Give it....

Saari umra hum mar mar ke jee liye

Ek pal toh ab humein jeene do - jeene do

Give me some sunshine, give me some ray,

give me another chance I wanna grow up once agaiN...!!!

........ so true when it was being contemplated by the lyricist Swanand Kirkire..... but was he just doing it to get a good deal of money or did he mean it??????......

We, as students, have always been complaining against the "system" of education in Kolkata ... or rather in India (cannot comment on global issues)... Our forefathers did suggest us to study to "gain knowledge" rather than mugging up and vomitting on the answer sheet... but never were we given a chance to imply that!!! Who bothered???

Our parents, most often, did saw us getting diverted from studies, either watching television or perhaps busy talking secretly over the cell phone (or any incident u might have faced), but never did they ever made any attempt to figure out WHY was that happening that way, what was going wrong????

Why is education a compulsion??? and not something which every human (or even animals if interested) does because of the only reason that they WANT TO... (exceptions being there)... At the end of the day who's losing...???

Hello???? Is anyone bothered???? Crap!!! leave it.....

Just a Company....

...which refers to people/a person you generally choose to live/work/hang around with. They tend to become your friends most of the time, successfully or failed.

This is an amateur attempt to express my point regarding a juvenile mind which chooses to consider a "stranger" to be a friend, apparently being with that person, supporting him in times of need, etc....

Rohit and Suchandana, apparently best friends, both from the same college, walking down the lane; later on enters a park and sits on a bench; Rohit being exhausted. The clock stroke 10 a.m. in Rohit’s watch, and he wasn’t bothered.

Rohit takes an effort to relax, by resting his back, exhaling a heavy breathes, Suchandana leans forward.

They didn’t want to exchange any words, but the exchange was there.

Something was wrong, a jogger understood while passing by, just a curious eye.

“Man!!! This isn’t fair, it really isn’t...” Rohit, not been able to bear the turbulations, hitting him in his arteries and veins, busted out.

There was a moment of silence, (not really inspired from the “silence speaks” theory), with no response, as it was expected.

“Did he need to do all this??? Bloody **** man!!! In my whole life no impression has ever been spoilt like this. (Too bad, god knows whose turn was it next). What the hell... Such cheap guys... (???)”

He just had to continue saying, till he felt the calmness within his soul, apparently though.

But, after the entire grievances were expressed, there was a silence, unconditionally welcomed from softer ends...

As if, more to be heard...

After a moment, the only thing to be heard in a calmer and sweeter tone was “Better we take a walk my friend”... Rohit rubbing his partially tearful eyes got up and strolled along with her, feeling relaxed. He was all fine, as because he was given chance to be heard and to be accepted, without any preaching or even consoling. She gave what he needed at that very moment.

I wonder why some people are so desperate to reveal all their “knowledge-of-the-world”, even they are made understood that it wasn’t needed??? What crap!!!

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