent..She again cried a lot with her mediocre grades..but promised herself for a magnificent comeback in the next semester and she successfully came back..Now she is quite happy with her being single status.she is extremely happy with her present life.

What happened with the guy ??He tried to ruin her & in return he himself got ruined. He was not even able to clear all his papers in that semester examination..He again found some other girls who fell into his trap.he behaved the same with every girl and all of them left. He ultimately became a drunkard frustrated liar with no friends around.
So karma is a bitch!!!!! ehhh ????

My first TEENAGE CRUSH ........

Few hours ago, I was talking to a std 7 girl..She was talking about her hobbies, favourites etc. Suddenly she came to the topic of Ranbir Kapoor – her favourite actor. She was extremely excited when she was talking about the actor. She mentioned that she has got at least 20 posters of Ranbir in her room. She knows every detail about Ranbir and she has watched every movie of the actor. I was enjoying the conversation and she was saying all through like I love Ranbir... He is so cute and blah blah...

I was listening...I was listening with intense interest...but at the same time I was moving down the memory lane. So many incidents were coming in my mind and I was going back to my early teenage days...

I was going back to the days when there was a little innocent girl of 12 years called Shreya who used to stay with her parents in a small town called Kulti, an outskirt of the Asansol city near the West Bengal- Jharkhand border.

I used to be a huge cricket fan. It’s very obvious in a country like India. But I was different from other girls of my age. Most of them used to watch cricket only to see good-looking cricketers but I used to watch it because I loved the game. I used to dream of becoming a cricketer then. Cricket was everything to me. I used to watch all forms of cricket. I can even remember sitting in front of television on the exam’s day to watch test cricket as well...

It was a chilly winter evening of December 2003. I just came from my science tuition. Dad brought a popular children’s magazine called Anandamela for me. I was a regular subscriber of that magazine. I was going through the pages of Anandamela. It was a very popular magazine in West Bengal mainly for teenagers. There was an article about Team India’s cricket tour in Australia during December 2003 to February 2004. Suddenly I noticed a photograph at bottom right corner of the page. It was of a young teenage guy called Irfan pathan from India under 19 team who had just made it to the national team after a prolific performance in Under 19 Asia cup in Pakistan. I stared at the photograph for a good 2 minutes and then realized that something was happening around me. I saw that photograph at least 8-10 times on that evening. Next morning when I sat in front of television to watch the second test match vs. Aussies at Adelaide I realized that Zaheer khan was out of the squad due to injury and a lanky 19 year old pacer from Vadodara was all set to make his international test debut. It was certainly Irfan Pathan. He bowled 7 overs in his very first spell of international cricket. I enjoyed the session thoroughly. Not because of the fact that I was able to see him but also because of his bowling.

On that very day I realized for the first time why other girls used to sit in front of TV to watch some particular cricketers. The same thing happened with me for the first time on that day. I realized that I got addicted to this Irfan Pathan. I just started feeling like watching him more and more. By the time I realized it, team India’s down under tour was over. Irfan Pathan came out as one of the most sensational left handed swing bowler of that time. People even started comparing him with the Pakistani swing legend Wasim Akram.

In the meantime I became a huge fan of that bowler. I used to stick in front of television to watch his interviews or advertisements. A huge portion of my day was spent on cutting his photographs from newspaper or magazine and pasting them in a diary. I had more than 300 of those photographs. I remember celebrating Irfan’s all the 5 wicket hauls, 10 wicket hauls, half centuries and the only century in test cricket with chocolates. Yeah, my friends used to ask me for treats whenever Irfan played well and I used to give them treats with chocolates. Even I used to write about all his achievements in that diary. I still have that diary. I did this awesome practice of pasting photographs (if you know what I mean :P :P ) for good 6 years. I used to be tensed a lot, whenever he was sent to bat at the top order. I used to curse that Greg Chapel whenever Irfan did bad performances. Because I always believe that too much of experiment is bad in any case. It takes a toll on the consistency at a particular level. I remember watching his hat trick against Pakistan again and again. He was playing very well at that point of time.

But after below average performances for a couple of years and injuries, Irfan lost his place in the team. By that time I passed my 12^th grade exam and came to hostel to study my under grad. I took the diary with me, but due to the huge pressure of academic curriculum, I failed to maintain it. Irfan was out of the squad on that point of time though he was a regular in T-20 matches. But I used to keep track of Indian Cricket. Even I still remember watching all the matches of 2011 world cup in hostel. Then finally after 3 years waiting, Irfan came to the team in November 2011. I was ecstatic with joy. He was playing well. I even watched that match, even in the hostel television where Irfan took his 2^nd 5 wicket haul in ODI vs Sri Lanka in august 2012. All the girls were watching some saas bahu serials, and then suddenly I came and took away the remote and switched to the channel where the match was being broadcast. They started cursing me and I continued to watch the match. Finally they understood that I would not switch to any other channel until the match would be over and then they left. After that again Irfan got injured and he is out of the squad now but even today I continue to keep track of his performances, even in the IPL and domestic cricket.

First teen age crush!!!!!!!! Eh???????? J J J J

3 days in train : A Journey to Kerala

So, this is the first travel blog coming out of my pen...I was on my way to Cochin and it was almost 3 days travel by train...The Patna Ernakulum express was running before time but neither the comfort of the ac 2 tier nor the 3 days idleness was making me happy. For the first time in my life I encountered a problem with ac 2 tier - a strange problem ... which I never faced during any of my educational tour from college when I traveled through second class sleeper...The problem was indeed weird.. But now this was a huge problem that I could neither open the window nor I could take photograph through it.

I was very insistent that I would sit beside the window from the very beginning of the journey. But all went in vain...but every cloud has a silver lining behind it. This is true that I am unable to click a photo whenever I am seeing something extraordinary...Neither can I store them in the hard disk. But some of the scenic beauty which i have witnessed during the past two days will remain with me forever...

So the first lot of stuffs were the bridges over rivers...It was Godavari and Krishna near the cities of Rajahmundry and Vijayawada respectively...It was evening...but the lights on the banks of the rivers were making the river fronts all illuminated with glitters...then the serene calm outside night view of unknown villages were making the moment more beautiful...it was late enough and I went to the upper birth for sleeping..

Next morning I woke up with utter surprise...The foggy grey tone in the horizon wide greenery of Tamilnadu villages are worth mentioning... I was overwhelmed. Then gradually the fog cover got cleared...the pleasant sun light was making the scene more beautiful...then I saw a couple of hillocks full of greenery... The train was passing through a track with high uplands on both side...Suddenly the track became so narrow that initially it seemed to be a gap within hills...Later I realized that it was not a gap.

Then the third lot of stuffs came. After passing the Coimbatore station the train started to enter a forest area. It was the famous forest in Tamilnadu -Kerala border. It was so dense, it was so green I was overjoyed...I was overjoyed with the continuous rhythm of the train and the eye soothing greenery by the window. The train continued to run and I continued to be a nature lover..

After travelling almost 2 hours we entered Kerala and I finally realized why Kerala is called god’s own country...

Product sketches...

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Caricature ......

The second one done by me....