the jouney continues.......

Brief History of Compilers

2011-08-23T01:51:00.000-07:00

A compiler is a computer program that transforms source code written in one programming language (the source language), into another programming language (the target language, often having a binary form known as object code).

The first compiler was written by Grace Hopper, in 1952, for the A-0 System language. The A-0 System was a set of instructions that could translate symbolic mathematical code into machine language. The term compiler was coined by Hopper.

In 1960, the COBOL compiler for the UNIVAC II was the first to be written in a high level language, namely FLOW-MATIC. This again came from a team led by Grace Hopper.

Assembly instructions are a direct mapping to opcodes, which are byte values of machine code that can be directly interpreted by the processor. A very primitive program can be written in opcodes directly by looking them up from a table(which are different for different microprocessors) that lists them with the matching assembly instructions, and hand-determining memory addresses/offsets for things like jumps.

The first assemblers were written in this fashion - hand-written opcodes. Now these assemblers automated opcode lookups, as well as computing addresses/offsets for named jump labels.

These primitive assemblers could then be used to assemble more sophisticated assemblers which in turn could be used to assemble complex compilers written for higher-level languages(that would contain all the complex logic for lexical analysis, parsing, optimization basically written in assembly-language to be directly interpreted).

This process of iteratively writing the tools to simplify the creation of the next set of tools is called bootstrapping. And this bootstrapping process of writing a compiler (or assembler) in the programming language which it is intended to compile, creates a self-hosting compiler. Most of the modern-day programming languages have self-hosting compilers.

Explaining Systems Architecture

2011-08-01T23:28:00.000-07:00

I was having a nap, squeezing some time out of our busy schedule when the phone rang! It was my cousin-sis in Kolkata. She had been given some assignment from her college on Systems architecture concepts and she was not having a clue to it because she had bunked her class the day those ideas were taught in class. I had to be her saviour once more!

"Just explain to me the basic idea right from the beginning, assume that I dont know anything!" she seemed nervous.

"Ok, you know what data is and you might also know that an application is one or more modules of business logic packed into a bundle that does some processing on these data to achieve some objective.
Now there can be different forms of architecture designed, depending on situations:
1) Single-tier
2) Two-tier
3) Three-tier
4) Multi-tier"

"And what are these?"

"The one-tier, or single-tier, architecture is a system in which the database, application, and presentation services (the graphical user interface) all reside on one system. This type of system does no processing external to the platform on which it is running."

"Can you give an example?"

"Yes, a Microsoft Access database with local presentation services is a common example. You can also think of a simple C Program which does some basic work without calling any other network interface as another example.
"2-tier architecture is also called client-server architecture. Here data is kept in a remote server and there are individual machines that connect to this data server to access data. These individual machines have business logic within them alongwith GUI and are the clients. The client connects to the server via the network and requests for resources which the server provides. This logical separation between application code and data eases maintainability"

"Ok, this much is clear, then?"

"Then there is the three-tier architecture. Its difference with 2-tier is that here the business logic is separated from the GUI or view aspect. Data as well as business logic resides in the remote server while the client only has the GUI-related code. Thus less data need to be transmitted through the network. Also any change in the core business logic will necessitate changes in only 1 place rather than individual client machines. SAP or any other commonly used ERP makes use of this architecture."

"Cool! And what is multi-tier?"

"It is only a logical extension of 3-tier. As you find, the tendency has always been to shift the bulk of data or code to the remote server from client machine. Here even the application-GUI is moved to the server. This is called a web-server. This server can only understand static contents as required for GUI. For dynamic content as in application logic, it requests the Application Server which in turn interacts with the Database . Requested information is then passed all the way back to the web-browser or client-browser which had initiated the request from the client machine. When we deploy a web application and then use a client browser to access the application, we are using multi-tier architecture!"

"Great!", she now seemed much relieved, "I have now more or less got the basics. I guess I shall understand more once I actually start working on these things!"

The Last Night At Mumbai

2009-12-20T02:45:00.000-08:00

'Tis a weird feeling.....I do not really hav the power to express it......I can just feel it!

Had just come to Mumbai about a yr & half ago after a terrible 1-month training at Bhubaneshwar.

Mumbai, the heartthrob of India, the city of films, the city of all great n rich men, the city that has India's largest slum as well as the costliest biuldings n hotels, the city that has people from every part of the world, the city that has no culture of its own, the only city that upholds the Unity in Diversity of India in true sense----always read about it in the papers......heard about it in news channels...but nevr imagined that we will be beginning our professional career in this very city!

It 's pretty easy to get here lost in the crowd. And we were all alone...two lost souls......groping along for the 1st few dayz to get ourselves settled in an unknown place .

Since then, it 's been a long time now. I know Mumbai now, it's not foreign to me 'nymore! It 's my city now, I stay here! I have friends here. I v spent the last 14 months with them. It's been one of the best n most delightful phases of my lyf. We v not just shared our rooms, we v shared our lives. We had all become a part of each other's lives ! We v laughed through our happy times, n we v laughed through our sad times! We v been to places together, we v njoyed lyk hell to wherevr we v been. In spite of lotza differences among everyone, we v liked each other's company n clung together. We v become more matured, more tolerant n come out with a richer experience through these dayz.

At office, I was to lucky to have met a few senior colleagues who believe in relationships more than money & profit. I interacted with them and gathered a lot of invaluable learnings that I believe have enriched me and would definitely enable me to deal with the world, a wiser man!

And I leave now! I leave all these, my friends, my office, and my city permanently! I am very happy that I m in fact, travelling to my own place Kolkata to stay with the person I love most, my mother and work amidst old friends! But there 's a sad feeling as well!

I had indeed taken a strong liking to this city.The natural beauty by the roadside, the magificent constructions, the green Sea, the broad highways--the city has a charm of its own that s rather difficult to resist!! And this charm wont cast its spell on me 'nymore! Tomorrow onwards, I will be free!

Tonight is my last stay in Mumbai. I shall take one last stroll across its streets, reliving in that one stroll all the places I v been to in the last 12 months......I shall shed a drop of tear, reliving in that one teardrop all the laughs I v had in the last 12 months.........I shall have one last glance towards my office-building, reliving in that one glance all the happy n sad moments I v had with my teammates.......and finally I shall stay awake for the whole night, reliving in this one night all the last 365 nights!!

Wherever I shall be, in whatevr state that be, these days will be there in my soul....fresh n alive!!

Omen?

2008-09-23T22:05:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine has suggested that i learn to read omens.The alchemist did. He was happy.My friend himself claims that he can. Howevr he dus nt claim to be happy.

I was in bhubaneswar for 1 month as a part of my job-training in TCS. I am in kolkata only for 5 dayz....I ll be leaving for mumbai tomorrow.

I had arrived last satrday. That very evening I was in gariahat with a friend of mine when i chanced to see that girl...the girl who had once taught me to dream, the girl who had once been everything to me, that very girl who ll have a place in my heart forever. She had never luvd me. But I did. & I had luvd her lyk 'nything. I saw her aftr almost 5 years. She had not changed much. I went & talked to her. I felt nothing special. I knew a 5-year gap can rob you of many emotions.

After we parted, I felt kinna mesmerized. I was in a trance, as if! A stream of overpowering thoughts n emotions came rushing down & took me alongwith the flow. I began to relive those dreams that i had dreamt, years ago. I dunno why.

That night a strange feeling occurred to me. Was this some omen? Throughout my college-lyf I have not had a single glimpse of her, ever. & now that I am about to leave kolkata for my job, I see her. If an omen it is , what dus it symbolize?......does it ask me not to leave kolkata?.....does it tell me that mumbai won't be good for me?....or does it ask me to go to mumbai, free of all tensions & past bonds, & start a new life there?.....i know not.

A Tribute to our JU Dayz..........

2008-07-20T14:13:00.000-07:00

Sei je prothom bachhor,

Jhilpaare, machay,

Ak notun chokh diye

Ei biswo-take dakha,

Sukhe chhilam atmohara,

Ei jibon ki jaay chhara!!

Firbe na se ki firbe na

Firbe na se harano din!!

Sara bachhor jure

Ditam poray faaki,

Pashapashi boshe

Kortam tokatuki.

Sem-r aage dishahara

Kibhabe jay pass kora,

Firbe na se ki firbe na

Firbe na se harano din!!

Maather ghashe boshe

Katto dupurguli,

Thoter faake special

Dito sursuri,

Tarko-o hoto sob bishoy,

Khilli hoto proti kathay!!

Firbe na se ki firbe na

Firbe na se harano din!!

Charte bachhor sheshe

Holo chharachhari,

Ke je kothay gelam

Niye je jar chakri,

Moner gahone tobu roye galo

College-jiboner smritigulo!!

Firbe na se ki firbe na

Firbe na se harano din!!

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tried to mimic "sei je holud pakhi" .......the music s the same.....

a fine trip......fond memories

2008-07-10T03:58:00.000-07:00

It had been a marvellous tour.
The return journey from haridwar was awful.....but the awesome company we had for most of the tour kept the overall feelings on the positive scale...
It was our 2nd venture with kundu special. quite a reputed travel agency. & more reputed for their culinary skills & care than for travelling & sight-seeing.
Our 1st trip with Kundu was Simla-Manali tour.....the spots were fabulous.....full of ethereal beauty, sheer majesty....Not having had much of snow-capped tours before, I could only marvel at the magnificent natural beauty of Manali.But the group was damn bad.....I could hardly connect to any1.....there were a couple of boyz n galz of my age.....but they were miles apart frm me......& thos chilly nights!!....twas terrible.....7 pm at manali was darker & quiter than 12 midnyt at kolkata....I strolled about the streets alone, smoking & trying 2 keep myself warm.....& bak at kolkata, memories of thos dreary nights kept haunting me for months ..it was a strange n sad feeling.

This tym twas completely different. The spots were average...good if u r in the mountains aftr a long interval...but this being my 3rd consecutive hill-tour within 4 yrs.....it had nothing much for me....the same greenery, the same old winding ways through the mountains as u go up or climb down.....the same speedy streams gurgling their way across huge boulders .....lotza temples, gurdwaras n thos stuff.....But we had fantastic co-travellers.....not all ....but many, I dare say.They were of all ages...but we could connect.....the age-barrier was nt a deterrent. None of us was the greatest extrovert...so we did nt hit out ryt frm the 1st day.....It did take tym....but slowly n steadily.....the bonds grew....in fact during the parting moments, I almost took 2 tears......(if any1 had seen me then, it wd hav been a real embarrassment.....a 22-yr lad cryin coz he s about 2 part frm sm ppl whom he dus nt evn know properly & may nevr see in future).....none of us knew each othr well......but there was the desire to know each othr bettr....

srd

2008-04-07T12:13:00.000-07:00

(1)

With a lingering smile on my lips, i said, "tomar naam ki?"

"sr***shi," she answered bak with a smile, "tor-o to south point nischoy?"

"hmm", i nodded.

"katha shunei andaj korechlam! ta, ragging kirom laglo?"

"bhaloi," i smiled bak again. "besh enjoy korechi......tobe oi je lomba dada-ta....sajibda na ki naam-"

"ha, or theke ektu sabdhan. he s known 2 cross limits at tyms!"

"ha.....he rags really well......if i may put it lyk dat! achha, tomar e-mail address achhe to?"

"ha," she gav me her mail-address. i gave her mine." ami tomay aji mail korbo.reply koro"

"sure."

"asi ekhn. tata"

"byeee!"

that was our 1st conversation. she was in 2nd yr. twas the 1st day of my colg-lyf.

(2)

"ki byapr baloto? ajkal amar sathe katha balo na keno?"

She was walkin fast....tryin to avoid me. "koi? serom kichui na to!"...her voice was plain.....suspiciously plain.

i had to walk fast to keep pace wid her."na, ami jani.....tumi amr opore rege achho.but why?"

"eta tor bhul dharona. ami tor opor rege nei. ar hotat tor opor ragte jaboi ba keno?"

"setai to amr obaak lagche. amr kono bondhu tomr sathe abhadrota korle tar jonye tumi amr opor rege thakbe keno?"

"tora keui kichu baaje koris ni. toder karo oporei ami rege nei"

"m*n*di amay bollo je tomr naki dharona hoyeche, je ami r d***to mile eta korechi. eta sampurno bhul. ami oke onek baron korechlam, o-"

"ami to bolchi it dus nt matter. ami tor opr rege nei!"

"ami je tomay birthday card pathiyechlam, seta to khuleo dakho ni. it's been 6 dayz"

"o...pathiyechis jakhn, achhe hoyto. kheyal kori ni"

she was wearin a mask all the tym, a mask of indifference, a mask of sheer apathy..... i knew that too well..... & lemme say dat generally i hate any form of naggin....but dat was precisely what i was doin at the moment.... twas embarrassin, humiliatin....but that had seemed 2 be the only way out to restore things bak to normal.

but as i say, i was nt used 2 naggin.....mayb a li'l more of naggin wd hav done the job...or mayb it wd hav had the similar result .....nevertheless, it never occurred.....i burst out.

"tai naki?.....kheyal karo ni?......ta, kodin aage porjonto to ami je kono akta trivial mail pathalei sedini tar reply dite.....amr sathe otokkhon dhore chat korte .....er modhye hotat emon busy hoye porle je ami birthday wish kore greetin-card pathalam....seta khuleo dakhar tym pele na?"

she was nt really ready for that outburst, i think. for a moment i guess i saw dat she was rathr taken aback. but the next moment she retorted.

"ta, tor erom dharona holo keno je tor pathano e-card amr chokhe porbei porbe?junior bole 2to bhalo katha bolechi....taate nijeke ki bhabte suru korechs ke jaane!!....tor ki mone hoy tui amr kachhe etotai important je ami nawa-khawa chhere dinrat tor e-mail-r opekkhay boshe thaaki?"

now it was my turn 2 b surprised. frankly i nevr xpected this kinna answer. in fact i felt a sense of relief, a tinge of satisfaction deep within me. i was sure that my instincts were nt wrong. there was smthin she had for me. what it was i dunno. but surely no 21-yr old colg-girl wd speak 2 a junior lyk dat if she genuinely wanted 2 avoid the guy.

but on the outer side, i was feelin a sense of chagrin. that i shall have 2 talk to a gal lyk this & get thos kinna replies, was beyond my worst nightmares. i turned red. "serom daabi to ami kori ni, but ekhn tomr katha shune to seromi mone hochhe!"

she was furious. "sekhetre be rest assured je tor dharona sampurno bhul!"

"amr ja bolar chhilo, bola hoye gachhe...goodbye".....we were standin at 8B-bus-stand....ther was jadavpur-airport mini makin its way toward us......i got in2 it. she remained standin there, her face on the outside givin nothin away for me 2 see. i do not know what was goin inside her. i shall nevr know.

dat was our last conversation. twas towards the end of my 1st yr in collg.

a sharp difference in less than 1 year, eh?......i dare say so.

sherlock holmes vs hercule poirot

2008-04-05T23:09:00.000-07:00

well....now surely enough, some of u here(detectiv freaks lyk myself)...are well aware of what at all s there to be said.........but surely n certainly, mon ami, opinions can vary or more precisely, opinions need to vary.....tut tut....dn get in2 the feelin dat i m already favourably bent towards one.....& now if i v convinced my detectiv freak pals abt my neutral position.....i m gonna proceed into the matter.....for those who r nt voracious readers of holmes or poirot, u can go through all thes.....if u have at any tym in ur lyf, felt any propensity for such stories but might have had nt found the tym 2 do so....others who hav no such interest.....well, get the hell outta here.....

i shall begin with sherlock holmes.

a young very much active man rathr shrouded in mystery, with the best contemporary brain & accordin 2 holmes himself, "a private consultant for detectives" by professn....i.e., detectives who cud nt solve cases came to him & he helped them with his ingenious ideas & realizations 2 solve the cases....
Holmes had an excellent ability 2 deduce from on-site clues.....he measured footprints & various things dropped accidentally(& sm intentionally in order 2 misguide the police) by criminals & came upon the conclusion in a logical train of thought.....at the end he wd xplain how he solved the case.......n phew......the whole thing wd lie uncovered b4 ur eyes.....with nothin not understood.......
He knew well dat he was brilliant in his field, but did nt brag much abt that, xept the fact dat he wd mock at the scotland yard officers gregson & lestrade from tym 2 tym......his assistant watson was a clever enough guy.....whom holmes often took in2 confidence.....though holmes rathr preferred nt 2 display his progress 2 anybody b4 the end.....
holmes was rathr a stoic guy....who nevr had any emotions.....he strictly adhered 2 the fact dat the working of the heart opposed that of the brain......& he seemed 2 b rathr afraid of the fact that if he wd start nurturing emotions, the truth wd elude him....& holmes nevr had any respect for women whom he treated as stupid & malicious creations of GOD(xept IRENE ADLER.....this was the one lady...who had outsmarted holmes) ......
now speaking abt sir conan doyle, i wd insist dat he was able 2 successfully endow this character with an enigma that continues 2 haunt its readers forevr......whethr u read the stories twice thrice or ten tyms...after suitable lapses of tym......u ll feel an addictn...an overwhelmin one....2 absorb more of this overpowering personality...u ll try 2 know him bettr...again an again....but u wont .....he will alwayz remain at a distance lyk the snow-capped lofty peaks dazzling in the bright sun......inspiring awe in u.....

now i come upon hercule poirot।

a short man of 5 ft 4 inches with an egg-shaped head tilted at 1 side, & a tremendous moustache......there stands hercule poirot for u......a rathr old man, a retired police officer in fact.....not very agile physically....& by no means , a lykly detectiv......& yet he is the best detectiv of his age.....sitting at a place.....makin a few leisurely inquiries & all the while, using "the little grey cells", he wd invariably penetrate the psychology of the most cunning criminal, he wd realize merely by the countenance of others who was holdin the truth & who was givin it out.....though as a matter of fact, in most of his novels, everybody invariably lies......there is a cobweb of lies.......& poirot , by a "little order & method", wd tear apart those lies & arrive at "nothing but the truth"........
poirot held little regard for footprints (smthin which was esteemd highly by holmes).....& curiously enough, footprints left by criminals were alwayz deliberate 2 incriminate sm1 else.....his criminals were too sophisticated.....& wd invariably hit upon sm innovativ way 2 murder the victim......the suspicions will continue 2 dwindle on him or her or that guy or this gal & so on.......until finally poirot wd narrate how he came upon the real culprit......
more often than not, he had no evidence of the crime(unlyk holmes who alwayz had the proof at the end) & only relied on his "little grey cells" & his profound understandin of human psychology .....the xplanation though amazing, will alwayz leave u wondering whethr the given solution wd b the only 1.......& invariably there wd b othr solutions possible theoretically but thos wd nt seem viable 2 the little belgian detectiv...& hence he wd rule them out(& at tyms u might evn differ with him)......
another curious thing was his assistant in many cases, arthur hastings(lyk watson for sherlock), who was as dumb as an asshole......the sheer stupidity & vanity & complex of hastings s bound 2 try ur patience at sm tym or the othr......he wd alwayz think himself as clever as poirot.....in spite of his incessant failures.....& poirot alwayz seemd 2 amuse himself by makin a fool of hastings....almost alwayz poirot wd deceive hastings abt his actual train of thoughts.....& wd misguide the lattr by some kinna deliberate comment.....at the end poirot wd beg his pardon & reason dat hastings was too honest & simple & was sure 2 alarm the actual criminal if he had known the truth......
also poirot had huge respect for the womenfolk & alwayz treated them with the utmost regard & dignity....he was emotional & seemd 2 b perfectly gullible & vulnerable to the charms of young beautiful ladies......but actually he cud see through them...he was amiable, did nt hav any astoundin personality, was devoid of charisma & he had the ability 2 mak anybody at ease b4 him.....
at the sm tym, howevr poirot was incredibly sure of himself all the tym(holmes was nevr half as much sure) ......& used 2 publicly call himself "the best detectiv of contemporary times"....& used 2 bang his chest....n then he wd mock at his asst. hastings & at inspector japp of scotland yard ....he wd go on sayin things lyk "it is I......hercule poirot...."& all sorts of contemptuous remarks .......

now abt agatha christie...her hercule poirot s generally regarded as the best detectiv........yes, the best...... since sherlock holmes....yes indeed....& i wholeheartedly agree with the idea.....& hence I say

DETECTIVE HERCULE POIROT CANNOT BEAT DETECTIVE SHERLOCK HOLMES

but there remain othr aspects......agatha christie's novels had a beautiful story.......unlyk thos of sir conan doyle.....the mere purpose of sherlock holmes stories & novels is 2 give an accurate account of how holmes arrives at the conclusion......his eccentric methods, his whims (which were smtyms for real & sm tyms with a particular reason), his incredible inferences drawn about the owner of an object by just observing the object(remember the hat or the watch?)...thes have alwayz been highlighted.....evrythin els s secondary.....the story, the crime, the circumstances.....or the other characters...they xist merely as means 2 demonstrate the inordinate skills of sherlock holmes ...here the detectiv is the most important......not the story..

christie was different......alwayz her stories were highlighted...the plot was ingenuine.....it was lyk a beautiful n xciting thriller with invariable surprises n twists at the end.......& hercule poirot was merely the man ....the good detectiv who was able 2 bring out the truth.....from an intangible web of lies n bad business.....stess has been there on poirot & his ideas....but the story has alwayz exceeded the detectiv.....& the detectiv has nt been mystefied......he' s lyk a fellow neighbour.... only a really clever one.....poirot s devoid of the charms that sherlock holmes has.....the 1st tym u read a novel, u will lyk it immensely, mayb u will prefer it to holmes.....bcoz the story s amazing....& the plot unravels in such a beautiful smooth manner....but if u try 2 read it for the 2nd tym, u wont feel lyk goin through it again.......it's the sm plot ..... & u know all abt it.....u have nothin more 2 gain from it.......ther s no absorbing personality whom u wanna know bettr......u will take an immense lykin 2 the character, but poirot will not inspire ur imagination........the way holmes does....

now talkin abt the best of sherlock holmes........ther r soo many 2 mention, indeed & strange but curious enough s the fact dat i lyk none of the so-called bestsellers of holmes.......among the novels, The Hound of the Baskervilles s his best known one & I loathe it.....i jus do not lyk the novel.....A Study in Scarlet & The Valley of Fear appeal 2 me far more than the other one......the way holmes was introduced by sir conan doyle in his 1st novel A Study in Scarlet..twas simply breath-takin.....

Regardin the short stories, again......The Speckled Band s by far the most well-known one...but it seems 2 me the most abominable story evr written abt holmes....2 me....A Scandal in Bohemia.....The Beryl Coronet.....The Naval Treaty....The Second Stain.....The Devil's Foot....The Thor Bridge..........they were far more puzzlin & xciting cases......

& abt poirot, i dare say that most of the short stories r nt really up2 the mark & certainly they cannot stand in comparison 2 the short stories of holmes....howevr, the novels r damn good...most of them......& i can assure u.....that the likes of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd.......Death on The Nile.........The Mysterious Affair at Styles....Murder on The Orient Express.....will keep u on ur toes & make u hold ur breath.....while going through them....u ll relish each moment of the journey through the pages.......

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this has been a really poor write of mine............i jus wanted 2 blurt out sm facts & write smthing on sm topic........& i found none bettr than this

A PROMISE TO MYSELF

2007-12-11T05:41:00.000-08:00

i dont learn......i nevr do......its not that i cant.......its simply that i dont want......

i m rathr stubborn...i find an inane pleasure in doing the same mistakes ..........i get hurt.....i think i wont do this again.....but i dont ever try not to do it.....so i do it again...n again get hurt....thats my way..

but at last......i v found something......something that will make me change this fine habit of mine....bcoz i know .....& i know well....only too well......n bettr than anybody else that anothr repetition of this might cost me something......which i simply cant afford to lose.....bcoz i m nt a loser......& i don wanna escape from lyf.....not at all....

anyone getting bored of thes may getout of here.......bcoz i m not some fine writer wishing to titillate ur senses......i just wish to speak out my mind......& i m merely concerned with that.....so i will go at my own pace n style.....without expressing any apology to anyone....

i had dreamt......n dreamt big.....it was not a mere fancy......it had become a part of my lyf....i knew i would chase it down....perhaps i even knew how to chase it down......i was confident.....there was not a trace of doubt in my mind......& i was alwayz dreaming about this.....i visualized myself as a part of this dream.......a character in this dream....& it was much more than this.....at tymz i had felt it was nt a dream.......i was living that lyf for real....

it was not built in a day......it piled up, gradually.......over more than 1 year....step-by-step, brick-by-brick.....layer-by-layer.....& lotza ppl invested over it......they showed confidence in me......& i gave up my life & went about chasing my dream.....

& then on the dream-day, my dream turned into a nightmare.......the dream failed.....the lyf i had been coveting for more than 1 year with a burning zeal.......had slipped away......the future to which i had invested my everything.......was not materialized......it was AN END......

but it was not THE END!!
i have more dreams to dream........i hav more lyf to live.......& i still believe in myself.......i know my worth......& i wont let go easily......but i will nevr again give up my lyf in pursuit of a dream.....i will dream big n i will dream large......n i will pursue thos dreamz to the fullest of my ability without sacrificing what i call lyf......

that s a promise that is not meant to be broken

The Transformation

2007-08-10T11:51:00.000-07:00

That was the first time I evr saw him,

A young, small, scared face,

A pair of quivering hands----

Highly skilled, not proven though,

He worked more and spoke less

----trying to put in his best

And he took his time to do his job!

It was boring, nevertheless

When I saw myself at the mirror,

Got mighty pleased;

To make a not-so-good-looking face

Appear as if endowed with grace----

It is never easy……… It never is!!!

Saw him again ----

Might have been a year or so!

A lot different this time though,

Grown to the ways of the world---this guy

Bore a taller figure, a ripe face!

The shakyness was gone, so was the awe,

He spoke more and worked less,

Never got me bored,

Not a long wait this time,

Soon he was done with-----

And I looked at the mirror

That reflected an ordinary face!!

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Wrote this one down, aftr having a hair-cut today.........

A Chance

2007-08-06T02:07:00.000-07:00

There goes a saying called "THE MILLION-DOLLAR CHANCE".........had nevr known what it was....only faint ideas, obscure images existed.....actually nevr felt lyk knowing it at face-value.......

It was an ordinary day.......nothing unusual, no strange feelings....there was plain nothing......came to collg as usual.....n then heard the name.....it was R.E.GHAW........well, or at least smthin lyk dat......few will claim to have heard the name.......definitely it wasnt a "big bang" of a company....but it was offering us a package that would set anybody's pulse racing.....

9.5-10 lakh Rs. per annum.........for a BE graduate........well, I don have the audacity to describe our feelings at that moment.....it was kinna .......had we gone nuts?.......or they?......we wer sm poor chaps who got entangled in stupid arguments over a mere Rs. 5.....most of us had bagged jobs with packages in the range of 2.7-3.2 lakhs per annum.......& here we were, listening to some astonishingly foreign accent of an associate director of a company that was going to offer some of us an exaggeratingly huge sum......as that guy went through his ppt, i came to learn about the company, its dealings, mode of operation & the diversity of jobs it had to offer......frankly, I was kinna fascinated......

We sat for the apti test.....it was for 55 mins.....& when we came out......most of us were crackin jokes........we had no expectations...at least I had none........nor was I interested.....in spite of that luring package, I had no intention of beginning my career as a software professional.......somehow this field did nt attract me......The result of the apti test would be out in an hour....

At 3:15 pm sharp, I received a phone-call from one of our guyz informing me that the list was out & I, alongwith a few others had been selected for the 2nd round.....that i did nt belive him for a few moments , was a totally different issue.....but when i realized it was true, I felt good for a moment ....but that was just for the sake of feeling good.......it was lyk....."oh !...so i have cleared this one......its good!....I m so talented, man!!"

& then something dawned on me.......I was just not prepared to go for the interview!!......neither physically nor mentally......& I was to be interviewed aftr 1.5 hrs....I had been sssooo casual......neithr had my formal wears....was wearing a "ketoes"......on top of that, I had been out of touch with the very few subjects I had been fond of, during my career as an engineering student......& lo!!!.....there was something more to add to the list.......I soon learnt that I had to carry my resume(or C.V.) alongwith an applicatn form at the interview.......& i had none at the moment.......

for 10 mins, I frantically moved to n fro.......asking every guy i knew if it would mean any harm if I did nt appear for the interview......can u just imagine?......being one of the privileged few selected for the interview......I was trying to shoo away from it.....& not just for the sake of doing that, I really did nt wanna go in & give the interview........

But i had to make a decision & that too, a bit fast.....I had Rs. 50 in my purse......took Rs.100 from a friend, caught a taxi & set off .......when i reached home after 25 mins, i literally jumped out of the taxi, took the lift......as i moved up, i felt for the 1st tym in lyf that i live on the tenth floor of a building....I had my resume in my hard disk....as i changed from my casuals to formals, i tried to take a print-out of the C.V.......& made a mess of it in a hurry......I was suddenly getting reminded about all the messy characters I had read about in stories....& my confidence was taking a deep plunge downward...& then i had a frenetic search for my Seconday & Higher Secondary marksheets, my gradecards......had to arrange them in proper order......dig up a reasonably good-looking file for carrying the essentials......& those were pretty daunting & ominous tasks for the moment......& just when I felt I was ready (physically) to go out for the interview, a friend called me up & said that my name had just been called out at the interview-session....I had kept a constant look at the watch......ther were still 25 mins remaining......!!.....saying that I had 25 mins remaining & I wd reach within that......i hung up....

I again caught a taxi, & on the way, had to fill up my application form......when I reached the campus......it was 2-3 mins remaining......Let me point out at this moment that I am usually pretty confident & can maintain my composure under most circumstances........but at the moment i was a nervous wreck......i had no idea what i would say at the interview & though lack of knowledge can at times be covered up by proper style of presentation & good communication skills, i just knew that it was not to be, this tym......I was quite sure that all thes efforts had been futile, i was nt gonna make it....& as we have had it, we alwayz achieve what we believe....

I made every conscious effort during the interview not to let them get a view of my state of mind, but i gave stupid replies, spoke too quickly & most importantly, i forgot that we shd nt be speaking out our minds during the interview.......

when i came out, i already knew the outcome.......now the wait was really long......once i felt I wd go back home.......but some faint expectation of "A million-rupees chance" kept me there......as i heard responses from my friendz after their interviews, i got dejected more n more & evry second i was getting surer about being rejected......

There was no expectation from my part, it was only frustration....it might seem strange that depression would be getting the bettr of me since from the very beginning, i had no intention of
taking it seriously.....but thats how human mind works!!......when u have the chance to make something happen, u dont give a fair try......when u know ur chances are gone, u repent for not having done something.....

It was a cloudy night....was sitting under the black sky.....i felt i could see inside me.......there was no longer any turmoil, it was as calm as a dead sea......my friends were just beside me.......still they seemed to be miles away.......for the moment i felt as if i had been marooned to some distant corner......where i had nobody to share my feelings.......the feelings which u rear inside u when u know THERE WAS A CHANCE TO MAKE IT BIG.......& NOW IT'S LOST.......

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Penned this down(or rather typed this out) today.........my feelings in a nut-shell......aftr a campus-interview......

NIYOTIR PORIHAAS

2007-08-04T08:11:00.000-07:00

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Sei chheleta……naam dhora jaak Vicky!!!!……ar sei meyeta….naam ….tultuli!!abhinnohridoy bondhu dujone!Ora pore kolkatar ek naami school-e!
Oder porichoy bohudiner……sei nursery theke eksaathe pore aaschhe…..ar ekhon?….ora class 11-e….baaro bachhorer gobhir bondhutwo….class-e sadharonto pashapashi boshe ora……
Vicky medhabi…..bishesh kore onke matha khub bhalo……cheharar modhyeo besh buddhir porichoy paoa jay……bhadro ---binoyi –sangjato-----baaire theke bojhar jo nei je classer jatorakom bodmaayeshi-----teacherder pichhone laaga…….sober pichhei royechhe or haat….swabhikbhaabei bondhuder kaachheo darun janopriyo…..kintu ekisaathe or montao udaar…..dushter shiromoni holeo konodin kaaro khoti kore ni ba ichhakritobhaabe kaaro mone aghaat daye ni…..sob miliye o chhilo classer bohu chheler role model…..baba police officer---maa ekti schooler shikkhika….sutorang barite besibhaag somoyei o thaakto eka!…koishorer swabhabik niyomanujayi tai or modhye goreo uthechhilo besh kichhu kuobhyas……tobe hoyto ba or atmosochetanotar jonyei sesob or jibone baro ekta probhaab bistaar korte pare ni!!!!
Apordike tultulio lekhaporay bhalo…..dekhtesunteo mondo noy….mishuke-----sobdik die o chhilo oneker kaachhe priyo…..tobe chaander kalonker mato or chhilo ekta dosh----je kaarone oke araale class-er chhelera “flirt” bolto….!!…o hoyto janto je o jakhon kono chheler dike taakiye haashe ba ekdrishte taakiye thaake takhon oke ograjhyo korar khsamota kaaro thaake na…..or sei haasi ba nispalok dristir modhye royechhe emon kichhu ja je kono purusher shiraay aagun dhoriye dite pare------taar hridoy tolpaar kore tulte pare!!!….ar tultuli ei sujoger sampurno sadbabohar korto….er fole classer bohu chhelero or proti durbalota jonmaato…..kintu jakhoni kono chhele oke sorasori prem nibedon korechhe…….o songesonge take protyakhyan koreche….!!!!!…..sotyi bolte ki, sobai monemone janto je jatoi er-or dike takak ….prokritopokkhe vicky ar raja chhara ar kaukei tultuli sebhabe patta daye na!!----raja ??….vickyr best friend…dinekaale tultulir saatheo bhalo bondhutwo hoe gechhe!
Rajar chehara khub sundar…lomba forsha…..dekhte bhalo….kota chokh…..roj gymnasium-e jaay…..tai figuretao sundar …..swabhikbhaabei mohilamahole khubi janopriyo….tobe baairer sob goon thaakleo vickyr mato janmogato protibha rajar chhilo na---sekatha raja nijeo janto!

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Ghatonata suru holo ebhaabe!
Sedin tultuli or oi adbhut dristi nie taakiye chhilo vickyr dike….Vicky or ei bodgooner katha janto….tai byapartaake patta ditto na….kintu sedin hothat kore je kibhaabe ki hoe gelo!! Vickyo or chokh theke ar chokh sorate parlo na….or chokher bhetor die kon ojana swapner deshe chole gelo!!!!
Kintu koyekmuhurter ei ghor kete jaoamatro Vicky sorasori prosno chhurlo tultulike, “ki dekhchhilis?”
Hashlo tultuli, “keno, toke!”
“keno?hothat?”
“toke amar bhalo laage, tai!!
Erom uttorer por ar kii ba bola jaay!!!chup kore gelo Vicky!
Sedin baari eshe kichhu khelo na Vicky….shuyeshuye bhabte laglo or saathe tultulir prothom alaaper katha----takhon class 5-e pore ora…tultuli ekdin eshe vickyke ekta cadbery dilo…..prothome khub obaak hoechilo Vicky….takhon tultuli jaanay je seta or janmodin upolokkhye…..sei prosonge ora jaante pare oder janmo eki din-e…..5th October!sediner por thekei oder bondhutwo bere gelo!
Aaro kato mojar ghatonai aachhe oder dujonke ghire----sudhu ki moja, dukkho, anondo----ki nei??….esob bhabte bhabte vickyr mon haariye gechhilo sei kon sudur swapnoloke --- hothat ghorir katay chokh jetei chomke uthlo Vicky----eto taratari tin ghanta keto gelo????
Ek soptaher modhyei Vicky bujhte parlo…..o ajkaal tultulir proti ektu beshimatrate durbol hoe porechhe…..sarakkhoni or katha chinta kore ar sob kaaj fele….etodin o tultulike khub bhalo bondhu hishebe dekhe esheche……kintu aajkal oke bondhur thekeo beshi kichhu mone korte shuru koreche!!!!!!….o dekhlo, o tultulike jatota jaane, bojhe, chene----tatota ar kono chhele jaane na…..abar oke onyo kono meye ja chene…..tar theke tultuli onek beshi jaane…..tultulike o jesob katha khule bolte pare….baakider kaachhe to seta pare na…..tobe keno na…..?????!!!!!
Puro byaparta Vicky thik korlo rajake khule bolbe!!…sobe rajake phone korte jaabe, thik takhoni beje uthlo oder phoneta----vicky dhorlo, “hello!”
“Ha Vicky, ami raja bolchi!”
“wow!!ki strange!!….amio tokei phone korte jachhilam!”
“hmm….great!!!ki bolbi bol!”
“naah….tui aage bol!!”
“na Vicky plzz tui aage bol……amar khaborta ekta surprise!!!!chomke uthbi tui!”
“well raja…amar khabortao kom surprising noy……kintu jehetu tui phone korechhis….tui aage bolbi!!”
“ok….kintu kauke bolis na…plzzz….,” golar swar namalo raja, “I love tultuli!!!!……yes vicky….ami oke bhalobashi!”
“wwhatttt---ki bolli??????”,nijer kaanke biswas korte parchhilo na Vicky!!
“ha Vicky….its true….ami besh bujhte parchi je oke ami bhalobasi….jaani khaborta tor kaachhe abiswasyo thekbe but believe me….its nt a joke……I m really serious about it!!!”
Koyekmuhurter jonyo bonbon kore ghure uthlo vickyr matha…..samosto sorir jhimjhim kore uthlo…..ar ektu holei phoneta haat theke pore jachhilo----onek koshte nijeke samlalo Vicky, “tultuli jaane?”
“na….ar keu jaane na……tokei 1st bollam.”
“byaparta ki one-sided na mutual?ki mone hoy tor??”
“dekh……surely kichhu bolte parchi na….but oro amar proti akorshon definitely aachhe….or hab-bhaab dekhei bojha jaay!”
Kathagulo tirer mato bidhchhilo vickyke-----kintu kichhu korar upaay nei….
“well raja……ami ki kichhu jiges korbo tultulike tor proti or feelings-er byapare?”
“na re….orom directly kichu korte jaas na…….sob kechiye jete pare…..tar cheye tui ghuriye katha bole asteaste bojhar chesta kor amar proti or feelings….ki, parbi na?”
Smito haashe Vicky, “paarte to amake hobei!”……..

Pordin kathay-kathay hothat tultuli bole uthlo vickyke, “ekta katha bolbo?”
“jiges korar ki aachhe ??…bol na!!”
“aashole byaparta emon …..je thik ki bolbo toke…..”
“aare bol na yaar…….”
“kauke bolis na plzzzz”
“na re baba!”
“I have fallen in love with someone!!!!”
Nijer buker bhetor dhorforanir awaj sunte paay vicky…. “ke se?”
“raja!!!”
Khanikkhon pathor hoe roilo Vicky…mukhe kono katha sorlo na…….tarpor aasteaaste ektu hashar chesta korlo…….kintu se hashite jeno anonder cheye dukkhoi beshi fute uthechilo!!…..ektu bhalo kore vickyke lakkhyo korlei or moner bhaabta bojha jeto……kintu byaparta sei muhurte tultulir najor eriye gelo!!!!!!
“kire, kichhu bolli na je!!!khub obaak hoechis mone hochhe!!!!”
Smito hashlo Vicky, “thiki bolechis…..eto obak aage konodin hoi ni!!!”
Kichhukkhon dujonei chupchaap….tarpor katha bole uthlo Vicky, “kaal raja phone korechilo amay…..!!”
“ki bollo?…..amar samporke kichhu bole o toke?”
“Tultuli…..i guess you are quite lucky…..u love someone who loves u as well…..erom bhagyo khub komeri hoy!”
Tultuli prohome biswas korte paare ni……bhabchilo Vicky bodh hoy or saathe thatta korche…..kintu jakhon bujhlo seta sotyi……anonde atmohara hoe porlo….vickyke joriye dhore bolte laglo, “I m so happy, Vicky…..i m so delighted……ar tui amay je khaborta dili er je amar kaachhe katokhani mulyo ami toke bole bojhate parbo na…..tui na thaakle aj hoyto esob kichhui hoto na!!…….you are greaaaatttt Vicky…..that’s why I like u more than anyone else!!”
Vicky ekta dirghoshwash fello…..ekbar chesta korlo khushi hote ei bhebe… “tultulir anondei amar anondo….o khushi thaaklei ami khushi!”kintu parokkhonei monta bishaade chheye gelo jakhon or mone holo je meyeta sarajibon oke ‘like’ kore gelo…..kintu ‘love’ korte parlo na !!!

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Er por du bachhor kete gechhe….Vicky ar tultuli joint-entrance porikkhay bhalo rank kore jadavpur university-te engineering nie bhorti hoeche…..odike raja higher secondary porikkha paash korei lekhapora chhere babar bishal byabshay haat lagieche!
Ajkal raja ar tultulir soptahe dinduyeker beshi dekha hoy na----oder modhye ki katha barta hoy…segulo abar vickyr kaachhe eshe galpo kore tultuli…..tobe koyekdin dhorei ekta byapar bujhte parche tultuli----kintu sahosh kore kauke bole uthte pare ni---sotyi bolte ki, nijer emon adbhut manobhaaber karon ekhono porjonto mathay dhoke ni or------rajar proti aager sei taan jeno ar nei or mone!!!!!
Sedin chhutir por galpo korchilo Vicky ar tultuli…..korte kortei vickyke hothat ekta prosno kore boslo tultuli, “achcha, ekta sotyi katha bolto amay---tui konodin karo preme poris ni???”
Vicky bhebechilo “na” bolbe…..kintu or chokher dike takiye oke mithye bolte parlo na Vicky, “ha!”
“Seki!!”, obak hoy tultuli, “ar amake konodino bolis ni?”….khanikta jeno abhimaan tultulir golay!
“bolte cheyechhilam…..kintu bolte paari ni!”
“maane? Bolte cheyeo bolte paaris ni keno?”
“dekh….onek katha aachhe jar kono maane hoy na….etao hoyto seromi kichhu!”
Khanikta birokto hoy tultuli, “ki takhon theke heyali kore jachhis?bolte hoy to poriskaar kore bol……noyto bolis na!!”
Chup kore roilo Vicky!
Tultuli bujhlo byaparta eriye jete chaaichhe Vicky----kintu keno????
“ta ke sei dhonyi meye je tokeo ghayel kore fello?” muchki heshe jiges kore tultuli.
Kono uttor nei!
“ki re, bol!!amay bolbi na??”
“shon tultuli, protita manusher jibone emon kichhu katha thaake ja se konodin kauke bolte paare na----kauke na…..tar mrityur saathe saathe seisob katharo ar kono astitwo thaake na….kono chihno thaake na-----dhore ne, etao serokomi kichhu!!!”…eknishwashe kathaguli bole saamner ekta chalonto bus-e uthe porlo Vicky!!
Kichhukkhon hatobuddhi hoe daariye roilo tultuli….puro byaparta bujhtei or khanikta somoy laglo!….ki emon holo vickyr??….je oei bhaabe react korlo?….tultuli onekdin theke lakhyo koreche je vickyr modhye sei schooler pranchanchol bhaab ar nei…..sob somoyei ki jeno bhaabe….udaas mone hoy kemon jeno…kintu tai bole etota???
Raate shue vickyr kathagulor jot chharabar chesta korchilo tultuli….tobe ekta kathay or mone besh khotka lagchilo----vicky kaake bhalobashe ----se katha oke bolte ki emon asubidhe holo vickyr je o bolte cheyeo bolte pare ni??….tobe ki vickyr mone hoehilo je oke bolle o kono sahajyo korbe na ba byaparta pachhondo korbe na??….kintu ----vicky to oke bhalo kore chene -----tobu erom bokaboka katha bhabte jaabe keno??……hothat tultulir mathay jeno bidyut khele gelo…..er je ektai maane hote paare!!!!!!!!-----tobe ki Vicky…………………??!!!!!……kintu eo ki kakhono sambhob????…..naah….ar bhabte parchhilo na tultuli….or hothat kemon jeno kanna peye gelo !!!

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Ei ghatonar por praay chaar bachhor kete geche.
Vicky California theke ekta darun chaakrir offer peyeche….tultuliro porasona shesh------o ekta private company-te alpo koyekdin join koreche!!
Vickyr barite ekhon prochur hoichoi…..asonkhyo phone aasche….oke subhechha janachhe sakolei…..atmiyosajonera aasche majhemajhei…..or baba-maayer moneo khub anondo…..oder bongshe ei prothom keu bilete jachhe……
Bideshjatrar dudin aage vickyke phone korlo tultuli, “tor flight kobe?porshu to?”
“ha! sokal 7:30-e!”
“thikaachhe….ar tui aj sondher dike free aachhis?”
“ha bodh hoy…..guchhgaachh sobi motamtui sara hoe gechhe….keno re?”
“7-tar somoye gariahater more ‘anondomela’r saamne daarate parbi?….taale tor jaoar aage dujone mile ektu galpo kora jaabe……abar katodin baade dekha hobe!”---tultulir golata kemon jeno sonachhilo.
Haashe Vicky, “ki, farewell dibi?”
Kichukkhon chup kore thaake tultuli, tarpor bole “hoyto tai!”
“ok….ami jaabo…bhaloi hobe….ar raja aasbe to?”
“raja na ele tor ki khub asubidhe hobe?”
Kathata shune khanikta hokchokiye jaay Vicky….konomote bole, “na----ta na….!”
“byaas…tobe to thiki aachhe…..mone thaake jeno thik 7-ta!”
“ok…takhon dekha hobe….bye!”
Monemone khushi holo Vicky….antoto, meyeta je bondhu hishebe oke etota bhalobashe-----seta bhebeo bhalo laglo or!
Nirdharito somoyer 2 min aagei pouchholo Vicky…..prothome o kheyal kore ni…pichhon theke mathay ekta chaati kheye takiye dekhe hasche murtimoyi swayong!!!
“Baap re, bidesh jaoar aagei eto tel hoeche ??chintei parchhis na…..ta, bidesh theke fire ki hobe re??”
“ta , bidesh theke firboi----tai ba dhore nichhis keno?” haastehaaste bole Vicky!
“isshh….tar mane oi sada memgulor ektaake biye kore okhaanei theke jaabi??”
“seromi to ichhe aachhe!”….thattar sure janay Vicky….“tachhara ar kii ba korbo bol!”
“keno, tor sei ‘iye’-ke dekhte aasbi na?”
Ingeet-ta bujhlo Vicky…..kichu bollo na!
“jaagge chol….egono jaak!”
“kothaay jaabi?”
“uffffff…..chol na…..dekhtei to paabi!”
Haatte laglo dujone….tultuli eshe daralo ‘bedwin hi-hat’-er saamne!
“Hmmm…ebar bojha gelo !”
“baairei daariye thakbi na bhetore dhukbi?”
“ja tui bolbi!”
khochata bujhte pare tultuli, “o bbaba….kato baadhyo chhele re amar!”
Bhetore dhuke koner dike ekta table-e dujone mukhomukhi boshar ekta jayga peye gelo ora -----bhetorta motamuti faaka-----ekta halka nil alo jolchhe…..kemon jeno ekta swapnalu mayabi poribesh chheye royeche…..odike aasteaaste “kuch kuch hota hai” cinemar gaan cholchhe----------
JAANE WAFA HOKE BEKARAAR,
BARSO KIYA MEIN NE INTEZAAR…….
Besh kichhukkhon eke aporer dike nispalok dristite cheye roilo ora…..jeno gaaner modhye bibhor hoe porechilo…..sei abismaroniyo gaan jar modhye prokash peyeche ek bondhur ar ek bondhur jonyo opekkha kore thaaka……sei anobadyo bondhutwo jar porinoti ek swachho onabil prem…..
Sombit firlo restaurent-er waiter-er daake-----“ki order deben, sir?”
Vicky-i prothom katha bole uthlo, “ki re, ki khaabi, bol!”
Adbhut hashlo tultuli, “tui ja khabi, tai!”
“Besh….tobe duto mutton biriyani ar duto mirinda!”
Order nie chole gelo waiter……abar dujone eka…..
“Vicky, tui to boltis , ami tor shobcheye kaachher bondhu……ta tui je amay ebhaabe eka fele rekhe chole jaabi, tor ekuo kashto hobe na amar jonyo?”…..tultulir golay kemon jeno korun aarti!!!
“toke to ami eka fele rekhe jachhi na…emon ekjoner kaachhe rekhe jachhi—je toke khub bhalobashe ar jaake tuio khub bhalobashis!”
“na re---tui chole gele ami sotyi bhishon eka hoye porbo!”
“achha, rajar saathe tor ki hoeche , bolto?”….prosnota vicky aaro aagei korbe bhebechilo kintu ar hoe othe ni!
Ebare ar nijeke samlaate paare na tultuli-----howhow kore kede othe….jhorjhor kore jol porte thaake or chokh diye!!!!…..Vicky khanikta aprostut hoe porlo….tultulir erom reaction ekebaarei asha kore ni o….o taratari uthe tultulike dhorlo, “aare, ki muskil…..kaadchhis keno??…ki hoeche bol…..aarre tui na bolle ami ki kore bujhbo bol…….rajar saathe ki jhagra hoeche?…o kichhu boleche?”
“Amay keu kichhu bole ni re……kaaro saathe kono jhagrao hoy ni----bhul bojhabujhio hoy ni-------ami nijekei nije chinte paari ni re!!”…..chokh muchhte muchhte janay tultuli!
Ebar tultulir paashe gie boshlo Vicky….or dui kaadhe haat rekhe aaste aaste gobhir samobedonar soore jiges korlo, “tor ki hoeche re?…..tui aj erom korchis keno?…..amay khule bol…sob kichhu…..i ll try my best to solve ur problem!”
“sobaike ki sobkichhu bola jaay re?”…..kathagulo bolar somoye adbhut mishti laage tultulike…..
Vickyr mathay sob kemon jeno talgol paakiye jachhilo….ki hoeche tultulir?…..sarakkhon erom dharoner kathabarta bolche keno?
Erpor khabar eshe jaoay ar khub beshi katha egulo na…..dujonei chupchaap khete laglo….ekbar sudhu tultulir dike taakate Vicky dekhlo je o vickyr dikei taakiye chhilo!!!chokhachokhi hotei chokh naamiye nilo….tarporei abar heshe nije theke bollo, “toke fer kobe dekhbo, thik nei……tai bhalo kore dekhe nichhilam!!”
Khaoar daam Vicky metate gechhilo…..kintu tultuli kichhutei oke dite dilo na…..jor-jabordosti kore nijei dilo!
“18 bachhor dhore toke roj praay dekhtam…..erpor abar kobe dekhbo……jaani na….okhaan theke kintu majhemajhe toke phone korbo!”
Hashlo tultuli, “jodi amake tor mone thaake tobe to!!”
Kathata sune vickyr khanikta moja laglo…..o joddin beche thaakbe…..toddin tultuli beche thaakbe or moner modhye ek sukhoswapno hishebe….ek modhur smritirupe…..or koshter din-e ….dukkhobedonar din-e sei sundar smriti –i oke jogaabe anuprerona…..ei sob katha jodi tultuli jaanto, tobe ar kathata bolto na!!
Ebar tultuli vickyr ekta haat dhorlo--- “amar ekta katha rakhbi?”
“ki?”
“tor biyer por jodi meye hoy, tobe tar naam raakhbi tultuli!”
Chomke uthlo Vicky….etota obak o or 22 bachhorer jibone kakhono hoy ni…..tarpor hashlo Vicky, “ekta sarto aachhe!”
Khanikta jeno aahoto hoy tultuli, “ki?”
“tor jodi chhele hoy…..taaro naam rakhbi Vicky!”--------ebar heshe fele dujonei!!
“tobu jaate amay bhule na jaas, tai……”-----vickyr daan haate chhoto ekta aangti poriye dilo tultuli…..aangtir opor engreji akkhore ori naam khodai kora!!!!
“erom aangti kintu dushmanto-o shakuntala-ke diechilo…..tarpor dibyi bhule mere diechilo puro byaparta!!”
vickyr kathata shesh hote na hote jhot kore ghure takalo tultuli! Bhuru naachiye bollo, “tor ki mone hoy je tui dushmanto ar ami shakuntala?”

(5)

sokal 6:30-e dumdum airport-e pouchhe Vicky dekhe raja or jonye opekkha korche, mukhe ekgaal haashi…..haate ekta laal golaapful-er tora!
Vicky khub dukkho peyechhilo o chole jaoar aage raja ekbaaro or saathe dekha na korte aashay!
O kichhu bolar aagei raja botrish paati data ber kore bole uthlo, “ki re?kemon laaglo surprise?….khub khisti korchili nischoy amay….je ekbaaro dekha korte elaam na…ichhe korei jaai ni…..last moment-e eshe toke surprise debo….ne, eta dhor!”
Haashlo Vicky…..ekbaar bhablo bolbe gatoporshu or ar tultulir eksaathe beriye restaurent-e dinner korar katha…..kintu shesh porjonto ar tultulir katha tullo na!
Nirdhaarito somoye vickyr flight chhere dilo…..or monta kemon jeno ek abyakto bedonay bhore gelo……abar kobe je fera hobe kolkatay , ke jaane!!!!

Bikele tultulider barite phone-ta beje uthlo…..tultuli-i dhorlo, “hello!”
Opaash theke bheshe elo rajar kannabheja gola, “khaborta janis?”
Chhyaat kore uthlo tultulir bukta….onek koshte bollo, “ki khabor?”
Odik theke besh kichukkhon kono katha shona gelo na….tarpor raja aaste aaste bole uthlo, “Vicky---vickyr…..”
“ki??? Ki hoeche vickyr?”….chitkaar kore uthlo tultuli!
“oder plane-ta 10000 feet opor theke niche crash koreche…..ektao passenger beche nei!”……howhow kore kede uthlo raja!
Receiver-ta pore gelo tultulir haat theke!!….or mone pore gelo porshu vickyr sei katha-ta , “toke to ami eka fele rekhe jachchi na, raja to aachhe-----!”
Asfutshwore bole uthlo tultuli, “ami to rajake chaai ni Vicky, ami cheyechhilam toke ----sudhu toke……ar sei tui amay fele etodoore paaliye geli??……forever??”
Paasher kon baari theke jeno bheshe aaschhilo sei abishmaroniyo gaan-----
BARO EKA LAAGE, EI AANDHAARE ,
MEGHERO KHELA AJ AKASHPAARE!!!!

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I wrote this when i was in class 10.........I was rathr immatured n this shows clearly at each line of the story......still i felt i wd give this piece here......By the way, though this bears no resemblance wid any real incident, the characters had been inspired from my own lyf.......

kaisa Yeh Pyar Hai

2007-08-04T02:42:00.000-07:00

===कैसा यह प्यार है===

फरेब थी हासी ---मैं आशिकी समझ बैठा ,

मौतको ही अपनी ज़िंदगी समझ बैठा ,

वक्त का मजाक था यह -----बदनसीबी मेरी ,

उसकी दो बातों को मैं चाहत समझ बैठा !!!!

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JHARA PATA

2007-08-04T02:40:00.000-07:00

===JHARA PATA===

Se dinguli aaj-o mone pare,

Kaal-o mone porto,

Hoyto ba porshu-o porbe……..

Baro modhur se smriti!

Bhulte chaaile-o bhola jay na,

Sei pasapasi bosa,

Sei chokhe-chokhe katha,

Sei thoter kone ekchilte haasi,

Sei adbhut anubhab------hridayer sei tripti,

Keu dekhto na-------

Keu jaanto na-------

Keu shunto na-------

Sudhu dujone--------duti praan-------duti mon

Niralay nirjane----

Hoye jeto ekanto apon!!

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I wrote this poem during my 1st year in college......during an electronics
period.......this was meant to be kinna tribute to the girl whom i had once
loved......in fact my first love....unfortunately(really??) i was caught by
the teacher.....n the poem was read out in front of the class.........twas
applauded.....

Outcome: I got a grade higher than i was supposed 2 get in the subject......

BHALOBASHA

2007-08-04T02:34:00.000-07:00

===BHALOBASHA===

Aj ar keu kauke bhalobashe na,

Sudhu swarthaanweshi manusher bhir chaaridike!

Sabai sudhu nijeke niye byasto,

Ektai chinta----ki dilam aar badole ki pelam…..

Baro jotil hisheb!!!!!

Tobu tar modhye bheshe aashe khanikta nirmal hawa,

Du-ek phota brishti……dhuye muchhe daye shob,

Ekjon aar ekjonke bhalobashe,

Se bhebe chinte bhalobashe na bakider mato,

Tar bhalo laage…….tai se bhalobashe,

Ete nei kono golmele anker byapar,

Se dekhe na se-o taake protidaan-e bhalobashe

kina------

Se dekhe na tar boyesh,

Taake shunte hoy kato byango-hashi-thatta…..

Hoyto keu bojhe na taar bhalobashar marmo-----

tobu ei bhalobashar ki konoi daam nei ?

aachhe………kintu jaake bhalobashe ….taar kaachhe nei!

Tai tader modhye katha bola hoye jaay bandho,

Tader modhye toiri hote thaake durotyo----

Nana bhul bojhabujhi…….aste-aste sesh hoye jaay shob

samporko!!

Tobu swapne mone hoy tar katha,

Jege thakle bheshe aashe taar mukh,

Sesh hoyeo sesh hoy na shob-----theke jaay ek adrishya

bandhon!!

Ki laabh ei bhalobashay?------sudhu dukkho-jantrona

jekhaane,

Taai manush aaj hisheb kore bhalobashe,

Notun juger notun abishkar------anko koshe bhalobasha,

Amar darkar girlfriend………tomar darkar boyfriend,

Amar aachhe poisha…..tomar aachhe jouban-er chatok,

Byas…..aar ki chaai?

Ekshonge ghoro tinmash……….

Tarpor chharachhari……kono mon kashakoshi nei……

Nei kono dukkho……nei bhul bojhabujhi!

Ei to besh………noy ki?

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I wrote this during my early 2nd year........was quite frustrated
at that moment....as is obvious from the tone

ANDHOKAR

2007-08-04T02:32:00.000-07:00

====ANDHOKAR===

Chaaridike kato aalo-r rekha,

Tobu chheye aachhe ek nikosh kaalo andhokar!!

Ete mishe royechhe bedonadirno hridoyer aakul

hahakar------

Ete royechhe swapno bhenge jaoar byatha-----

Royechhe bidhatar proti nishfol aakrosh----

Ei andhokarer nei bartomaan, nei bhobishyot,

royechhe sudhui otit,

Gurho rahoshyer aaborone mora sei otit,

Sei otit ja lekha hoy ni kono itihaas-er patay,

Sei otit ja roye jaabe lokchokkhur araale,

Sei otit ja ekjonke niye jaay saafolyer churaay---

Aporjonke fele daye byarthotar atal gaohore,

Toiri hoy aaro onek aalor rekha,

Tobu taar maajhe theke jaay sei nikosh kaalo

andhokar!!

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I wrote this during my 2nd year.......this one will perhaps stand
among the bettr compositions of mine....a bit abstract though.....

Kuch Kuch Hota Hain

2007-08-04T02:29:00.000-07:00

====Kuch Kuch Hota Hain===

Kato rup tomar,

Tomake je aamar

Kato bhalo laage,

Tumi to jaano na!!

ekhon-o aamar hridoy

Tomay dekhe khushi hoy,

Aaj-o aami sudhu

bhalobashi tomay!!

Hoyto aamar nei kono aasha,

Sudhusudhui ei bhalobasha,

Tobuo hridoye mor chirodini

Tomar basha!!

Kato chhobi tomar,

Mone bheshe beraay,

Aaj-o aami sudhu

bhalobashi tomay!!

Bhalobesheo paai ni protidaan,

Tomari birohe kaande mor e praan,

Tobuo tomaari sukh kamona kori,

Nei abhimaan!!

Jibone keu kato paay,

Keu to shobi haraay,

Aaj-o aami sudhu

Bhalobashi tomay!!

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Again this one I had written in my 10th standard.......I was immensely
fascinated by the SRK-starrer "kuch kuch hota hai"......i wrote this
one with the same music of the song "tum pas aye" on mind......

Harano Sur

2007-08-04T02:25:00.000-07:00

===Harano Sur===

Sei sur ar baaje na aj,

Harano diner smriti,

Notun jibon, notun kaaj,

Niyei mete aachhi!

Moner kone kothao jeno

royeche gobhir taan,

khujeo tobu paai na keno

sei purono surer gaan!

Joubaner ei byasto din-e,

tomar katha pore na mone,

rong-beronger fuler dwara

ruddho hridoy-dwaar!!!

jiboner kon seshbelay,

hridoyer sei milonmelay,

tomar amar khelar din

aasbe mone bheshe----

bujhbo sedin mulyo tomar,

sujog robe na anushochonar

purono saathi---

theke jaabe smritir monikothay!!!!!!

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This was a conscious attempt to imitate the style of my favourite
poet Rabindranath Tagore......a tribute to my childhood friends......

Ochena Meye

2007-08-04T02:11:00.000-07:00

===Ochena Meye===

Sedin bhore janla diye ,

Dekhi ami mukh baariye,

Kaacha kapor melte giye,

Daariye aachhe se !!!!

Bhablam besh haakti pere,

Chule nana keta mere,

Jomiye ektu galpo kore,

Bolbo ami ke!!!!

Hothat baarir bhetor theke,

Kei ba taare uthlo deke,

Bidhatar mon uthlo beke,

Pora kopal re!!!!

Abar taar dekha pelam,

Jakhon chaan korte gelam,

"Pukure jol tulte eshechilam"---

bollo amay se!!!!

abosheshe bohukleshe,

jiggashilam mridu heshe,

"amare tumi cheno naaki?"---

heshe lutiye porle se!!!!

ebar amay chomke diye,

kaaner kaachhe kaanti niye,

"ami tomar boudi je"---

bole uthlo se!!!!

shune ami matha ghure,

pore gelam dhopash kore,

uthechilam onek pore ,

dadar laathi kheye!!!!

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Well......this one I had written during my 3rd year in college....
I had been on a visit to one of our relatives' house.....where
certain events made me write this....there s smthin more
behind all this....but i wont disclose anythin more n wd lyk
to keep dat stuff open 2 interpretations....!!!!!

My childhood

2007-08-04T01:17:00.001-07:00

My mother is a high-school teacher......so i had spent the early years of my life in my "mamarbari"...with my grandfather(dadu), grandmother(dida), my aunts(buku, buru.....since evrybody else called them by their names...i also used to call them by their names....n even now....that has nt changed....)...& my uncle(chhotomama)....my mother being the eldest sister, I was the 1st child of this new generation...as it always is in such cases, i was the the centre of all attraction....i loved my aunts more than my mother....they meant the world to me....& so did I to them.....my dida, chhotomama, buku, buru---everyone claimed that i loved him/her the most....

thats my mother( extreme right), buru, buku(extreme left)& me(5 yrs old) at the centre

It had been such a lovely experience.when I was 3 yrs, I was admitted to south point school...in the morning .i went to school from home(it was at beckbagan near park circus.....it still is)....n returned after school to mamarbari...usually either buku or buru & at times, dadu would bring me from school...& i when i returnred i was bound to see the entire house waiting at the door to receive me.....i ate n drank all the good food n drinks in the world they could find for me.....played with them....watched TV n then would go in for a nice little nap....at times, buku would make sure whether i was sleeping n then try to go out shopping......&!!!!!!.....i donno how i would always wake up n start shouting to her to take me along...buru taught me to paint & draw & i still remember filling the SUNDAY GRAPPHITI picture with colours sitting before her....chhotomama was there with his never-ending stock of stories....mostly ghost stories....& its from him that i hav developed a gr888 liking for ghosts........(nnnnaaaaa.....i don mean i would like to meet a ghost)....at times when my mother would delay coming to mamarbariin the afternoon to pick me up(her school was near that place), dadu would take me n have a stroll in the street with such sweet n self-composed little poems

"choti paaye diya dekhi,

rijur maaye aashe naki !! "

thats my dadu, dida, & chhotomama

My School

2007-08-04T00:42:00.001-07:00

South Point....one of the best schools of India & the most populated school in Asia....thats my school........I have spent the 15 most important years of my life here......this was the place where I came to as a little child, oblivious of the world around & from where i went out as a 18-year old young soul, with the "courage to know" & explore the unknown world ahead....

I was admitted in nursery 1 at the age of 3....In the interview i was asked, "have u ever read in any other school before this?".....many chaps begin their education in montessories.....but i had not.....my parents had already told the teachers about that....I replied "Yes".....my parents were quite stunned & embarassed.....the teachers gave a long, hard look at them & said "what school?"......I replied with a sweet smile "South Point!!!!"(Can u imagine that???......I had been so innocent & enthusiastic that i thought i was already studying in South Point).....that was it....I was admitted immediately.......

At the beginning, I was rather simple & feeble.....Often I got beaten by the boys of my class.....i did nt hav much friendz....& the school was a place i hardly liked....nobody really seemed to know me....

I felt i needed to change....change so that the other students would come & make friendz with me.....everyone would know me....teachers would know me....they would like me.....& yes.....i worked a little harder....& started getting nice ranks....soon i became quite popular.....the "good boys & girls" of the class came & talked to me.....& i enjoyed that, man!!!!!!!!....i really did enjoy that....

Another thing I would like to reckon at this point is that it was around this time .....more specifically in class 4 that i had for the first time come upon soumya(who has been my best friend right from class 5 till now)

& then it was CLASS 5 which completely changed my notion about South Point.....i fell in love with my school......i loved going to school ....& the two persons responsible for bringing about this change in me were our class-teacher tandra aunty & our maths teacher rajshree aunty(my favourite teacher in life).....rajshree aunty liked me immensely & was extremely biased towards me....i loved the importance i was getting.....& the attention of other students.....I was made one of the Prefects.....that was my first experience of respect, pride, prestige......I was arguably the most meritorious student of class 5 section B....

Here i would like to mention one incident on which i would illustrate later on...on my birthday, 5th october.......i received a wafer biscuit from a friend of mine....when i asked the reason, she said, "today s my birthday.thats why!!"....i was quite astonished....I could only say, "today s my birthday as well!".....& this coincidence led to something far more significant.....far more interesting.......

After class 5, we were to leave our junior school at 16, mandeville gardens & enter a new world, South Point High School at 82/7A, Ballygunje place....the day we attended the junior school for the last time as students.....i could nt hold back my tears.....i had cried the whole night before.....it is very hard to leave the place where one spends his early years ....it was nothing less than a family.....a large family bound together by innocent feelings of tender minds...

thats my junior school, South Point

When we were admitted in SPS, we were just 3 year-old infants who knew nothing....compared to that we were so much matured(!!!!!) when we came to the high school......but there was one thing we all disliked.....in CLASS 5 we were the seniors..... all other students were afraid of us & obeyed us.....but now we were the juniormost batch......& everything was reversed....we were now afraid of the big "dadas" of class 8-9-10.....they tried to bully us whenever they could.....still, i loved going to school.....the atmosphere was so nice n charming....

But I can at least proudly say that unlike many of the "good boys" of our class.....i had many "bad boys"-friends....that's because i did nt want to make friends with meritorious students....i only wanted to befriend those whom i liked & who had a nice heart......& that has nt changed even today....!!

Days passed by.....I was towards the end of class 7.....& that was the time when i started feeling an intense attraction towards one of my classmates....it was a strange feeling.....quite new & refreshing &....whenever i dreamt about her.....it gave me etherial pleasure.....A huge transformation was in the waiting for me....

It was class 8.....I had ranked 3rd in the annual examinations of class 7.....that was my best result in school....the whole school(morning session) knew me by then....In the meantime i suddenly came to know that 2 of my very good friends were in love with this same girl to whom I was attracted....I thought & thought & thought & finally decided to stand out of the whole thing & keep my feelings a secret....It was nt that i had acted in this way due to my greatness or something like that.....but i just did nt have enough confidence in myself to speak out my mind....

On the otherhand, by this time our maths teacher Joydeep Sir had become a fan of mine.....yesss, i dare to use the term "fan"!! He had been teaching us maths from class 6.....but neither had i liked him nor had he liked me....it all changed in 1 day.....He was giving us geometrical riders to solve....& most of them were rather easy....all were asking him to give a little more challenging problems....somehow it hurt his ego....He said, "OK....I ll give u people a rider....if anyone can solve it, I will say that he has indeed been able to learn maths in the true sense.....& if none of u can't, u will have to give me ur word that u will never again bother me for challenging sums".....we had to agree....as he read out the problem, there was pindrop silence in the class.....the moment i saw the sum, i felt i could do it....i went by my instincts.... & did it.....he checked my copy & said, "shabash....u know maths"....the entire class started clapping for me.....I felt so much elated....it was a gr8888 honour indeed.....

Class 9-10 were the best days of my school-life....in fact those were the best days of my student-life.....& it was mainly because i used to spend a lot of time with the girl whom i had loved so much(& it has been my one & only love till now.....but dont develop any misconceptions.....let me make it clear from the very beginning that it was purely one-sided).....I know not whether i will ever be able to love anybody again with that same passion.....

By this time, i was already quite transformed....till then, all teachers had liked me....& i had always been intent on attending classes seriously & drawing their attention & on maintaining a good image.....in short, i was a "good boy"....but now i suddenly wanted to become a "bad boy"....not academically...but the other way round....i wanted to make fun of the teachers who cant teach.....I wanted to be the "hero" of the class....& yes, I did it upto a certain extent....we had a maths sir who was rather dumb(not literally of course)....& he had such a hoarse voice that would frighten a crow....he was extremely tall & so was nicknamed "jumbo"....i practiced imitating his voice for a month(believe me, it was one of the toughest courses i had ever undertaken.....yaaa seriously)....& I nearly attained perfection.....all crows within 40 metres would fly away whenever they heard me imitating "jumbo".....he had a pet sentence while calming us down "katha noy".....one day as he had just entered the class & was about to utter thos words....I shouted at the top of my voice "katha noy"....it had been so similar to jumbo's voice that none had realized anything....except thos just in front of me & .....of course jumbo himself....but he could nt say anything because nobody would believe that it was done by me & not him....he only stared at us with a perplexed look....that day we had some real fun when the secret was disclosed to the whole class.....

Let me relate another of my deeds....It was class 10……our teacher was a perfect example of “unity in diversity”!….bcoz she had a head(which was blocked 2 give a resultant blockhead)& her hair bore all the 7 colors of rainbow……she was almost 6 ft tall….loathesome in appearance…..with a terribly oily skin(it seemed that her husband ownd lots of oilmills)....she was the laughing stock not only of her students but also among her colleagues....one day....God knows why.... we felt that it would be gr888 fun to put a cockroach in her chair.....i took the responsibility of this bold task…I sprayed mortein in my house…..the next day found many cockroaches dead(most of them were actually half-dead)……& brought 2 of the larger ones to school in a jar……but there was a problem……the cockroaches were very slowly coming back to life …….so we could n't just put it on her chair & wait…because then the cockroaches would walk away …so we waited till she entered the class....& as she turnd her back to us(she loved doing sums without explaining)…I got up slowly…& as soon as I reached near her chair…she turned back & saw me…..but she was nothing short of an utter fool …I managed by saying that I would like to be excused….then when I came back I just dropped the large half-dead cockroach on her chair….blind as she was……she sat on it….& the whole class suddenly burst into laughter….she was rather surprised at this unexpected incident…..for a moment my heartbeat stopped …..if anyone was caught & if he divulged the whole thing…I would be finished…but actually we often laughed at her ……& she was used to getting laughed at….so fortunately for me, she didn’t pursue the matter seriously....

Mischiefs & fooling the teachers was gradually becoming an obsession for me...I derived a strange kind of pleasure & satisfaction from these acts...there were many more such cases & i even got caught in some of them....but managed to escape by my presence of mind & to some extent, because of my academic records.....before I move on to class 11-12, I must make mention of the fact that during class 9-10, I had the fortune to be taught by a teacher who has made a special place for herself in my heart....she is my second favourite teacher....but i liked her as a human being & maybe, even more.....

Also, it was during this period that i found some of those friends whose friendship i cherish even now.....& i wish that they remain close to my heart forever....

In class 11-12, I was one of the regular backbenchers....we had a group of 6-7 boys.....we only made fun & entertained ourselves & the entire class by various amusing activities.....all teachers despised us , were fade up with us & we enjoyed that, man!!!!!!.....I just remember one incident....one day there was very low attendance in the class....only about 20 students had come whereas the normal attendance was 60.....still we had occupied the last 2 benches.....plenty of benches were empty upfront....our physics teacher saw this & said mockingly, "ekdin dekhbo tomra pechhote pechhote dewal bhed kore next classs-e chole gachho!!!!!!".....hahhaaahaa.....that was a wonderful comment.....it had such latent humour & mockery in it.....

It was our maths period…..5 of us were sittin in the last 2 benches & were makin the strangest kind of noises(that of a crow cawing, a dog barking, a cat mewing, donkey braying, pig bleating & would u believ it?...we even went into the extent of resembling dinosaur's shrill sounds...hehehheehee)we were just getting the hell out of that poor fellow!
Finally he became really furious(remember he is basically very cool & composed…..so we went to that extent to make him furious)….& took all of us out, noted down our names, gave us his ph. no. & said that our guardians must talk to him or else he will take some very serious steps ....he even said that he had seen me trying to imitate the mewing of a cat.....(but believe me……I myself nevr imitated a cat's mewing.....perhaps he does n't know the difference between a cat & a dinosaur or a crow!!!!!!hehhehe!!!!).... He was more severe on me bcoz he had seen me doin those acts…we did get away at last but not before a miserable experience!!!!!

So long, I had been fooling my teachers....now here is an incident where I had been fooled....by that time I had become quite an expert in bunking school n classes…but this time I learnt a nice lesson…it really hit me hard……we had a really talented young physics sir & since he too had done all these nasty things in his school-career he also knew how 2 catch us!!!!…..we had his class in the last period…..& before that our stats class…..i bunked that one....thinking I would reach in time before the physics period....then I went hanging around with 2 of my friendz & 5 mins before the end of that period ….i came to our floor & hid at a corner…waitin for the stats teacher to come out…mins. passd by….there was no sign of her…(here I would like to state that our stats teacher never stayed in the class after the bell rung)....after waiting for abt 10 mins....i felt she must have left before the bell & the physics sir might have already started teaching…so I just ran into the classroom but alas!!!!!I could n't believe my eyes....when i found that I had run into that very sir who was coming out alongwith all my classmates with their bags on shoulders!!!!!I had no clue as to what was happening…but that sir, sly as ever, immediately knew what the case was....finding that I was completely bewildered, he explained to me that the stats teacher was absent, so he had taken that period…& then!!!!!!....followed the consequences!!

I had to admit my guilt in front of all the teachers & subhasis said that my father should talk to him that very day…i was in deep waters…if my father came to know about this…he would kill me……that was for sure.....

Finally a person(whose identity i am not going to disclose) helped me out & I am really grateful to him even now…he agreed to act as my father(believe me…its true)…& eventually the matter was solved…so??????......all those stories u hear about "fathers available for different purposes at different rates" are n't rumours after all.....but my saviour did n't take anything from me....he is a very nice fellow....

I was blacklisted in class 11-12.....but I managed to obtain good marks in my final school-leaving exams....after all it is my school.....& it is my duty not to leave that bad an impression on my teachers....strangely enough, I did feel on the last day but they were nowhere near to those feelings that had come streaming inside me on the day of leaving the junior school.....was it because we were more matured or was it because we were less attached....I am n't sure....maybe due to both....

But sure enough, I feel proud to say that I had been a student of South Point for 15 long years right from nursery1 - class 12....Whatever I am today & whatever I will be, I owe a lot to my South Point...Thank u, South Point...I miss u...

thats my high school, SPHS