Healing & Piercing

What a complex situation. I am completely in a fix that should I express my views or just overlook to avoid any hassle. I just said that it would not have mattered if you have avoided to ask about the money once. Though I said a bit more but getting the response from the other side I was force to realise that I would not have said it.The words said seemed as soaked with melancholy. After that I could neither control my emotions nor just get out of that state. Later I felt that a heal the wound and sometimes it pierces deep in the heart. The result was that I was the proved culprit which at least I cannot deny.

Wolf Is Everywhere

Towering price fo essential commodities has made the common people helpless.Every serviceholder thinks to save some bucks thinking abour the future besides the exp;enditure.But he present scenario seems to challenge for thinking abourt savings.Apart from the market has been changed as a butcher shop where adulteration has engulfed the evvironmet.Media says several committees are constituted earier such as Parikh committee.but I want to ask a sim;ple question according to my level that the our lawmakers do not have a cmoment to rfluminate for service or labour class. Once I read a story of a peron who was wounded by wolf. He went to tghe panchayalt to complain. There he saw an wolf was sitting on t he chair looking towards him with piercing eyes. He turned back abrupltly and went stright to he police.And. Ultimately he reached to the supreme authority where he saw the wolf was sitting there. So in such circumstance how can a common man survive. One can just imagine the stage or a common man

contradiction prevails

Is a human image of contradiction.I feel so.I might be too. Conversing with one of my friends I felt that talking about liberty, modernity, advancement are all farce. Though the matter which we discussed was a serious one. During our conversation some other factors i.e regionalism, castism came in the way.In course of our talking he said that sometimes I would repent because of being . I frankly accept that I am from Bengali origin . On the hand I am born and bred up in Bihar and honest to say I never feel odd about it . The friend who pinched me is not a common man for me. I often shared my feelings and thoughts with him and I will not hesitate to share even now. He is upset because his daughter has married a Bengali chap. It is natural. But the matter of concern is that being a friend he could not recognize me,what sort of man I am. It is regrettable for me. It might be that I am not up to the mark. Either I was unable to know him or he took me for granted

mesmerizing

One hundred rupees, a trifle amount which makes no importance in the era of billions a trillions. But having it in my hand I was mesmerized with delight. On the basis of my past several experiences I was convinced that will get less than I worth. With that buck in my hand I conscience started hammering me asking just ONE question that how is it possible. The fact is which I could not share with my family because she always tries to come out from the utopia and stand on the real world. It was a fact that I bought a lottery ticket and got hundred rupees. Though it was a no profit no loss deal , but the feeling incessantly thumped my brain and finally I could not resist to pen it