The Pain Of Taking DECISION

God, decision is one word that makes me tremble. Yes taking decision for me is like climbing Mount Everest. It is full of weird thoughts as in what will happen if my decision goes wrong. What will be its impact on the people related to me? In these few years (though I am quite big enough) whenever it was time for taking a decision it made me freak out. I still remember my decision of taking Computer Science in a bad college or any stream in good college was once such occasion of taking an immense important decision. And yes the decision was wrong. No job which led to a year of frustration and last of all an admission to post graduate which meant confinement with study for another two years. Its not that I only take wrong decision. Yes few of them taken by me are superb and will never ever regret them. Just want to tell God , please do not make our already damaged life hell by giving us ample opportunities of taking ample decisions. We are already messed up with career, future, health and family. So spare us from that. But yes off course we have to take decisions like which path to choose to reach college if we are late or more complicated ones.

The city of gardens

I happen to visit The City of Gardens a week ago. True to tell this city has something in it. The pace of working ,the serenity and the living like a king that's what describe Bengaluru. In the morning you see loads of people from different fields moving towards their destination in colorful scooties. You can find Oracle, Microsoft , Axis bank people all waiting for the traffic to get cleared. This time I did not go for any sightseeing so I happened to observe the people and the culture of this city closely. Within a span of just few hours you can see a mini India in front of your eyes. Be it the Bengali home delivery guy or the North Indian guy or the local waiter. Some have been living there for more than a decade but seemed that they had got with the city quite well. But it is the weather which make you believe its really an air-conditioned city. Cool breeze blow frequently making you forget the warmth of hot summer. Branded shops are there in every corner of the road as if the city allows them to be there like a milk shop. In short Bengaluru is welcoming telling you that it has opportunities and new hopes for everyone who comes here. Love you Bengaluru.

Journey By Train

People who love travelling often choose train as one of their favorites. Being a regular traveller  I often notice if our life is a book , a single train journey can provide loads of small characters who make more or less  some impression. Be it the family who gave me immense knowledge about East Bengal food, the little guy whose chuckling still make me smile or that brother who made friends in a second. May be it is the long timespan that we get and the boredom that make us start interacting. Being a chatterbox I usually find it difficult to sit quite. Interacting with different people makes your life enriched with experiences. I still remember that North Indian family at the special train during cyclone who had become a family during those endless hours of train journey. The guy from Durganagar whom I met just only two days ago while coming back from Bengaluru found out that his elder sis and I share the same nickname. Amazing isn't it? These are people you will not probably meet ever but still while sitting idly they will come to your mind just like that. Its like the small girl whom Apu from "Pother Panchali" met during a visit to a temple. He never met her again but the warmth the character produced had left a good feeling in the readers' mind. If you ever note down the person you met till now , I am quite sure the number is more from the accounts of train journeys. Life is short people whoever you meet just keep a mental note of them in your mind space. When I will have nothing to do in my life i.e.  no mugging up notes or going for interviews and I will be like really an unwanted person these characters will surely make me smile. :)

There lived a girl called Neha.She had just graduated and wanted to become a journalist.But her father wanted her to do masters then phd and so on. Her mom wanted to get her married to the rich NRI guy and last of all her relatives thought she was all spoiled and needed disciplines.No body wanted to know what she actually wanted.
Girls do this sound familiar.well this is those typical stories of 21 taak parai, 22 mehe shaadi or 25 mehe banche. may be the picture is a little different but yes quite similar though.
Have you ever thought what you actually wanted to become?
23 is such an age where these things start coming to the scene.people who loved you in your childhood ,who provided you chocolates had now become all irritated with whatever you said or whatever u wore.strange isn't it?
23 is an age to live love and be responsible.but its not doing wrong but right.the right things which can convince our elders?isn't it?