THE HOPEWAY

Dipak's uncle had spina bifida since childhood. He had applied for euthanasia to the government, but it was rejected every time. Dipak's grandparents wanted to perform an amniocentesis. But  doctor uncle spoke against it and pronounced firmly that prenatal diagnosis was not good for the moral and ethical reasons. Then they couldn't understand him; neither were they expected so. But when they listened to the trombone played by their disabled son, they felt proud of him and ashamed of themselves. Since then they hated the word disabled; Dipak's uncle was more gifted, more able than many people. They understood then everybody in this world was worthy to be born. At first Dipak's family was fretful if Sam, his uncle could be viable. His neonatal conditions were worse. He could not even properly crawl due to an infirm spine. But the doctor uncle kept them abreast of new medical developments going on all around the world and in due time with proper care and instruments, h...

Dipak kept himself abreast of the recent occurrences around the world. He was more curious rather about the space and this esoteric universe in which this planet called earth is floating. Once his father, Mr Choudhary, took their family to a goyle. It was a narrow ravine. But it seemed so wonderful to Dipak that he used to draw pictures of it coming home. He had read in a stroy that the Greek gods had ichor in their bodies instead of blood. Dipak wondered how gods could have bodies and where they did stay. Standing upon the plinth in their worship room, he clandestinely one day peered at the calendars and photos of their gods and goddesses. He was checking whether they had veins on their limbs and if he could trace any sign of ichor from outside. But then it struck to him that their gods were not Greek. Later, Dipak's mother, Mrs Sarala, came to know about his small adventure and he got a great deal of rebuke for standing on the sacrosanct plinth.  Dipak had a frieze scarf woven by...

There was mildew upon the flower plants in his garden. He was a small child and loved to read about morays and walruses in his science books. Sometimes, he thought what if the universe be atomized some day. He wondered about the provenance of all of us - the nature, the human, all the animals, everything. This house seemed often a cloister to him, where he remained confined due to the lockdown. His uncle was a trombonist, who went under depression as he could not hold any public show for months. Doctor diagnosed him and informed parents that he had catarrh in his nose and throat. Dipak could not get what the doctor meant as he was small. He had seen grandpa using denture on lunch and dinner table. The set of white teeth was a piece of mystery and attraction to Dipak. He didn't know what catarrh was, but he at least knew one thing for certain - it was severely painful, because uncle Kush used to roar and flinch at night when catarrh did not let him sleep. Dipak's grandma cooked ...

He saw a stela upon the hill. He was a boy with tousled hair. He planned to double back to the hotel. A frieze was worn around his body. He knew that people here would try to bamboozle him if they spotted him alone in this place downhill. Once, he remembered, his father had picked an oyster from shoal of a river and gave it to him. Suddenly, he saw a shrivelled old man approaching towards him. Obviously no teleology of the world could assure him why the man was coming near him at this strange hour in this stranger place. His memory tried to rewind once again to that river bank with his father. Submersed in shallow water, his feet had been drenching. He had at first thought not to give the game away to his mother, yet he could not help his excitement of his little exploration. Later on that day, having got back to their hotel room, he had a heart to heart talk with his beautiful mother; perhaps, that was the last time, they had a talk per se. But his father had fallen short of bringing ...

The social theorists talk about breaking the status quo and bring in revolutionary ideas into implementation. They think that as a citizen, everybody of us must be active in exploring every avenue to usher in some changes, however slight they seem to be. The power or the authority, by fair or foul means, tries invariably to repress out free thinking either ideologically or by forceful means or by applying both. The government and ruling parties try to force upon the citizens. They think that people will operate at their beck and call. Whenever heroic persons embrace martyrdom on some red letter day, it is by denying the draconian rules and repressions of the state machinery. But the authority always has some secret conspiracy against the rebels up their sleeve. The freedom fighters act somewhat impulsively on the spur of the moment. Sometimes, they are accused if or mocked at as they build castle in the air in the sense that the revolutionary persons dream of organizing a utopian socie...

Many people have secrets up their sleeves. However, sometimes, on the spur of the moment, they happen to talk about those secrets. We should not build castle in the air. Rather, we must begin working for fulfilling our sought after dreams. If you think that you are all at sea, think and think more about it, spend time on it. Never hit anybody below the belt. If you have courage, fight face to face. Don't go to any pot luck dinner. Those who pull strings and get things done are never reliable. They exploit you for small benefits. Try to keep your head calm and quiet. We all are running in the same groove. Nobody knows when, where, or how, a friend and enemy will come across each other. Try to look at situations from bird's eye view. We often slip up in fits and starts. If you finish working on something, close the book. Many memories cut no ice. Still, we keep remembering them unnecessarily. We have to cut our teeth in many aspects, because as much we would gain experience about...

If you think yourself brave, never hit below the belt, but fight face to face. Don't arrange a pot luck dinner where the invitees have to bring their own food. Don't depend on some politiian pulling strings to get your job. Always try to keep your head in adverse situations. This world is not that big and we oftentimes run in the same groove. Always try to look at life from bird's eye view. Don't do anything in fits and starts if you have taken its responsibility. Before closing the book permanently, observe and evaluate every nook and cranny of the work. If it cuts no ice, only then declare the work as finished, but not prior to that. You have to cut teeth in certain field in this life. But if you fear its carrot and stick before doing it, you can never complete it. Never grease anybody's palms to get some position. If you deserve that, you will nonetheless achieve even at sixes and seven. Don't rely on close shaves all the times. People will be hostile to us, ...

I always try to observe life from bird's eye view. We slip up in fits and starts in this life many times indeliberately. But we should close the book of the past that cuts no ice in our present. We must be ready everytime to cut teeth and live afresh. I know I shall face both carrot and stick from a venture. But it should not necessarily compel me to lose head or bear bad blood to someone. I will never grease palms to get something done or achieve some position that I do not deserve. There is no use in crying over the spilt milk. You will have close shave from danger; nonetheless, never rush in where angels fear to tread. Never leave someone in the lurch if you have promised to be at sixes and seven beside that person. We have no right to sit in judgment and take someone to task on account of his or her mistakes. Never forget all mortals are prone to err and nobody knows what awaits in the offing for us. You may stand now as the delegate of the ideal perfect human on earth, but lif...

The policy of carrot and stick is implemented by teachers to teach pupils lessons. Some unworthy students try to grease teachers' palms to get good marks. Backbenchers like to have a close shave from failing the exam. Sometimes there is bad blood among the top category studious pupils and the lower marks students. It is no use to cry over spilt milk because after getting the marksheet in hand one can't do anything about it. If someone consistently fails in an exam, family also leaves him or her in the lurch. Relatives then gather around to sit in judgment. Along with them, the neighbours also take her to task. In such a devastating scenario, a student, if he is worthy to be called a student, must not lose head. Whenever life is at sixes and seven, one must keep calm. Always the student must remember that s/he is not a delegate of anyone else. If one does not have sufficient latitude in life, snatch it. Everybody slips up in life. When you think eschatology, all your fears withe...

The society is full of hoity-toity people. Their attitudes of pomposity is banal to some extent. They do not know how to bridle their arrogance. They can hurtle you to the slough of inferiority complex. These nags are not human proper per se. 

This blog is like a diary to me. I try to frame sentences by using the unknown words I write down with synonyms everyday. But there are some words which I fail to apply as they happen to be so out of context that I cannot drag them to get relevant or topical. For instance, this word enthalpy. It means a measure of the heat content of a chemical or physical system in thermodynamics. But sadly I do not have anything to do with that branch of studies. Still, I endeavour all the times incessantly to liaise a word with a sentence. Often some wonderful thought pops up or transpires due to this relentless effort. No doubt, it is a serendipitous effort. This particular word 'serendipitous' was being used today frequently by Prof. Sekhar Bandyopadhyay in the conversation with Dr Anirban Bandyopadhyay. It was really an enthralling session whence I come to learn about many unknown things. I also asked a query about the difference between assimilation and integration, the context of which ...

I do not have to hurtle all the times. I will go slow. Going slow does not mean frittering away my precious time. Rather it provides me with the opportunity to optimize my skills and enhance my affectivity. Literature is not only information, but also a peculiar study of the affects that drive human conducts. The socio-cultural imaginary that constitute much of the thinking pattern of a specific constituency also come under the rubric of study of literature. So during this sojourn, which is quite unprecedentedly prolonged, I must maturate myself to a whole new level. It is palpable that my vocabulary skills have improved a lot in view of this quotidian custom of practising. To some extent everyone is a nomad - either in mind, or in outside world. Often this nomadic state of affairs caters to build an independent sense of self-identity that growing up being cuddled does not help much about. Our identities are transversal. For example, I am a student in University, Hindu in caste, poor i...

Nomadic independence is not blessed with all. We live with transversal identities. Our Indian society is androcentric. It tries to wad the lives of women. After a long flight from Delhi to New York, passengers feel a jet lag. The idea of banishing the poets from his ideal city-state in Republic by Plato was originary. The anti-national endeavours at sedimentation of Indian states are detrimental to the national integrity. Many people enjoy plentitude of wealth. The rate of discrimination between richness and poverty is increasing exponentially. There is an asteroid between the orbits of Earth and Mars called Amor. The criminals and antisocial people should be busted by the police. An unprecedented spat took place between the two parties. The moratorium of the exam provides the meritorious students some more time to prepare. The incumbent CM of West Bengal does not deserve the position. The abrogation of her corrupt government is the need of the hour. She and her ministers her reneging ...

The unsocial junks should be busted by the police. They often get involved in unnecessary spats. The farmers should be given moratorium by the government in paying off their debt. The incumbent Prime Minister has taken a number of intrepid decisions that the former used to even hesitate to think about. The abrogation of special rights for J&K is one of them. I hope his government will not renege the country as has been done by the earlier alliance government. However, the issue of employment is still a backburner. Demonetization was not a facile step. Further, the recent farmers' bill is not a mere panoply, but genuinely seeks to optimize the state of affairs of the poor debt-ridden farmers. But the dumb masses are too gullible, convincible, and malleable; the opposition parties are trying to indoctrinate against the positive measures being taken by the incumbent power. Even the injunction to slaughter cow has had a practical reason that the ultra-secular Indians do not care to...

No injunction should be decreed as to the right to speech of citizens. This monstrous pandemic is a memento mori to all of us. Life is not so sacrosanct, proved by this, as we are used to think. Time is not something to fritter away. Rather it need be invested in some function of utility. We should not shrink ourselves from the unknown fear of waiver. The situation may not so danksome that we consider it to be. Who is not an inchoate in the affairs of life. But then don't be dilatory. Do your work on time. Even if we don't want, we have to be martinet in the harsh walks of existence. Don't get nonplussed by the mishaps or miracles. Both may happen simultaneously. Our characters are porous, but we are to live with that or die. Sometimes, life does not offer you a larger vestibule to ponder over your faults. Don't squander your precious time away by perpending upon tenuous subjects. Many events happen as corollaries. They can cast spurious impacts upon your psyche. Don...

The 🐒's brain is danksome. She behaves inchoately. Even her learning skill is also dilatory. I have to often, though unintentionally, guide her like a martinet. The 🐒 becomes nonplussed by my rudeness. But I know that I am being rude now for her good later. She is like a porous cup in which however much you pour tea, it will all flow through the pores. The vestibule in front of my room is very narrow. I doubt if this 🐒 who dreams to stay with me for the rest of her life can adjust well. She is a small tenuous little 🐒. Her rage is as corollary as the mice in my room. Sometimes, her effort to please me anyhow sounds so spurious and risible that I cannot suppress myself from guffaw. The 🐒 thinks that she is going to be the future custodian of our future 🏠. But my plan is to efface her existence from my life by clandestinely doing away with her. The 🐒 loves self-appraisal extremely, not unlike other such monkeys. But I know for certain that this creature is my only sheet anchor...

Don't judge anybody's effort if it is porous or perfect. When you need a room, don't worry about vestibule. Such doubts are very tenuous. Peace of mind is not a corollary, it should be a companion. Stop chasing spurious pleasures. Always remember, you are only the custodian of this body; the genuine owner is Somebody else. Try to efface your mind of all the bygone worries, anxieties, and anguishes. Favour yourself by making a new appraisal of your personal development. Your character is the only sheet anchor that will accompany you through your ups and downs. Never hinge on insubstantial prognosis by some smug astrologer. Relay your statement of determination not through words, but by works. Throw unnecessary facts or experiences into obsolescence. A luminue path is awaiting your eagerness. Ordain your actions by your own conscious, advertent decisions. Don't think of obituary during lifetime.

We are the custodian of our culture and traditions. The invasion of science and technology has hurled a challenge by effacing the traditional heritages by degrees. These age-old rites and rituals must need a new kind of appraisal in our modern life style. Family especially parents are the only reliable sheet anchor in our lives. Nobody can make a correct prognosis about future. So, don't suppress, but relay the immanent anxieties. Any belief, if it is not cast into obsolescence by Time, is modern and relevant. The luminue power of belief can transform behavioural patterns. Follow the ordained path of the Almighty. Don't waste your time by thinking what will be scripted or scribbled on your obituary. Try to sacralize your mind and heart and soul as much as possible. Problems of astronomical measure will pursue you. But we have to be stalwart and confront them dauntingly. The apogee awaits the worthy only. Slough off this inertia and hinge on your inner energy. Everybody is bless...

Live such a life that one can write on your obituary that though you were not the perfect person, you were the happiest one. God has ordained this entire universe to His will. It must have some luminue purpose. Knowledge is one of those rarest powers that never fail, until it goes into obsolescence. In communication we relay information, but in conversation not much important talk happens. Build a personality as daunting as A. P. J. Abdul Kalam. Try to reach an apogee rarely achieved by the commoners. But to succeed thus, you need to be a stalwart like Swami Vivekananda. Be always prepared for astronomical sacrifices which sincerely sacralize our souls. Get rid of this inertia that will drive your future to darkness. Take responsibilities and perform tasks with such sincerity that people will hinge upon you. Never think yourself an additive in this world. Truncation of self-confidence is utterly detrimental. Be that person who dare convene the successful people whenever you need. The q...

To sacralize our mind, we need an astronomical determination and stalwart resolution. It is an imperative to expunge the impurity in our thought process. A daunting demeanour can overturn failure into achievement. The apogee of life is not a phase of inertia, but the moment when you are the busiest. We must not linger and keep hinging upon ideas to come and enrich our brain. Rather, we should spawn the work. The ideas will flow and follow automatically and intuitively. Slothful moments are to be truncated and energetic activism has to be convened more and more. I never consider any endeavour, however irrelevant it seems, to be an additive. Often I may appear risible to others prima facie. My works may look romps to them. But to handle the Chimera of crises in life, implement your esemplastic power of imagination to reality. Without heterodox ideas, how can we pay the arrears of those hopeful persons around us who have poured all their dreams and aspirations upon us. It is not adventiti...

Inertia is one of the vices that cannot only destruct, but distract also from our desideratum. Prima facie it may seem to be taking some moments off to enjoy life. But in the long run small stuff start influencing future career. We must take care of optimizing the additive qualities so that we do not have to hinge on others in coming days. Truncation of distractions is an imperative. By convening all optimistic superlative virtues, individually we must fight against our own immanent foes. Nonetheless, it is a risible matter to wave off precious time and mourn later for that. There is no space for romp left in a life with serious target to achieve. To confront the Chimera of crises, we should hold on to our ineluctable principles. Ineffable effects can be palpable of quotidian habits like writing diary. Peroration to learn points to the summation of growth. Conversely, the pukka bonanza is not mere learning, but applying. Therefore, practice is a wholesome requisite to induct success in...

The quadrivium that existed in the middle ages, such as, geometry, astronomy, arithmetic, and music were a curriculum that can optimise the mentation potential of a subject. But such a citizen, well aware and knowledgeable, is a threat to an oligarchy. The risible coups that power involves in perpetrating when wise people rise in society, are left as nothing but mere meaningless romps. State machinery, compared as Leviathan by Hobbes, can be affiliated with rather a Chimera, the Greek monster creature with two heads of lion and goat, the body of a goat, and tail of a serpent. There are many arrears to be paid to the helpless homeless poor citizen from whom the draconian government has snatched the minimum means to survive. I perpend that power has an esemplastic power in itself qua it can mould the masses and provide new shapes, like anti-national, Maoist or Naxal. Such adventitious and momentous agency is handed down to a bunch of fundamentalists by the people themselves. Any heterodo...

We live and breathe with many arrears of so many people around us that we cannot even imagine. The esemplastic power of imagination can help us to memorize the contributions from adventitious sources to help us optimize ourselves. This train of mentation, I'm well aware, is quite heterodox from the smug weltanschauung. The cunning world is invariably foraying coups to intimidate you and let you conform the majoritarian discourse.

Many coups have been attempted against terrorism till now by several countries. Some were successful, some were not. However, the beau monde who have never confronted the grunts and grenades of the masked terrorists, mindlessly declaim the assassination of the unscrupulous murderers through their monotonous and ambiguous philippics. The pukka paladins are not those blamers or complainers, but our militia, who keep fighting to their last breath in order to defend us, protect our nation. But criticism is ineluctable, however noble or loyal you are to your country, your nation. Our socio-political climate is sclerotic. It never optimize itself, like a stagnant pool of muddy water. Conversely, the young generation is rushing behind sizzling teleological transient temptations of the external world. They have forgotten to look inside. They reach the peroration to a phenomenon too expeditiously. Their ultimate desideratum is to pluck the fruit anyhow, by hook or crook. Prima facie they are mo...

A political system prima facie may look democratic. But immanently it may be anything but wholesome for the citizenry. A snippet from Tagore's poem is reminiscent - "Where the head is held high". The power politics, though not palpable, is a site of conflictual interests. Petitio principii does not work here. It is a bonanza to optimize one's wealth status, bank balance. Even the lower level clerks are also inducted by political influence or monetary stimulus. To have a political support is a diaphragm in this society. In today's world ineffable occurrences are taking place every day. Life has become expeditious by the forays of science and technology. A modicum of acumen in technology functions as a catalytic to build career. Having shelved teleological approaches to life, one must confront the major balks. Life is filled with difficult payloads. It is a dilution of tragedy and comedy. But what is germane is to keep oneself busy. Troubles are the greatest precept...

Our knowledge must be optimised every single day. It is a diaphragm to oblivion. Those who are knowledgeable only are inducted into the prestigious platform of academia. Research activities offer a bonanza of knowledge which one must explore to enhance analytic acumen. Wisdom is not palpable. It is mustered through years of knowledge and pragmatic experience. There are some persons who have ineffable wisdom, as instance Sadhguru. In today's expeditious life style, where teleological affairs are provided more import than spiritual attainment, ennui is catalytic. It must be shelved from thought. One must make forays into undug areas of knowledge, not only to know things but also to encourage the epistemological process itself. Knowledge is not a balk, rather it is a payload that assists in propelling our mental calibre. It is germane to waylay any real life problem with idea and intelligence. A modicum of study bears fruitful conclusions. One should not bother about claptraps and bea...

Ineffable attempts have been made by the Puritan writers to declaim poetry. With the aid of their expeditious acumen, these catalytic writers venture advertently to impose moral dogmas upon the masses, by stifling the vox populi. They shelve and dodge the descriptions of the germane virtues poetry bestows. Rather, they deliberately concoct a dilution of defamation to cast against poetry. The orthodox preceptors of moral policing stand as a massive and momentous balk against the literary writers and aficionados. While the literary persons make forays into unexplored regions of esemplastic imagination, as literature is no doubt a wonderful bonanza of fancy, the rigid preceptors time and again endeavour to waylay the progress. The teleological dialogues in which the Puritan critics immerse themselves regarding poetry since antiquity are testified by the great defenders of poetry as mere claptraps. They could sparsely deliver a modicum of reasonable arguments against poetry. Plato, the for...

A teleological perspective of the material world proves the hollowness of existence. An ontological crisis may immanently operate behind this issue. A foray to survey the recent phenomena can be germane. The balk of momentous massive payload an epistemological venture incurs in studying the societal circumstances in today's world is not only exhaustive, but a modicum of risque invariably persists. The garbled dilution of cultures and value systems conflicting against each other is neutralizing and nullifying each other. It waylays the deeper nuances within that zone of hiatus between generations. The lacuna is as much in the locus as in the surface. For example, who is the pukka  preceptor or forebear who can proffer an articulate way to get rid of this undulating distance among generations.

Human life is undulating. Sometimes sorrows turn it comatose, or joie de vivre renders it felicitous the other times. Some momentous watersheds invariably and often inadvertently appear that append new regalia to our memories. In comparison to this experience, then, all other moments seem shoddy, not worth living for. It's not some articulate demagoguery that I'm chattering about. It's a fact, a phenomenon of existence. You may perpend that I've gone berserk. But life is a garbled thing replete with bizarre stuff that are inexplicable. Nobody can depicture a life that can be called immanently impeccable. Some bumpkin can pop up and begin holler out that he has counted all the stars and learn the whole cosmology, but a sane one knows the truth that nobody knows it all. 

Poets are the legislators. Sidney perpended that. During that period, in the late sixteenth century, the only means of amusement was poetry. Now don't ask - why, drama was also there. At that time, play were being written in poetic forms. So dramas were also one type of poetry. This argument in today's world is synonymous with cinema. The directors and actors depicture a style or fashion statement that becomes the law of the day. A shoddy bumpkin who cannot afford healthy food purchases any item endorsed by his favourite actor. This is a berserk time. Felicitous arguments do not hold water nowadays. Libidinous desires are immanent within everyone. When it pops up exogenously and starts affecting the day to day life with bawdry, then we are stirred awake.

Owing to the shoddy construction of many shabby viaducts, plenty of lives are wasted in accidents. Afterwards, the people in charge, subsuming the minister, local MLA, construction engineer, designer, and supplier, lay forth some garbled explanations and get rid of the accountability. The illiterate, unaware masses remain aloof like a bunch of bumpkins, while the navvy enjoy throughout their entire lives through endosymbiosis. This destiny has turned into an immanent characteristic of the populace. Everybody knows that a momentous revolution is needed to bring about a felicitous transformation. But nobody is prepared to step forward. The riff-raff are engaged in enjoying the bawdry popular culture and ménage à trois of pornography, commercialism, and fanaticism. The kiosks of nudity and obscenity are invariably open to all. In order to propitiate the instinctual urges and negotiate with the materialistic unfulfilled desires of the conscious and subconscious, every citizen is straitenin...

Many people are there who venture to irritate you. But don't be so. They are petty irritants. This pandemic ambience has rendered the human affairs nebulous. Our preparations were going well. But now, many of them have been led to detour. This crisis is bloated by the economic travails. Imminent poverty and uncertainty are moping around. I am altogether and invariably avid about my career, my future, family, and finance. I am not going to stand in front of this kiosk of penury for the whole day. The factious sections of society are maneuvered as tools of boosting up the vote bank by the y politicians. We have to remember that experience foregoes knowledge. And no bullion of gold can substitute the momenous seriousness of a country carrying within its 'time' the unrestful pasts of. The politiians vicariously make someone into scapegoat and fire their guns on others' shoulders. The masses ,on the other hand, are miserably straitened due to this situation. The hortatory pe...

There are people spasmodically dispersed in the bank. Two small queues are there in front of the first cash counter and the cash manager. Sometimes before I came across Sagnik. I never considered him as a friend, but a classmate only. He is too inimical to be a friend. A Santhal woman fell out with some people standing in the line in front of the kiosk of the cash manager. She was accompanied by her daughter. Now they have gone. She felt herself deprived as the cash manager had initially sent her to some other counter and now as she has been out of queue, the people there were not allowing her to enter into the line again. Now the crowd is not that much congested. But the hoopla has not been reduced. The man in the cash counter three is convincing some recalcitrant one in the queue. Now I'm sure that the people sitting eternally over here will take the seats with them. Right now a lad just left the seat with some pain and uneasiness. Here is a boy who is constantly chattering and m...

There is a scarsity of irritants surrounding us. They make our aims nebulous. They take their entrance with some great abstract ideas or elevated sentiments. But actually it is their domino. In reality, these good-for-nothing materials take us to detours. They bloat everyday with greater extent. However much, we mope around for our lost causes, our defeated battles, we never can retrieve that lost tide. Avid readers are hortatory persons because they understand the real value of time. They do not run behind futile bawdries. However you strive to propitiate your guiding star and bend the curves of lines on your palm, destiny is not predestined. It depends soley on your present decisions and actions. A dollop of rice and ladle of curries can aid you reach your acme. You need not consume elixirs of wealth all the while to wear the mantle of achievement. Moralities are not passé, as many take it. Amongst the glitz of prosperity, slick arson of lecherousness sneaks into and expedite your de...

There are many irritant detours in every sphere of our life. Internet is such a boon of technology that, if not utilised properly, it will change life into a mere nebulous lump of incidents. Tragedy will bloat and we will mope around them. If you are an avid reader of motivational stories, you must notice that in the life of every great person, there was no palace but a kiosk to start with. Let factious people distend about their insignificant achievements in remote past. Success foregoes pride. Even a bullion of heavy gold cannot weigh down your sense of pride if you are worthy of it. Do not venture or even expect to taste the flavour of success vicariously through someone else. Taste it by yourself. Never remain straitened between hesitatant decisions. Rather, be decisive, defenestrating all dilemmas. The vitriol of manic people all around you must not break you down. Don't give ears to the petty brickbats. They mostly are proteans, changing their shapes once you achieve your goa...

All the crises of our lives must be defenestrated by our persistency and determination. Psychedelic, baseless dreams must not turn our journey nebulous and detoured to wrong ways. We must remain sedate in our endeavours all along. The terrestrial, materialistic pursuits deviate us. Some situations in life hurl us into hilarious sitcoms and sometimes we are hellenized or elevated to novel planes of beauty and grace. Some parts of your mind must retain their privacy and remain clandestine. In the throes of sorrows we must not break down in utter frustration. New, diverse entrants will be coming and going all through our existence. But this does not mean that owing to them, we should expedite our rhythm of living. The composure of mind must not be lost at any cost. This blog of mine is not an erudite deliberation on the moralities of living; rather, it's a viaduct through which you can connect with my way of thinking or looking at life as I live it. Some actions of life have no fixed ...

The snollygoster politicians cause nuisance and hence they should be defenestrated from the system altogether. But inadvertently the populace itself votes them to power. They excite psychedelic fancies and canard promises to allure the public. They project a sedate representation on the surface, but there is a clandestine desire within them to destroy the peace and harmony of the land and spread arson of violence. Even when they fail to grab opportunities in one party, they never hesitate to defect to the enemy side anytime. They never compromise with narrow self-interests, even if when the country's prestige is connected. They keep abreast the fact that to provide ephemeral jouissance to the illiterate, unaware masses, what they need is only an entertaining vitriol, illogical hoopla, and protean brickbat.