Creativity Sucks ?

Sometimes life becomes so hard that writing a word becomes the toughest job in the world. I can remember a line once said by one of my teacher, “When you dream, dream big. It will cost you nothing but may give you the biggest return of your life”. I was moved by those words that time but as the time goes I realized that those words are just for the sake of saying words. In reality it doesn’t carry any meaning. But in result, it cost you a cancer in your mind and thoughts. Now you may thought what made me to write so?

Well some incidents and facts happened and happening all around that it made me saying so. I have a friend who writes some creative writings and post them in to some magazine for approval and publishing. The same guy one day went for an interview and told about his achievements in writing. In reply the interviewer asked him to write something creative about himself. It means a creative auto-biography. I still have a question about the interviewer’s abilities. Oh! My friend was not selected in that media company.

From the day I born I watched my as well as all the parents of my society are running a rat-race to educate and successful their children. Admitting in a good school, well educated home tutor and also very focused on extra-curricular activity. It does not matter whether you can paint or play but you should become a Md. Hussain or a Zakir Hussain. But still if you don’t have any ability then at least just secure a place in an MNC after doing your B.Tech or MBA.

Once I read in a magazine that every year more than 1lakhs MBAs are graduating where as only 2% of it are getting proper job according to their ability and the rest of the 98% are doing what they suppose not to do. Well consider me also in the later part.

I will end this writing by giving two examples of my friends. One of my friend is a electrical engineer and working as a software engineer in a  MNC and preparing for State Bank of India’s clerical post. Reason it pays you more and you have a secured future ahead. It does not matter whether that profiles suits you or not.

And one of my friend loved literature. He is doing tuitions to earn his pocket money. He loved creativity. But when we all friends meet he tells us creativity sucks.

Now my question is can we dream whatever we want to dream? Can we dream that big? Hahaha … you know the reality, you know the answer.

I AM RICH... Is it a joke?

Once I was travelling to Bongaon with my friends for a holiday. In the train I found a little boy selling flutes. I can’t recall the name of the boy but I can still remember his struggling story. He is the only earning member of the family. His father is a drunker and his mother works as a house made. His age was hardly 12 years and at this age he has taken all the responsibilities of the family. He makes 15 to 20 bucks a day while his mother earns around 400 bucks a month.

Now this is an ordinary story of a poor Indian family. But you may think that why I am telling this boy’s story. Just think sometimes we regret that we don’t have enough money and also make our blood pressure high when the share market falls or the car price increases. But do we ever thought about those poor little boys, fighting struggling for life.

Just think India is consider as a developing country with a GDP of USD 1,296,085 million ranking in 11^th position (according to World Bank) with Four richest persons among the world 10 most richest person’s list. But on the other hand we are having 40 million people fighting for only one time food in a day. They can’t cry if any of their relatives died because if they waste time in crying then they have to be hungry for the rest of the night.

We think we will have a Mercedes at our early old age and our children will have the best education. We can’t sleep at night if the room temperature goes above 24’c. And get worried if the inverter doesn’t work properly. But they dream to have two time food for their children and they wish to have some woolen cloths if the temperature falls below 24’c.

We become too choosy while choosing a house for our family. We check the medical facility and the open space availability. Our privacy should not be hampered at any cost. But they search a place near to any dustbin so that they can get food and shelter together. Dustbins are like heavens to them.

What I forgot to tell that the 53 most richest Indians account for a net worth of US$ 334.6 billion, which is around 33% of India’s estimated GDP for 2007-2008.

Now let me clear what I actually want to say. We can cheer our favorite team (Argentina or Brazil or Spain) in football world cup while blowing a Vuvugela but can’t we support our Indian cricket team or our national club football team while blowing a flute of these boys’s?

COMMULOVISM

For a very long time I keep thinking that why people fails in love? What may be the reason for ditching one’s partner? Why people leave their beloved ones? Isn’t only love is not enough to get love in return? Can we make a world where no one will be betrayed? After a long thinking I came to a conclusion which is actually not possible (or may be possible?).

Love can make life or even can destroy a life. How does a lover feel when he/she is being ditched by his/her partner? Just imagine a mother who spends her whole life to bring up her child and finally get stabbed by her child. The pain of the mother will be less than the pain of those betrayed lovers. Why people ditch their partners? For money? Religion?

Communism can be the solution of these. Actually, I am not taking the proper meaning of Communism in this. I would rather say “COMMULOVISM”.

A state where education will be compulsory and there will be a job for everyone. The financial status of the people will be same and the gap between rich and poor will be as less as one can imagine. Hence, no girl will going to leave a boy for money or no boy will going to leave a girl for anyone’s property.

A state where no Hindu, no Muslim or no Christian lives, here people will call them Human. The name of the religion is Humanity. Hence no Muslim boy will be killed for loving a Hindu girl or any Hindu couple will not be killed for marrying inter-caste.

Lastly you will find your love just in the exchange of love itself. There will be a girlfriend/boyfriend for you and the relationship between the couples will respectfully be called “LOVERS”. Lovers of COMMULOVISM.

After reading this blog many of you a think that I had gone Mad or make fun of this blog. You may humiliate this blog, you have that permission, but it is a request that just once think from my point of view and then say “COMMULOVISM SUCKS”.

Now tell me is it possible to make such kind of world?

THE TOUGHEST TIME ENDED WITH A LONG JOURNEY

I never thought that I would write this blog while I will travel by AIR. For the last 30 hours I am facing the most difficult time of my life. I woke up 9 in the morning (July 25^th, 2010) and was very happy because it is Sunday. I had my breakfast with the morning news paper. A little anxiety was there because My Railway ticket was not confirmed yet. I have to travel to Delhi in the very next day. My examinations were knocking at the door (on 28^th July). Suddenly I thought to call Ajitabh just for a chit-chat about my railway ticket and my examination. But here comes the surprise Aji told me that the examination is on 27^th. OH MY GOD! That was my reaction at that time. I was feeling that I’m dead at that particular time. I rushed to DumDum station to have an immediate booking of any train available. Actually it takes more than 24hrs to reach Delhi from Kolkata by train. But in DumDum station I found a huge queue for the reservations. I could had a ticket of Kalka Mail which will departure at 7.30pm but I have to take a waiting list ticket which will never going to be confirmed. I left DumDum station and ask Kumar and Ankit to check the cheapest available Flight for Monday. With only 1300 bucks in bank account I informed by both Kumar and Ankit that a Air India flight is available costing around 3800 bucks. I asked Ankit to give his Debit card number to me. I started booking the ticket but you cannot run out from bad luck my dear. No ticket is available for Air India. What can I do now? It is Sunday so no bank is opened so that I can withdraw some money from my father’s account (HA, He do not have an ATM card for the savings account where he saves money, very funny indeed).

I must thank Ankit that he bought me a ticket of spice jet for 5700 bucks. I’m more than lucky to have a friend like him. Now I have a ticket to fly. BUT WAIT. NOW WHAT?. How can my bad luck allow me to go away like this? July 26^th, morning 6.30am I got a call. “YOUR SPICE JET SG606 is cancelled. Call 1800-200-3366 for further assistance” message ends. NOW I AM ON SPICE JET SG 219 SEAT NO 7F EATING SANDWITCHS, WRITING THIS BLOG AND ENJOYING MY FIRST AIR TRAVELL EXPERIENCE. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT? ALL IZZ WELL….

10 REASONS TO HATE ME

Over last 24 years I made so many friends and relatives. They all love me (?). But now the time has came to know the truth. Now it is the time to face the reality. I will give you 10 attributes to hate me.

10. I always like to read people’s private messages. If anybody feels irritate then I do it more and more. Hopefully today onwards you will keep your mobile and laptops from my reach.

9. I say pretty much anything I want, when I want it. I have the knack for saying things that most people would rather keep to themselves; I dish those words and thoughts out with utter relish. Diplomacy has never been my strongest point; quite a number of people have already told me that I have the makings of a dictator, that I have Hitler in my genes.

8. I’m VERY vengeful. With the most grievous of offenses, I rarely forgive and I never forget. People in my shit list can stay there for as long as five years, or indefinitely. If you belong to the latter, it’s best not to greet me if we happen to run into each other in the streets or malls. You just ignore me and hope that I don’t see you. Or better yet, run.

7. My sarcasm level is off the charts. I’m a dedicated student of the Dr. Gregory House School of Sarcasm. No one, not even my own best friend, is spared from the lashings of my acid tongue.

6. I love politics more than my love. Sometimes I feel proud to write my relationship status committed (with politics not with my girlfriend).

5. I prefer to see vulgar and brutal scenes than a romantic film. I get utter satisfaction from those clippings.

4. I can talk about sex in front of anyone, even my parents. In fact I hate those people who do sex in their dreams not in reality. I call them dirty minded people.

3. At any point of time I can betray any one because of my own good. Actually in these 24 years I have not find any people who cannot do the same. The only difference I will always try to forget this betrayal.

2. I believe my enemies more than my friends. I can always be sure that they will attack me. But I cannot be sure when I will be back stabbed.

1. I own up to all these and still I do not care what you think of me.

FRIENDSHIP COLLAGE @ ISHAN DAYS

I was in my PG education. Around 1500 Kms aways from home I find some good Samaritans. People call them Ishanian, I call them my friends.

Ajitabh Saxena (Mr. Chanyakya) : I call him Neta alias Aji. Ajitabh is a very fine person with a great sense of business with him. Although we had some misunderstanding between us but our personal relation is very strong. Initially I thought Neta is a spy but gradually I get close to him and found that he has a very big heart for his dear and near one. The most important thing is that I will be thankful to Ajitabh for my whole life because he offered me to join my first job at KSH. Thank you Neta I will be always with you. One more thing “ AJI SE KABHI PANGA MAAT LENA”.

Ankit Verma (BABA BARFANI): I call him Baba. He is a magic man. I think he has a solution for every problem. Whenever I get into problem I find Baba help me out of that. He is a very soft spoken and matured person. Ankit will always be my business partner. He is a lucky charm for me. The biggest asset of Ankit is he can easily judge a person and make himself adjusted according to that. Baba has a great future ahead. Best of luck BABA.

Prabhakar Kumar : The most childish boy that I have ever met. The man with the most beautiful Heart. Anyone can find his innocence if get close to him. He was my roommate at my post graduation days. I can still remember of sharing one reliance phone with him. We both have Girlfriends and we used to share one mobile number to talk with our loves. When I got over talking he stats from there. Prabhakar I wish you a great life ahead with your love.

Shailender Kr. Srivastava: I call him Shailu. The most helpful boy I have ever seen in my life. I can still remember those days when shailu fall in love with a girl and used to come to my room for Love Tips. Only one thing, he studies a lot and we can’t get into sleep at night because of him. I wish Shailu you will reach the height in your career that anyone could dreamed about.

Tipu Singh: I call him alias Tipu Sultan alias KALA CHUHA alias Encyclopedia: My first friend of post graduation days. I shared a lot of memories with him. May be my best friend of my PG days. May be we are having some misunderstanding going between us but still Tipu will be my friend forever.

Abhinav, Dubey, Pratap, Sandeep and Jaglan ---- you guys really rock. I’m not writing to much but honestly speaking I always wanted to be associated with you all. You all know how to enjoy life fullest.

FRIENDSHIP COLLAGE @ COLLEGE DAYS

The year was 2004. I stepped into my college days and those are the best days of my life... My friends and few lines about them... Please don't mind...

Debtanu Dutta: An ordinary man with an extra ordinary skill to mixing up with unknown people and becoming a friend of him. Debtanu is all about like a simple person with a very clear vision that what to do or no to. I can still remember those college days when we return Form College at night and we together make Sayandeep a big fool and take fun out of that.

Prasenjit Saha: I call him Proso alias Choto. Prasenjit has a good sense of business. Although we have some different views for life and other things but we are good friends. Prasenjit is a very shy and emotional boy with a soft corner for everyone. I used to say Proso “A ocean can’t be dry if you take a bucket of water from it”. I think Proso believes in working hard and party even harder. I can’t forget one sentence proso said earlier “A broken glass can be fixed but you can’t remove the scratches”.

Sayantan Ghosh: The sharpest minded friend of mine. We call him Dudumuni. A boy with intelligence and a big heart to help others, Sayantan is all about that. Ever since I met him I always wanted to be like him. I have never seen a boy with such a good nature and responsibility for family. I enjoyed a great friendship with him. We will always be good friends.

Sayandeep Gupta: I call him SandyMan alias Gupta Bhai alias any f’ word one can remember. He is a genius. Genius is patience. I don’t know what Sayandeep think about me but he is one of mine closest friend I have ever got in my life. The only problems with him are that he is a shy, stupid, cowered, freckle minded boy. A Ship without its radars. We always are a mentor for him. And believe me or not we love him a lot. Even I planned to write a Blog especially for on SandyMan.

Subhadeep Ash: Very clever boy and a good friend of mine. I can’t tell much about Subhadeep because I fall short of words whenever I talk about Subhadeep. All I can say that he is different from others.

FRIENDSHIP COLLAGE @ SCHOOL DAYS

My first step to my school and now I'm writing some words about my friends. They all are very close to me. I love you all.

Kumar Narayan Ghosh: I call him KUMRO. No doubted my best buddy and oldest buddy. We are friends from those days when we did not know what is right and what is wrong. We both have lots of similarities in life. Actually I learned a lot of thing from Kumar and I always get motivation from him. Kumar is a very sentimental and emotional fool. But honestly speaking one must be lucky enough to get a friend like Kumar in life.

Somen Paul: I call him Shada Patha (white goat). Somen is a man of passion and a great choice of beauty. I used to share all my secrets with him from my childhood. I respect Somen ever since I find that he is a very much family man. Somen is a very straight forward boy with a great skill to hide emotion from others. God may bless him a long life ahead.

Sh. Menajur Ali: I call him Mena alias Ali. Mena is a great human being and a good friend. A very helpful guy. The biggest asset of Mena is he can keep his cool any point of time. I wish Mena a Successful life ahead.

My Tribute

This is my first Blog. So I decided to dedicate this to my loving family. My parents are the best gift given by God to me. They are my best friends. I can still remember those days when my mom used to beat me a lot and in the evening when my dad used to come back from work, I used to start crying louder so that I can get a little bit extra attention.
However, today that little boy crossed a long way. On last 27th February he celebrated his parents 25th marriage anniversary in the love palace TAJ MAHAL.

My writing will be continued about my life to my controversial thoughts. For the time being enjoy your life fullest...