Goodbye

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Beautiful, Slim, Sexy, 28, Unmarried.
For the last 10 years, nothing changed in her shaadi.com profile, not even her age.
Today, she is ready to say goodbye to her profile, as someone is at last going to marry this fat 38 year old manglik woman, just because he loves her. Though death frightens him.

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Wish

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Today, I had an Ice Cream,
In your favorite ice cream parlor,
Your favorite flavor,
They also played your favorite music
Taking me back to the days,
Which were favorite to both of us
I just wished that you were with me
I wish you had not left me
Alone in this ruthless world
I still remember
Your body cold
and your smile sweet
Just like the ice cream
I wish I hadn't killed you

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The Journey Till Now

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Today, I sat down writing my autobiography. I know all of you will be laughing at this very idea. I m not a great man that someone will get inspired by me. So, why am I writing this? I don't know. Perhaps it is Vipul coming up with an weird image for Blog-a-ton 6, or perhaps it is a tip I got at the starting of BAT. He told me once don't ever think what are you writing, just sit in front of the screen and let the fingers roll. so I thought of respecting his views. After all, he is the Founder Marshall.

Well, where do I start and what do I write? I have been hopeless all my life. There is nothing new. But, I came to know that I have am a confused person all my life. At the beginning of the story, I wanted to become Superman. Then I had to drop that idea when I came to know he is fictional character. Then I wanted to become an Inspector, but it did not even last 15 minutes when I was told by my brother that you need to healthy for that and I was grossly underweight and that was no secret to me. I also wanted to become a wicket-keeper like Kiran More at one time. Somehow, I could not figure out how did that thought came into my mind, as I sucked in all aspects of cricket, even at being an audience. Then I wanted to become a Tennis player but that was just due to an infatuation for Monica Seles. I came to know about that soon when I saw Shabnam Kaur Ma'm. She was our drawing teacher when we were in Class IV. She was my first love. Well, let us not it here. I mentioned her as she made me like photography. She was a very good photographer. I still remember the Pentax camera, forgot the model.

I did not have a camera, but I still wanted to become a photographer. I used to read books based on photography. When I was in class X, my brother bought a compact camera, Konica POP EF-80 from the money he got after his Upanayan Ceremony. I was very happy. Now, when I notice that I did not even thank him. I was very selfish. With that camera I started clicking photographs. As a roll was very expensive for a student I used to photograph in meetings and I used to save 2-3 snaps from it. I even attended National level workshops with that camera. My friends thought me silly but I never cared and attended those workshops. In one such workshops, I met the owner of Shillong Studio and he taught me how to develop b/w rolls. He even told me that he would teach me color. But, I had to come to Assam and I still don't know about colour photography much apart from clicking but I still want to learn that technique even in this digital age. Shabnam Ma'm once said, "A photographer is a historian, an artist and a colour scientist." Those words were enough to make me understand the importance of formal education in photography. So, as soon I came to Jorhat, I took some formal education in photography. But, photography is a King's Hobby. Very expensive. I took up marriage contracts and I must say, it the most interesting the least paid job for a photographer. My Dad soon got me my first SLR, Nikon FM-10. Then, sky was the limit atleast that is what I thought. But, money was still a problem. Digital was coming at that time. Orkut and Facebook created new challenges. Everybody, was to become a photographer. So, photographers took a backseat and nobody liked to call them a photographer unless they are extremely good. My brother got me Canon Powershot 550 and I also started doing casual photography and somehow I was losing interest. But, my friends pushed me back to photography telling me to update my photoblog. This new year, my brother got me a Nikon D5000 DSLR. Well, now I again feel that zest to rise and take some cool photographs like my other photographer friends. Now, isn't I lucky to get so lovely friends and a wonderful family.

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If I were a baby again

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Hi! I am back with another post this time for Blog-a-ton 4. This time the topic is "If I were a baby again" suggested by Daisy Blue. First time I saw the topic, I was wondering why would anyone want to become a baby again after years of tedious struggle to grow up. If I were a baby again, I would be still as naughty as I was when I was a baby, probably I would raise the level as I would now be pampered by more people than at that time. So, I am penning typing some warnings, requests, etc. 

1. First of all Kavita Aunty you have to take care of my teeth. I don't want broken teeth again. You better treat me as your 3rd Kid.
2. Shilpa Aunty main aapke godi me gandi harqate karoo toh maaf karna. 
3. And Vipul Uncle, I am sorry but I will never miss playing tabla in your head.
4. Shipi Chachi Aap mere favorite chachi ho. Aap aur Gary Chaachu roz mere saath khelne aana.
5. Rakib Uncle, Please shave daily, your beard hurts.
6. Hashan Kai, I please take out some time to play with me. 
7. Ashwini Didi, you are very sweet. Do visit me time to time. Please stay away from my cheeks.
8. Kothal Barta, Main har time aapki godi gandi karoonga. Natak mut karna.
9. Jitu Khura, I won't come to you. Sorry!!!
10. Monuj Borta,  aapuni ghura hobo laagibo.
11. Pixel Khuri, I will be pulling your hairs, so beware.
12. Sid Bhaiyya Get me toys and sweets and I like your hat, please come with it every time you visit me.
13. Daisy you be my best buddy. 
14. Mani Aunty, You are a good story teller. Every day, you have to tell me a story. Moi jaanu aapuni aahibo.
15. As I grow up a little, Lakshmi Uncle please teach me how to read and write. Also tell aunty about it.
16. After that Mani Aunty will have to teach me how to write 55 Fiction. 
17. Ramesh Uncle please visit me often. I get very happy to see your smiling face. And tell me your wonderful anecdotes.
18. Noyon Khura, I will sleep in your belly. Don't say no.
19. Anupam Barta, you have to teach me how to draw.
20. Dhiman Kaku, I know you will get me sweets.

I wanted to say some more. Par zyaada kahoonga, toh pehle hi log bhaag jaayenge.

Oops I forgot someone. Ambi Please give me some of your wisdom as I grow. Specially the first 7 years.

P.S.  I hope my family supports me getting baby again. 

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The Indian Dream

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I have been trying to write for quite a few days about this topic, but EM DON. Nothing comes to my mind that I think worth writing. After much thought, I came to the conclusion that the dream of an Indian cannot be separated from the Great Indian Dream. I tried to focus on my dreams but here also EM DON. What are my dreams? Oh, my God! I don't have any dream. Not that I m totally blank. Like all Indians I want to see India at the top of the world. I want India to be free from poverty and corruption. I want to see uniform development in India, but I don't know how to achieve this.So, I went out to discover this. Together with my friends, we sat for a brainstorming session. We named it "The Indian Dream Project". We thought about organising a Short Fiction Writing Contest for School children. This will give an insight about what our future generations think.

You won't believe but the results were fantastic. The stories reflected that the future is in safe hands, as they don't only want a beautiful India, but a beautiful and peaceful world. I never knew that short fiction could be used that effectively. I am inspired. Now, I have a robust dream. I will spend  some time each day for this dream.

And Thank You IP for giving such a good idea for Blog-a-ton 3.

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Teachers: Aaj Kal

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The topic this month is "Teachers: Aaj Kal". It is a bilingual topic, English and Hindi. So, those who are completely ignorant about Hindi, I am presenting a short description of the topic. The words aaj means today and kal means the days bracketing today. So, Kal can mean both yesterday and tomorrow. But, Aaj Kal when used together can also mean "Nowadays". It is very confusing. But thankfully Blog-a-ton Founder Marshal Vipul Grover has explicitly said that the topic should mean "Teachers: Yesterday and Today". But, Yesterday means History and Today means current afairs here. So, no doubts should be there about the meaning of the topic.

Well, to start with I must say that the topic is very confusing as From where we start. So, I am trying to put everything that I have about teachers in my mind including my 18 years of experience with them and the legends.

In India, we had the gurukuls as the earliest schools. The gurukuls were like the boarding schools where students had to stay, work and study. Since royal families did not work so they went with servants who also studied with them, so the teachers were supposed to be partial to them, but if they did not they might face consequences depending upon the king. In general teachers were good and loved their students. But, there were cases of dandaoing the students also. Dronacharya asked for the thumb of Ekalavya as fees.

Then I am coming directly to time of my Dad, when Freedom struggle was still a part of current affairs. Well, my dad says that he doesn't remember any of his teachers. But, I suppose he wants me not to cribb him. So, I asked my mom about her teachers. She said she had good teachers as well as bad teachers. But she spared me the details about the bad teachers but told about the good teachers. She was one of the youngest in her school since then childrens were sent to school at an older age. So, she was being loved by all students and teachers alike. The teachers used to bring various fruits that were being produced in their homestead farms and bring it to schools for students. Well, nowadays teachers are not that well positioned to afford it so no comparisons in this point. Headmasters used to go to temples before exams. And it included even the rationalist teachers which was quite a thing to do. Because, they did want to leave any stone unturned for good results.

My mom had a chemistry teacher who used to give English tuitions, sometimes even for free, because Chemistry was not the problem for students, it was the English medium that was used to write answers which was difficult. He definitely had great analytical skills. Nowadays, the analytical skills are quite ignored in Teacher's Training. This skills are very necesaary to understand the problems a student might face.

Now, I come to my experiences. I had rather a mixed bag of experience. Earliest, I rememeber my Class I Dey Mam. I have a dedicated a post to her in one of my blogs. She was very strict but she also loved us like her own children. Then there was another teacher we had when we were in Class VI who got confused and taught us Animal Kingdom and Plant Kingdom in the same level as Class XI because she was teaching that to Class XI in the first period and to us in the second period. It was not the only thing that we remember about her. She used to be a moral police being a hot siren herself. Then there were the Hindi Teachers. If the Hindi Teacher was a Lady Teacher she always was good to us. She used to treat us like young adults and give us intellectual talks about Hindi Literature. This had a very positive effec on us. I will not comment on the male Hindi Teachers as they were typical in all the KVs. Then we had an English Teacher who loved all students who did good in English. She cared only about English Subject and thought that only intelligent students can do better in English. She loved me but she loved my brother more because he was better.

After school I was in College, St. Anthony's College. If School taught me good things then College taught me how to enjoy those. The USP of our College was the environment. We would spend our off ours in College, even in Sundays we were found in the College. It was great fun. Marks had less weightage then talent in our times. It was the teachers who were responsible for good result of the college. The College provided all the things a teacher might need and the teachers were supposed to deliver the results. So, we had a one on one realtionship with most of our teachers. Most teachers knew us by name and knew our positive and negative traits. They were like friends. Sometimes, after exam when we were depressed, a teacher will come and try to console us and they even offered us smoke with tea. Well, I never smoked in front of them but it was definitely a gesture that I remember. Sometimes I even attended Mass Comm. Classes because I was interested in it. This was another feature in our college. You could attend other department classes in off classes or with your departmental heads permission. Ever More Better Ever, the motto of our college has often been maintained.

There was a Physics Teacher named James Blah. We used to call him James Bond 007. Not because of his name only. He was a bond in the true sense. He never used to bring any notes with him and start with the last point where he left in the last class and it seemed to come out naturally. We used to think that he must have knows this by heart this after all this years of service as a Teacher. But, once after finishing his course he asked if we had problem in other parts of the subject. We told and he taught us those topics in equally good manner. And if this was not enough he even taught us Maths and the Chemistry students said that he even taught them Chemistry. Now, that is called clear concepts.

Then I went for MCA in Jorhat Engineering College, Jorhat. JEC as we call it. Now, it is a well known fact that the art of dandaoing is thrust in the teachers of Engineering College. Although, I had a very awful experience, there were some funny experiences also. Once the University dandaoed us. The teacher who used to teach us felt that he was also dandoed so he took the question paper added some 100 questions to it and made the list of probable question and gave it to us. All of us passed with good marks. We came to know about it only later on after we left the college. The list of probables also improved our concepts because knowing all 1oo + qusetions well enough is a tough thing to achieve. JEC did made me a different person. The wide variety of backgrounds of students had a positive effect in me.

I have a new set of teachers. This are my friends in the Gym. There is no instructor in my Gym. So, the veterans take their time out and teach you how to do each exercise. And they do it for free.

I guess I have written more than enough and bloggers are not supposed to write long posts. It is against rules, so I stop.

P.S.- I won't say how was I as a Teacher.

The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton are Vipul, Rajalakshmi, Dhiman, Ranee[1], [2], [3] , Avada, Indian Pundit, Sojo, Aneet, Aativas, Sid, Pra, Ajinkya, Lakshmi, Govind, Shilpa, Bharathi, Shankar, Mytuppence, Azad, Pawan, Pankaja, Saimanohar, Guria, Shruti, Vishnu,Nasrajan and Richa. Click on their respective names to read their posts on Teachers : Aaj Kal. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

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