Welcome Back Again to Days Come and GO: Only Memory Remains

 Hello Friends, It's nice to come back to my old blog after prob 10 years. How are you all? After Leaving Magna Infotech, Life has given so many ups and downs in my life. Presently although contended in Life.

Let's get a recap:

1. No placements from college.

2. 1 year Struggle in Bangalore.

3. A ok-ok type job in Hometown.

4. Sister's Marriage.

5. Father's Paralysis.

6. Father's untimely Death.

7. A Job at a reputed company.

8. Still waiting for a right life-parthner.

 We shall discuss in details in next few blogs. Stay Connected. Stay Tuned. 

Thanks.

The Sad Story of Getting Salary

All bosses are really a pain to the ass of their employees.
Firstly they will put a  pin on the seats of their employees to be on their feet to meet the deadline, and after all the hectic work, when we're to recieve the reward of those hard work, they put a silent button on their faces and mouth and tortures us to the maximum. Khud ke salary par to jhat se sign ho jata hai, ek tarik hua nhi ki salary andar, aur employees ke salary dene time hath jakad jate hai, aur bacha kucha respect bhi gaaliyon me badal jati hai. 
    We're waiting for our salary for eight months now, and when the government granted the amount, the election occured, and after the election, the salary passed through various levels and when the final boss has to sign it, he's transfered, and he's is in no mood to sign it. New boss will come and till he understand, next election will come. Don't know when we can get the salary. For now only, we can say "Haath to aya, pan muh naa laga."

The Day A Girl Stole my Phone

I was pretty found of my Nokia 2730c mobile, because I had bought it from my pocket money. I had used it whole-heartedly for five years, but still the love for the mobile didn't depriciate, and one day, 23rd of may of this year, to be precise, a girl named Ankita, one of my sister's friend came. 

I had kept the mobile for charging in the guest room, where they both were sitting, and when my sister came to kitchen for taking snacks, she stole my lovely mobile. She needed a mobile, as my sister had said earlier, to talk to her boyfriend, and her family was not ready to give her a new phone, and she had broken her android mobile, so she stole my phone. 

This was all my guesses after she went and I can't find my mobile, and we're going through a financial crisis, so affording a phone was way out of the question. We asked her bluntly, and with the same bluntness, she refused it.

"Chor kabhi manenga ki wo chor hai."

I was feeling really helpless and my sister was crying as she felt herself being responsible, and mom was shouting, "May God give her curse." And I was praying to God, "The guy for whom, to talk, she stole my phone, may the guy fuck that girl, and make her pregnant, and then leave her." This prayer continues till now, whenever I remember my mobile again.
  
We lodged an FIR for the mobile and sim, but not against her, as she belong to a very dangerous background.

       I hate her to the maximum.

Days Come & Pass By:Only Memories Remains: A Dream That Shake My Night

Days Come & Pass By:Only Memories Remains: A Dream That Shake My Night: Yesterday, I don't know what happened actually. I had watched M I 4 after quite a long wait of 3 to  4 months with Krishna. Then we went to ...

A Dream That Shake My Night

Yesterday, I don't know what happened actually. I had watched M I 4 after quite a long wait of 3 to  4 months with Krishna. Then we went to sleep. It would be 2:30 AM I suppose. I was in deep sleep by 4am. Suddenly,I saw I had a call, and I left my house. I don't know where do the hell I got that house. My mind started to freak me out. Then, I concentrated on what I really saw. And I understood, it was my father's call telling me about the death of my grandfather. That really shook me up, as I knew my grandfather had died 8 years ago. And the dream continued. I went ahead with the dream. Next day, I was standing outside my native house in Banka, with my grandfather body beside my weeping father. I knew very well how much my father loved his father, as each son does. But for him, He was everything, he always came above us.
     But the shocking thing was that I was seeing the dream, which was just opposite of the reality. In reality, on 30th May, 2004, my grandfather died after having water from me. I was the last person he chat with. My father had went to Banka for few important papers, which my grandpa has to sign. And I was to take care of his health. But he died that day in front of me, leaving behind grief and weeping all over the house. My father came next day. And I was sitting beside the body of my grandfather, when he came. 
   But the dream reminded one thing for sure, my grandpa wanted to die in his own house in Banka,with his son besides him. I felt actually, I actally might be dreaming of the last wish of my grandfather, And I woke up in be wilderness. I couldn't sleep whole night. Whatever be the reason, I was really feeling an ache in my chest, as I have watched something abnormally.

The Tougher Days Begin...................

Every days has a new memory. But for the last three months, I've the same memory of being unemployed and my struggle to be able to those who're getting selected, and me being just a spectator to watch all these. It's a really horrifying time to bear, and the future looks blackish and darkened. It's a real bad time, I always think what do I lack? to be among those happy faces. Just a little luck, but if luck doesn't favour, the hard work, goes unnoticed.

The Last Few Hours At Magna

Wow, what to say? I don't know what to say in this situation. My first feeling. After a quick and hard 6months of life in the company, it is the day for departure. Everyone reminds you of that, why i don't know? Asks sweets, treats. But for what, while joining a person can give a party, but at the time of exit, when the eyes are watery with emotions, how can a persons give a treat.

Six months past like a rocket, i don't know how quickly, it past. I feel like it was yesterday that I's introduced to Maninder Sir,Naresh and Amar Sir, and we had our first chat. And now my term is over. What remains with me is the memory which I'd keep in my mind and in my camera.Today I feel my topic of the blog is correct. Who knows those days will come or not?

I'll always remember the laughing periods with Naresh & Amar, the boring life at the initial Kormangala shift, the bengali talkative Saurav and Debasri, the pandoras box system of priya Thakur and Geeta P, the birthday celebration with the IBM team, the initial hello to Sushma and Sandeep at the morning, the Roaring shout of Shweta which had always made me a bheegi billi, the jokes with Mamta R, the hatred with Chaitra because of her attitude, the soft talks with Siddharth, Syed ands Veena, and always the chulbuli Nayan.

What's a life which I'm going to miss.

The Irony In An Exit

In a job, there is a real fight to survive. You may say suddenly, what happened to me that I'm writing the irony in a job, but what to say yesterday i witnessed some of the real irony in my company.

I take the first condition and the easiest one first, where you perform well, and completes your tenure with ease, and when they leave, they go outside the company proudly, shaking their hands with everyone. Yesterday, was the last date of Alka, in the company. When she's leaving, she took the snaps of everyone to remember her six months in the company, shook hands with everybody, everyone cheering at her. What more you require, in a job.

On the other hand, Rupesh left the job to fulfill his parents wish, who want him close to them. So, his team member organized a farewell party for him. Where his Manager, was boasting about his credibility, that he is the synonym of dedication and perfection. He want him to continue his job, but Rupesh wasn't ready. His team leader said Rupesh did the job with so much dedication that even in his fever, he had visited clients place, and completed his job. He was a big asset for the team. It's nice to hear some nice things about yourself in the leaving time, eventhough told only from mouth, not from heart.Rupesh too became emotional, hearing so much nice words. Its a real nice exit from the company.

The other part is if you're too flattery, and you gain the confidence of your boss, then you can have a real happy time.

Now, the irony, as we know irony won't be there if there is no other end of the story. In a private company, you can't tell the guaranty of the job. You're well and good till you do everything fine, and one mistake and you're out. This happened yesterday to Amir. I and amir were talkative friends, but yesterday, the BDM of my team fired him out, and make him terminated from the company. He left the company without telling anyone, quitely and sadly, leaving everything behind. I really felt bad about him, and was really sad the complete evening. This is the worst kind of exit from the company.

The other type of exit, is if you screw the company out with lots and lots of money with you. Like Chandrasekhar did. He looted the company and left the company.

Love With A Doll

  In the world of arranged marriages, first meetings can be intimidating. But when Surpiya, a 22-year-old beautician from Mumbai, was to meet a computer engineer on a date set up by her parents, she knew she wasn’t going alone. Guddi, a plump plastic doll with sea-green eyes, a chewed leg and rough blonde hair, had accompanied her everywhere since childhood — to school, to homes of relatives and now to people’s homes where she blow-dried her hair and painted nails. At first, the computer engineer found Guddi’s appearance on their date cute. But after they got engaged and Supriya started thrusting the doll on her lap and talking to it during movies, Guddi didn’t seem so cute anymore. “She was so attached to the doll that she felt they were partners. She would get extremely anxious when the doll was not around,” says psychologist Seema Hingorrany, who is now counselling the woman after her finance convinced her to seek help. “Obviously, her behaviour stemmed from deep-rooted attachment disorders. One of her parents was extremely critical and dominating in her early years,” she adds.

    Supriya confessed she felt that in a ruthless world where people broke her trust, it was her doll that accepted her the way she was. It was the same feeling that made a 37-yearold former soldier from San Francisco ‘marry’ the steely Eiffel Tower. The former soldier changed her name to Erika La Tour Eiffel and even had an intimate ceremony attended by a few friends. Twenty eight-year-old Japanese Lee Jin-gyu, married his pillow, which bore the anime character Fate Testarossa, in a ceremony conducted by a priest. Both Eiffel and Jin-gyu called themselves ‘objectum sexual’, a word first coined by Eija-Riitta Berliner-Mauer, the 54-year-old woman who has been ‘married’ to the Berlin Wall for 29 years. A network for objectum sexuals explains the phenomenon as “believing objects to have souls, intelligence, feelings, and the ability to communicate”.

    Some psychologists say that ‘objectum sexuality’ (where humans appear more hostile than inanimate objects) usually stems from having been treated in early childhood like ‘an inanimate, unfeeling object’.

    Hingorrany explains that attachment issues, dominating parents or peers and marital discord amplified by the lack of a vent perpetuate the condition. “The challenge is to get these patients to come to terms with the truth, provide adequate trauma therapy and medication, as well as build coping resources and support systems. The biggest problem is, in India, we still try and hush things up.”

    When Sachin, a young IT professional from Mumbai, started talking to his plant and staying up late in the night to make sure it was all right, his family dismissed it as a quirk. When his mother broached the topic of marriage and he told her that he was already in a relationship with the plant, she laughed it off. Each time she pulled out a photo of a prospective bride, he would shut himself out and his mother couldn’t hold back her tears. “He thought the plant was his wife. He would pour his heart out to her and couldn’t bear

the thought of cheating on his wife,” says Hingorrany, admitting that as a psychologist she found it hard to not be surprised. “He was suffering from extreme psychosis, weaving stories in his head and living in a fantasy world.”

    The psychologist says that after examining Sachin’s history, she discovered that he had trouble integrating into his peer group. “He found solace in his own world and was delusional,” she explains.

    Dr Harish Shetty, visiting psychiatrist at Dr LH Hiranandani Hospital, says the condition can be seen through various prisms. “If you look at this from a Freudian lens, you will associate it with sexuality. But you can view this from spiritual, ideological and philosophical perspectives too, like in the case of Meera and her idol of Lord Krishna.”

    Sometimes, explains Shetty, an object symbolises a memory. “A woman might be attached to the Taj Mahal because her boyfriend broke up with her there. There is a bond with old memories,” he says.

    Dr Samir Parikh, chief psychiatrist at Max Healthcare, says that if a person loses touch with reality, he/she has crossed all borders of normalcy. “If an attachment interferes with a person’s day-to-day functioning, there is no doubt that the person requires immediate help,” he says. “It is one thing to be fond of your pen and another to speak to it.”

    A Mumbai-based psychologist, who requested anonymity, says that these cases may stem from fear of rejection. “Objects don’t let people down and this sort of relationship might attract someone who has had trouble coping with rejection earlier or is very lonely.”

    Like this one man, obviously suffering from OCD, who admitted that he was ‘best friends’ with his computer. He would wake up in the middle of the night to make sure no one was fidgeting with it or intruding on his space. “These cases are few and far in between, but are an indicator of our increasingly fragmented and unsocial set up,” explains Hingorrany.

Courtesy This news is directly taken from TOI.

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A​n Autobiography of My Grandfather : End Days

After the heart break of his daughter's death, his health started deteriorating and in this state only, he got the news of his fourth daughter married to the murderer, and he can't do anything to stop. But, my aunt unlike my elder aunt didn't went to his house, and demanded a new house out of the cards. So, he made a new haouse at Deoghar as a matter of blessing in disguise, and my father helped him make it.Till then, his new born son,Golu was being cared by my uncle, and his other son from my fourth aunt, was  taken care by my grandpaprents.

In between, my last and the smallest aunt's groom hunt started, and he said us directly that he'd not be part of any daughter's wedding now. My father went everywhere,but finally got a senior scientist as his groom. And from then, the monetary problems in the family started and the money-named-ghost didn't end yet now, even most of our lands had been sold, and my uncle generally responsible for that. To resist that trouble, he took more loans from the wrong doers, in which my eldest aunt was involved, taking the revenge of being disgraced as sons and daughters. Now, my uncle heads nowhere, with lots and lots of debt under his belt, and with no job in his hand,it looks impossible to end.

In the meanwhile, my eldest aunt in her agony, started taking the payment my granddad gets after retirement, landing him to the help of my father, which he's heartly welcomed, but he also can't bear that someone takes the money from his dad's hand to give it to some local goons. The blood pressure of my granddad increased day by day, and then got a big heart attack, and then my aunts,instead of helping himn send it to our house, in which gramma was already there. It was nice that both granddad and gramma were there in the first time in our house.

He got nice treatment, and slowly and bye and bye, we tried to make conversation between both. And we succeded too. It was 30th of May,2004 when he took the water from me, and grammaa was chatting with him, and suddenly an attack came and he leaved us alone in this world.

A Strange Love Letter: In Recruiters Version

Dearest Ms Aarti,

I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in Love with you since the 20th of October (Thursday). With reference to the meeting held between us on the 19th of Oct. at 1500hrs, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover. Our love affair would be on probation for a period of three months and depending on compatibility, would be made permanent.  Of course, upon completion of probation, there will be continuous on the job training and performance appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover to spouse. The expenses incurred for coffee and entertainment would initially be shared equally between us. Later, based on your performance, I might take! up a larger share of the expenses. However I am broadminded enough to be taken care of, on your expense account.

     I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be cancelled without further notice and I shall be considering someone else. I would be happy, if you could forward this letter to your sister, if you do not wish to take up this offer.
Wish you all the best!
Thanking you in anticipation,

Yours sincerely,
A Lover

JVM: A New Dimension To Jharkhand Politics

Till few years back, Jharkhand was ruled by either BJP/JDU combination, or JMM?Cong. combination, but after the departure of Babulal Marandi from the BJP, the BJP losed its control in the region, especially in the Santhal Parganas, and now is its state so bad that it had to take the support of the JMM, the same JMM which had its Leader, Sibu Soren which is being charged of being in the murder of his own secretary, and also in the bribe case of P.V. Narsimha Govt., and the same JMM, to whom BJP considered as Anti-Development and was thrashing at each portal in the time of elections, and after elections, in the politics of plus and minus, they joined hand with them, thus demolishing their ideologies, and reputation. But in this event, the best thing happened that JVM/Cong. increased its reputation, and surely they're going to be the winner out of next State Assembly.
JVM, which was just a new party in last election, under the leadership of Babulal marandi, who is called to be the runner of development in Jharkhand came hard winning 1/4th of the total seats, and 50% of the places they fought. And now, in this election, they're going to sweep the new ruling BJP/JMM/AAJSU combination as Nitish did in Bihar. The people of Jharkhand had been very keen to see Babulal on the CM seat. And finally hoping that the elctoral supports me, and made him CM, it'll really great for the degradinh Jharkhand.
Today, we can see the Jharkhand politics has now a new rival, so making it a four-dimesional politics, with JMM/BJP?JDU on one side, and Congress/JMM on other side, and RJD/LJP on others side, and CPI/CPI(M) on the last side.

Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Mysterious Days

For a person like my grandfather, who worked for nearly 14-15 hours, when he get out of the job line after retirement, he turned to a real trouble for the aged persons, surely a very good parent for the grandsons and granddaughters. This set true for my grandfather. He sent his younger son, my uncle to Dumka for his higher studies, and with him he gave 1man rice( 40KG approx), which my father took it on his head and travelled to Dumka, with his brother not talking to him, neither he talking to him. After the graduation, my father was doing his LLB in TNB College, Bhagalpur. After which he was offered a job on the shifarish of my grandfather, and he's appointed as the Steno of the DDC, Khagaria. But my uncle was not interested in this job structure, but my grandfather filled his form for a post in Central Bank, and forcibly made him to give the exams, with my father, who had came on leave for the Greha Pravesh of the new building. My grandfather with his earning, had acquired nearly 1 bigha jameen in the town. So, my father went and with him, went the clash. But the aunt in the capital city Patna can't bear it and finally made them talk after 13-14 years.

My uncle got the job, and he fled to Katihar, and my father to Khagharia. But the silence between my grandparents didn't broke. And the days for their marriage started.

Firstly, my aunt was married to my mother's uncle, and my father to my mother, in which my grandfather didn't take any part, except, helping financially. Then a trouble came as in the form of the land in front of our house, which my uncle bought on his name, taking nearly the deposits for m my grandfather, which he'd saved for the marriage of his second daughter. And so, my uncle married a girl of same caste, but of bad character and my second aunt to his brother, who killed him soon afterwards my aunt number 3 was married and made her murder an accidental case. It really broke my grandfather and made her so mad that he started sending letters to them, to police officers, so instantly to overcome his loneliness, and soon everyone take it as a fun to recieve his letters and throw it right away. This conspiracy had surely something to do with my uncle's wife, but she made my uncle believe that it was accidental and took her child under her possession, in spite of the fact that my father and my grandfather asked for the postmartem of the body, which they were completely against of. Now my aunt's husband deed paid him off as now he's become mad, and is ready to be admitted to Kanke Hospital, Ranchi.    

N​itish Kumar's; Silent and Respectful

 R​ecent elections polls had shown, how much people like development, an anti-violent state. Nitish Kumar's charisma which swept the complete elections result getting 206 out of 243 seats in the Bihar legislative assembly, leaving the other parties completely devaststed, has just one answer, "NITISH KUMAR". Five years before when he pledged before the elections to the aam janta for a better Bihar, people believed him, and made him the CM of the state, ending the Lalu's long run. What did he do actually in this five years?

He just kept his promise and made Bihar more crime free, and made people believe in development. He decrease the corruption level, thus the extra money used for our development, invited more and more companies to come and have trade with the state, develop the infrastructure standards like roads, bridges, with a better quality.

The most liked incident which we tell earlier before the Nitish's Raj was that I'm from Deoghar, a place at the border of Bihar and Jharkhand. So, whenever i went to my paternal house in Banka in Bihar, till Jharkhand i'd sleep very easily in the bus, and as we cross the border, I started jumping on the turfs of such a thrashed roads of Bihar, and complete my journey with so much headache and vomitting. As i jumped for the first time, I'd asked my father," Have we entered Bihar?" and the answer was always Yes. But Nitish Kumar came once or twice in Babulal's times to Jharkhand, and was astonished by its progress. So, when he became CM, he did the same with Bihar. And now Jharkhand is at the deteriorate position, while Bihar is on the bloom. now, I've first 10km difficult in Jharkhand, and rest 60KM in restive position.

So, see what a dramatic change has came in one rule. While Bihar got a better govt. and it developed, on the other hand Jharkhand got a corrupt CM like Munda, Madhu Koda, Sibu Soren and got deteriorate. If a CM has collected 4K crores of rupees in his tenure, what would be left for the people.

Was this victory of BJP or of Nitish? For me, it's just a victory of Nitish's government. Its his charisma that he continued to rule for another tenure in Bihar, and this time, I think he will have to face the problems of naxalism, flood. I think this should be the major issues, together with the development.

L​aloo Prasad Yadav: A Dynamic Politician

L​aloo prasad is the most elementary poltician, who had affected surely Bihar, but also globally to the whole country. He had the dream to become the PM of the country, which can be possible if he'd not been indulge in so many controvercial cases.

When he boards the stage, everyone gets alert. He make us laugh, make us feel our guilt, criticize the other parties, without any fear of the response. But the most important thing that interest most of us is his ability to pull masses. Only the case where he tried to disjudge the religious barrier, then he is surely astounded.

When he became the railway minister, he started many trains for Bihar, and also for the rest of the country. The most extraordinary thing he did was to make the railway out of the losses to a period of profits for the firsat time. But the basic question is that with so much overpopulated railways with passengers, how can it still go in losses. Laloo used his mind, he impress the masses by keeping the rates and charges as it was earlier, rather making most of the train labelled as Superfast, although the train still goes in Express rate, thus increasing the cost by 10Rs. And then increasing the number of sleeper seats, thus increasing the revenues. So, by keeping the rates constant, he made the monetary benifits. Such a politician he's and a perfect manager.

In last few month, he claimed charges on BJP and Congress, that BJP is letting loose on Congress on nuclear deals, for the fact that Congress would leave Modi out of his controversial caes, which on the one hand looks really possible. So, he's a real thinker too.

Love: My Defintion

You know, as you'd have read many of my blog, I had fallen many times to girls, but was lucky enough to save myself to fall in love with them. You'd be wondering, all of  a sudden what happened to me that I'm talking in such a manner.


Actually, Yesterday I's seeing I Hate Love Stories, and then I thought what was there that the hero really felt love about Sonam, or that for the last few days, in which he forgot his past life, and was talking to her only, which made him feel her absense, after she left. But really, if he'd have flirted with her as he was doing with rest of the girls, then he'd never feel her absence, but it was a movie, it'd to go that way. But in real life, what is love?


According to my definition, a love with a girl, means you really knew is carved out of a necessity. Just like in the movie, his necessity was talking to her. Now comparing him to my friends love story, he was first just talking to her for pleasure, which started from 27min, and soon it reached 4hrs, and now he can't have a days without talking to her. So, his necessity is talking to her.


have another defintion, then please write.

Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Silence Begins

After the independent days, he's gifted with another child, just a little change in sex, it was a boy. But he also died, this time in City hospital. These were hard times for my gramma, and granddad. He's to control his feelings and had to support his wife's feeling. Then came his father for the aid, and this time he consulted our native Guru, who gave them many taabizes, and bhasm, and asked the next child to be born within the range of cotton, and be far from the people's eye.

They followed it, and went to Bhagalpur to have their child far from their native, and my father was born. And finally they had their son, and happiness came their way. Just as we say,"Whenever God gives, he gives in number." Soon, their house were filled with the noise of seven children. Two elder sons, and five daughter to follow.

 But with numbers, comes problems. My uncle was never a nice boy. He was habituated to all bad activities. He was so accustomed to movies that he used to stole money from my grandfather's pocket to watch movies, and if my grandfather got to know about it, he left the office and went to theatre and bring him back with his streched ear, to which rest would laugh. This created hatred between my uncle and my father, which continues till now, and don't like changing with my bad attitude uncle. My father also had a lust for movies, but he followed more of a classical approach, where he'd asked his maa before going to the movies.

In this hatred one day, my uncle threw a battery with its full swing towards my father which hit him directly in his forehead, thus missing the target, eyes. He went unconscious there, which made him admitted to the hospittalized, and what he got was few slaps, which he was already accustomed to. My grandmother, using her mind told my father to avoid his brother, and stop talikng to him. This really became a hurdle. They both didn't talk to each other, from a five-year boy to 18-year adult. It meant 13 years, they didn't talked to each other. My father had a lot of such experiences. Even my aunts had not good ties with their brothers, rightly so. If boy is fed with milk, and girl with rice, the girl had full right to be jealous.

After so many years, when my grandfather can't tolerate this anymore, he asked his wife to try to break the shakles, and make them talked normal, to which she resisted and then came a big vow, taken by my grandfather, if you can't make them talk, then you should also feel the pain, and he didn't talked to her from 1974-2007. A 33 years of silence, in which both didn't talked, just bear the responsibility of caring their child, and gave them better education. 

Till his job, he didn't require his wife. Because he left early in the morning, and came back at night. Both time, his daughter would feed him. 

Then came, the most difficult situation

Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Pre Independent Days

After a very tough matriculation, he got the job as he's the few in the district to complete matriculation, under the British Regime, as a Steno to SDO, Banka in 1941. And soon after the job, he recieved a very high profile marriage offer from one of the rich people of his village, which he refused. But when the same marriage proposal came on consideration of his Teacher, his father can't refuse and he's married at a small age of 14.

Due to travelling problem, he shifted with his father and wife to Banka Town, and after getting his first salary, he bought a piece of land, and start building his house, but the Yadav's didn't let him too easily, and had to fight a legal case to get his land. When his boss knew about it, he send some of his men and the land came to him, and he build his small house there.

His duty was little hard. He went to office early, and return back at late night. He'd very limited time for the family. So, his wife, Swarnalata Ghose being a panchvi pass, started quarreling some time. But my grandfather had no effect on him. He continued his routine.

Soon, Quit India Movement under the supervision of Father of the Nation, MAHATMA GANDHI began, and in Banka, all the Government's holdings were nearly burnt. But still, he was inside and working for the bloddy Britishers, but he followed the principle of "Work is Worship". He's hurt sometimes, when he'd be caught by some of the activists. He remained hospitalized for three days due to a mass breakup in his office, breaking the glasses, and hitting him directly on his head. 

After few months, he'd a daughter when his wife gave birth to a baby girl in his village, but soon she died. Everyone tells a hag had a bad look at her, which had taken her life. People used to call it to avoid the reality of bad medical services in the villages. We feared her now also when we go to our paternal house. The grief struck the family keeping my gramma devastated.The Dayan Pratha is still there in our socitey,killing many innocent girls, just due to some bad evils.

After few years, with the complete nation, he faced the riot between Hindus and Muslims. He's just able to save himself and his family, from those riots, with the help of some strong Yadav's who he'd helped to provide the loans, and all the paperwork to save them, helped him to go underground at the peak of its riot.

His helping nature made him famous with the name Ghose Babu in the complete town. And finally, on Aug ​15, 1947 when the country was freed, he's freed of the feeling of working for Britishers.

L​ife: An Endless Battle For My Grandfather:: The Childhood Days

               He's born on a rainy day, in the month of july with his mother suffering from problem of overpuberty stage, and after some days as I had already told you, died giving my Grandfather, Late Sri Ravindranath Ghose, a bad omen name. Every relative were cursing him that he swallowed his mother's life, just as he's born, and doubted what he'll do as he grew up. He's given to his nana-nani for his development as his father and my Great Grandfather  Late Sri BadriNath Ghose, were always moving here and there, due to the British Government duty. 

               As he started growing, the comments started affecting him badly, and really he feel like that he'd killed his mother, but his nana told him that the relatives have evil thoughts agaist you, so they want to trouble you. He understood his family bargling, who are just telling them to hurt him, and take pleasure out of it. 

              He's very good in studies, so he passed all the exams very easily. He followed a tough routine, as adviced by his nana( maternal grandfather). he woke up at 4o'clock, study till 7o'clock, then do the daily work, and then went to school, returns at 3o'clock, then have his lunch, then nana would give Gita Gyan, then again go to study from 6o'clock, and went to sleep at 10pm. Everything went according to the plan. But something unexpected happened different from the plan.

              He's 8 years old, when an accident happened taking away his nana's life. He'd drowned in Paparni lake of the village Dumrama in Banka District of Bihar,that time Bhagalpur, and in the same year, his father lost his job, and his nani died as she can't bear his husband dyeing, and she also died. He was completely shattered after this. The relatives said both the problems were due to his ill fate. 

              Then only some money, which his father had saved, and some money earned by his father by doing the duty of a tutor at some house continued his studies. He moved to Bhagalpur where his father's brother lived, and started learning typing work, for which he covered 13-14 kms on the rusty and tattering roads of the city, barefooted. This was real dedication. His performance in all the field were making his uncle jealous.

             When he's in Class 10, to give the board exams, he required Rs. 12.50, but his father's savings were too less to upheld that, , whic was too big at that stage, so his father asked his brother
which his brother didn't gave. He pleaded before him, but he didn't give because he didn't want his brother's son to be matriculate, which was a very big thing at that time. Then his teacher gave him those money when he saw him crying, and thus he finally became a matriculate at the age of 13. His nani spend all his savings to give sweets to the complete village, as his grandson was the first matriculate from the village, especially to his uncle, who really burned in his jealousy.                     

L​ife: An Endless Battle For My Grandfather:: An Autobiography Of my Grandfather

​                       Everyone in this world recieves a new battle with every passing day. New Day brings new Challenges in His life. Some faces it, some fears it, and try to ran away from life, and try to search peace in himself, by going and leaving in an ashram, a real simple life. Thats easy, but the real battle is to face the reality, and face it head-to-head in this lustrous world, where no one is friendly to others, no one belongs to others. In this selfish world, if you've to live it, you've to face it bravely.

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The Resultant:What You Do, is What you get?

Really now, lets continue the journey to understand the riddle What You Do, is What you get. After the death of their parents, the six namely Ram, Shyam, Mohan, Nikunj, Raghu, Naveen. had a very nice life till the end came.
Naveen had to give fire for his only son, which is considered the most troublesome as per the Hindu Tradition, because as per our religion, the soul of a father didn't get peace till he's been given mukhagni by his son, but his son had died before him, and both of them, means he and his wife spend a very rusty end days, before Naveen died finally, mukhagni given by his brother's son.
Raghu died a peaceful death, but couldn't see the Kanyadan of his daughter, and his son married to a Punjabi girl, without telling him even.
Mohan's son were unemployed, and so they didn't keep their father, and he finished his last days in an Old Age Home but alone, as his wife had already died.
Ram was a sprint runner. But he went mad, and plan a full trip to Delhi on foot, this madness took his leg, and he became handicapped. His son became a drug addict, and a gunda, running away from police.
Shyam had an accident losing his leg, and his wife refused to carry his burden, so got married to an another person who was his boss, with his two children, and luckily for her, both had turned to a real professionals, with son working as a CA, and daughter is a Software Engineer.
Nikunj died without a son.

So, clearly don't do anything that your parent don't want, because parents are compared to God, as per our Hindu tradition, and their curse surely would strike you.

The Resultant: What you do is what you get.

You'd wonder what is this topic, but this topic is quite suitable to the incident I am going to narrate here now. This is an incident I heard from my father in my childhood days. The incident begins with a land controversy. Actually, this  is an incidet from the days of my great grandparents, my grandfather, my father, and somehow me.

Actually, my great grandfather Mr. X has a step-brother Mr. Y, both name just for assumption to decrese the multiplicity of the problem with their long names. Actually, Mr. X love him very much, but the problem being step-brother always hurt him like in movies. Mr. X was married and got one son, while Mr. Y got 6 sons. Mr.Y became too happy that he's 6 sons, what would be the problem, he'd have. But it brought greediness in his mind, because the land which he's got after division, is not suitable for six brothers, but the piece of land with Mr.X was enough for his only son.

So, when Mr.X wife became seriously ill after the birth of My grandfather, he asked Mr.Y some money. Mr. Y gave the money, only on the condition that Mr.X would give his piece of land to him. Mr.X thought the land would be safe in the hand of someone in the own family, and when he'll have money, he can take it back. But he didn't knew what's the actual intension of his brother. But to his lament, his wife died, just few days after the birth of her son, which gave a very bad name to my grandfather. After 8 years, Mr. X died. And my grandfather fought for the land.

But nothing happened as Mr. Y thought. He'd thought that he'd six sons, so he can have a very luxurious old age. But to contrary, his son didn't keep him with them, and threw them out. Finally, he went to Haridwar and spent his rest of his days in any ashram there, with his wife and cursing their sons.

Did this curse worked, read in the next blog.

Love Marriage: A Man's Tragedy

Hey, guys you'd wonder what you'd find interesting in my uncle's tragedy. But, there is something that I would like to share it with you. its his marriage, which was the first love marriage in our family tree. Lets see how.

Actually, the girl was the sister-in-law of Anunay( the groom )'s brother. So, she usually visits their home, on the festivals. We'd met her first in the reception of his brother. She's more of a show-off type, blackkish in color, so many scars on her face, and too much make-up as if she is Aishwarya Rai. Whenever we talked behind her, we ask who'd be the unfortunate to marry her. That was our view on the first day, but as days passed by, we came to know that she'd been always near to my all uncles, Sanunay, Sunny,Anunay. So, we soon realise that she's a very character girl, who just wants the attention, and company to get everyone under her control. She's branded R by us. But we thought she could trap Sanunay, Sunny kaku, but she trapped Anunay. 

But as much as I know that Anunay was the best of the lot, of my uncles, nice job, nice character,  nice attitude. But it  was  the  trap  set up  by her that he fall in her love, i hope so thats my assumption. As much as I know she used to call him daily, with the goddamn Reliance STD plan, and talk for hour. He's also a person, he started to like her. If you'll tell a person that a particular thing is nice a hundred time, than surely he'd fell that the thing is nice. She made a situation where he can't tolerate talking without her.

And after that she actually had shown her character, by having sex before the marriage, and I feel that this was my uncle's mistake, he should not have done that, and the girl's plan worked, and he didn't have any option, but to marry her, against his parents. It was also said that she's 3 month pregnant, when the marriage happened. 

Throughout the marriage, Granddad and Grandma were having their head down, and in this showk Granddad died after few moths of marriage, for which he'd to lament through out his life. Anyone who was happy was the groom himself, the girl's family, and her sister. Else every one was mourning.

What should be done with this type of girls, share your views?

A Trip To Her Marriage: The Secrets Unknown

Continuing from the last blog, where we'd reached the hometown of Amitabh Bachhan, Allahabad at the morning. I slept till 8o' clock, but the hangover was still not over, I was feeling too sleepy, but there're no one to co-operate. Standing before me, was a huge structure, Hrishi's Dad. And I had opened my eye with a vilnerable lecture by his dad on The Importance Of Waking Early. Nice way to start with. i went to fetch Tiwari, but didn't fing him anywhere, and peering to each room, didn't appeared nice for a nice-cultured family boy.

After half an hour, I got ready and was asked by the one of the Babhis to go to the top floor, and have a nice shower in the sun. I went to the roof, and found Hrishi talking to a girl from the other roof, attached to the roof. I was confused, how he managed to have so many girlfriend at the same time. One love, one girlfriend at college, one I just met. He's more or like a full-Fledged flirt to me. When she went for bathing, don't misinterpret that he followed her, rather he came to me, and I asked him about the new angle. To which he replied, that she's his girlfriend from his Childhood days, and if she was not of a low class background, he'd have loved her, and surely marry her. But her being of low class, he can't marry her. Because he's a brahmin, the topmost class in our society, and she belong to the  lowest class of our society. But still she liked him, and he like her, and she's beautiful.

Then we went to the nearby house of his locality, which was a Bengali family. We're greeted well. As if we're from a groom's family. But soon I got the reason, that the girl of that family had a big crash on Hrishi, and even she tried to sexually harrash him, and for few days, during his pre-engineering test, he went to a full-depressed state, and shoch state. So, eventhough he's selcted in one of the best colleges of Allahabad by UP CEAT, he chosed to go to Dehradun to be far from her. This was a new secret I got to know. We ran from there after hearing the reality, without telling them the reason.