It has been almost two years since living alone. He concerntrates over a big portrait photo in his room. Her smiling face and looks over eyes, a special type of light over that portrait. Her smile makes him to smile, a path for thinking positive. He focuses over that portrait as if he has never seen it before. He recalls moments that he started to share moments with her in his dream of architect. A dreamer who is always happy. He never wanted a relationship with her but just a way to talk with her. He was happy for what he did.He doesn’t feel any loss in his life; her presence was everywhere he moved. He started to move towards the balcony and see the garden. He looks over those pretty flowers giving their nocturne to those honeybees. Aside beautiful water pond was there where there were different fishes. They were busy over there world. Each day he gave food to those fishes and also watering flower was his hobby. After that it was his time for a tea and newspaper. This was his daily routine. First to see over portrait of smiling face marking a way to positive things, enjoy the nature’s first fresh air over garden, feed those tiny fish lives, water those greenery plants and flowers, have a cup of tea and read newspaper arming in a chair in the middle of his garden. He was happy with his life and forever he wanted to live like this from his childhood. His family members were far away in the eastern part of tropical region. He was living in the crowded city of life and had a successful carrier.
He never changed. From his childhood only he was looking for his dream. He was one of the best students in his school life. Study was only not his part of life, art was his passion, games were his hobbies and nature was his best friend from his early days only. There was a river flowing from the higher hilly region and used to move in a peaceful manner over the middle of forest near his school. It was a village where he learned to read and write. But he was quite lazy at his school days. Mostly he was having great interest over games, art, and nature. After school he used to love to travel through the bay of river rather than shortest route to his home. Hanging bag over tree and diving over the river was the most things he liked to do. He used to listen to music of those winds over that forest and used to dance in the way to celebrate. He was just a child. He was never afraid of animals over jungle instead used to love to travel over those dense forests. Birds were his friend and he used to call them in their language. He used to sing like those animals and used to ask them to sing a song for his loving mother land. It was he who believed that he was born to survive to having an interaction with nature. He used to play with water, birds and animals. He gave the names to animals who were his friends. He used to reach home at night and due to this he used to be scolded at home. But he used to help his parents so that they used to love them. They never knew why he was late at home
Thursday, January 27, 2011
.......................my incomplete mind..............
Time was as usual. It continued as before, same war was around his village, people were almost depressed of their work. He was leaving alone in the nearby riverside. His main occupation was to collect the woods and grasses from the nearby forest and sell it in the nearest town. But now time has totally changed the war was begun and it has been long time he was dependent only on the river fishes and vegetables around his house. The forest area was prohibited as the revolutionary groups were living there. Long time ago, they had declared to villagers not to go near forest area as they may shoot them thinking as spy so no one further went over there. Moreover others difficulties were too there. Villagers were forced to give half of their earning to revolutionary groups to help them otherwise they were force to join into their armies. Villagers knew that the life in the revolutionary group was to live only for a day happy and all others day with a hope to die the next by killing other enemies. So they choose to leave to share half of their living.
The man had not much land for farming but also he used to give half of his earning with a cheerful smile. He always had a hope that one day war will end and further he will again start to do same old job. This was only the hope for which he was living. But tragic was it, revolutionary groups were struggling a harder time so they needed more army to flight in the war and now they started to demand one man or women from each family was compulsory. The man was only person living alone in the village who was just 18 years. Though he was small but was intelligent and very honest in his work. He hates the war fight. He was requested many times to join the liberal group but he always denied saying that he would love to help them by providing them food and shelter rather than joining them.
The rain was heavily started to fall and the water level in the near river was rising. The climate was changing. Thundering and lighting continued the whole day and night. The boy never thought of the day. The river flooded, his house was swept away destroying the land area. The only property he owes was a small home near river side where he had been living there since his parents died. That too was now swept away by river.
The boy didn’t weep. He thought it was to happen so it happened. He believed that there was a god who controls this system. He was there who always does for good. Everything happens in favor for each other’s. So he decided to build another small cottage near the forest area. For that he needed help form revolutionary group. The only thing was to request a small part of land from them for which he have to pay 1-3rd of his earning. He spent his night over the branch of the biggest tree, waits for the next day to come. He looks over those twinkling stars and thundering sky. His body was shaking.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
ARJUNDHARA TEMPLE
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| ARJUNDHARA TEMPLE |
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| PRIEST AT TEMPLE |
It is believed that, Arjun used a bow, for
constructing a pond, for cows.
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| ARJUN BOWING BOW |
PATHIBHARA TOLE SHUDHAR SAMITHI
"Pathibhara Tole Shudhar Samiti"- a society group, is working for the sanitation programs,maintain healthy environment.
From its starting, it has been working for the removal of plastics bags in the society
They initiated the programs of using handbags( door to door program), management of garbage and waste products.
They also runs different campaign for enhancing the life at local people. For building social relationship and proper understanding, they run a religious "kritan" program every Saturday. The program is initiated at members house.
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| MEMBERS OF THE SOCIETY |
They have formed children organization, which runs a weekly program. In the program, general discussion of the social problems, the key role and responsibilities of the children are being discussed. They also execute different program to show the hidden students talents, in the field of art, drawing, essay writing.
They awarded the top student who got highest percentage in S.L.C(school leaving certificate). The fund was provided for his higher studies. The main motive of award was to inspire the students to study better.
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| RECEIVING TIKA |
After the launch of "pathibhara tole sudhar samiti", others new groups were also formed at the local level.
The Death OF Innocence.
“If you are going to sniff, might as well pop it,
And if you are going to pop it, might as well mainline,
I was scared of the syringe, but I take in”
He thought it is his first day. He told himself he will never get addicted towards it. He remembers the voice of his inner heart,” in a life time there should be an experience of everything”. Doing drug is not a bad but addiction is bad. He knew he can handle it; he will just do today only in controlled manner.
The sniffing of it was awesome. Its goes inner deep inside the brain, touching the parts of nerves where it is was originated. The pleasure that it provides gives a relaxation. The breezy air was blown throughout the body. The life is really good when you experience new changes. It is dangerous to mainline through needle while sharing with friends, so he tried pop through the rupee note. The first pop was the best. It was like a long heat wave throughout his body. Any ache or pain or sadness or guilty feeling was completely flushed out. A full satisfaction and relaxation was there. Mind was at peace, he feels like he was in heaven. He slept over there and was enjoying his first pop of a heroine.
He knew taste and smell of glue from his early school life. Sniffing glue in tissue papers and plastics was a part of week, among his friends circle. When it became daily routine, he never noticed about it. It was really hard to take it in class, but he always managed to do it. Among his colic’s, he was best.
He tries to stop it, but soon it became like a dream. It’s impossible to stop dreaming. Everything was in control but satisfaction and pleasure wasn’t, every time he tries to stop saying, “one last sniff, after that no sniffing, but the last sniff never reached.”
He was taking his life away from himself, he knew it was true. People around him were just making an example of him. Who damp cares about the world? He only want that addiction and pleasure, that brain hanging. For that, he was ready to do anything. Pick-pocketing, robbing the people, shops, were the few daily activities when he didn’t get money for buying his drugs stuffs. He neglected the society. Soon, the street corner became his home. There were others company too. The other day to live was another mainline of heroine to have.
Oh I forget to mention about his syringe incident. He stills remembers those days. After the college, a night at New Year eves, at his sixteenth birthday, he went to pub-house with his friends for celebration. The gals removing their bras and panties, was the hard time for him to control his own desire for sex. When they started to play with their vagina, masturbating themselves, that moment for him was the best incident to watch. It was before when he had watched porn movies, or seen live couple sex in bridge side, but today he was enjoying live incident of gals masturbating, playing with their nipples. He was totally wet inside. That night, he had a group sex. The sex was not sufficient for entertaining, so he took drugs from mainline. The satisfaction of cocaine is far better than sex. Sex is just for minutes, doing cocaine makes you feel like being in heaven.
He had been caught while sniffing drugs at home, so the other day he left his home. Few days, friend’s home was the place to take shelter. Soon, he choose street corner as his home. The only problem with the street corner was the breezy air that blows, that makes body shivering and shaking. There was no danger of anything. He was free to live aside corner. The stars and moons were twinkling over sky; his passive eyes never saw the sky clearly. The dogs were his best friends; they slept along his sides to provide the warmth in the cold winter nights. It was really hard to pass night, if there was no shot of heroine, or mainline of cocaine. Just a shot wasn’t sufficient. Just a syringe or mainline wasn’t fulfilled. When he had no money for it, in order to compensate desire and satisfaction, he has often taken the tail of lizards, the liquid from shocks.
His life ended over the street corner, where thousands people pass their way daily, he was there alone at night to spent his remaining life time. He was known to be street dogs.
Those are the people who died, died
They were all my friends who went and died.
They were all my friends who went and died.
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