A string of events

As I sat looking at the cloud laden sky, I went down the memory lane. So many things have happened since childhood days. And as I was pondering over them a thought stuck me. Looking at things carefully everything makes sense. It is like a huge labyrinth of paths all connected to form a series of events which shape our lives. Let me start from my school days. I wanted to be a physicist and never took engineering seriously. Had I not gone for coaching class for the study of physics I would have got more marks and would have been at a better college in DU but scored poorly in Chemistry and Math and ended up at Deshbandhu. Then again i scored poorly at graduation level and somehow got into MSc at Jamia. There I made the worst mistake of my life (atleast that is what i think) by not joining Theoretical Physics. My teachers and class mates pleaded me to join but I didn't. So never really understood what I wanted to in Physics and hence got left out of the contention. Then I joined DPSGV instead of DPS Meerut Road as a Physics Teacher. Another decision which changed my course of life. Then I cracked PhD entrance to JNU but had to leave after 6 months. Another life changing decision. Then I joined S.Chand Publications and lo it changed my life completely. Met a girl there who after I left S.Chand introduced me to another girl who happens to be my wife now (Swagata). Now that is called a life changer. Then I joined and left two engineering colleges only to move back to publication from where I made some really cool friends and then I joined DPS Rajnagar. Had Piyush Chawla, the owner of Vikas Publications, not taken that ludicrous decision, neither would I have joined DPS Rajnagar nor would I have come across a very innovative person with whom I am working now at Amity, nor would I have gained my such good friends.

Strange, but true, life is nothing but a series of choices that we make and their consequences. Newton's third law at work. Or is it so???  

The day I understood the value of water

That night, of the month of June, started of as usual- no electricity and the inverter machine crying for its life. I went to sleep in the first floor room while mom and dad slept in the ground floor one. That night I had eaten a lot of chicken and hence, my stomach was not only full, it had started to crackle. Anyways, it was around 1:30 in the night when I woke up with my tongue stuck to my throat as they both had dried up. I reached for the bottle of water which is usually kept near my head only to find it almost empty. I emptied the rest.
But within minutes the throat dried up again, specially thanks to the stomach trouble that had started by then. I looked up the wall clock to find another 5 hours before morning.
I decided to sleep thirsty, only to wake up in ten minutes. The thirst was damning. I frantically searched for another bottle of water in the room only to find one tucked away somewhere below the sofa. I pulled it out. The dust on the outer surface suggested that it was there for a long time. Without giving a second thought I opened it  and found the water pretty much clear. As I poured it into my throat the taste, horrible one, forced me to throw up.
The bottle must have been there for over a month at least.

I abandoned it.

By 2:15 I had grown restless again. Water was the only thing I was looking out for. For once I prayed to God to send some shower to me ..... well the monsoon was a few weeks away and it was unreasonable to ask God for it at that point of time..... I gave up.

Then came the most brilliant idea of that night. Why not switch on the water pump and fill the bottle?? I excitedly run towards it and switched it on.....  then I realised that there was no electricity for me to switch on the pump.

I was flabbergasted.

As I turned back to come out of the bathroom, I noticed two buckets full of water lying there.
The same buckets from which I used to bath and wash god knows what..... but at that point of time it was nothing more than divine sent amrit for me.....

I didn't think again.... took the mug ..... dipped in the bucket and pulled one full mug of water ..... poured it into my throat and .... WOW !!!!! Water never tasted so good ......

I still look back at that incident which taught me one important lesson of life ......

To my dearest bro, Shuborno

I was dying to see him, was so excited that I shook off my dad's grip on my hand and ran straight into the maternity centre of Dr. Nilu Khaneja. As I ran into the ward I asked mom about him. She removed a small white cloth from around his face and for the first time I saw him-----My younger brother Shuborno. From that day he became my motive of life. Last 22 years he had been my constant companion, my best friend, my secret keeper, my buddy, my spiritual guide -----MY EVERYTHING.

I have grown with him. I have seen him take the first steps; when he used to point at his tongue to show us that he wanted an ice-cream;  when he used to pee in his pants the moment he would get angry at any of us; he would make faces like a mouse......... so many things.


Today he went to Kolkata to pursue his Master of Science in Theoretical Physics from Ramakrishna Mission Vivekananda University. And to be frank I am as much happy as I am sad.
My happiness brews from the fact that my brother is embarking on a journey which will take him to the edge of the universe --- and may be beyond. he is going to do what I failed in my life. I am very happy.

But I am equally sad. My constant companion is going away. He is probably the only one to whom I could talk anything under the sun. I have never treated him as my brother, but as my son. I have tried my best to save him from those problems that I faced in my childhood days.

There is a sudden vacuum in my life created by his absence, which is impossible to be filled. In fact he is the only person to whom I am attached.


All said and done, I know I have to adjust myself and I will. I hope he fulfills the mission he is on. And my wishes will always be there for him.

LOVE YOU BUDDY.....

Lord Buddha and the Snake

One day Lord Buddha was passing through a village when the villagers requested him to help them. They said, "O Lord, there lives a snake outside the village which is so poisonous that it keeps killing villagers and our cattle. Please help us by taming it."

So Lord Buddha went over to that snake and told it," O mighty snake, why waste your poison on the poor villagers and their cattle. Why give them suffereing and invite God's wrath for yourself. Be a humble servant of God and don't bite the people and their cattle or any other animal again."

The snake after being given the wisdom, bowed at the feet of Buddha and went back into its hole.

Weeks later when Lord Buddha was passing by the same village again, he suddenly had the curiosity to know about that snake. So he went to that hole again and called out for the snake.

After a long time a weak, brutally beaten and bruised and badly injured snake crawled out of the hole. Looking at it Lord Buddha couldn't understand why it was in such a bad condition. On being asked the snake replied, "O lord after you sermoned me I didn't bit or showed my anger to anyone. But the villagers and the kids started to trample over me. They beat me with sticks but I never bit them back, as you told me. So this condition of mine is the outcome of waht you taught me to do."

Hearing this Lord Buddha said, "I asked you not to bite someone, but you could have easily drove them away by showing your fangs. I never said, don't defend yourself. Biting is prohibited, not hissing."


Same is the case with me. I don't hit people, i don't get angray easily and I accept others views too. But people take this as my weakness and try to trample over me. I think I just had enough of it.