here are few things I would like to see happen this year

• I hope i can sit for my first proffessional;my attendance is very miserable .
• concentrate more on my studies
• I would like to keep the same control on my smoking as of now
• Manisha to become a little more beautiful,at least less pimply.She is extremly charming but her..
• Sourav to get his glorious form back
• Irfan Pathan to become a true batsman and to quite bowling
  
• Rabridevi to give birth to her tenth child now that job as chiefminister has expired and it is time to return to her original job
• Abhishek to marry Rani
• Girls to wear more daring clothes(don't get me wrong.....!!!!)
  
• I would try to grow some exotic flowers in our garden.
  

help me

Help me with this problem:when I upload image to my posts I cannot see the pictures in the post.

this morning

As usual, yesterday night I have kept myself engaged with my computer till the wee hours and as a result woke up this morning well after 10'o clock.I found it to be a cold and damp morning with the sun shielded by a thick layer of clouds which though did not threaten with a downpour seemed immobile despite a cold breeze blowing in fom the west in occasional swirls.Yesterday I had planned to visit the bank today to draw some money but now decided against it and instead sat down in front of the Tv to catch the ongoing test between India and Pakistan in Pakistan.Yesterday M.S.Dhonihad completed his first test century,in 93balls only and this morning too was batting extremly well.However he got stumped out on 144.But it was not a big dissapointment as was the dismissal of the gutsy Irfan on 90.He is consistently playing well and at the same time missing on hundreds with equal consistancy.It was really dissapointing.
Since the last few days my experience on the internet has increased a few notches and is mainly due to two MMORPGs -eternallands and runescape -I found out after a lot of searching.They are free ,have good 3d graphics and absolute fun.

an excerpt...

Here is the first few lines I wrote for my new work(I must mention again that it is still in the experimental stage).
"Alazy mist lay over the fields ,now shorn of their crops ,and the houses with thick mud walls and old thatched roofs that sloped on four sides,and the trees who were still dozing.The birds were silent;perhaps because of the mist.The air was cold and still. The patches of grass on either side of the street looked fresh and soft,being wet.Yesterday when they had reached the village,bordering the fringes of the Sunderbans, it was dark by that time.Sanjay had been insisting him to visit his village for a long time.
The dust on the street was thick and heavy and got stuck to the sole of the sandals in flaking chunks.
-'How do you like our village?'Sanjay asked while they walked along side by side brushing their teeth.
-'It is entirely different from our village,but I like it.I love the way the village is sprawled around.Some houses in a closed cluster while some are alone in the middle of the fields.In our village we have the houses and the fields clearly demarcated,far and apart but here all are mingled into one.'
-'Wait till I have shown you around.'
-'I can't wait ... but remember one thing!'
Sanjay looked at his friend and guest,amused.
-'I have kept my promise , now it is your turn'.
-'Oh I know.I am looking forward to the visit to your village'.
They reached the village square which was a meeting place of three streets and was populated by some commercial establishments yet to open for the day's business except for a tea stall,already thronged by the villagers for their morning cup of tea.In oneof thosemud-walled houses there must be a video parlour.A large hording displaying the posters of an outdated bengali film proclaimed the fact.Ther was a tubewell close to the teastall.They washed themselves at the tubewell and proceeded toward the stall where Sanjay was greeted warmly .'


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a request

Please let me know your opinion about my writing.Your opinion is important to me.

a secret wish

I had always wanted to be a doctor and so had my family.Last year when I made a rank
of 352 out of 36000 candidates and got an admission to kolkata medical college that was a right step in the fulfilment of that dream.But another wish that I have been nurturing from my childhood,in complete ignorance of others,is to become a writer.Book has always been my best friend.I love to read books and I also like to think about the person who has written the book that I happen to be reading at that moment.How it feels to be an author of a book?
I have developed the habit of writing from a very young age.Intially I used to write in bengali but later I shifted to english.There was no reader of my writings.I was too shy too brag about my writings.Although my uncle was aware that I wrote on a regular basis he never showed any interest ,instead he tried to discourage by saying that I should concentrate on my studies.Baroma had once showed some flitting interest and surely she was not impressed since my writing style and subject were painfully immature.When I was in class seven I got a new private tutor who came to learn about my writing and was instrumental in getting one of my poem published in a local annual publication which actually served the purpose of advertising than of literature.Unfortunately a year later there arose some dissentment between uncle and the teacher over a hike in the fees and he left after which I had no communication with him.
At the begining my writing was not very systematic.I used to write without putting much thought, so improvement in my style was slow.Also I tried to put my feet into shoes those were far larger than my feet.I tried to write about things of which had no clear idea or experience,for instance,I tried my hand at love and human relationship in an immature futile copying of books by renowned author.The result of these tendencies was that after penning the first few lines,I did not know what to write next and I used to suffer from depression.I did notlike the idea of short story.Always there would be something grand patrolling my head.Nothing short of a novel would do for me.The prepartion for starting a novel(and I would be doing these quite often in those days)would be elaborate.I would make a book of blank pages by shortening the pages of my long exercise books by chipping from two sides and then stitching them together to form a" real" book albeit without any printed words.After the pages had been put together I would next paint the name of my novel on the cover and sometimes even paint a picture to give a more realistic feel to my book.However when it came to plot and storyline ,not surprisingly,my prepartion was next to nothing.At best I would have a faint idea about what I want to write ,believing somehow things would clear up as I progress with my writing, but needless to say things only got confusing .The things would come to such a pass that I would completely lose my interest and would be impatient to move on to a next venture which would met with the same inevitable fate.
As I grew up y point of view about my own writing changed.I discarded the ambition of authoring "great" novels.Instead I decided to concentrate on improving the quality of my writing.I began to keep a regular dairy .This was when I switched from bengali to english.In retrospect I like to think after that my writing improved hugely and adapting to english only made it easy because I found I was more comfortable with english than I was with bengali.During my plus two level I began to consider a novel,though an experimental one,afresh.It took me two years to complete it.

a pleasant discovery at Howrah and a not so pleasant dissapointment and a good turn

Though Howrah station is too crowded and noisy to be pleasant ,it certainly has some beautiful women working at its ticket counters ;at least at one of them.This discovery I made quite recently although I have been commuting for almost six months now.For the initial three or four months I need visit the booking office, that too in Burdwan,only once a month since I used a monthly ticket .After that period I deliberately did not renew my ticket and began to travel without ticket.I had my own reason for travelling without ticket .The monthly ticket costs three hundred and ten rupees.If I were a daily passenger I would have saved a lot.But the problem was I travelled only on weekends,on saturday from Howrah to Burdwan and on monday morning on the way back.As far as economy was concerned my actual cost for all my journeys in a month was a little less than the amount being charged from me for the monthly ticket.Then why go for it?It might be true that being a monthly holder means that you do not have to stand in an ardous qeue to collect your ticket,but the trouble to me looked the worth ,after all it would save some money.I held on to my first decision of not to renew my monthly plan, however I could not sincerly stick to the other decision,that is to book tickets from the booking counter.I simply didn't want to spend any money for my journeys though it is a crime to travel free on train and I also knew that if the authority could get its hand upon me even for once it would charge me more than the monthly fees.So in that case I would be a loser.Every time I boarded a train I would always be nervous.In platforms I would be in a hurry to get out into the streets untouched.At the exits where TTEs stand to ask for the tickets I would make a point to move with a large crowd hidden in its core and since there was no dearth of crowds at Howrah thre was very little chance for my plans to go wrong.Danger is not only at the exit ,sometimes TTEs lurking around on the platforms can accost you all of a sudden taking you by surprise.But somehow I managed to keep away from them.
The chance of getting caught was mainly in Howrah because of the high degree of survellience there.In comparison Burdwan was a free run.Only at the exit one could find a one or two TTEs,but most of the time they are so insincere in their work that they never bother to ask for tickets.But as fate would have it ,it was in Burdwan station that I got caught.Before disembarking from train I would always make sure that no TTEs are nearby,but this time I got everything wrong,because it was dark so that I couldnot see very well and TTEs ,three of them, were in civilian dress.They charged me nearly three hundred rupees.I returned home embittered and after lot of deliberation I concluded that all the troubles I had undertaken had come to naught.At that very moment ,I resolved to book ticket legally henceforth,and true to my resoloution when I returned to Kolkata a day later I booked my ticket and then on saturday on my return to Burdwan I did not forget to book my ticket,and it was when I made the pleasant discovery of which I spoke at the very evening.At Howrah there are two ticket booking counters ,one at each of the two entry points.The few times that I had bothered to book a ticket I had been to the counter at the north end of the station.This was the first time that I queued up at the booking counter at the west end.As I waited my turn I noticed the beautiful women behind the glass panes handing out tickets.But the one who took my breath away was the girl alloting tickets to our queue.She was not very beautiful in the truest sense of the word ,but her eyes ,the soft roundness of her face attracted me.Actually it would be difficult to pinpoint any particular feature that captivated me;perhaps it was an invisible but palpable aura around her emanating from every part of her being that did the trick.As she prepared my ticket by working on the computer I did not want the moment to pass,but she did not take long .
In the train among other things I thought of her a lot.I wanted to see her again I wanted to book my ticket from her again.
Today I went to the same window with a fervent anticipation,but alas ,there was no sight of her .I was dissapointed but I collected my ticket and I promised to return the next saturday.

a peculiar problem

Our exams commence on coming 17th January and I have to read a lot.Yet I cannot stay away from my computer for long.I am having a tough time.

a strange sighting...

This is not a story and if story can be true no story could be more truer than this.I don't remember the exact date.Perhaps I might have recorded the date if I had understood the real significance of the event at the time of its occurence ,but the truth is not at least a year or two laterI actually began to think about it.
Though now I seldom go for a visit to my native village , not so long ago I would go there twice a year, once during the summer vacation and once during the puja vacation.The day I speak of was during one of the summer vacations, nearly four years ago.It was late afternoon or to be more precise a little before dusk. Cattles grazing in the forests infront of our village were just being droven back by little children who instead of playing had to spend there afternoons looking after cattles.I alongwith many others were sitting in front of our house and from there we could see the forests with its sparse but huge towering eucalyptus trees ,and also the west horizon which was a vast expanse of open land now left barren as the crops had been harvested a few weeks back.We were having an interesting discussion among us ,but suddenly our attention was drawn to a ball of bright light that appeared out of nothing over the west horizon ,above the crop barren fields which you would take hours to cross to reach the village ,which looks like a thin ribbon,on its other side and you would never encounter a human on your way especially after the harvest season which was then.The object was nothing like anything we have seen before.It stayed put low over the horizon in the backdrop of a reddning sky and then it began to dim and brighten up alternatively.But more were to come .As we watched somewhat confused another six appeared, three on either side of the pevious one which was larger than the rest.In the meanwhile those who had gone to graze the cattles also saw the bright necklace of light mysteriously and omniusly hovering over the horizon.They took fright and hastily made for the saftey of the village.
Those obects disappeared into the thin air as they had appeared leaving the entire village flabbergasted behind them.Later lot of discussions took place in the homes and street of the village ,but no one knew any thing for certain and few tried to dismiss it as fireworks originating from the distant village(though now to me it seems the most implausible idea).
The villagers were not comfortable with something for which they had no explanation so they soon forgot what they saw .But I only began to see those fireballs in a new light and that was disturbing.

getting started

Now that I have finally started my blog it doesn't seem irrelevant to make the beginning with some words spent on myself.As I type the words my mind goes back to days when none would have thought I would be one day where I am today.Those were the days of my early childhood,when in a remote village somewhere in India ,I used to run across green fields ,splash in slushy pond or chase my playmates through the village street barefoot.I was no different from other children.Their ancestors and their fathers were farmers and they too would grow up to be farmers.My father too and still is a farmer.My jethu (a bengali word meaning father's elder brother) was a doctor practising in a town near Calcutta,which is a six hour train journey from my village(jethu had fought a lot against poverty to continue his studies ,but that is another story).My parents ,as concerned as they were about their son's future ,always liked to secretly hope that one day my uncle,now that he was prosporous, would offer to take over my responsiblities.They never expressed themselves neither did my uncle ever dropped any hint, actually he seemed to be surprisingly nonchalant about this issue , limiting his duties in presenting me with some cheap english wordbooks on his ocassional visit to the village.As I grew up quickly without anything changing on this front my parents ,poor village folk,began to loose their remaining hope.I used to be known as a brilliant student and this pained them ,because they were sure ,with the little resources that they had they would be unable to nurture me and my talents.Their greatest fear was that I too would grow up to be a farmer ,toiling in the fields where my father now do.At the same time I,myself, was blissfully unaware about the worries gnawing at my parents.But when God decides to step in surprises take place.It was I who ,no matter how unkowingly,changed the scenario.
It was the pick of one rainy season ,a time when the whole India goes under the waterfall,and it was when the marriage of my pisi(father's sister)took place.Uncle,who bore the cost, was also present .With him had come,especially for the marriage,and for the first time,and as time would tell later also the last time,the nurse who worked in his clinic and her daughter Maya,a few year older than me.Maya and I hit off it toghether very well.She was a lone child of her divorced mother and she perhaps found the solutions to her longingness for a brother whom her mother could not give her.I also became a quite favourite with her mother , Puspa,who ,much like her daughter tried to satiate her unfulfilled desire for a son.
After the festivities of the marriage was over ,all the relatives who had oblidged to come from far and near started to leave for their home,and it was time Uncle too,alongwith Maya and her mother ,leave. None had expected the way I cried when they were about to leave.I wanted to accompany them.I cried hysterically.In no way would I let them leave the house without taking me with them.I surprised everyone and everyone was embrassed not knowing what to do.However Maya was joyous,and her mother too started to request uncle to let me accompany them.
I did not know what thoughts crossed his mind as he ,fully dressed for the journey ahead ,watched me roll on the earth and strain my vocal cords hoarse :he did finally give his consent.And that was the turning point of my life.That I have achieved and that I will achieve in the future are all because of that moment when nothing unusual happened except that I cried.And I cried as though there were no tomorrow and in retrospect threre was truly no tomorrow.

I have heard a lot about blogging but did not have any clear idea about it as I didn't have a net connection.So as soon as I have acquired the connection I set out to create my own blog and here it is.I think the idea of blogging is novel.I had always wanted to share my thoughts and views with many others but there was a want of a suitable platform.Now it seems,to my great pleasure,that I have found one,at last.I look forward to the coming days of my life as a blogger.A happy start on Happy New Year