DHARMAPUTRA GETS CRAZY

There are many stories of life which you hold close to your heart. Some are still alive in memories and some appear like a flashback, some come in black and white, but, the earliest ones are just random pictures. These kind of memories are pretty rare, mostly ranging from a picture of toys, random walls, colors, voices and best of all silhouettes of places. When these memories mix with dreams, it creates a cocktail of memories, rich, vibrant, joyous and makes our life worthwhile. Well, I am not gonna write about memory in this post, for I have something special for this occasion. Let's roll the dial of our clock back in the era of 98-99. Life was simple back then. I was three, my brother 4. Our sister wasn't born yet. We used to live in a big rented place in Lohardaga (A small mining town near Ranchi). It was a big house. So, once my parents went to Delhi around the same time. I was as usual given to my grandma for care-taking. Although, my brother accompanied t...

Today, I saw my grandmother after 2 months. I always have been very much closer to her. It would not be wrong if I call her the angel of my life. So, when today I was dropping her at New Delhi Railway Station, a strange emotion shook me up. I instantly travelled back in time to the era when I would have been 6 or 7 at most. I could feel the same old me. She was travelling towards the station with my uncle. I stood there and watched her mix into the crowd. Then, I had the strangest of the sensation. I felt like holding one end of her saree and walking behind her and felt like crying as I used to do earlier. Just then I thought of these lines, " There is still a child inside me".  As soon as I got back home, I started working on this piece. I know for my entire life to follow, this would be among the best piece of work written by me.  There is still a child in me ___________________________ I am little now,  Playing in sun all the day, ...

It is a very radical thought which I am going to put forward now. To many among us it may seem strange, but for many it gives  sheer joy that at last they will know what actually happened to them when they were at these tight spots. This isn't the pure scientific analysis of the cause, rather an experiential one. That is all I want to say for the starting. When we were  young we had many  tastes and preferences. we used to like anything and would try and cry (our only weapon) hard enough to get what we wanted sometimes we  even succeeded and sometimes we failed but we never stopped doing that. Of all the times, we got the things we played with them, for the times we have not, we played with our imagination. Being a student of economics now I feel elated to answer the question that in which of the above two cases we were most happy! At times when we had it or when we hadn't and were left with the sight to implore around the infinite unfathomable dimensions of the ...

Later that day when I reached home I was very much drenched in fear, I refrained any moment where I get to sit with my parents. You think, a boy who just has screwed up his favorite paper and after knowing the marks had not told his parents. Just think of the all the most dreadful circumstances you were in and sum them up.That was my situation at the point. I skipped my dinner and stayed low, forging an excuse of tummy ache. Thought it would be better to get a moral support for Ma. Night was long perhaps or I was sleepless. Next day when I woke up it was very early, so early that stars were still twinkling up in the night sky and moon on guarding their back. At that moment I did what a most stupid child wont even think off doing in those circumstances, I got dressed up, tried to woke my brother asked if would like to join me in the morning sky watch. But he was he, no matter what I did he kept on snoring and with growing desperation it grew louder and louder only. With courage...

So after I got the lowest marks on my maths paper my heart was pulverized. Even after a great introspection I was unable to think about the outcome of the event which has just now occurred. My mind was void sans thoughts. The feeling of that moment was so obscene that I felt like taking the great leap, the humanity has ever known after Mr. Buzz Aldrin, or else I should never return home. Then I chose the latter one cause the first one was bit dangerous and in Dhanbad, my school had no place to take a hike. I was also thinking and praying lord that may the bus, dump me to some of my friend's house (which was actually done). I was feeling lonely, and so much vulnerable simultaneously for the first time. For, my mind as unaware to process signals which it was produced at the instant. I was so drenched in fear that I was dragging myself at a staggering pace to pick a seat in my bus. After I took a spot in bus behind some fellow seniors. And when the engine roared off, which some ...

"love and hate is the mother of all causes and everything which we see" I have asked this question to  myself   for a long time. Should I write a blog or else I should be happy with mere dear diary moments. Then I stumbled upon a blog. It would be fair to accept it was the blog of my senior. I was overwhelmed by the noble proposition that she had put in front of me. Despite the exams, she ignited the long lost question within me! Should I write a blog or remain with same old dear diary moments. Talking about the  circumstances   I would say that that was the only reason that I chose to be with you guys! I don't know when I will be able to write up to you, but this much is sure that I also want the share the stories how-so-ever cooked up and spiced that are coming to me. In every body's life there comes a situation of “trans” which my teacher usually call as “+ve infinity”. But still now I don't know why she calls it l...