A special day

The alarm clock rang and it was 5 pm in the evening....Actually Raj didn't have the habit of sleeping in the afternoon but it was the reaction of the last night's awakeness...From a few months often Raj is noticed to be awake till late night and murmuring something to himself....

yup..Raj is mad.....................................mad in love...with a girl in his English tuition and he had been trying to propose that girl from a long time but have failed miserably...one thing or the other comes in between..But today he had made it a point that he wont come back like the other days..Today will be a special day...........................

Raj had practised a lot what to say and how to propose her love, Sukanya.. With several doubts in his mind like which dialogue will be better and all he started his journey towards the tuition which is 20 mins walking distance from his house....He reached the class entered inside...........Sukanya had not come yet....He waited fr her arrival....and waited long...
But after waiting really long he asked the teacher.." Maam , sorry to interrupt you but will you start taking the class without Sukanya...She has not arrived yet.."

Maam stared at Raj a bit, making him nervous ,as to whether maam came to know about his feelings ...and then she said.."No she is not coming...She wont attend further classes.."

"Why maam???"was the helpless and frightened question asked..as he thought Sukanya had come to know about her and changed her batch or something........

But the answer given by the teacher changed many things in Raj's life...

She said.."Sukanya had fled away with another boy...You may say eloped away..and they got married..."

The day was really a special one...Raj never forgot that...

Getting tagged in a wrong way

Have u seen the new application added in the orkut...(tagging ur friends photos)..????

If u haven't lemme tell you about this and if u already have had seen that and tagged someone lemme tell you something also..But well the first thing first....

How to tag ::::

Its very simple .Just go to ur photos or your friends photo and select the tag option given there and select a portion of that photo (say a friend's face) and tag that one by naming him and you can only do that if he/she is in orkut. You select the name from ur friend list and tag that person and you can do it for urself too(then u can see the photo in "photos of me" application added in ur profile recently)


Whats the idea:::


The idea of the application is that someone viewing your photos can know the name of the person u tagged by moving his cursor over the photo and by clicking on the tagged part( ur friend's face) he will land on the person's profile. Sometimes we happen to see a group photo and it happens that maybe we like a person in that photo and maybe in our heart we hope in a whisper that if it was possible to know that person or if that person was in orkut!!

ORKUT HAS MADE THAT POSSIBLE......

U like someone in a photo u r viewing and luckily he/she is tagged by someone , u can just reach the person's profile in a click and send a friend request.

Now the main part and the conclusion :::::


Now suppose you are a person who doesn't like to give ur photo in the net , and u happen to get tagged by someone unknowingly , getting viewed by everyone and people even maybe saving ur photos in their pc and using it further in wrong ways...

U CAN'T EVEN HAVE A RELIEF IF YOU ARE IN A GROUP PHOTO AND CAN GET TAGGED AND VIEWED BY ALL...

BUT THTS WHAT ADVANCED NETWORKING IS ALL ABOUT AND YOU HAVE TO BE OUT OF IT IF YOU ARE SO SCARED.....

P.S: REMEMBER MY LAST POST.. LIFE AT A CLICK

Life at a click

Well recently there is a big fuss about the networking sites like orkut and all.People cant accept the fast growth of the new trend to make friendships with unknown strangers which the parents are often heard to warn their wards about ... but orkut had made this look much more atrractive and newcoming..The latest cool fashion is having an acoount and making more and more friends getting cool ratings by them , accepting testimonials and increasing virtual fans......make the new generation look much more popular...

These networking sites are in the news more because of the recent murder that took place. But the point I want to say is that murders used to take place much before the networking sites were in hype and even terrorism took place a lot..The main hype is about accepting a new trend..There is always a controversy in doing that.

I want to give a short example which I heard somewhere.......

Millions of years back in China rule was imposed that they have to keep their hair long like the females..ppl cudn't accept that and there was rebellion and millions died in that..and several years after that again a rule was imposed that the men would have to keep their hair short in order to be distuinguished easily from females..again rebellion took place and millions died in that....

So the point is that nobody can accept sudden changes and new trends...so be cool and easy guys..

End of (hostel) life!!!!!!!!!!!

Life without a hostel is something you cant imagine of..atleast in my case its the scenerio...Still remember those days in childhood when mom used to impose her rules on me saying "if you don't follow them I wud send u to hostel/boarding school". I used to be scared at the very thought of separation from my parents but really a time came when I had to stay in a hostel and complete my graduation in marine engineering. At first I thought that I am goin to face my biggest fear of my life to avoid which I have been stopping myself from doing many naughty things in the past which I could have done...

It was the time I saw my mom crying, leaving me was such a punishment for her...I realized that she had been lying all these years that she would have send me to a hostel..That is something she could have never done , she loves me a lot. But now it was a question of my career so she was made to understand.

A journey to a new life began. Living in a hostel teaches you many things. I feared it the most as I heard that you are made to work there like a slave and you have to do everything on your own..In childhood I was so dependent on my parents I thought it to be the severe most punishment for me. But now I felt that in life you have to be dependent and a day would come when you will have to do things on your own.. You are not going to be a slave in a hostel but yea you need to do things and managing your needs on your own..and thats something you got to learn....

My college gave me the four most fruitful years of my life. Getting friends who became brothers because staying together eating together like a family can never go in vain..Gradually I fell in love..... It was my hostel my friends and my college which gave me a new beginning.. I learnt many things from them shared a lot with happiness and never found myself lonely when I needed a shoulder to share my problems....Next came the biggest fear of my life...the time to get separated as my four year course was on a verge of end. This was the fear of losing my home my family my brothers ............................... my college...

See the irony of my life ......................... feared the two opposite things..one going to the hostel and the other end of hostel life...............Both came and made me fight with my greatest fear....

I will always cherish the sweet memories of my college days..and I am still optimistic as I think it is the end of hostel life but not the end of life...rather I would say its a great beginning to something new.....

Subho Nobo borsho................

Well on this very auspicious day of the bengali new year , I greet all of my bengali and non bengali friends .................

Its a very special occasion for me and just hoping that it becomes a very memorable year for all of u....

Without extending it too much I would end this post .....and would once again wish all of u a subho nobo borsho...............

How to love ??

A girl remains unmarried until and unless she feels that she is unmarried. The marriage taken place in front of everyone is just a social marriage. When your heart beats only for a single person you know you are in love and when this love from bothsides equally grow so strong that you can believe your partner more than yourself then you be sure that you both are married , although may be not socially.Many people live a single's life even after being married as they are unable to adjust with the other half.As many say-------------- LOVE IS FRIENDSHIP , I believe marriage is all about love. Without love there can't be a stable marriage.

Let me talk about Rik, an ordinary lover withusual desires. He wanted to marry a girl who would love him , not his money or position or what he is . Rik wanted someone under whose company he would find himself too much secured.The best way to love or show your love for your beloved is learn to believe.The more you believe your partner the more love you get from the other side. When you start believing your partner u get it back with the interest of love.

Learn to respect your partner .

If you show respect you will get the same back.But that doesn't mean wishing in the same way you do when you meet your class teacher. This respect is the care for her values and her rights.

Learn to sacrifice for your love.

Obviously these things can only come from your inside when you get similar feedback from the other side .I know that you should not expect anything from anybody but Everythins fair in.....Its actually a gr8 feeling to fall in love my friend. Its like having someone so close to you,someone to care for you , someone to wish you good morning however bad the morning be, someone to feel sad at your unhappiness , and someone to cheer you up in need.Its actually a gr8 feelin to fall in love my friend.

You may be sad
You may be glad
But you know
For you there is someone
Who is totally mad........................................

Trustworthy!!

13 yr old Ritu was too excited for the Darjeeling trip. Her exams were over one week before and she was just dying to go out for some tour which her father had promised before. Well it was a Friday and she was on the peak of her excitement. Her parents and she had already boarded the train and sat on their respective seats after keeping the luggage in the safe place. She had taken her favourite window seat despite anybody else's permission. She had been searching for some same age group passenger so that she can have a good time pass. But after few minutes of ransacking with her eyes she found no results. Suddenly she realised that she was hungry. She had not taken her lunch properly due to the excitement of her much awaited dream coming true. She asked for the tiffin that her mother had packed for the journey. They prefer home food rather than the junk food found in the platforms. They are really bad for health. They know that. The moment she opened the tiffin box and found the mouth glittering sandwitches she saw a thin bony hand covered with dust coming in through the train window. It was a hand of a poor child of nearly her age. Ritu asked unknowingly," What do you want from me ? I have no money. Its with my father."The child without changing her ex-pressions said," food."She added," I have not ate for 3 days."Ritu , who was always of kind nature forwarded her tiffin box without a word. She felt more pleasure in seeing the poor child defet her hunger than having those sandwitches herself. The anonymous poor child ate without even stopping for a while and finished all the food. Ritu was delighted at the sight but her feelings changed when she found that the child after eating the food, glimpsed at the tiffin box and ran fast with it and within a moment she lost in the crowd. Ritu felt like crying. She knew that she will get a thrashing from her parents for her activity but to add to that she felt betrayed. She felt shattered. She will not believe anyone from now. If this was the price that she had to give for being kind then she will change her attitude. The train was about to leave and some tears rolled down her eyes thinking of the bashing she will get. The whistle blew and the train started. What a way to start a trip. Suddenly she found the same hand coming in through the window holding the tiffin box. She was wondering the reason of her coming back and found the answer herself. The child had gone to wash the tiffin box for her. She could do only that in return. Ritu took the tiffin box from the child and the running feet stopped. The child only waved her hand standing on the platform. That was the only way she could say," THANK YOU!!!!!!"
SOURCE : HEARD SOMEWHERE , RECENTLY RECALLED BY MY SISTER.