THORN FIBER

Thorn fiber

“The tag ‘Social’ is yet to justify. No one can be 100%, but we should stay on our own words. We make rules and wish others to follow but when the payback time comes we hesitate and step aside. The revolution for ‘Brotherhood’ will not succeed, until the respect for others takes place of understanding. When an individual’s weakness won’t be a threat for him and well understood by others then only the slogan for ‘all equal’ will stand complete. Nevertheless, we are getting better and better with the passage of time. Let’s reach to the most civilized state and sprout social.”

In one summer, I was in my native. I spent times with family and relatives as decided earlier. Bangalore and sea has no connection and I always love to see the sunrise from the ocean end. I was working in Bangalore and my native is near to coastal area. Therefore, one day in earlier dawn I started off for Gopalpur on sea so that I could reach there before the Sunrise. The sea is a 10KM away from my home. Though my native has got the metro status and economical hub of south Orissa, but still has the smell of village. Now also people from here are farming traditionally with the Ox and Bulls. I saw some wonderful scenarios; the ladies got up early and sweep their foreyard, wash their veranda. I admired on my fate, and clicked some snaps. On the road, inhaling fresh airs, I forwarded my vehicle. Morning really has a pleasant voice, which is soft and awesome. The sounds of birds really steal hearts. I was on my way and felt that was the day for me. The men were walking on the road with bulls towards their field. All domestic animals were dancing on the road, as if they were in a marriage party. Old men and women were sat on their own verandas. It was still dark. I could hear the roar of sea. My excitements were float like flood. I could inhale the nectar; rather I would say that I born that time. Years of waiting freshness I got that time. I felt as if I would have died if I won’t get those that time.

Sea was dancing as like always. Fishermen were waiting for the sunrise with the nets. Some fishermen were mending their boats. I played with waves, fought for its anger. I was looking at my clothes, which were laid down on the sea shore. I came from the water and kept those clothes in my vehicle and came out with camera. The sun was about to rise. I was ready to click some beautiful snaps. I pictured some fishermen, boats, other health conscious persons. I saw from the east, at the end of the sea, someone was focusing light. “As if that is in trouble and asking others help. Or else someone has lost his path and searching for someone to help him. To get some help he is focusing the light to the light house.” Rays were penetrating the dark sea water. They were fighting for their freedom. Soon a blooded ball came out by bursting all the obstacles with a lot of shining and rays. I wondered. Something I watched after a long period. The red ball slowly changed into fire color and spread the light with a joy of victory. The rising sun inspired me. I clicked a lot of pictures, but a heavenly feeling scene ended early brought me some aggravation. I pictured some clips. I jumped into the sea. Fought a lot to capture some crabs, collected some sea stones and conchs. I played in the water. I really had enjoyed those moments.

With the risen sun and brightness, everything had started on. I could see a tea stall from the distance. Two young children were working there. After a salty bath I wished for a cup of tea. I went to that stall. My visibility was getting clearer when the distance was getting shorter. I could notice a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old was engaged her selves washing plates and cleaning of the hotel and a boy of same age was cooking. Both were dressed well. When I reached at the hotel, the girl came to the counter.

Me: A cup of tea please.
Girl: Anything else sir? Idly, Puri or Biscute?
Me: No, simply a cup of tea.
Girl: (Shouted…) Munna give him a cup of tea. Four bucks sir.
(I paid four rupees and bought a cup of tea. I hopped on the chair. I could notice the boy, he seems happier rather the girl. The girl was murmuring her selves. Then she shouted.)
Girl: Saala, if I will tell all these to your father, then he would take a class of yours.
(The boy was silent; he looked at the girl and smiled. The girl’s anger went on high.)
Girl: Saala, why are you laughing? Was that joke to you? What you did last night with me? If you will do the same with me then I definitely go to your father.
Munna: What I did… what I did? (He also asked in anger.) Was that new to you? You are working here and I am the owner, you should obey me. Anything goes to my father then you will see my original face. Whom are you scaring out? I am not scared of anybody. Go and tell him.
(I was listening to their conversation, found the girl remained silent. Literally she was crying. That place remained silent for some moment, I was thinking something and in between I finished my tea. To be there, I asked for a biscuit packet, so that I could listen to their whole drama. The girl gave me a biscuit packet and took money in return. She started again…)
Girl: Because I am working here, you will do everything to me? (She went sentimental) Don’t have I wishes?
Munna: (The boy got softened) She I really don’t mean that. But since last night you were keep on saying. I lost my tempo and said something. Aare… you are my queen.
Girl: You did me when I was in sleep. At least you would have taken my permission.
Munna: Sorry, but last night I could not control my selves and on the other hand papa was not there. I felt you might not be agreed for this. Hence I forced you. How did you feel?
Girl: shut up! I was crying in pain but you were unstoppable. You were just an animal last night and drunken too. Nobody is here for me. Because I am poor and illiterate I am working here. And you swine, shame on you. You took advantage of my poverty. I cannot go from here also.
Munna: Don’t get upset. Look this happens. Previously you were doing those with my father and yesterday I did. I am not as old as my father. So don’t worry, just let the thing go on.
(I was looking at both of them. I felt sorry for the girl. But I behaved there, as if I am not aware of their words.)
Girl: If this happens then who will marry me? What shall I tell to my sick mother? In case I get married also… (Suddenly a person came and dropped milk packets. The boy went there and kept those milk packets on their place. I asked the lady for another cup of tea.)
Girl: Sir, are you new to this area. I have never seen you before.
Me: No, no. I am from Berhampur only. I came here early to see the sunrise. (During these I could not able to see the girls’ face. I felt ashamed of my selves.) I will wait here till 9 or 10 O’ clock. Then I will go to the university.
Girl: Sir, tea and Biscuit.
Me: Oh… thanks for the biscuit. (I paid the money and sat on my reserved place. After sometime that boy came. They started again.)
Munna: Papa has arrived at home. He may come at 9 O’clock. Please don’t make drama before him.
Girl: Don’t worry, I won’t tell him anything. After all he is also a MAN. (I depressed a lot. Because of a few people whole race is blamed. I could see the sorrow of that girl.) But promise me you won’t do that with me next time.
Munna: Can you refuse to my father?
(The girl remained silent. I also surprised with that question and lost the patience of listen to that pathetic and cruel story. I was helpless too. I decided to leave for university. While leaving for university I hear some…)
Munna: You can never. So just do with me. I will protect you from my father.
(After a long silent the girl said.)
Girl: I cannot die also. Because your father is taking care of my sick mother and embezzle me instead. Now you will do the same. All men are equal.
(The boy was laughing and I left that place.)

I did require some fresh air and funny incident to forget all those at the tea stall. I sat near the sea for a while and looking at the wave and trying to measure the depth of the sea. I could see the light house was still focusing light to the distance ships and steamers. At 9 I started for university. That is 3km away from Gopalpur on sea. Berhampur University or Bhanjavihar is my university. Where I had studied and got my MBA degree. When I went there, my memory got fresh. I recalled all incidents of my past days. Tough my friends were not there but I visited all those places, which had stored some memory for me. I went to the deer park and play with those deer. I sat on the botanical garden. I visited Deepa Market and Lord Shiva temple near to girl’s hostel. I roamed in nearby villages. I went to the bus stop. Meanwhile all buses were arrived. I could notice each and every individual’s face, but all were unknown. I went to my department and met with Prof. Mohanty and Prof. Padhy. We shared some past that we crossed together. I saw some juniors too, but I maintained personality. I visited my hostel and met with hostel peon Mr. Suri, we chat for a long. Then I visited some old pupils, who were preparing for government jobs. I became more refresh. Time was 2.30 pm. I was feeling hungry. I went to my favorite hotel but that was closed. A few new shops were taken place in the market. I went to a new hotel and ordered my lunch.

I had a superb lunch. After lunch I was usually chewing sweet paan and lime soda, during my university days. I had a fixed shop for that. I went to him, fortunately that was not closed. He became happy at my presence. We talked a lot; he gave me current news of university. I asked him about that hotel and the hotel owner. He narrated a pity story. He was fingering me out a bagger. A lean and thin person had half covered turned dirty clothes. I could not believe. Just in two years how a person could change a lot. I spent a little more time and return to home in the evening. I scolded by my mother for being late. I experienced a lot in a day.

Let me tell you the hotel man’s story.

In 2007 he was a well known business man in the university. He had only two daughters. He had no wife. He was a gentle man. He had no bad habits at that time. He was staying near to the professor’s colony. His elder daughter was studying in college and younger daughter was in primary school. On that Kumar purnima (An Indian festival, during this festival we play cards and gamble games.) he lost his all property. He had left with his hotel. To settle all his due he sold his hotel as well. He went on depression. His elder daughter left the college and the younger school as well. He started drinking, but he had no money that time. His daughter was beautiful; he forced her to sleep with other for money and wine.

One day, he met with a university professor. He narrated his story. The professor was known to him. The professor advised him not to do these with his daughter. The old professor had a bad reputation. He had no family with him. The professor made a deal with the hotel man that the hotel man won’t allow any other person in his house and his daughter would sleep with the professor only. The professor took all the responsibility of the hotel man’s family. The younger girl continued to go to the school. The elder one was upset. She had to sleep with the professor to meet his father’s and family’s wanting. One day she left her house. She already had developed a relation with a boy, who had a cycle mart in the university campus. They ran away from the house. The girl was so beautiful that the cycle mart boy had no problem with her continued life. They were in Mumbai then.

When such happened, the professor stopped financing. The hotel man got more depressed. He had no other way of income source. He started begging. He always had complained to his elder daughter that she did not understand her father. She was the only source of income and she ran away with a mart boy. She left her father and sister alone. The hotel man was desecrating his elder daughter always. Sometime they had food to eat and sometime they had not. The younger daughter was innocent and missing her didi a lot. She could not leave his father because she had no idea about the cruel society. Without wine and money the hotel man became mad. He had no other way to income. Once he was dreaming of his elder daughter he saw his younger daughter. He thought that the poor little innocent girl would buy a bottle of wine for him.

He asked the little girl to him. The girl came.

Hotel man: Jhua, don’t you miss didi?
Girl: Yes papa, a lot. When she was with us, I had full plate rice. But now I have to sleep in empty stomach. Papa, where have she gone?
Hotel man: She was not a good girl. She has stolen all my property. She along with that mart boy took your bread and butter.
Girl: Papa, why didi did this? She is bad.
Hotel man: Indeed, she is. Do you know professor uncle?
Girl: Yes papa.
Hotel man: I engaged him for her study. Haven’t you seen both in that dark room?
Girl: Yes papa.
Hotel man: But your didi, she did not want to read. She left us with no property.
Girl: Papa, what we will do now?
Hotel man: Jhua, just follow my instructions. I will engage that professor uncle for your study. You just keep on reading and one day we will not have such kind of problem.
Girl: Papa, shall I get a plate of rice?
Hotel man: Yes, Jhua.
Girl: Papa, I will read like didi but I never let you alone.
Hotle man: Thank you jhua. Go and sit on that room, let me find out the professor.

The innocent girl went to the room. She had no idea about the unknown threat. She was in full of joy that she will do what her didi were doing earlier. The hotel man searched for the professor. He could not find the professor. He came home alone. The poor girl looked at her father and asked…

Girl: Papa, have not you get professor uncle?

Hotel man: Bastard, he has been somewhere.
Girl: Papa, can’t I read? Can’t we get full belly rice?
Hotel man: Don’t worry child. I will catch him tomorrow and we will eat tomorrow.
Girl: Papa, why did he come today?
Hotel man: My sweet jhua. Don’t become like your didi. She is betrayer. She has screwed our life. She left us in foot path. Just be with me, we will income a lot.
Girl: Okay papa.
Hotel man: I will call the professor in the morning. You just be there in the dark room. Read all the things from him and do not get afraid of him.
Girl: No papa. I will do well than didi.

They both slept in the night. The innocent girl was happy that she will play her favorite didi’s role. She will get a full plate of rice tomorrow. In the morning, the hotel man went on searching for the professor. The little girl dressed well and waited in the dark room. The hotel man discovered the professor.

Hotel man: Sir, where have you been? I have been searching for you since yesterday?
Professor: What is the matter?
Hotel man: Sir, you are not coming to my home now a day.
Professor: What shall I do at your home? Your child ran away. There is nothing for me.
Hotel man: Sir, I never will disappoint you. Come I have arranged a better one than the first one.
Professor: You are not lying, right.
Hotel man: Never sir. I never lie.
Professor: Okay, I will come in evening.
Hotel man: In evening, why not now sir?
Professor: No I have some work, I will come in evening.
Hotel man: Sir, some advance…
Professor: Advance… (He gave him money.) Okay. Arrange me for the evening.

The professor left by saying that. The hotel man went to wine shop and drink wine. The poor girl was waited anxiously that she and her father will eat a plate of rice today. Time went by… it was about to evening. The hotel man came from the wine shop. He brought some food for his daughter and flower as well. He explained to her that he met with the professor now and borrowed money from him as well. The hotel man gave the parcel to his daughter and asks her to ready for the night. The girl ate all those and got ready for the night as instructed by her father. She had waited in the dark room. After sometime the door opened. She saw a fat person came and close the door. She could see the person was turning his clothes off, and sweetly in a rough voice asked her to turn her clothes off. The girl had no idea, but as her father instructed to follow the professor and she did the same. She thought that her didi were doing this. She had no idea of what kind of study that was. Her father had instructed unless she studied she won’t get food. She was confused. Meanwhile the fat man came closer to her. She felt an unknown fear. When the fat man caught her hand, she got terrified. And with no second the fat man dragged her in his arm and pressed her smooth body. That time she terrified a lot and cried, “Please papa don’t do this to me, papa leave me. I don’t want to read.” By hearing this, the fat man left the girl. The girl was trembling in fear. She asked to wear her clothes on. The fat man switched on the light. She saw he was professor uncle. The professor acknowledged his mistake and adopted that girl as his daughter.

The hotel man is alone now and his elder daughter is never seen in university and the younger daughter is staying with professor. They are now staying in Berhampur.

In India lots of people are below poverty line, let not humiliate them. We have less literate in this country, let be literate. Let forget all difference, let behave all equally. Humanity has lost somewhere; let’s take a step to find out the humanity. Let’s establish one brotherhood. Just live and let others live. Create, distribute and preserve smile and happiness.

VERACITY

“Every individual has two shadows, devil and angel. Angel always suggests the path, whereas the Devil operates. Human is all to navigate.”

The population of India is very vast. It is obvious that the original numbers would be more than the Government Censor calculation. All plans are made according to the official figures. Hence, plans always fail in India. Indian discipline is another characteristic for the failure of any plan. Indeed, India has a great culture. We are conservatives, having a lot of moral values but when it comes to the advanced world or new technology there we mismatch a little. We have to learn many things, like how to tackle all those in peacefully, to keep clean our environment, to follow the rules made by government, to get literate. Growing population, illiteracy, corruptions are digging our culture and dragging us back. The contemporary countries have gone far away and we are still crawling. Let’s visit with me some experience I have earned from my Indian brothers.

Once I had traveled with Indian railway, the largest Indian Government body, from Mumbai to Ahmadabad. I had a sudden program, so unfortunately my ticket didn’t get confirm. But I had to go; hence, I started the journey. The crowd started filling with the passage of time and became a people jungle when the train begun to start. That was a pathetic situation, there was 90 seated berths had contained more than 180 people. Just imagine the situation. I was searching for a place to sit and fortunately the Ticket collector allowed me to sit on his seat. I sat comfortably and when the night became darker everybody started to settle themselves. Meanwhile my friendship had grown up with some people of my age. We started playing cards to pass the boredom and night. People were even laid themselves on the floor of that train, which was not enough clean tough. The train was so packed that no one could move an inch. The ticket collector came back to his seat to spend the night. So all my travel friends were stepped down on the floor and the TC slept on his own. Luckily I got a place to sit on that seat.

With the passage of time, so called friends were trying to settle themselves on the floor. The train stopped at a station, a person came inside. Anyhow he managed to place his bag but didn’t get a place to sit. He stood near the door and my seat was near too. I could mark his frustration and tiredness. He waited and waited and lastly laid down on the other who already had settled on the floor before. But calmly that person allowed him to sleep as if they are siblings. This is Indian motive. He adjusted himself but in a squeezed manner. I was noticing him thoroughly, after sometimes he straightened his legs and spotted that on my rail-friends leg. When my friend was starting to say something to that man, he started instead. My friend preferred to stay calm and spent that night. Meanwhile my eyes were closed and when I got my sense back the train had reached to Ahmadabad.

I completed my work and returned on the next day. And found the same situation that my ticket was not confirmed. Fortunately the train was not so packed. I could find a place to sit. I found a few people stepped into the train with the general ticket. They were convincing to the TC for a seat, seats were vacant but he didn’t listen to them. But later on they placed somewhere on the vacated seats. I found the TC was even collected extra money from those ticketless persons. We Indian settled with less money but illegally. They also didn’t ask for the receipt and the train was on that’s way.

Bhubaneswar is the capital of Odisha. Once I had been there for some work. I completed mine and returned by the train. My city is 165 km away from Bhubaneswar. I bought a general ticket and the TC allowed me to sit in the reservation berth. I sat and asked for the receipt from the TC. A big fat person came into my berth and sat beside me. He was looking like a politician. His fat fingers were sized with golden rings. A golden chain was hanging on his neck. We started gossiping, soon the train started towards its destination. After sometimes the TC came and made tickets for those, who had no tickets. Someone got the receipts and a few didn’t. Finally the TC arrived at our berth. He asked for tickets at our berth.

TC to Fat man: Ticket please.
Fat man: I don’t have ticket.
TC: Where will you go?
Fat man: To Berhampur.
TC: Do you have general ticket?
Fat man: Yes, I do.
TC: Okay, give me 60 rupees more.
Fat man: Okay. (He gave a 100 rupees note.)
(The TC collected the money and tore a receipt.)
TC: Your receipt and 10 rupees.
Fat Man: But you have to give me 30 rupees more.
TC: No, that is 90 rupees.
(The Fat man kept silent and the TC moved away.)

We started conversation; the point was TC’s double words. I asked the Fat man to open the receipt. We found that, he charged for luggage. We laughed. The fat man asked the TC to come to him. The TC did the same. The Fat man slapped the TC hard and asked “What am I?” The TC had gone blank. He could not say anything but literary crying. And asked…

TC: What is this?
Fat man: A slap.
TC: Why?
Fat man: I asked you first? What am I?
TC: Means…
Fat man: Am I a man or a luggage?
TC: (He remained silent) wait I will sue you. (He got his rest money back.)

The TC left the place. We went on for our talk. Soon I saw the TC arrived with two police and three more TC. One of the police came to the Fat man and said, ‘Brother, where are you going? You did the thing. I am sorry for him.’ The police asked other to leave the place. They went, and a funny chapter closed.

This kind of experience I got from the Indian Railway and its employees. What I shared before you. Hope you will not allow corruptions at your premises. Let make India a corruption free India.

In politics, Bureaucracy, Land and property, Tendering processes and awarding contracts, Medicine, Transport, Income tax, Preferential award of public resources, Judiciary, Armed forces, Police, Religious institutions corruption is everywhere in India. Let us make India a corruption free. We have many anti-corruption units, let’s go to them and make fruitful of the laws. Let’s all get educate and literate. Let’s join in politics, let’s make India proud. Let’s live our dreams and make India as a no.1 country in this universe. Let’s help us to stay alive and social and clean.

LIGHT AT OTHER SIDE

“Everybody has born with a gift, most of us are unaware of it; some have idea of that and a few can open it. And they are the Nature’s Child.”

Nature is nearly an unknown term. Almost all people explore into it but hard to find a person, who really has the true knowledge of NATURE. It really has an undefined depth, who wanders for it, he lost in it. Many have gone across the span of their life while finding the natures of nature and that remains unreachable or endless and happy being with the term mystery. Life, every carbon contains. Science says the being which composed of a carbon particle has a life or called a living element. Even the passive thing has a life without sense. The feelings, which all sensor can never feel is always wonderful. It may peculiar, it may scary, it may peace, it may pleasant but whatever that is, that is really different from the sensor or eventual world.


Indeed, an unseen energy is there, which controls the whole universe. He might be a philosopher or a scientist but in short he is the creator or magician, who knows the hypnotism very well. He has the power of doing the thing in right time, whether that is the right thing to do or something that is out of the agenda. No matters what that is but he has been doing the entire thing in time with a purpose. Indeed he is a great drama writer, unless how the epic man “Bhismha Pitamaha” would have died on that epic, he had the “wish death” tough. Nothing can go beyond his wish. But it is obvious that he give us some hint before accomplishment of his plan.


When I landed on earth, I had a short meeting with him. That is why I sensed after two hour of my birth. All my relatives’ upset themselves by knowing that they were gifted a dead baby. And the scenario did not stay long, I cried and all got surprised. That meet with the light, I can never remember because I don’t have sense that time. But actually that happened after a long time. I could see the light, what others can never do in their span. That was pleasant and calm. Every particle of mine suggested me to follow the light but forcefully I drag back to this world again. But before the incident I have been through a lot of terrified moments, which makes my hairs straight and brought a storm in my body, when they travel in my memory lane. I nearly meet to the death.


Dreams, they force a human being to feel them. As like other I am also dreaming some time. A Few are nice and a few just sweating you. Sometime you never want to end the dream and your mother force you to get up and some time you are forced to see it unwantedly. Some dreams put a strong impact in the memory that you feel that in the real world. The God or Nature is testing our ability or chasing us by playing a trailer of his wish. Some people runs after the dream to make that true and some just forget by knowing it is a dream. And the dream is dream it always says, “I never stay in real”. Dreams are also categorized, some are day-dreams and some are sixth sense. What we dream sometime that became true and that is called coincidence.


Not once but many times I met with accidents. One is very terrific and I got early indication tough. Making the news is different and fighting in the battle is different. When you face a ball in the field, the heart beat is uncontrollable. If that is not our profession or unknown about the behavior of the event, he heart always comes out while facing the reality. Let’s roam across my dream, May it is adventurous for you.
One day I was walking in the street, find a person calling for me. I went on and he followed me and got unnoticed. I was in rush. Lately, but I acknowledged him. He was a so called astrologer, wearing Red Indian saint clothes and tied a skirt on his forehead. I dropped a coin in his pot and walked away. He didn’t stop his legs and followed me for a long. Suddenly he shouted my name and then I stunned and turned back. Asked him how he knew my name? He said he has a power to see others future.

Me: who are you?
Saint: I am a path shower.
me: how did you know my name?
Saint: I know everybody.
Me: oh’ really… (With a little doubt and anger.) What you know more about me? (Mean while he explained everything about me and told some other privacy of mine, which hardly anybody knows.)
Me: Are you the God?
Saint: No, I am his messenger.
Me: (By touching his feet) what shall I offer you?
Saint: ha... ha... nothing, all is almighty’s creation and you are also a part of that. What have brought with you to offer me? You have nothing there to offer me. If you want then you can offer me some of your time. Hence, I am here to explain you about your future.
Me: Pardon me sir, as you know my nature. Yes tell me, for what you have here?
Saint: I am here to tell you that soon you can meet with an accident; if you survive then you will lead a good life. If don’t then that is your end.
Me: Sir, I have no fear in me for the death but a few of my work is not yet accomplished, therefore, beg you for a little more time and your bless to complete those soon. Then I can embrace the death proudly.
Saint: I know you. You are a brave person and have never afraid in any scenario. But I am helpless.
Me: No problem sir, it is my privilege that you are here for me. Here I can feel my importance and know that you care your child.
Saint: you impressed me a lot dear. Let me give you the power to feel your death.
Me: Oh… Thank you Sir. Another kindness, I am obliged.
Saint: Look… after a few days you can feel the pressure of your heart and you can feel the movement of the blood in your veins as well. And a day will come, when your heart will stop pumping. That is not your end, which is the indication or hint for you of your end. If you feel bloods are reaching to the brain then you are ready for your second session and if not then that day is your closing stage.
Me: okay.
Saint: I am not yet finished. On the same time you can see a flower plant would grow on your stomach. The number of leaves available in the plant, you have the same amount of day left in your life. Then he disappeared.


With a little worry I started walking toward home. Same day I could feel the similar pressure of blood, what the saint had instructed me. On that night I couldn’t sleep. “It is really hard to express the same, when you are aware of your death date. And even more difficult to concentrate when you have some countable moments to live.” I spent some sleepless night and worried days. Finally that day had arrived, which I was eagerly waiting for. I could feel the stroke of blood. My weak heart was unable to pump the blood and my poor brain was waiting eagerly. I could remember my childhood days, when we were competing for piss. With all depositing pressure we are throwing our piss, and long thrown person won the competition. I could feel the same at that time. Or you can say, “Like a sprint runner, who is waiting for the signal.” I found my blood couldn’t complete the race. Suddenly after two strokes they remain silent and I remembered the saint. I felt a virtual flower plant grown on my abdomen and that contained only two leaves. I shouted in anger “Only two days!!!” suddenly mother came and wake me up. My dream ends.


The next day, I started working by ignoring that dream. That day went well as if somebody had already planned for that. My things were done automatically or easily. In the same night I explored in another dream. That goes like this.


My bed room has a mirror of my size. I always see me in it before going to the bed. I stood before the mirror. Combed my hairs and dried my face with a towel. Then I kept the towel on the bed and started some pending work. I could notice someone is observing me. I found in whole room and got nothing. I felt others presence but nobody was there physically. I felt someone was there in the mirror, rushed to the mirror and found me. Went out to get some fresh air and back to the bed after a half an hour. I could see me in the mirror, looking at me sleepy in my dream. I walked out from the mirror and sat in front of me and started starring at me rigorously. I could feel that I was looking at me but I was scared to open my eyes. Suddenly I found some force was trying to open my eyes and succeed in doing that. I saw myself sitting before me. I wanted to run but a force that didn’t allow me to do so. I was crying and I was staring at me. Suddenly I started laughing with a loud voice and caught my hand. I was terrified and scared. Literally wanted to end the dream but felt some force was not allowing me to open my eyes. Indeed, I wouldn’t wish to see the dream. But felt an unknown force was forcing me to dream “the evil me is encountering the helpless me”. I was totally thrilled and my body was trembling in fear. I shouted hard and finally wake up with sweating body.


That day I was a little absent minded. Didn’t go to the office and planned to race with birds. I mended a kite and asked my mother for some snacks, went to the top. With the string I started playing with the kite. Soon I found that the kite hanged somewhere and while trying to relief that I fallen down from the height. Soon I found me on the road and my mother and brother were crying out. I was there standing before them but couldn’t touch them. I was trying to console them and telling them that I was alive, meanwhile I saw a light with a pleasant sound was calling me toward that. I ran on a beautiful lane, where everything was golden and peace. I went there but could not sustain for a long. I could feel my sibling’s affections, Mother’s crying and father’s love was calling me from the other side. Really I couldn’t forgive me for my selfishness. How could I did go wrong? How could I leave my family alone? That force was strong enough but the love and adore from my family was even stronger, where the unknown force couldn’t hold me for a long. There I found two forces were colliding with each other and were fighting to take me in their team. Finally the unknown force defeated and I turned automatically. The unknown force defeated and left me alone. Another force brought me back in the light path. I traveled the light again and opened my eyes in the hospital.


I found some unknown people were roaming around me. They are disciplined and wearing a kind of uniform. A lady shouted, when I got my sense back. “Doctor… Doctor…” he came and checked my pulses.

I asked the doctor: Where am I?
Doctor: In the hospital.
Me: How have I reached here?
Doctor: Your family brings you.
Me: What! Within a moment they brought me to the Hospital? It is not possible.
Doctor: Yes it is their duty.
Me: Sir, a moment earlier I was chasing the flying birds. My kite stocked somewhere and while trying to relief that, I fall down.
Doctor: Okay.
Me: The next moment they brought me to the hospital? Sir, India is growing fast.
Doctor: Indeed. (He pointing me towards the clock) check out the time
Me: Alas… it is 8 pm! Unbelievable, but a moment back it was just 11 am. Holy cow… I was senseless for more than ten hours! But believe me doctor, it seems just a second.
Doctor: That happens… okay, now how do you feel?
Me: Fresh and relax. But the experience is really nice doctor. By the by can I meet my family.
Doctor: Yes offcourse. But it is hard to believe that you were fallen from such a height. There is nothing a scratch like in your body. God has a bless on you dear. (Meanwhile he shouted the nurse for my parents.)


My parents and many others came inside the ICU and became happy to see me. I really went on doctor’s word that. Really, God has a bless on me. Or else how many have a chance to travel in the path of the light. And what I saw in the dream that became true. I met someone who really exists but we could not see him. The path was really amazing. There everything is quiet, calm, peaceful, heavenly and express less. I wish that I could never back from there, because the LIGHT AT OTHER SIDE is really awesome but family is family and everything is fare for them.


Time is not in rush there. Time is steady. Just see… I stayed there for a while but that was crossed more than eight hours, here. I can say in my father’s term as bellow;

One year in mortal world = A day for “Pitrulok”
One year in “Pitrulok” = A day for “Devlok”
One year in “Devlok” = A day for “Bramhalok”
One year in “Bramhalok” = A day for “Vishnulok”


Science also says those who travel in light-year speed are immortal. They never get old. They have enough power and energy. That is why what I spent there for a fraction of second in light path took eight hour time in this real world. The creator’s creation is implausible good. It is hard to beat the nature and know it. The more you explore, the more pleasure you get but the more confusion that will create. All his creation are unreachable, they are too pretty. Each single creation can steal your heart (eg: Men and Women are best creation and both are mad for each other.). If we explore more in it, we will discover more and the diversion of life will start. Mind can take the pressure for some extend but after that so called social animal counting him as mad.


I really, am thanking to the God that he gave me a chance to travel in the Light path. I have an unforgettable pleasant moment of life, which a few can achieve in their life time. Really Light at the other side is awesome.

Fox-Angel

“You lost, nothing has lost. Once character has lost, everything has lost.”

Life without fame is meaningless. No matter, which way that is, building fame matters. A child always born with a bare body, it might have a silver spoon or golden spoon in its mouth or just like a normal baby. But it is obvious that have to do struggle to leave its impact. Many people born. But only a few can able to make others to chant their name. That is their aptitude of controlling the attribute and attitude. Nevertheless, that is social or anti-social, making significant bang and leaving foot prints are essential.

God has made a wonderful creation, i.e. human being with a never changed rule, ‘the opposites attract each other.’ Since the beginning of human life, the fragrance of Eve is always sensational for Adam and vice-verse. It is hard to find a person who exceeds this prime norm of nature. We made some norms for the smooth execution of social life, but the term “evil” cannot be underestimated. The creator has opened all options and weapons for its child; it is their aptitude of whole attributes. For someone their dignity is important where as others like to grow anyways. It is always good to lead a balance life, by executing all norms of society but angels and devils are siblings. They never go depart. They stay together.

Earlier I was staying as a paying guest. There is a ladies hostel besides my building. I always notice girls’ movement to fetch a girl. After noticing for three-four days I found a girl, which flattens me. She is a holy angel. She can hypnotize any one at any point of time. Let me tell you a millions of beautiful would have died on her birth. Face is so glowing of color yellow and shape is like full moon. As if the clouds are stepped down in her hair to make her more beautiful. The dirks of night always draw her eye liner. The ocean filled bluish depth in her eye. Nose is as beautiful as the orchid flower and purely straight and pointed. Ear is looking like half red sun. A rainbow like forehead looks pleasant from cleaves of cloudy hair. The gun man dropped his weapon to draw lips in blood, they are smooth. Lake of blood is taking the sun bath and shining all the time, makes other thirsty. The dawn had arrived to art the golden cheek. Half broken chin makes her more attractive. Reddish neck and teeth are like pearl. Chest is mountains and arms are slim trees. Belly is athletic and waist is like pot. Fingers are unbelievable and legs are like two poles. A complete package that every human’s desire.

I started following her from that moment. I found her name, Aditi. A beautiful name too, which I adore most. I am not a road side Romeo. I have no idea of fetching a girl. I took suggestion from my colleague and they advised to make friendship with her best friend. A detective in me born at that time, I found her best friend “Vicky”. She is beautiful too. I was trying to get close of her but she had some other intension. When she noticed, came to me and asked about my intension.

Vicky: who are you? And what is your problem?
Me: I am Raghab. I want your friendship.
Vicky: Why? Do I know you?
Me: Don’t know. I am staying in the building near you.
Vicky: So…
Me: So… nothing. If you think I am kind of your friend then make me your friend.
Vicky: What! Rubbish… I already have boy friend.
Me: Look ma’am. You misunderstand me. I am not saying you in that manner.
Vicky: (Looking from my top to bottom) what manner?
Me: I don’t have objection, that you have boy friend.
Vicky: Okay (She started by stopping me) let me think about you.
Then she started walking, without noticing my “Thanks”.
I was trembling at that time. But I was happy that I made something good. I couldn’t sleep that night. Next day was Saturday. I always get up early, so as that day. I went to the ground for some exercise, and while returning to home I saw the lady I met yesterday. I gave her smile and got a same in reply. I went to her and asked, “How are you?”
Vicky: I am fine. How are you?
Me: Fine too. Thank you.
(A silent played a good role and then I could not control my emotions and asked)
Me: Have you decided?
Vicky: (As if she doesn’t know anything) about what?
Me: Ma’am perhaps you have forgotten. Yesterday I asked your friendship.
Vicky: Oh… that. I know, that is why I am here.
Me: Thanks. So…
Vicky: So what. Are you free today?
Me: Yeah… I am. What any plan?
Vicky: yes, why not for a movie?
Me: offcourse.
Vicky: Please matinee show at Raghuleela.
Me: On your order.
Vicky: Bring three tickets.
Me: (became happy internally, that her best friend may come to the movie. But asked as if I am innocent.) Three… Why? Any of your friends are coming with us?
Vicky: Yes.
(We made the deal and left the place for the movie preparation.)

I went to the theater earlier, and booked the tickets as decided. I roamed here and there in the mall. I was happy. But that did not stay longer. I saw her with a man. They came to me and she introduced that boy as her boy friend. I face became pale. But with an artificial smile I greeted both of them. I had lost my interest in movie, but she was my path to my dream girl. We saw the movie. And completed but I was not there. I was thinking about Aditi. Her boy friend left her with me and he went away by saying he had some official work.

Vicky: So… I noticed you. You were uncomfortable.
Me: Yeah… a little. I am not open to stranger.
Vicky: I did not mean to bring him, but I thought let make your introduction with him.
Me: Yeah. You did right. So, now what is the plan?
Vicky: Shall we move to Juhu?
Me: Yeah. Anything for you ma’am.
(I shouted for a taxi. And fly to Juhu. I was mum that time and she was unstoppable. We visited there and left home at 10 pm.)

Meanwhile I had not noticed that she was trying to fix with me. I was new to share something about Aditi. We exchanged our contact numbers. I received a call at 1’ O’ clock midnight. And that was Vicky.

Vicky: Hey, this is me from this side.
Me: Hi. Haven’t you slept yet?
Vicky: No, why are you feeling sleepy?
Me: No… But it is already 1 am.
Vicky: Yes I know. But dear, this is the time to talk.
Me: Okay. Tell me.
Our conversations hold for more than an hour.

Next day I got a little late and found Vicky in my owner’s home. I surprised. She asked me for movie today, as I was new to her, I could not deny. I said okay and freshen up. We started for the movie. On the road, she wished me to meet with a boy as her boy friend. I surprised. Couldn’t think about what was going on! But I had to do that, as you know I was hypnotized. We met with that boy, and went to movie. During the movie she asked me to leave after the movie alone. I did as her wish.
Afternoon I got her call again. I told her straight about my unwillingness and why I was interested to make friendship with her. I came to know, Aditi was engaged and she got married after two months.

That lady, I can never forget her. Just in two days she managed her selves to meet with three boys. She is really a Fox-Angel.