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Sorry for the Delay!

This feels odd! When there was no one, you were one of them, continuously trying to write down your ideas thinking this will definitely attract new people to read more blogs and especially your blogs! I started writing blogs when internet penetration in India was 8% and now when the pointer is above 20% I feel not so energetic to write down a nice blog after doing a proper research!

Why so?

The Internet is full of shit: Nowadays Internet is behaving like this. I don’t know how many of you seen latest viral video from Dhinchak Puja. “Maine Selfie leli hain” I can’t believe this video actually trending for 3 days. I can’t remember the name of another video, but it was about ‘how to reduce you belly fat by just drinking a homemade juice.’ and this was a repetitive narration of a less confident guy and the first comment under the video was like “Kaise Bhai Kaise!! Youtube trending pe 2 number pe kaise! Biswas uthgaya mera youtube viewers se.” (how this video can be on trending 2? Lost faith on youtube viewers). I signed off from the internet that day after like the comment!

Reliance and Airtel on a tough fight, how much data they can give consumers for free or at a fixed rental. I would say, they also need to focus on such content qualities. We like net nutrality but don’t like anyone to fart on social media!

Like this one!


70th I-Day : India Must Consider Few Steps For A Sustainable Growth

India-PakistanFrom my childhood, whenever I read history, I realized one thing about nations across the world that every country needs time to grow and glow after their independence. Look at USA, they have got almost 240 years to reach the stage where they are today. I am not saying this, all my history books said all these things to my childhood. And, it also said that India is just a younger child of the independent country corridor.

The question is, should we speak the same thing again? Today when India is celebrating its 70th Independence Day, it seems a bit logical to take this few steps ahead towards sustainable growth of India. This should be the hot-cake of today’s India to discuss over a cup of coffee/Tea/Beer. Mr. PM, my request to implement few things.

  1. Solve Indo-Pak Issues via Industrialization and Business Relationships: Pakistan is well aware about their economic condition and well aware about India’s political and economical progress. So, what if India enter via business route, India will have a good market and also spending on defense will decrease further.
  2. Open-up Govt sponsored entrepreneurial cells in every top-grade colleges and region wise let the cells control region-wise schools and colleges to encourage small initiatives with a proper guidance and financial help.
  3. Introduce low-price smart phones and 1 GB 3G/4G data free or first 1 GB data @50 INR for each connection. So that basic need of Internet can be fulfilled for every user. Think about it! this can equally penetrate the smart phone market with Internet users. If possible, tie-up with Google/FB/Amazon/Snapdeal

I would like to hear back from you. Please comment your thoughts here..

Hymn For The Weekend


Finally I got something to think about fulfilling one more wish of my life.

Its my wish to attend a live performance of my favorite Music Brand. #Coldplay my true love from my college days. There was a time, I was fucked by my attitude and irrelevancy to a certain industry. Sucked by education and fucked by addictions, when I was desperately searching an escape path from all this mesh. I got something that actually promised me, take this and “I will Fix You!”

It worked like chants. Cause it had a hope. “Lights will Guide You Home” and certainly a promise, ” I will try to fix you”

The band dared!

Thank You Coldplay!

Folks! that was a private note and if you are not missing something, here is the latest video of Coldplay’s latest :”Hymn for the weekend”

This is a Culture Perfect Picture of India!

Beyoncé and my weekend wishes all over it.

Still so addictive. Still so strong, the connection I have found with my favorite band 8 Years ago.

Manjhi…The Indian Boatman Already Headed West

So many hundred years ago, in mid-Atlantic, sailors went slowed due to no current in air or water. I don’t know how an Indian boatman reached there and crossed the retarded ocean heading to the west… Here we go, launching the new hero.
Manjhi, The Mountain Man

PO + Village: Gehlaur,
Tehsil: Muhra
District: Gaya
State: Bihar, India

History says, India can wait for anything! From Justice, 4G to public toilet Indians are habituated to wait! But for something good. Good news is, we got an extra-ordinary movie that actually connects hearts! Take a walk by the beaten path and watch the sunset over those corn-field, rest by an old honey tree, walk back, reach your home and watch ‘Manjhi, The Mountain Man’ on YouTube or torrent!

I shouldn’t suggest like this, but I am a daily user of these websites to fulfil my movie-watching desire. Specially when, even producer is not to earn few crores! Rather this movie is a genuine example of huge opportunity for NFDC to launch their movie making projects to more International audience.

I am not talking about global acceptability of such a biopic like ‘Manjhi, The Mountainman‘, rather I am justifying its global consideration. British Government was not good enough to leave enough for independent India, apart from Indian Rail and Pakistan. After 40 years, the nation was able to figured it out, how to continue the development. So many areas of the country never felt the government before and here is the hero, the last man standing in a queue of 1.28 Billion people. The last Indian, if we arrange all of them as per everyone’s savings, expenses, property, education, medical and other facilities. The story in best four lines is like this:

manjhi storyA touch of Love story is definitely an Indian style, but this one is different. The concept of love works like an natural aroma for this movie, based on a place named Wazirganj where people are bound to reallocate during Tropical-summer, people have to cross a mountain to avail nearest public transport. The script compared the one-man-made-road with TajMahal. Actually when I look into this matter, I see two gifts for two different dead women. One is build by India’s most wealthy person across the history (Sahajahan, Owner of Kohinur) and another-one is the uneducated person from India’s most backward society called Musahar from Bihar-UP’s remote border area. Where women got abducted and raped abruptly, People strived from hunger normally, Killed brutally and challenge the God helplessly, like this Man of the Movie- Dashrath did.
You can relate the life with some one, who chased a herd of wild elephants with a bamboo stick in Masai Mara to save his village or the eternal character Andy Dufresne braked the jail against all the issues or how Hercules fought against Nemean Lion. Completely alone except their will-power.
This is where, Dasarath Manjhi got the international match. A man from India’s most backward society can do this much, because he promised in the name of his dead wife. When, a society makes a man’s life completely miserable and God is only one left, whom he can challenge! He challenged a Mountain-Task! All the characters in the movie are perfectly fitted. Naxal revolution, Garibi Hathao campaigns added few historical references to the biopic.

We got few initial responses about this movie on Daily Mail, UK website:

UK feedback on Manjhi Movie

One Day, when Indian History will be mile-stoned by some excellent movies, Manjhi will definitely named as a trendsetter. International Media need to talk about the boatman. This is a bait for Oscar Nominations from Indian film fraternity. 

The Illogical India: A Date With Bihar


“One thing you must notice Pinaki, Bihari people always have a logic, whatever they speak.”

After a safe landing at Patna Airport, we preferred to take a train to reach Begusarai to attend my roommate’s wedding. My first ever trip to Bihar and it was the horny April and the sun was biting every possible exposed body-parts of mine. Due to wedding season, there is no car available for rent and surprisingly in Patna, a State Capital City doesn’t have a proper car-rental services. No Ola Cabs, no Taxi for Sure or not even a Prasad or Babua Taxi services! The city seems like, under-construction or by modern terms you can call it Developing City. The last one kilometre towards Rail-station had a broader road properly divided to make it a two-ways and one side was completely clear, while our rickshaw puller was struggling to move an inch!

Our three other friends were also travelling from Delhi. Kallol, Krishna and Ritesh. We all five in total. Karishna and Ritesh are from Bokaro city, Anshuman from Ranchi and left two, Kallol and me from West Bengal. I am just mentioning the state’s name, because I am not sure, when I will publish the blog, the names of our town can change. Whatever, Kallol, Krishna and Ritesh were supposed to catch us or we were supposed to catch them in Patna! Thanks to Indian Railway, that was pretty impossible, so Anshuman and I decided to reach the destination as soon as possible, as we can take rest for at-least two hours at the hotel.

We left Patna for the first time. Co-passengers are talkative and curious. We managed to have a red-hot semi-upper wooden seats. The typical Bihari tone is awesome! You can never realize if they are rebuking you or requesting you. “Babuji, tanik payr hathailio.” (Sir, please remove your legs)

Initially I thought, he was threatening me, “If you don’t remove your legs, I will cut it into pieces”.

We got a co-passenger who was also travelling to Begusarai, carrying a note book. His hair was completely white, tough his physique was so young! I tried to find the reason of this discrepancy in his half-open notebook. It was a class twelve standard maths problem solved by two different approach. It was initially a shock and then I realized, I am in Bihar. Where people stop struggling to get into IIT for a graduation till they die. A Bihari dictionary starts with the word, IIT, the second word is obviously Government Job then comes Dowry, Bill Gates, Contractors, Litti-Chokha, Sattu, Burbak, Sex, Hot Girls and so on. The half-aged JEE Aspirant is still struggling to prove Left hand side equals to write hand side of a class twelve standard problem.

It was 22nd April and the harvesting period was over. The world on two sides of the railway track was deadly dry and naked. The sun was working extra-time and the train was trying our patience. My expectation about Begusarai was decreasing at a faster speed than the train had.

The hotel was previously booked. We reached and ordered beer. The body was badly heated, chilled beer was working like a medicine. It was tough for the second group, who joined us two hours later, to wake us up. An Indian marriage normally made in heaven and in Bihar, marriage is made by family-persons and seniors. The senior of a Bihari family is a tougher subject than Sanskrit. For an event like marriage, they will claim all the credits without contributing to anything. For themselves, their presence is the most valuable. As expected, the total marriage ceremony was a mirage and complete disaster. Miss-Management, lack of basic planning, we started feeling like, “Is this something we travelled that much for?”

One more ill-logical thing about the marriage ceremony was, the groom and his father had least value in the crowed. The car drivers seemed to be the head of the event, the Band-Bazza team was the most important persons like, when everybody was trying to concentrate to food, we were requesting them, “Sir, please go for a happy-tuned music”. Ugly sadist music, less number of tracks. Luckily we were drunk enough to ignore all these. We left the venue early. Hotel was the only comfort-zone but to reach there, we were supposed to travel another seventy kilometre! Bhang and Weed trees everywhere was a cool reminder for us that we are actually in Bihar.  Where police means sponsored parties, Government means Lalu Prasad Yadav and everything else is virtual.

Next morning, it was time to comeback. All the drivers of reserved cars for the marriage were drunk enough not to wake up at 10 AM. Not a single train available that can help us to reach Patna by 6 PM! So we went for a bus. At the ticket counter, we were double assured that we will reach Patna by 4 PM! We were on a national highway and there was not enough space for two heavy vehicles. Patna contractors ate all the budgets! The route took us across poorest villages, damaged roads and un-expected bus-stops. A bus that travels a 200 Kilometre route every day was providing door-to-door services for the passengers. We were definitely getting late. The driver informed, it will be at least 6 PM to reach Patna. We had a reservation on 6.15 PM at Patna! Before coming here, we heard a lot about Gandhi Setu, which is another disaster for the entire state. Normally any construction is made to enrich the human life. Gandhi Bridge is the most harmful name after Lalu Prasad Yadav for Bihar. After construction, it got damaged so many times and the major construction works are still on. A ten kilometre long bridge, un-expectedly narrow. It took minimum one hour for any vehicle to cross the bridge and maximum is – you people are smart enough to imagine. It’s like asking Michael Schumacher to sit on an Old BSA cycle and ask him, Go, win the F1 race. Ask a thirsty person to pull the water from a half-filled glass of water via a ten meter long straw. A bridge, connecting half of the state to the capital city is this tiny!

I would like to interview the engineers who planned the bridge.

“Mr. Engineer, What was the difference between the budgeted cost and actual cost?”

“Mr. Engineer, How you matched right hand side with the left hand side?”

The bus, we were travelling, was three hours late and we were late by about an hour to reach the Railway station! Believe me, the train itself was 4 hours late to reach Patna station and 10 hours late to reach New Delhi!

How Govt. forgot those people? How they are lagging behind so much! Even thousand Bill Bhaiya needed for a massive change here.

I am sorry Anshuman! I can’t find any logic here..


India: Change For A #BetterDemocracy


“Nana Bhasha Nana Mat/ Nana Paridhan/ Bibidher Majhe Dakho/ Milano Mahan.” (“We have diverse languages. We have pluralistic views. We have diverse attires but we offer unity in diversity.”)

Hundred years ago, D L Roy described India and we are still working on that unity. Today we are talking about Better Democracy and for 95% Indian, democracy means only the power of voting. Ask a chayewala, what is democracy? Ask anyone. Ask Google. Your search starts like this, ‘a system of government by the whole population or all the eligible members of a state, typically through elected representatives!’ Nice! Now we know enough about Democracy. Otherwise we cannot start talking about better democracy! If Governance is by the people, for the people; until the common people involvement is at a higher rate with more process clarity, the system is not ‘of the people’ any more.

Taking on a current issue: Prime minister quoted, the original list of black money holders was never published anywhere. My bad, this should sounds like, ‘all the previous party representatives published an edited list! Either the previous list was a blunder or this time it will be!’

Exactly where is the problem?

Problem 1: We don’t know what the problem is

We join campaigns, we clap, we vote, we celebrate the results and go to sleep like other days. We don’t know our post-election duties. We don’t know rules, laws and policies! Somebody kept those matters for a particular society and we are blindfolded. An Indian can solve a harder mathematics within 14 seconds but Indian law take 14 months to hang Ajmal Kasab.

Know your rights! India should include law as a compulsory subject even in school-curriculum. What about a new subject like, ‘Indian Law and Policies’? To solve a problem, we need to know the problems.

Problem 2:  We have pluralistic views and 1759 parties

In USA the number is 2! So many representatives and so many type of responses. Sometimes a party can win with 15% of total vote! Think once, with 15% support, a party can win an election! Who cares about those 85% people tried to make #BetterDemocracy or not?

Central Govt should use post offices to expand their reach to common people, so there will be no need of any regional parties to solve issues like Telengana in future or they will not sell their candidates for huge profit margin.

Problem 3: Indian Vote Bank and power of arms, money and liquor

Still in many areas of India, these relations are still strong enough, so that people can’t decide, they will vote for their life, addiction, or #BetterDemocracy! Bahubali and criminal factors are still much prominent in Bihar, UP and many other states.

Problem 4: Media plays

Regional Media is in general a biased medium to communicate people. On different scam and bill issues media just put on few facts and the proper information flow to the readers are missing. India has maximum newspaper reader in the world doesn’t mean ever media will have a different version of a critical coverage.

These are few social issues resulting negatively to democracy. Creating awareness is obviously a good start to transform this system into a bigger and better one. Opinia 360 came up with their innovative opinion sharing mobile app which will definitely help collecting the people’s voice to create a transparent platform for #BetterDemocracy.

Kejriwal: A Party is Not a Nation

This is not a rebuttal to

Just wanna make my views a bit stronger with


The question is, how much important Arvind Kejriwal is in the context of ‘India Now’ and how much time we will spend talking about Aam Aadmi Party and clicking and sharing on Social Media Pages! Should we create the buzz again or should we consider “Let it be, I am not interested in aam politics anymore”? Let us talk only the leadership issues.

Taking an example: When Mamata Banerjee won few seats in West Bengal, in the first phase of TMC days. She tried to work on few areas on political and social development. She failed, because only three seats her party had. So, she continued with her ‘Bandh’ formula and continued blaming the leading party for creating obstacles. When she took the power she used the 24×7 media coverage to promote all her daily initiatives and the outcome… West Bengal is still struggling for investments. CPM’s corrupted people changed their color and started promoting new party by dominating the same common people.

The story of Aam Aadmi Party if quite different, the initiative was in Delhi, the capital. The city alone covers more than 60% of media coverage in India.

Kejriwal too became the attention seeker by any means. The party got the power and started complaining that, the system is not co-operating with them. Delhi Police ignored a leader in front of the media; parliament is not giving value for their proposed solution Lokpal Bill and much more. He complained he requested, he went for Dharna! I mean it’s hilarious! Imagine Sheila Dixit on hunger strike, coz a policeman ignored one of her leader in public!

The people were different, the location and time were different but the tone was same.

Is that you call, a leader?

Or you call it a ‘Gandhi Factor’! For every problem, there is one solution, “Hunger Strike”! Like Arvind Kejriwal has his Dharna! Do you appreciate such leadership?

A good man is not always a good leader. Mother Teresa could be the PM of India. She could do her best effort for the poor people! I agree that country should consider corruption-control policies as a major issue, but as a common man, tell me who has more contribution on anti-corruption issues? Is it Anna or Kejriwal? As a social activist, Anna can stay with anti-corruption issues as long as people really understand the need of corruption free country. It is too much justifiable when a party leader stays with the visions of his party. What if a CM stays with the same? A CM has many more problems to solve; a leader has much more things to introduce in the system. Corruption is one of the ancient social issues that can only solve by a joint approach to awareness creation and strict policies. A CM means a power. If a CM starts complaining about other powers that create a negative impact on the society.

Kejriwal was becoming a media food. You have him with morning breakfast, lunch and dinner. He is always available on news. He can be in Janta Darbar or in Dharna! Development is not something you need to ‘expose’. It is a process with a clear outcome visibility. For any government, I suggest, it is more important to make people feel, their life is developing.

A minister who will meet the people and get suggestions make the process slower. I think, before his appointment, he forgot to do his homework. He could gather suggestions from the online platform.

Mahila Suraksha Dal: After the 14th February 2014, the proposal became unrealistic.

No FDI: I don’t want to make a debate on the topic. A ban on FDI-Retail in a capital is baseless.

Loksabha Election Result: People don’t like Congress and some people don’t like BJP. Who is left? The story behind vote share of Aam Aadmi Party is that simple.

IIT Factor: IIT had common print media coverage on Kejriwal. Kejriwal went to jail; IIT stopped tagging their beloved student.

The expectation on high and Fuss: Wanna see? Here are six-day reaction story on Kejriwal.

“ Day 1: I love Kejriwal.

Day 2: I hate Kejriwal, he’s a Congress agent

Day 3: I love Keriwal, he gave free water!

Day 4 : I hate Kejriwal, he took Govt cars,

Day 5 : I love Kejriwal, he came out with an anti-corruption number.

Day 6: Who Kejriwal?  Politics? No, there’s an India-New Zealand match on right now!”

A poor party demonstration especially when the party has such a strong foundation!

Same on the foundation issues:

Day1, 2, 3…100: Corruption should be sentenced to death.

And the last question to Kejriwal, as a common man: Dear sir, you wanted to be in the system, people supported you. You are unable to manage the power of Delhi CM, You are not able to manage your party and you are dreaming to be the PM of India?

Someone said it right, ‘Dream Big’.

Now you tell me, can the common man make his image better anymore?

#AaRahiHaiModiSarkar: A Happy & Hopeful India


16th May 2014. So many good things in India and positive vibes across India. Lets taste some positiveness on the very special day. People are excited and expecting a exponentially positive booster to Indian Economy. Today I noticed all the office boys, data-entry people, managers, executives are happy about the result. Even my mom, who never talked about politics, called me up to express her excitement about the new Govt! The Chayewala near my office building with a smiley face, “Aur Sir, Modi Ji Jeet Gaye Hain”.

Facebook, Twitter are only flashing one name, “Modi”

One of my friend posted, “Har Har Modi.. Ghar Ghar Modi.” another one I liked, “I took an Off to Support My Modi. Go Modi , GO India”


And, What about me? I am very happy. I am feeling like I can see the road to success and I can feel the speed, Modi is going to lead us to reach there. My last request to Modi Ji,

Dear MODI Ji
In your quest and eagerness to replicate Gujarat model….
Please do not make India a dry nation.
I cannot drive to neighboring countries



Why I don’t Vote


‘Meet my friend; she is new in our office… Just joined’

I looked at the girl, her first appearance clears that she is a ‘bookish kind of girl’. Definitely she was a college topper and regular to classes in collage days. I had a bad allergy for such girls; normally they have nothing to talk about nightlife, wave around hot coffee or a healthy date. The only thing they are comfortable with is job profile, research techniques, more clients and all….

I started finding out some topic that can make her interested. So I started with a social issue. Vote!!

I got to know that she belongs to a town on the border of West Bengal and Jharkhand. She is staying with one of her friend in Delhi. I asked, “When you are going to Vote? Better you apply for leave from now, otherwise it will be tough to get permissions”. I said as I believe, “Everybody should Vote”.

She called up the office boy and asked two coffees. “I don’t Vote”

What happened miss topper? Don’t you know this is the biggest power you have as an Indian? I talked to myself. I think she read my expression that I am looking for some more explanation on this decision.

She took a sip of hot coffee and said, ‘Would you like to hear a story?’

I think it is going to be another boring session over coffee. Still, I can hear that as I am not Karan Johar and can’t expect Sonam Kapoor across me for a chit-chat with a coffee. I said yes!

She narrated an awesome story. I think every Indian need to know the insights of the story. I am not changing anything, just as it is:

“ My place is on border and a major chunk of the population is tribes. So, the election candidates from big parties are mostly the leaders from tribe society. They get the fund from agents and party funds, distribute bottles of local whiskey or dresses before election and the party can reach major people by such distribution process, will be the winner!

You can remember few years ago when cable lines allowed its viewers to look across the cameras of Loksabha. It was Loksabha TV that created a buzz, we can watch ‘our leaders’. It was exciting for everybody but not more than a lady, ‘wife of the MLA’. Her husband on air afterall.

We had Purnima, whose husband was the local MLA. Purnima was a primary school drop-out and had lesser time to concentrate on any other things than managing her guests and servants. She watched the channel a complete day but could not identify her husband. She called up her husband and told him to wear a colorful shirt next day (Laal aur pila wala shirt jo maine aapko pasand karke di thi, oh wala pahenke jaiega).
Mr. MLA said ok.

Next day Purnima called all of her friends and started watching the Channel. After almost three hours, suddenly a child shouted up, ‘Mamaji ko dikha rahe hain, Mamaji ko dikha rahe hain (Uncle is on air)” The searching process ends here though the realization was spell bound! Mr MLA was sleeping in the last row with few of his friends.

At night, Purnima called up her husband,

-“Ji, aapka tabiyat thik hain na?” (Are you ok?)

-Haan bilkul, kya hua? ( I am perfect, what happened?)

-Aap office main so rahe the. (You were sleeping at your working place)

– Oh! Kuch nehi pagli, etna kaam hote hain ki son eke time hi nehi milti. (Too much work, no time to sleep)”

Our coffee was about to finish. This is not a one day story; these people have a good time pass at Loksabha, taking power nap, chatting over mobile, watching porn and by so many means. And, those, who can’t speak except election campaigns, just sleep like a backbencher.

Now you tell me, should I waste my leaves and travel for two days to assure that one can sleep in a Governmental air-conditioned building.


Death of a Poet


‘Never leave your dreams alive’

 I was too little to understand the meaning of these words. I was not a foolish; I understood that my neighbor, Bhabatosh was a promising poet. I had read a few of his poems and found him simply fantastic. He had a unique style of writing in simple language. In my town, a certain dialect is normally used among people; not only in my town, regions nearby the river Subarnarekha, (Border of Orissa and West Bengal) use to communicate in this special tone, A typical mixture of Bengali, Odia and Mahato language. One day, I was playing around and my dad called me, he gave me a small book, ‘Bhabatosh, just gifted me this book, check this out.’ Still I can remember the name of the book was ‘Kurkut’. He gave this language a name, ‘Subarnarekhia Language’. Kurkut was written in Subarnarekhia Language. I finished the book; his poems make the common people more prominent. His poems had simple love, love failure, life, dream and poverty.

“I was walking in the valley, suddenly I found Kamala with a baby, in her lap. Pointing at me, she said to the baby, ‘look, your uncle is here’. I was shocked. There was not a single day; I never thought about her, our decade old love has been turned into a liability by a simple introduction. I could be this baby’s father!”

One of the simplest stories of love failure!

This poem came to me as I have heard such stories many a times. I just joined schools and I was aware about ‘Love’. After dream, love is the next feelings, a human normally understands.

I loved writing poems from my childhood. Like five other Bengali, Rabindranath Tagore, Jibanananda Das, Sukanta had their own kingdom in my personal bookshelf. If life is the longest day, my morning days were truly romantic with them.

Bhabatosh was much older, even older than my father. When anybody sent us posts, normally they mentioned Bhabatosh’s name as the nearest landmark. Bhabatosh became a mandatory part of our address. I thought maybe the postmen of India, knew him. I felt proud of having such well-known person as my neighbor. I never wanted to be Tagore or Das, I wanted to be Bhabatosh!

Maybe, because I was a child and I only understood dreams and love. My dreams started facing the difficulties, when I started understanding the life. Love, has a power, it always focuses on the missing parts of life. Generally I understood, life needs money and I have already discovered that Bhabatosh is a poor person. In any middle class family, ‘poverty’ is the most hated word             .

A Few years later, I got a proposal from our local senior poet society. Yes! In Bengal you can find such societies till now. My town had one, may be more than one, but I got connected with one of them, a restaurant, just near the municipal court. Normally a major customer hour was the office timing, when the court is open and all the people from nearer villages use to have their cheap lunch at that restaurant. The writers’ social timing was after the office hour. When I expressed my wishes to join them, my dad asked me to wait for some more days. I was not in a hurry, I agreed. The next day my dad invited few poets at home. Older people with gray hairs, cheaper dresses… when dad introduced me with them, it was easy for me to call up their names. I read everyone’s poems and I liked them. Dad took permission from them so that I can recite a few poems of mine. They were not pleased but considering my age, they were excited. My dad narrated everything about my wishes, I have expressed to him a day back. They just told me, to focus on writing more and two of them gave me their address so that any time I can contact with them.

It was a golden period of my life; I had my own library with almost 50% share of others’. I use to visit their house and read stories, poems for hours regularly. I was on my fourth diary and suddenly when I read a few poems of my own from older diaries, I realized, those were not so good, in fact disliked those poems. I realized two things. First one was, ‘I need more knowledge on this’ and second one, ‘age and experience are the ultimate things in any art that makes someone perfect everyday’.

Suddenly my focus shifted to perfectness. It was getting more vast and tougher.  I needed a guide. I met Bhabatosh and asked for an appointment. He was very busy, as the election was coming. That day I realized the truth of an artist when I saw a politician was bargaining for a better poem, they can use in an election campaign. I hated the politician, not only because his face and attitude was like a criminal, but also, he was customizing the quality!

The scene was quite clear to me. All the poet society was badly dependable upon the politicians. In return of some monthly monitory pension, these poets were being used in meetings as a party ambassador and all the songs and slogans, placard designs; its creative stuffs were under their department, before an election.

I was madly in love with literature. I tried to ignore these factors. But Bhabatosh had no time for me. Few months later, Bhabatosh called me up from his room. He told me to come with my poems. I was excited! I took my latest diary and the previous one with me. He was lying on his bed and asked me to keep those diaries on his writing table. I did the same. He asked for two more days, so that he can go through my poems and can guide me in a better way. True! I agreed and returned.

I went to sleep at night but someone from the group of well-known poets was reading my poems! It was like the poems in those diaries were my daughters and they are performing a dance and drama in front of a renowned director.

Next day, it was too late for me to get up. I was surprised thinking how my parents allowed me to sleep till 10 AM! I was feeling hungry and started searching my mom. No one was there at home. I came to the garden and found so many people in front of Bhabatosh’s house. I reached there and found my parents in the crowed. Bhabatosh was lying on the floor. Some holy smokes and fragrances of white flowers on the white bed sheet around his body created some different type of smells. I never saw a dead person in real before. It took me much time to understand that he was dead. My diaries were as decorated as I left them previous day.

Bhabatosh had no-one in his family. So the later part was specific and simple.

‘Never leave your dreams alive, when you will return back to your older dreams, either you will find them changed or Junk.’

Few days later I stopped purchasing diaries.

I never asked anyone, how he died. May be I wanted to feel it later.

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