Peeping back into my life and unfolding previous 18 chapters, I can recall my small dog of fur, that was my best friend. I firmly believe that he was the one who could truly understand my sentiments, my feelings, my language and at best my silence. I used to kick him and I used to hug him but in no case he show any objection. But every good thing has an end. One day, I returned from my school and found him dead, the fur that constitute him was flying in air and floor. I was paralyzed, as someone had snatched my life from me.  I threw away my bag start weeping and weeping and some more weeping. Had  fought with my Mom. Finally the matter close with deal that I would be provided a replica of previous dog. Since then things come in my life, they become integral part of my life, teach me something, hurt me, give me happiness and one fine sunny day leave me. Every time they leave me I found myself with the belief that I wouldn’t survive and that’s the end of my happiness. But every time time proved me wrong. I survived and that too very brilliantly.  The biggest irony of our life, we never have a idea of our hidden potential. We never know how much strong we are until being strong is the only option we left with.

Everything that took place in our life has its own importance and has its own reasons. At times we are not aware of the facts and reasons but we get them with time. The important thing is we should deal our bad time in the same way we deal good time. Do we really thank God when we are happy? How much of us know the real meaning of life? The fact is everyone we meet in our life is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something. If the thing is not specific to us, than why should we bother about it? The biggest truth of universe is “This time will pass away”, so why worry because of this time.

When we are hurt, when our heart breaks, we feel pain we feel anger and we feel regret, sometimes these emotions cross out their threshold value. But at that time we have to realize that there always exist persons on this universe who love us more than we do love ourlseves. Give yourselves indispensable time and the things will work out because its fact that in the end things will work out. Problems needs nothing just a change in the attitude of mind.

Lastly, the most important thing in life is to live a simple life. A life which rely on moral values and principles. A man of principles is always a happy man.

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Till date the relationship that I share with my father is more of a friend than of a father. The most wonderful things of my life, I have learnt from him. Most of my ideas, my thoughts are directly or indirectly derived from him. Recalling one of my oldest memory that I have with my father is one when I learnt bicycle. I remember when my brother learnt bicycle, he used to tease me. I desperately wanted to learn bicycle. One fine sunny day, my father took me to a ground. There was a fear in my heart because I have heard the heart aching stories of people who broke their leg, head, arms, kidney, heart, lungs blah blah and some more blah blah. Still I had the courage because my father was there with me. I sat on bicycle my father was holding bicycle by carrier, he instructed me not to look back. I started pedaling and after some time I found my father standing far away, waving his hand. That was the first victory of my life and I shared it with my father. I remember the time when my father returned from office and I was standing at the main door of my house, he won’t be allowed into the home till he had a long drive with me. In night when I used to walk with him, I held his finger tightly so that if ghost appeared from anywhere, he could save me. I had a belief that he was more powerful than ghost. I never took help from my mom when I stucked at my homework because when that stuck was unstucked, I had my cheeks red.

Since then time changes and as I grow up he helped me in bringing out maturity in me. He transformed me from a kid to a man. I left my home some 6 years back when I went out for my engineering preparation, he told me after that I have to take my decisions on my own and since then whatever I have done with my life I never feel regret of anything. Wisdom is often non-communicable but experience is not. His experiences of life help me in improving my life. How oftenly we tell our mom’s that we love them but we never express our true selves when we speak with our father. This post of mine is dedicated to my father for being so wonderful father, Happy Father’s Day in advance.

Sometimes when it was dark and I’m all alone. When the curtains of my room start reverberating with air or the Stridultary organ of Cricket start chirping in the darkness of night. My heart start beating fast, and I slowly open one of my closed eyes, to inquire the provenance of disturbance, recalling that ghost doesn’t exist. A smile aroused on my face. I go back in my childhood days when I had my own theory of ghost, My own beliefs which i can still recall:

1. Ghosts are afraid of Fire.

2. Ghost can’t harm you, if you have a locket embarking a God’s Picture or OM in your neck.

3. If you see a Ghost and anyhow Ghost come to know this, He’ll surely kill you.

4. If you start chanting Hanuman Chalisa after seeing Ghost, Ghost can’t harm you in anyway.

5.Ghosts have feet in opposite direction.

6.Ghosts work only in night shifts, They remain invisible during day time.

7. Ghosts are purely non-vegetarian and Blood is their favourite food.

8. Not all Ghosts are bad.

9. If you are sleeping in open space along with others in night, then Ghost must attack firstly who is sleeping on edge.

10. While sleeping in open you must not point your finger in sky nor throw Torch’s light otherwise Ghost come to know about your existence.

11. Black is the favourite color of Ghosts.

12. Bullets, Electric shock can’t harm Ghost, only TRISHUL can harm him.

13. 13 is the favourite number of Ghosts.

14. Most often Ghosts reside on Pipal Tree.

These were my myths regarding Ghosts, I can’t stop smiling when I remember all this. Life was far easy when we fear Ghosts and The fear of Ghosts was not that fearful. I wish I can go back to GHOSTY Days

1.Our participation in IT-BHU fest for LAN gaming and flunking sessionals for the same.

2. My Discover DTS-i Who never ever ditched me and ran pertinacious for 9000 kms in 10 months.

3. My lecturer of Mechanical Engineering whose class i had never ever missed but never ever studied in his class.The awesome book which he had written, without which i mite not ever dreamt to pass in Mechanical.

4. Rajesh and his son kalu who had mastered the art of making omlettes at their khokha and turned a PURE vegetarian into vegetarian.

5. e-Xtreme Cub whom I’ll always love for no reason, I mite be its worst General Secretary but my love and honesty for it was unbeaten.

6. Our great TGMC project, in which i had not typed a single line of code but i was the one who had been asked the first question when we reached final.

7. My awesome ragging and my artificial innocence i should never ever forgot when my senior asked me what is Sex and i told him i don’t know, rest is history.

8. Our research paper which my friend had written and it got selected for final round, i never ever understand the concept of that but i’ll miss anything in my resume but not that.

9. My interview of Infosys for which i hadn’t prepared anything, if he was going to ask me about me thrice i was going to give him different answers.

10. The holi after which i bathe for the longest duration in my life.

11. My final year project about which i only knew it was on MATLAB and were related to some action tracking concept.

12. My immemorable 7 marks in chemistry, which later on turned into 75, which made me realised that University people can’t even upload marks sincerely.

13. Kailash hospital, which I should always consider a place where i could get food if i would feel hungry at 1.

14. My preparation for CAT which made me a human being.

15. Our memorable trip to Shimla, which later on turned into immortal memory.

16. My stealing of petrol from bike in night at Rail Vihar and then that bloody guard who caught us.

17. Our Robot which refused to work in IIT Delhi’s Fest.

18. The guy at beer shop in Tugalpur who used to give us a special concession of 5% without any reason.

19. The Fresher party which we gave to our juniors, i couldn’t believe i was its head for Discipline committe.

20. Our stupid dhobi who twice lost 4 of my jeans and never ever accepted that.

21. Our final year Project presentation in which i was the person who had been recruited for changing the slides.

22. Our ingenious Computer Graphics lecturer who had tried everything in his life and whose stories were immortal.

23. My 5 times detention from sessional, which never taught me any lesson.

24. Our annual college fest of whose i was student representative but the fest found its existence into MS-WORD and MS-EXCEL.

25. Two gujjars who looted my mobile and the story later turned into an example for those who love night walk.

My friends are never part of this list, because we missed only those things that we have lost and that we once had, They are still with me and shall always be..

With plethora of many instructions when I stepped out of my home, I was instructed to sit in waiting room, till the train arrives and veraciously speaking. I did made a wonderful attempt for first 15 mins by sitting in it and then like many other times I overheard my father’s advice and sat near a pillar, purchased a book from nearby install and started reading it. There resides a complete world on platform. So many people who were then at same place but after sometime gone to get separated by physical distances.

While I was reading the book I was disturbed by someone that disturbance was inevitable as I was enjoying the book. The source of disturbance was a girl, a pretty girl with big sparking eyes. Hair that once I guess were black but jotted together and changed to brown. Face that had surely not touched water from past many weeks but anyhow succeed in redeeming its beauty. Clothes that were too big for that young girl of 12 or 13. I looked on her and asked her to move on and continued reading my book but she was still water which refused to move. She started peeping on the cover page of my book. I closed my book looked directly in those big eyes and asked what she wanted ? She pointed to the nearby stall of poori sabzi. I wanted to help her but the teaching and preaching of my life were not allowing me to help beggars but my heart didn’t agree with that and he feel pity for that. I don’t know who was going to win. The experience of my life says whenever there is a fight of thoughts between your heart and anything else, its always your heart that shall win, because we human beaings learn from many teach to many more but when it comes to ourselves we are heart driven.

I smiled at her and she should aware of the fact I would be going to help her. She pointed again to that stall. I offered her my book. She smiled and returned it back to me. Though I give it as fun but it made me realized that we all have different priorties in our life. For her at that time poori and bhaji was of more importance irrespective of the fact that it cost 20 times less than that book and that was nations best seller. I smiled again and asked her if she went to school. She didn’t reply back. Since she had broken my conversation I wanted to do conversation with her when she was last interested. I repeated my question, this time she nodded her head. I asked the reason, she didn’t show any antiphon. I told her if she would give honest reply to all of my question. I would give her 20rs note, she smiled. I asked her why she wanted to eat that poori bhazi, she replied back that she was hungry. What an ultimate foolish question by stupid me. I asked her to read a wooden board on which something was written in hindi. She told that she didn’t know and then I found people around me eavesdropping me, surveying me. There were just two possibilities either they consider me super dumb or some philantroph, but who cares. Finally I asked her What is Happiness..? and then I heard the most beautiful answer. She replied back with poori bhaji. Teachings and preachings of my life I put on one side and I knew I was going to help her. I gave her a 20 rs note but she gave me a lesson that I’m going to cherish. She told me the real meaning of happiness. Give yourself everything that you once dreamt of and you once wished but there still resides the possibility of unhappiness and devoid yourself of everything but even then you feel the essence of happiness because happiness is something that reside in us. No matter how big we become, how much money we earn and how much wisdom we gain. There shall never ever be end of our dreams and goals. What it takes to be happy is love what you do, even if you are beggar and you are honest with your job then you are lucky with that business man who though have large business but still not satisfied and its not specific only to material world, it also applies to relationship if we go on searching for a best person than we never ever get anything, because excellence has no limit but if we consider best to whom what we have we shall be happy forever. Cheers to that wonderful gal who taught me so much