THE CHARISMA OF HOMECOMING-"LET'S GO HOME"

Dear blog,

It has been a long time aback that I didn’t embark on any footprints on ur soul…”My dEAR bLOg”. first of all sorry for being aloof from your gigantic charisma… but as the human nature always comprehends about the shortage of time and so do I.

Nevertheless let me hop on to the real facets of my life which I explored during this phase of being aloof and cut from u. I have great memories to reveals well as cherish upon  and an ardent desire to unleash those sweet and sour moments of my life which I would certainly like to unfold through my life….!!!

Well !!!! wait for a minute…..my mind is creeping somewhere else so let’s have a first GLANCE of thoughtful impressions which I read during this moment of blogging….its something called “NOSTALGIA”

As u all are well acquainted with the fact that nostalgia concerns with homesickness… but here the author has  something  so marvelous in store for us that I cannot refrain from sharing… I m bound to do that…!!

Nevertheless I will dive deeper into the real sense of the term “N O S T A L G I A”.  So just a bit of patience dude..i will surely make ur heart melt with the scene  I have in store for u.. there’s no doubt about it that I will try me level best to pour my heart’s scared emotions out and leave u spellbound…

But let us have a brief look on what this inspirational guru has to coin for us…. Here it goes..

“Just because my neighbor's mother looks more beautiful it does not make  my mother any less.

My neighbor can never be my mother. No matter where u go, an Indian is still an Indian. So go wherever u want to go , live wherever u want to live, but do not forget ur responsibilities towards ur motherland. Need be take care of your neighbor, but don’t forget your mother.

The greatness of  a man is complete only when his contributions to his motherland are greater than what he has consumed from his motherland.”

Now the time has come to propel ur emotional quotient about my nostalgic experience….but dude hold on  for a moment as I want to apologize at the same time for this part of my blog as this emotional framing of words struck my own individual emotional so gigantically that I was bound to plagiarize I few parts of own friends experiences which matches ditto with mine.. but let enjoy reading wat he has to propound on the theory of nostalgia who lingers in the same emotional parameters as mine…. Here it goes..!!

It’s the day to leave. The not-so-awaited day has proved its point. It had warned me of its inevitable nature long before when I headed home some days back. Just that it went unnoticed at that moment as I remained overwhelmed by the joyous thoughts of homecoming. Not just for me, homecoming has always been a subject of profound joy for mankind. Be it for warriors who fought battles without caring for their lives. For men of business who wandered in far-off places for years. For students who assimilated knowledge at gurukuls. Even today homecoming finds apt relevance. We are governed by emotions and these emotions have managed to percolate deep into our genes.  

Fresh are the memories of the day I was to leave for home. Things looked happy as I packed my bags. The songs in my playlist appeared surprisingly wonderful.  Early morning cold shower failed to offer any pain. Anything that easily caused irritation on a usual day somehow gave up its basic sadist instinct. World suddenly looked like a happy place to live in. Journey was fuelled by thoughts of people at home. Drowned in positive anticipations I too felt it. The joy of homecoming!

It’s an altogether different story today. I stand in my balcony observing things my eyes manages to see. Heart certainly wishes to see none.  Overcoming my natural tendency to procrastinate, I’ve packed my bags. Sipping, what should be my last coffee at home, I walk around. The living room, the verandah, the corridors; there are memories attached.  They seem to be embedded in walls and have stories to tell. Not that the world outside home is a prison, it’s just that the pain of leaving home is almost par with the joy of homecoming and it takes a bit from everyone.

It's the time of final hug and kisses as I shoulder my luggage. I turn back after having gone a little far. Heart yearns like a child. A child who feels like home is going away from him. It yearns and insists home to stay. Some more days and I will be done. Some more days with mom, in the kitchen! Some more celebration, just like the one we had. Some more days spent in blanket doing nothing. Some more evening chats with dad. The rebukes, the love, some more of them and I’m done. Some more of everything that can happen only in place called home! It keeps yearning until feet have dragged themselves sufficiently far for eyes to turn back and see anything.

Good bye !! see u soon..!!! J))

ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHAYARIS....!!!

कोई दीवाना कहता है कोई पागल समझता है

मगर धरती की बेचैनी को बस बादल समझता है,

मैं तुझसे दूर कैसा हुँ तू मुझसे दूर कैसी है

ये मेरा दिल समझता है या तेरा दिल समझता है !!!



समुँदर पीर का अंदर है लेकिन रो नहीं सकता

ये आसुँ प्यार का मोती है इसको खो नहीं सकता ,

मेरी चाहत को दुल्हन तू बना लेना मगर सुन ले

जो मेरा हो नहीं पाया वो तेरा हो नहीं सकता !!!



मुहब्बत एक एहसानों की पावन सी कहानी है

कभी कबीरा दीवाना था कभी मीरा दीवानी है,

यहाँ सब लोग कहते है मेरी आँखों में आसूँ हैं

जो तू समझे तो मोती है जो न समझे तो पानी है !!!



भ्रमर कोई कुमुदनी पर मचल बैठा तो हँगामा

हमारे दिल में कोई ख्वाब पला बैठा तो हँगामा,

अभी तक डूब कर सुनते थे हम किस्सा मुहब्बत का

मैं किस्से को हक़ीक़त में बदल बैठा तो हँगामा !!!

SHIPPING -- TRYING TO IMBIBE IN MY SOUL !!!

Whatever God does is certainly redecided in advance by him and so I landed up as a shipping graduate student according to his will. i can  certainly be assured that he has something in store quite marvelous and gigantic for me to be digged out from this sector although i don't have any godfather in this field. whilst i  can utilize his blessings to prove most faithful and loyal attitude of mine mettle..

the first question which was trigged out in the class during the first semester was "WHY A SHIP IS CALLED "SHE"??

I found out the answer which are the following for the ship to be called "she"......

* There is always a great deal of bustle around her
* there is usually a gang of men about
* She has a waist and stays
... * It takes a lot of paint to keep her good looking
* She shows her topsides and hides her bottom
* She can be all decked out
* It takes an experienced man to handle her correctly
* And without a man at the helm, she is absolutely un- controllable.
* It takes a lot of Paint to keep her Good - Looking.
* And the main reason....It's not the initial expense that breaks you, It's the upkeep!!!
* When coming into port, always heads for the buoys

Sorry my dear blog i hve to rush to college ... Catch u later afterwards....!!!

THE PERFECT BoDYGuArD !!!!

Some memories are so deeply inscribed in ur mind that it doesn’t let u sleep. These memories are long run in nature and not perennial. I still remember the last words of my uncle who said “wen will u come my son? Why do u leave me in here and go home? Don’t u love me?? …….oh no these words have brought tears in my eyes. This emotional attachment is so deep that he still resides in one corner of my heart. I  will and would never be able to erase his memories and personal  appearance towards me at any point of time. I m surely indebted to him. These questions keep on revolving in my mind when I think of him. But nevertheless today I come to realize what type of relentless and pure love he had towards me and ushered these love with various gifts and articles of interest to me. He was the most distinguished uncle of the world who tried to fulfill most of my wishes as if a father was trying to fulfill his sons wish..my relationship  with him was much more than that of a son and dad. He ushered all his love and affections so keenly on me that he even sometimes discarded his own son… that is wat we call true and pure love….

Inspite of not occupying a great level in the Indian police forces he did much more of relentless service to the nation and proved to be a great warrior of this Indian soil. As we are aware that every person has some kind of weakness and so how could he remain aloof from that weakness. He was not only known for his noble and generous service just to his family members but to the whole society of our village. My father says he was the most dynamic and intelligent person of his times. Some of the instances prove his mettle.  I got to know a further insight of his personality wen I  came to stay with him during my graduation period. He was an awesome man and used to place himself in our shoes and  used to see the world from our angle. Wat a great vision he had. I still remember that he never ever scolded his son inspite of his notorious activities and always tried to usher his affection wholeheartedly while he was studying in the hostel.

Some gifts are so priceless that u can’t erase out from ur heart and so was the case with me. Some of precious gifts were the lap watch which he gave on the saraswati puja.. the ranger bicycle with the horny look seat  which he assured me that he would surely get it for me the next time when he come to visit. I was probably in class seven that time and had an earnest desire to have a bicycle of my own as all my friends were having  the same. He cherished my dream and got one for me… the harmonica , the next pleasant gift on his card for me . his gift items are endless and I don’t think that I would be able to recollect all these on and  put up here. He perfectly stood by my side while I was ill and ushered his love and affection towards me. What is the most interesting and memorable part of this story that he was the jolly person with whom I went for my first movie in a theatre. My father had some strict disciplinarian actions about  watching movie in a theatre and I still remember the consequences which my youngest brother had to face. Nevertheless he convinced my mom and I  along with my siblings went for our first cinema in a theatre. Where r those days gone man???  I sometimes ponder on it and think wat a joyful moment he gave to me made my childhood jubilant and vibriatic. Thanks uncle for ur generous and loving attitude which u fostered and ushered on us. All through the journey of this life, I would never ever forget until  my death the deep sense of love and emotion u bestowed on me.  I assure you that ur words would be surely  kept and I will certainly come out with flying colours in my life with the “ALGHMIGHTY  GRACE”. INSHA ALLAHA , last but not the least  I would like to thank GOD for giving me such a generous and father figure like uncle. “GOD u are GREAT”………….

SHAYARI ROCKS BUT I HAD IT THRUGH MY DAD'S EFFORT..

PAATHAR KE JIKAR WALO GAAM MEIN WO RAVANI HAI ...

KHUD RAAH BANA LEGA BEHTA HUA PAANI HAI,

KYUN CHANDNI RAATO MEIN DARIYA MEIN NAAHTI HO,

KYUN SOOYE HUYE PAANI MEIN AAG LAGATI HO,

TAAB DEKHTE THE CHUPKE CHUPKE...

AAB DEKTE HAIN CHUPKE...

TAAB DORAE LARAKPAN KA THHA , AAB DORAE JAWANI HAI....

ANOTHER ADAM CAME INTO EXISTENCE

I don't belong from some tinsel town, but surely not less than that which is my birthplace which is much more famous for the divine and scenic beauty it has in its laps of the nature which is GANGA and the land of "MR.PARSHURAM" for which u need to do a long pratiksha in order to receive the divine showers from this mighty LORD with the charismatic and rendezvous charm in his etiquette.  The true depiction of my gram devata has been imparted in the poetic essence by my great beloved Hindi literate MR. DINKAR. thanks Dinkar for the poetic sensuality he had in his words which illustrates the dynamic and the dashing charisma of my lord Parshuram. btw, i think u can now surely guess the land of brave warriors in BIHAR....??? its MOKAMA my dear friends. if ever u have the opportunity to visit this land of  warriors and bhumihars never ever forget to visit the white house or u can call the official residence of my lord PARSHURAM. thanks lord for giving me birth on such  a great soil which has a long history of great philosophers and literary giants who too were the fortunate homo sapiens who made the history of my village ever charming...

Well I don't actually remember my birth date but i m sure my parents are already familiar about it. I remember the hospital where i was born and that is the  renewed "Nazreth " as we call it. My basic primary education started from my fathers devotion to make my educational pursuit as the main tool for whole life. so I am indebted to my father as he took the most crucial step and had my admission done in the Christian missionary school "ST. Xavier's". i was on the voyage of primary education and my siblings were also on the same path. we used to had a great time there when we used to start the journey to missionary school through a rikshaw which was owned by a friendly and kind hearted rikshaw puller. thanks to the rikshaw puller as he never used to open a single piece of advice even inspite of all our notorious activities on the way to our school. wat were those days yaar a truly jolly ful adventure. my teachers at the primary school were my most precious path guidelines and at home my father was the soul who was entrusted with the responsibility to equip his son with basic general knowledge and mathematics which any homo sapiens requires through his entire life time. I really don't know how I can thank my dad for the intellectual pursuit he envigored in me by making a day to day day activity to write handwriting sessions in culmination with the tough dictation session lessons. thanks dad for the improvement in my handwriting due to his strict but fruitful disciplinary steps with which  I would not have equipped the literary design he had structured in my alphabets. they were in great harmony with each other. Nevertheless it getting crooked day by day due to my negligent steps as I have stopped practicing this skill as most of the time in business education u got stick to this idiotic keyboard whose letters are haphazard but yet u need to take your brain out and type the  subsequent  word with the design u like which u like whether it is monotype Corsiva or the times new roman. well it is not too bad but I get extreme pleasure in writing the alphabets through my own hand... u r great Dad for my handwriting skills which u imbibed in me...

There is some crooked part of this story too which i would like to share with u my dear. myself and my sister were supposed to write a full page of handwriting for each day along with date in a separate notebook.. but this villainy mind sometimes tended to do some forfeiture and forgery by changing the dates of the previous handwriting and used to show to my father.. thanks god i was not caught but now I feel what the purpose of his this daily session of handwriting meant to my father. it meant truly the depiction of a persons attitude his skills and mindset along with his emotions which were inscribed on the piece of paper...do u know that nowadays there are some non profit who can do deep analysis of your personality on your letters patters in handwriting , I did this analysis through some educational institution and found out my negative and positive aspects of my personality which were absolutely true...

Well I have more in store for u to tell about this Adam's educational pursuit and journey and who were the shapers and movers but I m running short of time right now.  see u all in the next session of my journey called life with special emphasis on "Dipak's auto biography"... till then take care....

Man in the Making..!!

Curiosity shows the path and the dream follows. Exactly was the case with me right from my childhood days that I developed a keen interest in the literature, and always cherished the dream of writing something of my own or might wanted to see myself as an author in the times still to come. But nevertheless, blogging suddenly struck this inquisitive silly skull to hone my skills and the literary flair of writing to go into the exploration of the literary genius which was still to be ignited out so that a proper fire could burn the inquisitee ideas which was  always thriving to be revealed. Ultimately , its never too late to start a  new thing and I pounced upon the opportunity of blogging my ideas and expression of my inner delicate but curious heart through my blog " Intoxicating Curiosity". and still a long way to go.............. and miles to go before I sleep !!!