mY diaRy pAge(2)...

"OK,Mr.Denise Douglas,you had a long journey to get to here,tell us more about it."
(oh! forgot to mention you....I changed my name...am not Debabrata anymore.....but kept my initials DD...I mean, I adopted Christianity.)

"thank you...Miss. Green..I must say you are looking great(laughs) and a very good afternoon to all the viewers out here..it has been a pleasure to be a part of the "PEOPLE"...yeah,i worked really hard, put on innovation, surveyed what best suites our customers since back in 2015 when I arrived US from India and joined my first firm as a marketing executive at a Wal-Mart subsidiary store..it just carried on from there....it's simply.a dream come true"


"OK,you are probably the next style-icon, the passion driving Americans crazy...so tell us about your choices"
"starting with literature....i read a lot of Mario Puzo..specially "godfather"...i fell in love with it and in classics,i think mark twain did a great job. i like Spielberg movies and 'battleship Potemkin' is really a masterpiece, i think."

"tell us more about your wardrobe collections"
"its listless,come on"
"our viewers are your fan,for them....if you can....just line up a few...i think you can do that...i am a personal fan of your work,i admit to that"
"thank you for that....ok......then,let me tell you some chords that always strike hard on me, my favorite wardrobe is a 'Armani versace', 'Christine Dior' or a 'Louis Vuitton'. a 'versace' tuxedo is an all time favorite...'new york' pants, shoes from 'lee cooper',London, sunglasses from 'Chanel' are a few of my chosen ones......you know, it's hard to be a style icon"

"let's come to the lighter part of you, you work throughout the year...where do you like to spend your holidays anyway?"
"well, well, well....my favorite city would be London, fleet street and i have my personal holiday consultant 'Conde Nast' which is a french-based company"

"we heard a lot about you being choosy in your dinner table...can you let me know your personal favorite list just?"
"ok....if you go to my shelf, you will find all the essence of Chinese, Italian top classes...i like lasagna, basically its Italian flavored essentially with the essence of acorn and almonds"

"it's my favorite too..ok,Mr. Douglas, tell us something about Indian....you are of Indian origin, i heard about"
"well,India is great....India.......India is a great country...well,don't stress it now, i am an American now and that's what really matters"





.....suddenly, it turned black...
i had nothing to say.

the mesmerizing flavor of the serene air gone, the atmosphere turning gloomy, i could feel my cheeks getting warmer...Miss Green evanesced somewhere amid all this...i opened my eyes.

"gosh, it was a dream?"

the splintering sunlight plunged into my face, the winter wind gentle on my hair...aligning it sideways...forcing me to close the shutter...wake up, sit still, yawning, hibernate for a while.

my sis marched over to my pillow side, handled me the bedroom tea, dressing the coir and blankets back to place.
"bro, you woke up so early...it's not even six...anyway, good morning bro"
"good morning, its sunny already dear."

....**** part 2/4 ends****....

DIARY PAGE(2)...

[this following blog is a formulated personal diary page format. for the writer,the symbology relates to the intimacy of ones' thoughts,expression of substantial ideas and putting them down in a written space. from the readers,the writer just expects a reciprocation and understanding of themselves and understanding through him.]


31 Oct' 08
Friday
10.45 pm
Sometimes, its better to think less.
Sometimes,its better to make yourself on the safe side, be on the optimist part of "you"....the part of you everybody knows about, talk about.
Sometimes, i should not care about these things.

Maybe something about the sometimes is "sometimes somewhere true".......but what about when that something comes over to you, again and again, questions about "you"...questions WHO I AM and WHAT I SHOULD DO...QUESTIONS ABOUT MY WHOLE EXISTENCE...MY ENTIRE PRESENCE..my purpose of THIS LIFE!!

year 2030
Dec 24
7.30 in the evening.
Christmas eve.
Time Warner studios.New York,USA.

The film rolls and "action".
I sat cross-legged, plunging backward down the laxed upholstered couch, cigars lined up along the fathomed,much adorned cigar-box cedar especially 4 me. I could see the focused young white fellow man-handling the six Sony cinematography cameras lined up inclined side-by side for a better view, the lightening instrumentals, the soothing aroma, sizzling freshener, bulged up luminosity...and....the much fancied Miss Catherine Green was by my side, gazing at me. I must say she was looking amazing, glamorous. but after all, I was the star of the night.
Two pieces of "PEOPLE" lay by my side, cornering the see-through glass piece, also comprising of lavender vase, blue Chinese terracotta vessel adding to the beauty of the show...
I have been chosen the "fashion icon of the 'Christmas issue' edition" of the 'PEOPLE' magazine...the 'Washington post' addressing me as the 'person of the year'. I was famous.
The set, the stage was simply perfect.

"OK,Mr.Denise Douglas,you had a long journey to get to here,tell us more about it."
(oh! forgot to mention you....i changed my name...am not Debabrata anymore.....but kept my initials DD...I mean, I adopted Christianity.)

....end of part 1/4...

’maybe someday’?

I remember I was in diploma final year when I read this…
If you had to look back on your life what would you remember?
The promotion?
The performance bonus?
The plaque in the conference room?
It doesn’t take supreme intelligence to know what really matters.
And yet, you do little besides look in the distance and sigh.
Wouldn’t it be tragic to realize too late that you didn’t see the trap, that you didn’t recognize the two words that are the biggest curse of humanity…’maybe someday’?

“One touch, one glance, can change a whole life.”

“He looked just like an ordinary man, with nothing remarkable about Him. He used the simplest language, and I thought, ‘Can this man be a great teacher?’ I crept near him and asked him the questions which I had been asking others all my life. ‘Do you believe in God, Sir?’ ‘Yes’. ‘How can you?’ ‘Because I see Him just as I see you here, only in a much more intense sense.’ That impressed me at once. For the first time I found a person who dared to say that he saw God, that religion was a reality, to be felt, to be sensed in an infinitely more intense way than we can sense the world. I began to go to that man, day after day, and I actually saw that religion could be given. One touch, one glance, can change a whole life.”

-Swami Vivekananda about his guru, Sri Ramakrishna Paramhansa

ye final year itna glucose chusega...pata nai tha...

Guyz itz high time now...Kuch karte hein yaar...(HULK ke voice mein)...ek puja hi sahi...shayad kaam kar jaye...

Happy Diwali

Happy Deepawali to all and also in advance Happy New Year!!

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TREASURE HUNT - SONABYSS 2k8

Suarav says on behalf of "my friend",

Now i am free to believe

as someone has come

to teach me how to live.

I am free to observe

objects from a new angle

and now I' ve

time to listen to those "invisible words"

So go and give a try,

Find out , Why I cried?

As I go and live life.

But from where to start and why ...

I dont know....

one of my oldest pieces in NERIST !!

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Let us do a GANDHI....

pranam gandhiji.
regrets for you felt hurt on the choice of my words.but sir i never blamed you.i never questioned your dreams, i never questioned your fundamentals,your teachings.may be sir i sounded like a pessimist in my last letter, but i needed to share my frustration with someone.i needed the strength, the words of inspiration from a man who stood for non-violence,truth all his life and even in his death.you said it right that i have withstood the tornadoes,the torpedoes,the onslaugth of the invaders from time infinitum and i have it in me to survive,to prosper and to grow.
i do hope that i give you a better bharat on your next birthday..
always in need of your ever so encouraging words...
yours truly,
bharat@gandhi's people.com

To Bharat,,

P.s. gandhiji recieves thousands of letters everyday , but due to the norms laid down in heaven , he has ceased to reply one and all.Considering the fact that bharat took time to write to him,He seeked special permission to reply to your letter.Unfortunately though, i(personal secretary to gandhiji in heaven) was asked to coin a suitable reply and hence.

Gandhiji felt extremely sad on hearing your pathetic status.But the fact that worsened his sadness was the pessimism on your part. History has been evident, that not once or twice but time infinitum, you stood witness to strife, conflict,hunger,communalism, division, patrtition.And always, it was you who led your people through this to a brighter and prosperous world.
gandhiji , for last 50 years or so, never bothered to write to anyone down there,for his unshakeable belief in you.He always believed that the heavenly beings would keep putting "you" to tests as they had been.If you remember not so long ago,what went over your soil during partition, it would give you the requisite strength.The whole world denied you a chance to exist but you did and you continue to do so and you would.
Sir,Gandhiji feels you have taken a bet from present politicians in writting the stated letter.You have tried to forego your responsibility by laying the blame on gandhiji and his people.Gandhiji feels extreme dejection on usage of such words.He intends to ask, whether you have forgotten that gandhi and all his people are your sons and daughters. He requests you to please remember that you are none other than "bharat".The land which was originator of knowledge in form of vedas,the land which taught the world universal acceptance and tolerance,The land which laid down unshakeable pillars of secularism amidst communal strife.
In his own words,"My friend,My Inspiration please empower your fairheaded sons and daughters to fight against your own evil headed sons.Again,everyone has to fight the evil and not the imbibers of evil"
He appeals to one and all, to be rational and tolerant.
Expecting a better birthday present next time.

your's truly
MK Gandhi
(Through himself and his secretary.)






Whatever is being written here are the personal views of gandhiji and are subjected to agreement or disagreement.

part 3/3.....
In my home,i discover my ping-pong table,my cricket bat just to add some sweat,a daily stadium round up, finishing 50 pages of novel a day, visiting new places i lost interests before,and let me tell you...I REALLY ENJOY MY LIFE NOW....
yeah,how I feel what we can do for ourselves,or here I can do for myself.In one years' span ahead,I'll enter a cycle of business,readyness,unwillingness yet compassioning an unintentional fondness.....I need to adjust then,put these(present) thoughts to a halt,slide it aside,call it a 'crap,non-sensical,improvident thinking'.Now that's a year ahead I talked about....lets' come to now.
In the past few months,i relished these trendy manners; the sudden adventure of something 'new'; the satisfaction in trying something you never did before; or boring into life some moments you enjoyed,may be rooted in the past; the need of accountancy,the value of distributed time; the need to look around me,feel what I see and most importantly,keeping a record intact,on this diary page.....
I am not a profound writer,an eminent philosopher or someone one really hear about,care about....resembling a tiny speck,a diminutive seed whose possibilities stretch boundless...yet I owe a value to myself,a value undefined,undiscovered.....somewhat,like what our little earth belongs to the eternity outside,the colossal universe we feel so great to be a part of it.My point is,I am significant and I feel what appies for me applies for all of us.
"live life,don't just survive it","make your own directions',follow your own way" is my prima-facie.I felt it,I steered myself and I changed,changed myself to my needs. It's all about ME,the insight of someone speaking through ME,my inner ME......for somebody who care to bypass this far.....my final words.....
In life,possibilities are endless,it's not everyday you remain happy--sometimes you don't bother,sometimes you don't have time to bother.For the former,just think about it,just find the "why" and you'll find your way out if not the way I found myself,just move around some air to think about yourself,think about someone who cared for you,someone who you care and blending up the missing moments...and I guess you'll never be the same again....just give it a thought,just think about it...For the latter,I haven't gone through it....it lay there in front of me...undispensed,unexperienced.

Its 10:55,my 'flyhorse' gleaming...official sleeping shift...my celluloid page moulding frost already......the clock tickling,the flickering distant lights across that runaway farm,the autumn echoing sirens,slowing traffic,glimmering overhead....all catch my eyes as i take a nightstroll and gradually the last two hours move into 'the forbidden past'.....a part of my life that helped me understand me,yet someway never getting a place in my 'day tomorrow'...the 'busy tomorrow'....never asking "why?"!!!!!

....post culminated.....end of the night.......

Happy Durga Puja

Vijayadashami (Kannada: ವಿಜಯದಶಮಿ, Telugu: విజయదశమి Hindi: विजयदशमी, Marathi: विजयादशमी), also known as Dussehra (Kannada: ದಸರ, Telugu: దసరా, Tamil: விஜயதசமி, Hindi: दशहरा, Urdu: دشھرہ, Marathi: दसरा) and Dashain (in Nepali), is a festival celebrated in varying forms across Nepal and India. It is celebrated on the tenth day of the bright fortnight (Shukla Paksha) of the Hindu autumn month of Ashvin or Ashwayuja, and is the grand culmination of the 10-day annual Navratri (Sanskrit: नवरात्रि, nine nights) festival.
The underlying tradition and mode of celebration vary vastly by region. However, all festivities celebrate the victory of the forces of Good over Evil. It is considered an auspicious day to begin new ventures in life. It is the largest festival of Nepal, and celebrated by Hindu and non-Hindu Nepalis alike.

.........part 2/3......
i am twenty-one,old enough to understand the value of a single day,every single passing minute and the aspirations,the utility of coming tomorrow yet to shower on me.....and yet i follow the same rules,the same guidelines,the prompted fundamentals which was set for me....never ever looking back,never ever asking myself "why?"
Well,the page is not a trendsettler,neither a scrupolous dissatisfaction...it's a revolutionary momentum about how i look at my life....just a little trendy way of looking whats' in and whats' out,whats' done and whats' need to be done,whats' missing and how to settle it,again never asking "why?" because sometimes it doesn't matter....
let me see why it even occured to me to even write something like this....may be life's dragging me like never before-----scheduled daily routine, the missing randomness, messy deadlines, fucked up surprises,overtly studies,sickly-silly-romantic or friendly ties.......what the f***!!!



it took me a while to study myself,my dissatisfaction,my needs,my business,my self contentedness.....and i felt 'I NEED TO CHANGE SOMETHING'...and i have!!
let me rewind my accomplishments.....

i kept myself busy all times,planned each day ahead, gave myself some air moving around, gave time to myself(thinking about what am doing now), yet find time for my sweetheart, learn and remorse about how someone whose dark, helpful,aspirant and delicate imprints today leaves no mark tomorrow, like he stands a worth "worthless"....anyway,leave it...
i found pleasure in doing something i never did before...singing loud on myself,pouring myself to gossips and new frendlies, stuffing full plate meals, endeavouring a sleek,round physical buildup,exercising 1*7 a week....
In my home,i discover my ping-pong table,my cricket bat just to add some sweat,a daily stadium round up, finishing 50 pages of novel a day, visiting new places i lost interests before,and let me tell you...I REALLY ENJOY MY LIFE NOW....
.....end of part 2/3.....

Food Crisis......

It has been said that “Food is God”…whether we say that we live to eat or eat to live…just the two words are inseparable. No one is going to hang us for wasting food but does that mean we have a right to misuse the most expensive gift of God?? As a car is of no use without petrol the same way…Food is fuel to life…if there is no fuel life is just a mere imagination…we as humans are enough sensitive to the outer world but some times we need a starter, a reminder to do something. We all know how many people are under poverty line, many people die due to lack of food, many people don’t even get a bite of hygienic food still when we waste food all these points goes to unconsciou

s mind which lead to wastage of food, which could be a life to someone. And here that reminder is necessary which tells us food is life and we should use it with special care. Wasting of food means hurting the life of someone else.

So feel grateful for what you have today… and promise yourself…”I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be.”

checklist

Dear pals,
Nerist se saphaltapurbak dum hilake bhagne ki badhai....wish all of u ,a happy Durga Puja ........
contact me for any new news about the Jindal steel or GATE 2009......
have a glance at freshersworld.com...3-i infotech is going for an all india recuitment...this time they have centre at guwahati also...sab log jor sor se lage raho.....
Gandhigiri jinda rahe....

CELEBRATING GANDHI.

Pranam Gandhiji,
this is bharat calling.
hope this blog finds you in the best of your moods.you dreamt of bharat-a bharat of peace, a secular state where people will live in religious harmony, a bharat where everyone will get the roti,kapada aur makaan....'I' believed in your dreams, 'I' believed in your people but see what they did to me..There was one nathuram who killed you Gandhiji but 'I' had the faith that your dreams will live with your people....There are hundreds of nathuram trying to kill your dreams ...'I' am helpless...these nathurams don't belong to any religion, caste,state.....when they kill people they don't see the religion, they just kill..but your people,the common man, brings religion into the whole process and the situation becomes worse.....Gandhi please tell your people not to become a victim of this foul play of the fanatics....Gandhi please persuade them to follow the path of ahmisha,truth and persevearence...Make them believe that Gandhigiri still works if not rocks...

yours truly,
a victim of his own people---bharat.

Lost my contact nos.

Please help me as i lost all my contact nos.
Please take the pain to send me yours.

Thanking you

meenakshi dear, why have you removed such a touching and sensitive article.Blogs are meant for improving our literary as well as expressing abilities.
No bar on topics!!



--
Kumar Saurav
B-Tech Final Year Student
Electronics and Communication Engineering
North Eastern Regional Institute of Science and Technology,
Nirjuli, Arunachal Pradesh
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mY dIaRy......

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28 sept.'08
9.55pm
its pitch black outside...actually its the amavalsya onset, the cult,the hour is approaching....the omen of mahalaya is springing up high on my mind....tomorrow morning,5 am to be exact...i am in my verandah,sitting idle down the lazy stairs,calm breeze from the pond flushing my face,all silence admidst the frogs cannoping,fireflies buzzing,crickets moving around aimlessly....but i am not here to say what i see,its about what's on my mind right now....something useless to talk about but something you always carry along...
it is strange what i want from life...everytime i reach a goal,i begin a journey again,in search of a new horizon,setting a new target,improvishing new conscience,rejuvernating new ideas...but this is how life goes on,i console myself..without getting any further..or may be this is the "definition of life".

ya...this is what i dedicate my thoughts to now...my next few lines yearn to find a resonable conclusion to justify my life or rather think twice about the same....k,now its not everyday i think about my life....how i am living and how i will live it. well,i am plain,middle-classed,averaged,techcrazy,agnostic just like the most of 'us'....here,you don't make your options really,simply chose one of the few favorites someone chose for you...and get going....
i am twenty-one,old enough to understand the value of a single day,every single passing minute and the aspirations,the utility of coming tomorrow yet to shower on me.....
.......................................part 1/3......to be contd. nxt blog...........

rock on!!!!!!!!!!!11it's party,feasta time baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!

as each day passes out,they say you go closer to your grandpahood.as each day passes,you need to remember the moments....the moments which changed your life,the moments which made you think,the moments which brought tears of joy,the moments which you shared with your friends....
may be one day we will not be together.....but yaar reunions ka apna hi maaza hai!!
warm welcome back for the most fake person i've ever met.......Rohit Rai.i liked the script rohit.you created the scene,the drama and made yourself a tragic hero.kudos to you...(these lines were written to create element of humour.if smile didn't come on your face just strect your lips and say ha ha ha ha....)
but any way rohit i like the genunity in your fakeness.

The questionnaire's answer

The hiatus ends, i ‘m back!!!!!!!!!!!
Name: Rohit rai


Nick name: David, The man himself, Gigolo and what not!! Sometimes positive, inspired by my thoughts. A couple of times negative as well, brought about by my notions of libertal existence and universal freedom.

Hobbies: Varied and is stated on a time dynamic axis.


NERIST:
A platform , an infrastructure. It gave me an oppurtunity to groom myself from a kid to a boy and then to a man.


EC 2K3:

The first feeling was, what the crap!! these guys suck!! Egoistical, hypocratic!!. But over the years things has changed and of course, for better.

A name that to me is synonymous of excellence. If ever there was a word called “problem”, there was always a another word “EC2K3” that stood for solution. The proof ofcourse could be had from the sheer propensity of the EC2K3ians to lead. And these vary to fields innumerous.

A source of pride!! When ever i look back and realise that i am acknowledged and revered by EC2K3, It invariably meant that i am done the same at higher levels .If ever there was a batch with such variety and a knack to excel, I, at times feel, could be just second to us.
And most importantly, a source of identity .

This name gave me a feeling of belongingness, an aura of elation, bouts of laughter, charm of team wotrk, and an oppurtunity to actualise .

**
“This with all the respect and admiration intact, for our seniors. We recognise their contribution at various levels , which in one or the other, has powered us and made us confident enough to stand and say this”

What to me, LOC is?

LOC !! to me would be a culmination of an desire to be extravagantly extrovert. Simultaneously, a aspiration to rope in other people who desired the same and needed a platform. Literally, an aspired endeavour. An endeavour to bring about change.A change if i could be a part of.

The word “change” is really important , for i was bored of the way life happened (in the words of atanu chatterjee,sindri). Somewhere down the line, i wanted crowd to be more vibrant. SO THAT, INSTEAD OF LIFE HAPPENING , LIFE IS LIVED.
I am pretty sure, this has put a very blurred and not so specific picture of what LOC is!!!
But then, that was what it meant to be, at the first place. It was touted to be defined by each individual in it’s own specific terms to develop and actualise his/her potential. To put it in very crude form, It was meant to make leaders out of individuals. May be, you would feel, “isn’t this getting overboard”. No! would be the answer.Simply put, Even a failure would have meant, a potential leader.
Precisely put, LOC , to me, meant to be the path to the end, Never the cult itself.


My identity:

May be, my ability to strike chord with people. May be, my ability to create laughter or May be, my ability to take things at serendipity.

“May be” ????

Because, an identity is a gradual development brought about by the symbiosis of character,nature and will. For the time being, the gradual development is in process. The symbiosis and the will to create it would require effort . Even more importantly, time.
Give me time ! and then may be, it would be my work that would define my identity, some day.


On a scale of 5.00
My commitment towards life:: 1.0
My commitment towards friends:: 4.95
My connitment towards LOC:: 0.5