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বৃষ্টি যতই হয়, সমৃদ্ধ হয় নদী...

ভয় গুলো আর ও বেশি বেশি আঁকরে ধরে... 

কই, আগে তো এমন টা কখনো হয় নি...

পরিশ্রমের সুযোগ ও পারিশ্রমিক পরস্পর ক্রমশ অবনমনীয় সমানুপাতিক...               

কই, পণ্যদ্রব্যে তো এমন টা কখনো হয় নি...

পরিশ্রমের জবাব শুধুই কি পারিশ্রমিক?

এখন হয় বটে, কই, আগে তো এমন টা কখনো হয় নি...

তাহলে বাকি টুকু?

ভেসেছে...

ঠিক যেভাবে গঙ্গার স্রোতে কোভিড দেহরা...

কই, আগে তো এই মর্মান্তিক স্রোত কখনো বায় নি...

নদী বইবে, বইতে হবেই তাকে...

হিমালয়কে অমান্য সে কখনো করেনি;

করবেও না... 

কই, ওই দেহরা তার মোহনা বদলে তো দেয়নি...

নদীই পরিশ্রম , পরিশ্রমই নদী...

আত্মীয়তা সমানুপাতিক

কাজ: বয়েচলা... লক্ষ্য... মোহনা...

কই, এই দুইজন একে অন্যকে ছেড়ে তো কখনো যায়নি...

My blessings

My blessings

Guts! Always there has to be to start for a new world, for a beginning anew.

Your own Utopia based not on sand dunes, Not meant to be broken for no second

Have guts to rebuild it if broken nonetheless, for you

Make it, to your fill, on your own

Then follow Responsibilities, let 

It be your good companion but that sand dunes

Ordain it, make your strong root none but your Ideals..."Truth is what The knowledge is!"

Let lies get wings against you

Let it fly around, not you but the gust

Is there too to play its role, to get them away

Always, moments are there to judge you, to get you purified, to get you burnt to get you shine anew.

Go forward, go after truth

blessings are always there in the morning dew.

পুরুলিয়া ভ্রমণ

 

কোনো একসময় অমিতাভ ঘোষের "The Hungry tide" খুব আগ্রহের সাথে পড়েছিলাম। জেনেছিলাম সুন্দরবনবাসী দের জীবনে সুন্দর শব্দের অস্তিত্বই নেই। পরবর্তী কালে মহাশ্বেতা দেবীর ছোট গল্প "নুন" পড়েছিলাম ও সেখানে অনুভব করেছিলাম কোনো নির্দিষ্ট একটা আদিবাসী সমাজে এই "নুনের" গুরুত্ব টা কি? কিন্তু এই অনুভবগুলো আমার কাছে ছিল নিছক কাল্পনিক, সাহিত্য সংগৃহীত অনুভব। আর তাই অনেক কিছুই ঠিকঠাক বুঝে উঠতে পারিনি শুধুমাত্র পাঠ করে। বুঝতে পারিনি সুন্দরবন-বাসী ফকির কেন দিল্লি থেকে আশা ভাষাবিশারদ  কানাইকে হঠাৎ বিপদের মাঝে ফেলে দিয়ে সেই স্থান ত্যাগ করেছিল। আশ্চর্য লেগে ছিল জেনে, যে শুধুমাত্র "নুন" চুরি করতে গিয়ে জংলি দাতাল হাতির হাতে প্রাণ যেতেপারে আদিবাসী পূর্তি, ও তার অন্য দুইজন আত্মীয়ের।

21.10.2021 বন্ধুদের সাথে জীবনের এক ঘেয়েমি কাটাতে অযোধ্যা পাহাড় গিয়েছিলাম, পুরুলিয়া। এই প্রকৃতিকে ওই পাহাড়ি পরিবেশে বেশ কিছুটা উচ্চতা থেকে উপভোগ করার সৌভাগ্য হলো আমার এতদিনে। গিয়ে দেখলাম সেই অপরূপ প্রাকৃতিক সৌন্দর্য, মনে দাগ কাটতে পারে এমন প্রাকৃতিক সৌন্দর্য্য : পাহাড়ি পথ, বন, বৃক্ষ, নদী, রাত্রি, সূর্যের উদয়োস্ত, নিস্তব্ধতা ও প্রশান্তি। সত্যিই ভালো লাগার মতোই।

আমরা চারজন, প্রণয়, সৌম্য, কৌশিক ও আমি মোটরবাইক চালিয়ে গিয়েছিলাম। পাহাড়ি রাস্তায় পথ হারিয়েছিলাম আমরা। 15 কিমি রাস্তাটি যেতে প্রায় 45 কিমি রোমাঞ্চকর পাহাড়ি রাস্তা অতিক্রম করেছিলাম আমরা। যাইহোক, অবশেষে দুই একজন স্থানীয় মানুষের সাথে কথা বলেই আমরা আমাদের গন্তব্যে পৌঁছতে পেরেছিলাম। বেশ কয়েকটি গ্রাম ও গ্রামের মানুষজন আমাদের এই খুঁজেপাওয়া গন্তব্যের পাহাড়ি পথের মধ্যে এসেছিল। লক্ষ্য করেছিলাম বেশ কয়েকটি মাটির বাড়ির দেওয়ালে লেখা... " আদিবাসীদের জমি দালালরা হুশিয়ার! আদিবাসীদের জমি ও জঙ্গল বেআইনি ভাবে অ-আদিবাসীদের লীজ, ভাড়া বা বিক্রয় করা যাবে না । " " কর্পোরেট রাজ হটাও।" ------

অনুভবকরেছিলাম আমাদের এই প্রমোদ, ফূর্তিতে এই গ্রামবাসীরা খুশি নয়। আমাদের এই অনধিকার প্রবেশে তারা ও তাদের পারিপার্শ্বিক পরিবেশ ক্ষতিগ্রস্থ ও বিপন্ন। এটা তাদের কাছে বেআইনি, অনৈতিক, অনুচিত ও অভদ্রতা।

বিকেলবেলা আমাদের বেশ কয়েকটি আশপাশের পাহাড় ও পার্শ্ববতী এলাকা ভ্রমণের পরিকল্পনা ছিল। সেইমতো গেলাম। আমাদের মতই আরও কয়েকজন আমাদের আগে আগে পাহাড়ে উঠছিল। আমাদের আশেপাশে বেস কয়েকজন 6-7 বছরের বাচ্ছা ছেলেমেয়ে আমাদের অনুসরণ করতে থাকলো। কিছু বুঝে ওঠার আগেই পিছন থেকে আমার জামায় টানপড়লো। দেখলাম ওই বাচ্ছা গুলো আমাদের কাছে টাকা চাইছে। তৎক্ষণাৎ অনুভব করেছিলাম আমরা নিজেদের ভালো লাগানোর জন্য পাহাড়ে যাচ্ছি, কিন্তু সেখানকার সাধারণ মানুষ, যাদের জন্ম, বেড়ে ওঠা এবং মৃত্যু সব কিছুই ওই পাহাড় আর পাহাড়ি জঙ্গলকে ঘিরেই , তারা ভালো নেই।

কেউ আমাকে জানতে চাইলে, আমি বলবো, পুরুলিয়ার প্রাকিতিক সৌন্দর্য ও তার বিবরণ নতুন করে কিছু বলার নেই, ভালো লেগেছে। কিন্তু ওখানে বসবাসকারী সাধারণ মানুষ, তাদের জীবন ধারণ , ও তাদের বর্তমান অর্থনৈতিক অবস্থা দেখে আমার একদমই ভালো লাগেনি। মন খারাপ হওয়ার মতই। আর আমি বিশ্বাস করিনা, ওই সাধারণ মানুষদের অবস্থা দেখে করো মন ভালো থাকতে পারে বলে।

রাত্রিবেলা আমরা "যুব আবাসে" ছিলাম। ওখানে সব কিছুর সুন্দর ব্যবস্থা ছিল। দুইজন করে স্থানীয় আদিবাসী মানুষই ওই আবাসগুলোর দেখাশোনাতে নিযুক্ত দেখলাম। রাত্রিবেলা লক্ষ্য করেছিলাম ওনারা একটা বারান্দায় বসে মদ্যপান করছেন। পর্যটকরা যখন আবাসে মদ্যপান করেই থাকে তাহলে ওনাদের করতেও বাধা নেই। কিন্তু এই মদ, বিয়ার, বার ও রেস্টুরেন্ট এর সংস্কৃতি এই আদিবাসীদের একদা সংরক্ষিত জীবন শৈলীতে প্রবেশ করেফেলেছে। এর ফল কখনোই ভালো হওয়ার নয়। তাদের জমি, জঙ্গল, চাষবাস ও পশুপালনের সংস্কৃতি উপড়ে ফেলে শুধু মাত্র  অরোপিত পর্যটক নির্ভর জীবনধারণে তারা যেন অসন্তুষ্টই মনে হল।  উপলব্ধি করে ছিলাম।

যে পাহাড়ি ঝর্ণাধারার জল পানীয় গ্রামবাসীদের কাছে, সেখানে এই হোটেল ও রেস্টুরেন্ট দের নর্দমার দূষিত জল হানা দিয়েছে। তাদের এই পানীয় জল ক্রমশই দূষিত হচ্ছে, পানের অযোগ্য হচ্ছে। অনুভব করেছিলাম, আমরা যারা নৈসর্গিক প্রাকৃতিক ক্ষণিক সৌন্দর্য ভোগের নেশায় মত্ত হয়ে ওখানে গিয়ে প্রমোদ করছি, ওখানকার প্রাকৃতিক পরিবেশকে ক্ষণিকে দূষিত করছি সেই আমাদের ওই স্থানীয় পাহাড়ি আদিবাসীদের জীবনের সাথে কোনো যোগ নেই বটে, কিন্তু তাদের সাথে বেআইনি অনুন্নত কৃত্রিম আর্থিক  একটা সম্পর্ক ও সংস্কৃতি সকলকে বোঝানোর চেষ্টা চলছে। বরং বলাযায়, আমাদের এই ফুর্তির বিভিন্ন মাধ্যমগুলী ওদের আপন সংস্কৃতির পরিপন্থী। ওদের ওই আদি ও স্ব-সংস্কৃতি আজ আমাদের কারণেই বিপদগ্রস্থ, ধ্বংসের মুখে। আদিবাসী শিশুদের শৈশব, কৈশোর ও যৌবন সবকিছুই বিপথগামী।

আমরা ওই আদিবাসী বাচ্ছা ছেলেমেয়েদের হাতে কিছু টাকা দিয়ে নিজেদের মহান ভাবতে শুরু করেছি, কিন্তু ওদের মধ্যেই আছে সেই ভবিষ্যৎ ফকির, যে একদিন সুযোগ পেলেই আমাদের মধ্যে থাকা কানাইয়ের কাছ থেকে সমস্ত হিসেব কড়ায় গন্ডায় বুঝে নেবে।

Teachers' day

This is all about 5th September- the day which got its present venerated recognition on the 5th September, 1962 and has been observed since then as Teachers’ Day.  The day I hope, was / is & will be very special for students nationwide or, maybe world-wide. But, to be honest, for me 5th September is nothing but another 5th - the 5th date of a month. I would rather observe each & every normal day as The Teachers' day! I am a student & want throughout my life to be the same, as I am a very greedy student! Greed for what? To get blessed, inspired, loved by them & be in touch with them always. In other words, I am connected with them by heart & spiritually. Though this writing is little about those honourable people I respect, follow & try to feel them always, I can't just help adverting their names here.  My Mother & My father, My Sir, Sri Pranab Mukhherji, My Ma'm, Prf. Paromita Sengupta. Pisimoni, My Didi, Dolondidi & the last but not least is My Dada, Prf Galib Uddin Mondal. Those whom I have mentioned above are my sources of inspiration! And they are certainly not subject to be esteemed on any particular special dates for me! I have learned from them... " Raise your voice against whatever & whenever there is anything wrong happening around you." Try to say no for anything you think is wrong even if am the speaker!" " Try to ask questions till you get the right answer!" "Try to help others as much as you can." " Just be yourself & don't bother others if you are of any opinion in you!" And here what I am going to follow is what the last one strikes strongly! Here I would dearly like to mention a tweet shared as whatsaap status, by Sir, Prf. Subhajit Pandit, one of my best wishers.. The post said- " Teachers are not demigods, mystics and realised souls who need perpetual veneration. Respect for a 'guru' can not mean they are beyond questioning and accountability. Do not get tricked into surrendering your independent mind." Yes...! I truly believe in it and this is exactly what I have learnt from my teachers themselves. But contrary to this thought, today this particular date is rather unfortunately observed chilly. Day by day, The certified assuming teachers are becoming established more as note sellers, black money holders ( as they, violating laws, give tuition with money openly to their dear products ( students) and to make them blessed sometimes Those teachers click a free pretending smiling selfie among them with some delicious dishes The teachers buy from the money of their dear products themselves) . No doubt, once they used to be regarded as The social friends but now they have been reduced to nothing  but the social exploiters. Yes, exceptions are always there...! Hence, I am very lucky to get in touch with those beautiful & lovely personalities, I mentioned or not mentioned above, I cherish in myself always , who inspire me each second and I do want to continue it till the last breath in my life...

                                                              Thank you...

The lockdown days

 There is a beautiful park for children in our locality. For me, it is always more than attractive for more than one reason. Earlier, sometimes I did try to occupy its vacant seats, but to drive me away there was a watchman with his 'lathi' whenever I mistakenly had entered the park. But nowadays I don't know why, none is there to occupy the seats. Even the watchman himself is not present there to drive me away. As if the entrance is locked since an unknown age. So, nowadays I enjoy the full facility of the seats as well as the atmosphere. But to be honest, without the children who used to play with each other, this place has lost all its glory. Sometimes I also don't feel it is necessary to come here without them. Even while running on roads, I don't see anyone walking in the market, none is in the grocery shops or in other stalls too. Sabji stalls are closed for quite some days, no bargaining, no laughing, no noise and full of silence everywhere. Even there are no dogs barking at me! I don't know why even children are not allowed to attend their classes nowadays.

There was a time when I saw, from the top of the schools, the guardians to make their children go to schools on time, though they have less interest in attending classes than playing in the park. Had any one of them by mistake tried to look up at me, one would have had to be caught by ear by one's parent saying at once "it's getting late! Hurry up!" Now, if anyone is caught sight of on the road by chance, he or she is with a cloth being linked with their own ears, covering almost their face save their eyes. Human beings are known to be the most social living beings on the planet as far as their garments are concerned. They do feel shy without clothes, as they are not supposed to go nude on the road like us. But till date, it is quite natural for them to go out without any cover on their face. But sorry, as I always say, "exceptions are always there". Rather, it varies from gender to gender as much as I am concerned about human beings. Sometimes religions have their respective patriarchal roles for making a discriminatory society. But nowadays, their faces too are all covered with masks regardless of all genders, ages and religions as well. As if we are now undergoing a taste of something most of us had been opposing when we came close to each other. But the question is, " what happened to human beings?" Why don't they wish to get their faces exposed to everyone as before? Maybe, what they have already achieved is considered anything but to live together, to speak to each other, to stand for others. Do they feel shy about

each other? No, they get afraid of themselves, afraid of standing before the mirror, shy to stand to be exposed in front of themselves.

Though I find, for them, it is difficult to place it at the exact location on their face. Sometimes it hangs on their necks, sometimes the nose is not allowed to be covered with but the mustache. Some people, at some places, are also seen to use it for glasses when a sound sleep is required. It is not that everyone loves to wear it. One day a passerby threw his at me! It seemed that he felt sorrow for me as I didn't have one. That was what I was not really accustomed to getting from them. Rather, there are those things like, Bananas, Roties, Channa and all that they usually have, come to me thus from them. But what's it? And I, just for my curiosity, picked it up and placed it perfectly over my face covering my nose and lips together by stretching it with my ears. But as soon as I reached my adda, my family with their folk started showing their disapproval of my newly covered face. They were very straightforward about it and for that matter, I was told, " listen, you shall never be allowed with this newly launched trend on your face! You have to leave it at once! Do you feel ashamed of being naked like us? We feel proud of being as uncovered as we were before and are now as well. Remember, no pandemic, no religion and no politics can get us more naked than we are now! We don't need to hide our faces under any 'Mask'. And be proud of being what shameless you are! Understood? Never try to get it over! Or you will have the consequences! Keep it in your mind always!" I at once made a long throw with it to get respite from my family. It had already been some days that I had no food and added to it my family started getting me. I left the place.

The next day again, I visited the empty park again and occupying a chair I sat there. No one was there, so I soon fell asleep keeping my back on rest. Suddenly I woke up from my nap. I found a man with a long beard, wearing a white cap, though his face was uncovered. His eyes were closed and he was sitting on his knees. Nearby there was a cycle being stood and loaded with two bags. I was a bit excited to see him there and approached him immediately. I sat just in front of him sitting and kept noticing his face carefully. It had been so long that I had not seen any faces. I was observing his face minutely and he, keeping his eyes closed, just kept whispering with whom I didn't know as there was no one save me. I kept sitting there and without food for some days I was tired too. Suddenly, his eyes were open. He was surprised to find me just in front of himself. But there was such a smile and an expression of kindness in his face that it made me assume that he was not afraid of me at all. He had been observing me for some time and said, "wait". He reached the cycle nearby and took out two bananas from inside the bag and started skinning one of them. He gave me the skinned one and I, snatching it at once, started enjoying it to my fill. After I had finished it he delivered me the skinned second one too. I had just started having it and there was a sudden sound of bitting drums, ghanta & shankha being heard from the nearby road that moves forward towards the market ahead. There was a loud chanting chorus saying " Jay Sri Ram...". The peaceful atmosphere suddenly changed into an awful noisy one leaving both two of us confused inside the park. The atmosphere was just like - Drums bitting, a group of people dancing with shiny weapons and 'Dhol' 'kansor' in the middle of the road. The mask less folk were on an advantage to being the loudest ones. There is much difficulty to make chanting when one is with the mask as I had already gained the similar taste before.When all those things were going on there I had just found two breads in my lap thrown by the man. I guessed he was about to depart the place giving me a bit of relief from starving for some time.

Anyway, if they just want to worship the Lord Ram I have no problem with them, as I am also called 'Hanuman'. But I didn't really understand what the Man with a long beard and white cap was doing with me...

My dear students

 

Hi, my dear students... I hope you all are well. Today I am going to share with all of you one of my thoughts about myself. Well, let's start off with a simple question..." Who am I ?" The answer is I am a student just like each of you. Yes, many of you may think, "what is Sir saying?" Let me make it clear to you. I am not really satisfied with my teaching and the problems or the difficulties you face and feel while learning were faced by me in the same way you are doing presently. There are so many problems I have yet to solve. I am a student and I have liabilities to discover it. There is no difference between you and me. I am not as a so-called 'teacher' to you as others (are). There are so many mistakes I commit the way you all do when you learn anything. And please believe in me each & every fault I make has made me what I am today. When you ask questions, I think upon them, do try to give you answers that are best known to me and if I don't have proper knowledge of anything you ask me, I go through some research required and believe me that makes me conscious and alert always throughout my learning. I need questions all the time from my dear students and that is only because I myself have to be improved... I have to have the knowledge I still don't have... And how do I get it? The answer is by going through your questions! Honestly speaking, I really noticed some of you sometimes have better knowledge than me of some certain subjects. Sometimes it also takes toll to my nerves to express myself in front of you and I don't really feel ashamed to admit it in front of all of you... and I don't get ashamed of that either. I have some limitations of mine and I love to admit it first and then get engaged in eradicating them at my best. Whatever I have learnt from my Sir, My Madam, what suggestions I have been following from them, I would like all of you to follow the same for your learning... If they, throughout the years of their careful teaching experience, can easily admit their thinking in front of me, in front of their dear students like you, I feel really no disgrace to admit mine in front of you all... It doesn't prevent me from learning anything either. It rather inspires me to improve more and more whatever I have learnt from them and to learn anew from you and that's something I would love to do throughout my life... I promise you that whatever faults I have with myself right now, I will overcome them as soon as possible and will appear in front of you with a better version of myself... Thank you so much for keeping me updated...! Wishing you all a bright & promising future...!!! And love you all dears...!!! 💞

Cycling in a dream

 

The incessant rain, over an hour had been continuously pouring down and I was witnessing it standing under a shade on my way back home from school as I was without the umbrella. While going out,especially to school my mother  always wanted me with the umbrella but I myself with a cycle only and nothing else. Then I was in class VIII and a consistent student in the class. And It didn’t matter how much rain it was I would never be absent in the class. Though the classes were not that important on that very rainy days still I had to be present there just only for getting a glance at the drawings, paintings and the necessary activities being carried out by others for the upcoming school foundation day.

I had a group of friends and being assured that on the next day we all would be present I left  school after the bell but was standing resignedly under the shade of a closed shop. My school was around nine kilometers away from my house and I considered it as an advantage for my passion of cycling and used to attend classes by this dear bearer. I loved riding cycle and in my spare time I would like to take care of it by wiping off and oiling it sometimes. My cycle must be fit and tidy and while cycling there should be no other sounds but a silent smooth hissing of bearings. I often fancied if the king ‘Rana Pratap of Meybar’ had been alive with his dear ‘Chaitak’ I would have made an open contest with them. Now doubt that would have been a suitable taste for my dear carrier friend as well.

At last the rain allowed me for riding cycle once again and I had to paddle fast as I was already late. It would take twenty minutes more to reach home. When I was on my way home for around fifteen minutes a sudden incident took place and I was completely unaware of the sudden incident to face. The road was about to curve to right just two minutes away from my house and I was getting hardly any vision at that moment. I was at an average cycling speed when a beautiful kitten happened to appear in front of my cycle and jump very close into the front wheel of it. Though I was successful to save its life by checking speed of the cycle save myself as I had no other option but to get slipped badly on the road and fell down being apart from it. I took a little time to get up as I was wounded but all of a sudden a bus at a good speed just came and disappeared from my sight through the curve, making me almost blind quite for a moment. I had already collected my cycle but was mentally hurt, not because of my being wounded rather it was my fallen carrier which was the sole cause of my repentance. Since I bought it I had never let it get damaged but today I couldn’t control it on time. 

Then I started moving towards my house which would take just two minutes more to reach. I just stepped seven or eight steps forward along the left side of the road only when I felt something unnatural the front wheel had all but run over. I stopped, leaned down forward and at last had to squat almost. I noticed the same bright kitten and so beautiful its color was that I could still, despite that gloomy surroundings, see it clearly. Dead it was! Its head had got crushed by any vile vehicle. It just came to my mind “Oh! was it that ominous bus which had disappeared just a few minutes ago?”. I was right. This was that bus that had run over that beautiful creature. I felt hurt once more and perhaps this time the most. Suddenly, It just came to my mind that I was a part of this cruel incident to happen. I kept considering myself acquiesced of its death. ”It has died just because of me, of my unawareness, of my fault...It is only because of the kitten’s sudden collision with my cycle that has led it to run in that direction the bus is coming from.” As if I could gradually begin to understand my role in its sudden omega. “Yes I am the culprit.” And it started to haunt me continuously  leaving me weaker mentally, losing control over nerves. Once again the rain had started and I noticed the blood stained with its flesh, mixing into the drops of rain, started draining across the road. As if the blood itself didn’t want to be the witness of this brutal sin for tomorrow and was in a hurry leaving behind its master’s frame alone. And really I too didn’t want to be the witness. I couldn’t stand there and made my way towards home.

The rain was ceaseless and I didn’t allow myself to go out in such a bad rainy weather. I rather felt myself comfortable with a story book but was unable to go through it due to an unknown fidget. At night while having dinner when I felt a loss of appetite my Mother asked me, “What happened to you? You are having nothing!”. I, just to give an excuse, told her “ the Sabji is not that much tasty today, so I can’t.” But the scenario was pointing out something different from my words as my given excuse didn’t match up with the performance on my dinner plate. There were two ‘Rotis’ left but the Sabji got vanished completely and One could, if try, see One’s reflected face on it such as my mother’s worried face was being reflected on my eyes from there. In this world One’s food capacity of the stomach is too bad to make One’s mother happy enough. All the mothers are always worried as well as unsatisfied with the quantities of the meals, and it doesn’t matter how much more, their sons can load into their elastic pear-shaped bag. The more a son eats the happier a mother becomes and the effect turns out opposite when the scenario is just the vice-versa. But nothing was to be done at that moment. I should have been more careful while giving the particular excuse to her. If I had been a little bit aware I would have said something different that would have certainly beared coherence with the pretense.

So after a long hectic day I was to take a rest. I said to my mind : “ Be calm ... nothing evil happened to you. Around the world, all the time ,much more pathetic incidents have been continuously happening and there is no one to look back at it. No one is to get depressed, No one sad, No one worried even for one of those happenings. Then why are you wasting so much of your emotions?” We are, to get a bit of relief, always eager to be compared with those who are greater in crimes than us to prove us less criminals.

Next day though I didn’t participate into any programme I reached school in time and enjoyed the day with my friends together. Finally when it came to its end and we bade each other ‘goodbye’ I also was on my way home. Suddenly I happened to watch a cat running across the road and seeing it  the memory of that dead kitten started to haunt me once again. After spending a joyful day with my dear friends I was about to forget that remorseful incident. In our memory all the bad experiences are stronger than our good ones and the former ones enter our mind without our permission even when we don’t want to remember them at all. So pondering upon them when I was proceeding towards my house the last rays of the Sun began to disappear and I was just going to reach the same curve where the heinous incident of the yesterday took place. All of a sudden a bus appeared playing its bright lights over my eyes and made me close them almost. I just tried to avoid the lights with one of my hands and then I felt an odd bump from the front wheel and losing control over the cycle fell down badly almost on the middle of the road. At once I lifted my head and saw one of the front wheels of the bus was just approaching nearer my head and I with my best effort tried to save myself but it was a vain attempt after all as it had already touched my head and feeling suffocated I tried screaming back and just happened to find myself being awaken in bed from a nightmare and perspiring continuously.