I would like to own an ebook reader but I want a sleek one so that I can read lie down on sofa and read like a actual book, flip pages like book after licking my fingers :)
Thin and foldable so that I can put in top pocket or back pocket to read in car or bus. Tough enough so that even if I sleep during reading and roll over it, it does not break.
Connected to net so that I can borrow from any library of the world…
Wishes may come true some day....
बहुत बार हम सोचते तो हैं परन्तु उन विचारों को क्रियान्विन्त नहीं करते और नहीं कर पाते. बहुत सारी अडचने होती हैं या limitations होती हैं. अंत में मन मार कर रह जाते हैं.
तो क्या किया जाए. एक तरीका तो है कि मन की माने और वैसा ही करे परन्तु वास्तविकता यह करने नहीं देती.
हाँ कुछ छोटी-छोटी बातें है जो हम जरूर अमल में ला सकते हैं जैसे ब्लॉग पर लिखना.
तो हैं कुछ विचार जो आप औरों के साथ बाटना चाहते हैं. तो हम लिख भेजिये.
I was down with fever but still insisted on going school. Reason - We have a unit test and I do not want to skip that because otherwise I loose on the competition. With all my childhood fuss, I manage to convince my mother to allow me to go to school. But then it is hard to skip my teacher's eyes. She noticed immediately that something is wrong and called near her and without touching my head, my body gave out the so well guarded secret. My elder sister was ordered immediately who was in same school and asked to accompany me home. As soon as I heard that, I nearly went hysterical as I do not want to miss my test. Only after promise from my teacher that I will be given test after I am back, I agreed to go home.
So which class was that - Kindergarten :)
Dreams are something which we like sometime whereas we hate some other times. Some time when we have a good dream in night, we wake up so fresh and enthusiastic that day goes so good. Whereas some other time, we get so tensed in our dream that we wake up exhausted. Similarly we do so many things in dream which we may consider beyond our capacity in normal course. Still some other time we dream totally absurd that we cannot interpret at all and unable to relate it with anything.
This is one of those absurd dreams. This dream goes something like this:
I am sitting with my some of my friends in garden and we are having juice, tea and coffee. Suddenly we see something in far off sky, something big moving. Everyone get curious however we are not getting a good view, so I decided to climb the Acacia tree. Focus changes here to my climbing. All my friends are enthusiastic about how high I can climb on this try. Somehow I do not know where from I am getting energy but I am climbing up and up. Also looks like tree is too tall, it is no more an Acacia tree rather it turns out to be some other tall tree. Everyone is guiding me and telling that I should not see down. In between all these I reach top of the tree and I see that the thing which we were seeing in sky is really strange – it looks like a small area of some town is moving around. There is small house with boundary wall, trees etc are moving. Surprisingly that is coming toward us and I am falling in that.
Suddenly scene changes and I find myself in front of my house and my house is changed quite a bit and I can see some of the things in front of my house which were there in that moving mass in sky. There is a deadly silence there. I am unable to understand what is going on. At that time I see my passport lying in front of my house. I ran and grab that and I see a noting in that where it is written “Deported out of Earth Planet”. I am bewildered what happened. Some thoughts come to my mind and I feel that all this is because of that moving mass which has deposited in front of my house. I am looking for my wife but she is not where. I then see all our bank passbooks are lying outside. I ran and grab those and find that all my passbooks are having entry that “Account ceased” whereas all my wife’s passbooks are having entry that “Full amount withdrawn and account closed”.
During all these I find there are lot of uniformed people descending toward me. One of them orders me to leave the place. I am defiant and saying why should I leave my house. They do not say anything but a cunning smile on their face. I start raising my voice still no one is answering me but are smiling. I get hysterical and one of the person signals other and they come around with one injection of sedatives to grab me. Somehow I get a feeling what they are about to do and tried to run away. There is high boundary wall around me but I do not know where from I am getting energy, I jumped over that and all those people are left behind.
I am running around and do not know whether some one told me, I get in mind that this is all absurd misunderstanding and if I somehow delay all this, I will be out of this doldrums. So my brain is now running fast how to delay my deportation. I went around and trying to go in a shop to do some purchasing for my journey but again surprisingly everyone knows me and they shut door on me. I am again thinking what to do. Next I reach one public utility area and want to freshen up but again they closed their door. I tried to force entry their but they have put strong bars in front of door and windows. Again I am having unexplained power and I am able to break bars and gained entry.
The scene changes and now I have in mind that whatever the authorities have done to me is not legal but since they have done this to me they want to frame some how so that they can justify their action. They are ready to go to the extent that even if I do not pay electricity or telephone bill they will treat this violation of law and that will result in deportation. At the same time something is coming to my mind (again totally absurd) that if some how I get placed at number 41, all this misery can go away.
The scene again changes and I find that one of my office colleagues is also in same situation. We discuss and find that our telephone bill is due so let us pay this before it is overdue. We both are going to the telephone department in our cars. What we find that there are road blocks put in our way to delay us. We are trying to take different routes but there is big block in front of my car and I cannot move at all. At the same time someone bangs my colleague’s car and he gets hurt and unable to drive. I jump in his car which is a 4x4 and take driver seat. Some how seat is very low and I am unable to see road in front of me. I tried to pull seat up but it broke. Now I am squatting and driving. Again there are many racing cars which are trying to block our way. I am navigating between these cars and trying to reach telephone office as fast possible before it closes.
Ultimately we reach the telephone office and I jump out with both our bills however there is a long queue and they are distributing tokens. I run to get a token. To my surprise I get token # 41. I am so happy that I just jumped as some how my instinct is saying that our miseries are over.
And that’s when my daughter wakes me up….
Though not related to some Star but about language.
I was kid when my father was posted in other corner of India (quite far off from our native place). Along with some of my friends, I was purchasing gift for one of our friends. As usual we were debating what to purchase.
One gentleman was watching us and some how he said why do not you purchase camel. He said that surprisingly in my native language. I replied in the same language saying that we already have original camels in our village (I am from desert state of India where we have camels at our farm house).
That person was so amused that he said he is so happy to see a person of his place and requested profusely to come home.
Anyway he came home with me and became a good family friend later on.
So language is a great binder and gives a very good personal touch.
As my father had a transferable job, we had travelled a lot. At that time most of travel used to happen in train.
It used to be long journey.
We used like to see which all station are coming on the way and used to write name of all the station even where train is not stopping. It used to be tough task as to make list longer we have to crane out our head at each station. Try to be awake as long as possible, wake up in night to see if we can catch 2-3 more than our siblings.
We used to preserve our papers as treasure considering that this is something unique which we have.
After many years, when we grown up, we realized that the name of all those stations are already there in Train Timetable and directory. This made me feel so dumb when I remembered all those efforts put in preparing those lists.
Even long after leaving school, memories of school are one which we remember most.
Is it because we had good time there or because that is the place which makes or breaks our life. Whatever we became - Good or Bad, Successful or Failure, mostly depends on the school time.
That first day in school - for some it would have been separation from familiar territory of home, familiar face of parents/ siblings and stepping in the real world -sometime bad and sometime good. Some of us cries for what we leave behind and some of us are excited to find what we are going to get. Some are lucky to get great teacher and class mate who build our relationship whereas some feel unlucky for getting those strict teacher (though later in life we realize how good that was but that is too late to appreciate that moment). Also we come to true facets of life with those bully classmate without fall back of parent protection. But whatever it is those are memories which get inked in our life forever. For me, more than 50% of my dreams (those I get during my sleep and not one which I plan) have some or other linkage to school time.
