At the end of every six months, after my semester exams are done, I fly homewards for a 20-day (end of odd semester) or 45-day (end of even semester) break. I fly from Bangalore to Siliguri which takes 4 hours. Around 1900 kilometers journey.
Just yesterday I returned from my 21 day vacation.
Tomorrow 4th semester begins.
New semester, New phase of life.
Got to spend six months before I see home.
Like most of us, I too have some phobias. Most prevalent was my fear of darkness. This fear was unknowingly instilled in me. As a kid, whenever there would be a power cut, I would wander around house in the dark. Controlling me would be difficult, so our landlord’s sister used to scare me with stories of monsters that linger in the dark. From then on I was scared of darkness. As I grew up I realised there’s nothing called monsters but still there was this fear lingering around my psyche. I needed night lamps while sleeping. Even I’m in deep sleep and the lights go off, I somehow could sense it and would wake up out of fright. This went on for around 14 years. Yes, 14 long years….
When I was in tenth grade of school, we at last shifted to an apartment of own. I at last got a room how I wanted it to be. My first night in my new home. As usual I switched on the night lamp and went to bed, but couldn’t sleep. The room seemed too bright for me to sleep. I switched off the light. My father came running from his room and asked, “why did you switch off the light?” I answered, “the light’s too bright”, ” will you be able to sleep or shall I call your mother? ” “I think I can, there’s the street light outside”. He went back, still feeling doubtful. I lied down and the next I thing I remember my mother calling me to wake up. From that day on, I don’t feel scared of the dark, wherever I may be.
I am always one of a kind. Many a times I react or act in a way that is unique. Many girls and boys in their early teens had crushes on somebody or the other. Many of my friends had crushes on a cute guy in the class, or a handsome senior or their siblings’/cousins’ friends. But I didn’t. I never found any boy around me worth having a crush on. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t have a crush AT ALL. The first time I had a crush when I was in my sixth grade of school. On whom? On the male protagonist of my then favorite TV show 😅😳
I may sound weird but yes. Most of the time I land up having a crush on some celebrity. So I never can nor will I ever be able to confess 😢
But whenever I see him on TV, I just cannot stop myself from staring my eyes out at him 😳😍
If I had to live forever as either a child/adolescent/adult, I would have chosen to live as a child. Childhood happens to be the best phase of one’s life. A child’s life is the simplest of all humans. No complications, no tension, no worries. A child does not know what future is, too busy to sulk about the past. It lives the present and enjoys it to the fullest. All a child needs is food, sleep and lots of love and pampering….
I got a lot of pampering from my parents and my relatives as a kid. And I love it.
I just turned 20 yesterday (30th August, 2015). Next year I will turn 21, then 22, on and on and on. As the years pass by, my youth will gradually slip away and someday my skin will be wrinkled 2-3 folds, no teeth, eyesight will be poor, my back will bend. I will be weak, lean, always needing someone’s help.
Noooooooooooo. I don’t want this. NO. NEVER.
Had the fountain of youth existed, I would have drank the water when the clock struck midnight the day I turned 16. I wish I could remain 16 forever…..
Had my neighbor on the plane/bus/train been a chatty person, I would have been on alert for some time, it’s obvious, isn’t it? Some stranger trying to be too friendly. But once I’m convinced he/she is harmless, I may join in the ramble, cause I’m a talkative person as well! So maybe he/she could turn out to be my new bff, after all our existing friends we also strangers once upon a time 😉
I was in my tenth grade of school the year I turned 16. It was my last year in my heaven (I changed my school in eleventh grade).
The sixteen-year old me was carefree, impulsive with short temper. Talkative!! My teachers were tired of complaining to my parents. I was a rebellious kid. I was enjoying life. Enjoying school which was is in a festive mood that year as we were celebrating its 50th anniversary.
The thing about me that I wish I could have changed was my short temper. The thing I wish hadn’t changed is my carefree nature.
I belong to a small town in the state of West Bengal in India. Named Siliguri. It’s on the foothills of the Darjeeling hills. It’s like any other Bengali city, but Siliguri isn’t as advanced as the capital city Kolkata. When i was a kid, the city didn’t have malls, multiplex movie theatres, clubs, or five star hotels. No discotheques even. Swimming pools were only in the two most luxurious three star hotels. The guests and members and people who subscribed for swimming training classes could use. The fees for training was high and the hotel is away from the main city, so not anyone and everyone could use. Now there are malls, multiplexes, discos, and also a club and a five star hotel. The city has changed a lot within the last 20 years of my life.
One can find three prominent groups of people- Bengalis, Marwaris and the Nepalese. So there’s Bengali, Hindi and Nepali spoken mostly.
Judging by economic status, one can find people below poverty line, the middle class and also millionaires. Most Marwaris are businessmen and are among the richest in the city. Bengalis and Nepalese can be seen in all fields and strata.
Compared to the metropolitan cities, Siliguri’s economic condition is not too good, but at least the cost of living is cheaper. Moreover day by day our city is becoming a business hub in the northern part of West Bengal.
If pills could get us all nutrition, life would have been easier. No need to rise early in the morning, hurrying through the kitchen to make breakfast before heading for work. No worrying about grabbing lunch between meetings and conferences. No worrying about how to maintain an appropriate balanced diet day in and day out because that chore would be done by a couple of tiny colourful pills. Which means, no need to worry about our physique (*flirtatious whistle* 😉 ).
But, won’t we be doing injustice to those poor taste buds embedded in our tongues???? It won’t get to taste the saltiness of cheese, the sweetness of honey and ripe mangoes, the tanginess of lemons and oranges, the bitterness of healthy bitter gourds.
Our teeth would be jobless. The olfactory organs wouldn’t get to smell anything delicious, that stimulates our vagus nerves and get us salivating, what a pity!!!!
The special cuisine of a country or a province becomes a part of its culture, it’s heritage. These colourful diet pills would destroy the world heritage!!!
Pills would make life easier for me, I wouldn’t have to think much about those vegetables I don’t like eating but are healthy, I wouldn’t have a single nutrient deficiency. I would have a perfect body. But I cannot think about not eating food!!! I like dosas and hilsa fish, tandoori chicken and hakka noodles, pizzas and spinach and corn sandwiches, mangoes and strawberries, cheese and paneer.