Don't Worry Man, Life Goes On

As a child, I used to cry, as they said crying was good,

But what I got was cerelac food.
Which I liked, I never got that food,
But in the evening, there was always a glass of doodh.
But finally, I got some popcorns,
I then felt that Life Goes On.

I grew up and went to school;
I sat on the very first bench and arranged my tools.
The first week, I was cucumber-cool,
But on the very next day, my leg slipped and I fell in the pool.
I said to Dad, my cool dude repo has gone.
He said, "Don't worry son, Life Goes On."

In my teens, I started having college-fun,
But on the very next day, I made an enemy like Myke Tyson.
He broke my leg in front of my girlfriend Jenson;
She dumped me and went away with Mel Fred Jackson.
Soon, my friends came to know of my situation.
They told me, chod naa yaar, Life Goes On.

At twenty-one, I got engaged;
3 years hence, there was marriage.
Then I felt as if I was jailed,
But soon my wife gave birth to a twin package.
Life looked like a bed of roses then, without any thorns;
Then I realized that indeed, Life Goes On.

At seventy, I was quite old.
Thinking of the past, I felt 'man! I was bold.'
Now, sometimes, when I get depressed and cold,
Humpty, Dumpty tell me, Dad, Old is Gold.
One fine day comes to me my grandson;
He says, "Cheer up grandpa, Life Goes On."

Now I know I am dead, and everything around me is white,
But far behind there, I could see a ray of light.
The figure comes closer and speaks up, "I am Indra, You are alright."
Now, you will have to get prepared for the next fight.
I asked God, "Will there be more problems as this life moves on?"
He replied with a smile, "You will come to know as Life Goes On."

"Avada Kedavra!" - Evil or Necessity!!!

"Avada Kedavra!", everytime this charm is uttered, someone is bound to die. only once did it happen that someone survived and that was Mr. Potter, Harry Potter. This death charm may have been used several times by the Dark Lord to kill nice innocent people, but in the end, it was Tom Riddle who hit the ground with a mundane finality and layed there dead. Yes, Voldemort was no more. True, that this evil charm has demanded many innocent lives, but its absence would never have made the death of the Dark Lord possible!

Muggles or humans have now spent many millions of years on planet Earth and ever since their very evolution, they have stayed as the dominant creatures on this planet but the very name of 'Death' seems to frighten them because the truth is that, howsoever strong one maybe, no one has been able to conquer death. It is the strongest of all in this material world. Everytime it comes, it leaves behind many broken hearts, shattered hopes and sorrowful days and every man on this planet has always resented it.

However, it is also true that its very presence has helped in eliminating the beasts, the demons, the dacoits and the terrorists for ages.Therefore, we cannot pray for its absolute absence either.

In Srimad Bhagavad Gita, Sri Krishna is shown as saying to Arjuna that after death, one is promoted to a higher planet based on the good deeds he performed during his stay on Earth and the God he worshipped. If however, someone worships the Supreme Lord, Krishna althrough his life and chants "Hare Ram, Hare Ram, Ram Ram, Hare Hare / Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare", then he will be promoted to the Supreme planet i.e., Sri Krishna's planet and from there he will never return back to this earth to live a mortal life and hence, will be freed from the cycle of birth and death.

Thus, the Lord describes death as a gateway to elevated form of life or rather salvation. So, we definitely cannot term 'Death' as an evil but then can we call it a necessity?

In the Battlefield of Kurukshetra, Parthasarthi, Sri Krishna told Arjuna that one's individuality is always preserved; death only frees one from this material body and doesn't kill one's identity......
Today, planet Earth is losing its resources faster than it is able to recover them. Human population has grown to such an extent that our Motherland is finding it difficult to support us. It may sound a little crazy but no one can deny this fact that it is because of 'Death' opening its arms time again that the human race is still existing.

The face of death may seem ugly to all of us, but without its assistance, we would not have able to make this planet more beautiful, technologically advanced and a better place to live in.

"Mom, I'm hungry!"; when a child utters these words to his mother, she immediately serves him food which consists of say, some chicken flesh, porridge, dal and aaloo ki sabji; but where does these come from - they come after the death of some birds and after uprooting some plants. Thus, termination of few lives gives a few more some fuel to survive. This has been the law of nature. From the point of inception of life on this planet, this process has maintained the ecological balance.

Through this article, I have tried my bit to personify 'Death'. I am not supporting it, of course, but I am not cursing its presence either.Like every coin has two sides, 'Death' also has two fronts. However, often the other one is overlooked as one of the fronts is emotionally more intense than the other. Thus, while concluding this article, I would like to throw a question at you - Will you classify 'Death' as an evil or a necessity?

The n-dimensional Theory

Just 15 days before, I reached home after completing my 5th semester and I was actually very happy as for the first time in 3 years (i.e. after I got admission in NIT, Nagpur), I was going to celebrate Diwali, Christmas and New year with my mom, dad and brothers. The time of my reaching home was justperfect. The train was scheduled to arrive at the station at 6:30 in the morning and fortunately enough the train known for being late always was not late this time. I saw the rising sun at 5 o' clock in the morning for the fiest times in 6 years or so and that too in a train. It was a nice experience seeing the moving sun from a moving train.

Well, I reached home and was just able to meet my smallest bro who I am very fond of as he was leaving for school and also my father about to leave for office.I actually felt like a lucky batsman who gotall his shots perfectly timed and in the right place (I apologise if that was a bad analogy but that was how I felt at that moment).

The weather was brilliant too. It was the month of November and cold soothing air was blowing adding its own flavour to those happy moments. Actually I should say that happy moment and not those happy moments as the joy was short-lived. I was having my breakfast and suddenly out of the blue my mom asked "In which subject did you get 35."
I was as cool as a cucumberinitially but now I was as cold as ice or rather Liquid Nitrogen or I don't know what? That coldness is inexplicable. Who is that person who couldn't see me happy at home and has to tell these things to my mother! Ifelt as if someone has rolled the cube of my life to show the bitter face of it.
"Who told this to you mom?", I asked trying to laugh.
"Your friend Pritam.", she said with an expression which said 'you can't fool me son'.
"Oh! he must have confused mymarks with someone else. You know remembering marks and that too of other guys is not easy?", I said trying to be very normal.
"Then there must be a subject in which you performed badly otherwise he would not have mentioned about it.", she said immediately like a detective.
"Ya, there is one. I got 30 out of 60 in that", I said and felt proud of myself for handling the situation so well.
"But thats bad too.", she said sadly.
I finally had to confess then that my marks were actually very low.

Anyways, that phase got over and I was back in my dreamworld and into my lala land. Actually, I have always been like this. I have always tried to enjoy life in whatever way it is but to do things which I want to do. I neverused to think what my aim in life is or what are my future plans. I have always believed that Life is about living in the moment. I just always listened to my heart and always thought of enjoying every moment though my parents, especially my mom was continuously after me with that big 'S' word, better not to name it, I hate it.

So here was Shayanton Mitra enjoying his vaccations the way he wanted. I woke up at 7 in the morning, did a bit of jogging, then came back, had my breakfast, took bath, solved puzzles and Sudoku in The Telegraph, read a novel by Agatha Christie (the famous Hercule Pyro author though this one was on some other detective Marple), read some computer magazines, etc. I also tried some tricks in the computer like making the drives invisible though they would exist, removing the 'Windows XP' logo while booting, etc. I was actually very fond of solving Sudoku. This has been my passion ever since I went into college and Telegraph Sudokus are really good I must say.

But those days didn't last much longer. Soon after 3 days, my father regained his position of the king and woke me up at 5 o' clock in the morning and gave me the books of Power Electronics and Microprocessors. I was bewildered and revolted saying that I was not supposed to study in the vaccations to which he replied (actually shouted), "You were supposed to study during the exams which you did not do. So you will have to study now and anyways you have enjoyed for few days. As a student your job is to study and that is what you are going to do now."

I couldn't reply back as the first half of his speech was quite true. In the noon my mom got emotional and started telling me that how much my dad loved me, what hopes he has fom me and what all dreams he has een for me and has always helped in fulfilling them. So even I should respect his dreams. After all they are for my own good.

I felt like a criminal at that time. Really these moms can make you cry no matter however strong you are.In the evening, my father came back from office and gave me some more dose. He made me realize that I have still not done much in life and ahead lies a bigger battle. I felt like Brad Pitt of Troy and felt good actually but soon got depressed thinking of his tragic death in the movie. He made me aware of my responsibilities as the elder brother of two younger ones. He said me, "You should set an example for your brohers, son. You stay with him and study and help him out also sometimes." I felt so helpless.

However, unfortunately enough (for my father this time), the cube of my life again rolled after 7 days and this time it was rolled deliberately.I made a deal with my brother that I will stay in his room but would continue with my own interesrs and that is when I am writing this one. Well, now I feel that Life is like an n-dimensional cube. This definition may seem a little crazy but being a student of engineering, I couldn't find a better definition that could go on to present a better picture of life than this one. By the way, many faces of this cube are still to be discovered and many such experiences still to be penned down. Till then stop surfing the net and start studying for the next semester..............................

A Short Journey

Finally the day came. After getting bored in home for a little over two months, I was finally able to start for my college on 24th of June. Although at that very moment, I was feeling a bit sad about parting away from home, but the joy of getting back into college life was more than that and moreover later on I found out that I had three beauties to entertain me.

The whistle blew and my mom, dad and two bros gave their final words of wisdom. Raja, my smallest and dearest brother kissed me on my cheek and with that we bid adieu to each other as the train gradually leaved the platform and started gaining pace.

Well, so I was done with the emotional overdose and now was free to enjoy the journey. I had the side berth which has proved to be my favourite berth since I started travelling in trains; I mean this is the only berth where u can enjoy both the windows and still can have a look at the rest of the compartment to check whether any attractive person (of the opposite gender of course) has entered the compartment; you don't have to take the pain of traversing the whole length of the compartment after every stoppage.

Opposite to my seat I had a young gentleman much to my pleasure as generally I have the priviledge (this is an irony!) to travel with old men (I would not at all say gentlemen), who don't allow you to speak and rather load you with their sixty years of experience, how learned are they, how successful they have become even after facing uncountable hardships and lastly of course tips on what should you do to become successsful in life.

This gentleman was behaving more than nice to me taking care of my appetite and even of my luggage. He once offered me idli at a station after eating which I had a bit of stomach ache and so I wanted to lie down and I told him so. He told me that he would move up if I could remove one of my bags to create sufficient space for him. Then he said that I should probably move the bag containing the laptop at which I was as dumb as if thunderstruck.I wondered how he came to know about it; maybe I have told him or my mom mentioned something about it while I was getting into the train. Well, at that time I agreed with him and prayed to God that everything should go right.

He was a nice guy but and my expectations from him fortunately proved to be wrong. Still one should not mention about such costly items their fellow passengers are carrying like Voldemort's name should not be mentioned. Anyways, he was a nice chap to converse with. We had an extended discussion on the Indian cricket team. Four of India's greatest cricketers were going to retire within next 2 to 3 months and probably Yuvi or Mahi were would be the future team leaders. We have many emerging new talents in the form of Peeyush Chawla, Rohit Sharma and Yousuf Pathan.

I also came to know about some nice facts:
1. Indian team underwent aweek long 'commando training' before the worldcup which produced an injured Yuvi.
2. India has only two world class grounds - Eden Gardens and Mohali.
3.2011 worldcup was going to be jointly organised by India, Pakistan and Sri Lanka.
4. 2011 semis are in Sri Lanka
5. 2011 final in India

While roaming in the compartment which I like very much, I spotted three beautiful girls. Actually, two of them were the typical north-eastern types; nicely pressed faces, knitted hair and Nerolac white painted body. 'Hot', I thought but not of my type.

The third beauty (a beauty actually as discovered later) was sleeping at the upper berth. She was young I could say looking at her feet. She suddenly woke up and I felt that she must have seen some scary dream. 'She had been sleeping for some 5 hours' I calculated. "She sleeps a lot like me", I thought. Soon she came down with her hair tied and I had a nice look at her. Man I must say she was pretty and was looking hot. "Girls do look hot after they wake up", I thought.

She again appeared after sometime with a fresh look. She wore a grey coloured jeans with a light grey t-shirt on top. The t-shirt was not too long and this allowed me to have a look at her naval ring as she was climbing down(believe me it was not intentional). Anyways, I quickly concluded that hers was the upper berth and so I exchanged the my seat for the adjacent upper berth.

The night was beautiful and in the morning I reached my destination and the same was hers. I smiled at the thought that I would be able to meet her sometimes in the city and look forward to something interesting. Anyways, I had to hurry to the college or else the queue near the Administrative building for registration would get longer. So the short and sweet journey had to end there.