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Was in no mood to start from home that day. The grey sky was an exact replica of my mind's pattern. Clouds of gloom, fear, uncertainty, darkened the nature without and within as well. Thank God, my sister was there. Starting at 6pm we reached Howrah at 1:30a.m. Yatri Nivas had no place for us. Givn the situation we were in, we decided to take a seat nearby. God saw to it that we had a seat for us as well as our luggage. My sister was vigilant and kept me awake with frequent cups of tea which disappeared in the thorny fringes of the Pepsi lines that had already inflammed the hungry stomach. Waiting was boring, tiring. We were sure we wore a pathetic look. We felt we were the ones thrust into sombreness, but we were lucky as there were people around. Some were snoring with their elaborate selves on the platform, quite decorative with their bedsheets and pillows, some awake like us, two beauties waking up to glory carrying away their sleep to extraordinary levels of dreamland, s...

I held host my thoughts of troubled times The thoughts that remind my charm Thoughts that mock my tortured self Thoughts that ring an alarm. They find me in a state unknown When existence query my being They carry me to shores afar When times had nothing to mean. They pattern my looks, my shape, my form As they treat my features fine, They express my words, my actions bedeck My mind at times, deny. They dig my fate from the folds of time When galaxies had meant applause. They trouble me with forlorn fears When justice failed to cause. My thoughts provide a crystal cone Reflecting sores profound. There in the apex, I see the arch Those events had stringed around. I take a step to blow them free To horizons afar anew They leave me not, my solitary self Does gift me gems though few. My sweet retreat ‘sbeen preordained By someone beyond my eyes Someone who smile my thoughts away Someone who sees the prize. They cluster round that nucleus gel That sculpte...

I longed to get in touch with you, but you never said a ‘hi’. I longed to get you at your desk and thought you’d ask me why. I thought ‘d be busy somewhere. Yet I thought I’d wait. I tapped the keyboard late at night and longed to know my fate. Many a times it rested on me; the thought that I was a fool, to have floundered day in and out and never could keep my cool. The mighty touch of the silver screen sometimes did melt my wax, the earthly beams of the solitary lot I sought my soul to relax. Hours of stress would’ve suffered your cause to bid me hear your call. Domestic chores saved me sometimes And prayers did save my fall. If that be the way to beckon my soul has Destiny dear portend, restlessness then, I order to reason and make meditation a trend. I thought a while, a way ahead ‘If this be love, was it true? Is it just a whim of age Or is it self-construed?’ For if my love for you were so- A bridge, no wall at sides, Time when there be only m...

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The Tendency Whether or not it is our inherent tendency to adjust to certain situations or be judgmental about them, is hard to tell. However, when it comes to compromise, it becomes clear that our instinct guides us to avoid certain situations. ‘Compromise’, though, may be a term weak in its meaning, but it does result in a win-win situation more often than once for many. I may sound pessimistic, given the number of achievements recorded in the lives of brave-hearts but compromise is certainly a quality that has a bearing on defining our personality. What others think. Before coming to the point, I would like to recollect what Mr. Amir Khan told to some of our cub editors. He inspired them not to compromise under any circumstance. They must be strong and must carry forward their thoughts with a zeal and gusto braving all situations. They were fortunately ones with brain plus cash and so carrying forward their life’s principles and preferences will not be a notch troublesome when th...

Love for food is universal. I was plodding over the pages of ‘Women’s Era’ September 2009 (first issue) when my eyes feasted on the 52 items of ‘Cookery Special’. The items were soft and cheesy and had a mixture of vegetarian as well as non-vegetarian. However, the number of vegetarian recipes was less, compared to their counterparts.  Nevertheless, what attracted my attention was the article ‘Eat your way around the world’ by Kasturi Rangachaari. Her write-up was a pure reflection of a travel freak and a food fanatic. She delights in vegetarian food and is a strict veggie. Factors: She gives a detailed explanation of what suits the Indian palette and what are the factors responsible for modifications, if at all. That, available technology determining cooking techniques, climate and the seasons and culture and religion lies at the root of fabricating out methods of taste is understandable. However, what remains incomprehensible, is a significant group’s utter deprivation of tas...

The Concept Chetan Bhagat’s book Five Point Someone is a hilarious issue of his fertile mind A mind that derates the present education system and the way, it plays with the minds of the students. The first time, I, an Arts Graduate picked up the book, I was awestruck. Not that I take less interest in IIT as commerce has always been repelling, but the way, the author had juxtaposed it’s framework with the novelty of a novel as well as the present system of education jo acche accho ko hara deta hai. Well, this is no joke. In Chetan’s own words: ‘The Indian Education System is a problem that can be fixed. It affects the country's future, impacts almost every family,………………………………………………….’ There are two main problems: one, the supply of good college seats and, two, the actual course content and intent behind education.’ He talks at length about the scarcity or rather the inability of our government to come up with A-grade institutions. ‘That means we need 10 lakh good, A-grade, brand...