A Love Story : Part 2

Part 2 :

The day in the college went smoothly.  In the evening I sent a message to her and got an instance reply. Was it an impulse or coincidence or she was just waiting for my message? But mind could not get an answer to that silly question. The night arrived with some new expectation. I could not restrict my hand from calling that unknown number.  A free call service was immense help to me at that time. Thanks to my network provider.  I do not understand what we were talking. However it continued till 3am in the morning. I had never talked with anyone so long before. Anyways that was such a lovely time which past with blink of an eye. Next day I had class in the morning. But I missed it since I could not wake up.. I felt very bad about that. I thought I will not talk so long any more. But again mind was not read to obey my orders. On that night again I called her.  Our talks continued till late night. This time I managed to get up and attend classes.  I talked to my friends regarding this. My friends started teasing me. In the hostel everybody told me that she would ask about my girlfriend tonight. That day I thought let me not call that day. As I was calling for last 2 days. But sharp at our previous timing, my phone ringed. And our conversation started. To my surprise same thing happened that night which had been told by my friends.  She inquired whether I had a girl friend or not. As expected I said no. I back fired the same question at the same moment.  But the answer I got in positive. I got surprised. But later she tried to explain that one guy had proposed her due to some bait between friends. "It was long time back. There is nothing between us now and that was only for one month". She said that it was just a friendly proposal and for fun he had proposed me. From these talks I could realize something is there in her heart for me sure. Otherwise why will she talk with me so long and why she will ask questions which are well expected before hand by my friends.

On the very next day I thought I was not ready for any new relation now. So I decided that I will ask her directly about her feeling. I remained in a confused mind for the whole day. The night came and tension was mounting up for me to ask such a silly question. How stupid I was. And that day while talking to her casually I asked what you feel about me; as just a new friend, just a senior, or a senior brother. She just got confused and told friend and then told senior and then remained silent. I could infer many things from that silent. So next question from my side was, do you have any feelings for me? And the answer was a straight “Yes” without any confusion. I was ready for such an obvious answer but I was not ready about how to reach. I was not ready to get into a relationship in such a little time and with so little interaction. So I tried to explain her that we are just friends. Do not keep any feelings in heart. Because I do not want to give false hope to you. Tried to console her but tears came down her eyes which I could easily realize at the other side of the phone. The effect of my explanation was coming down to nil. Pain of heart cannot be healed with mere words of mouth. But I thought that pain was not so deep since it was just 3 days we started talking.  But her tear was something which was trying to prove me wrong. I could not take her pain so I consoled that we will remain friend always. So do not worry. We will be good friend and will always be in touch and will talk. Though the words were coming from my inside but I was not sure at that very moment how much I am able to alleviate her pain.

The next day was “Ganesh Chaturthi”. So I had to wake up early. So to know whether my effort had proved any result or not I asked her to wake me up next morning.  Though I slept late still I felt like it was one of the longest night of my life. Time was not passing by. Same thoughts are circling round my brains. I could hear the cry of the girl without talking to her.  I was not sure how life would be changed from the next day. With those thoughts in mind I could not realize when sleep prevailed over me .

                                                                             (To be Continued...)

Giving Back to Society

    “Service to mankind is service to god”.  If everyone can make this very simple sentence as the motto of their life then   the world will be a much better place to live in. Being part of various social clubs like Jaago, MFG Reach,     Akanksha, I have got immense opportunity to serve the people in need and it indeed has changed the meaning  of my life. Being part of these clubs, we have taught children, conducted blood donation camps, conducted  health camps and most of all have spent quality time with the children and made them smile. Though I have  come across many special children in between, I will share few instances which changed my complete  perception about these children.

   During college time, we had been to Ultra school, a school for blind, dumb, deaf and mentally retarded  children near Khurda, a small district in Odisha. The school has around 60 children. We tried to interact with  them. There was one boy named Manas (name changed). He was a mentally retarded child and dumb. By  seeing us he was shouting like anything. We could not get anything from his behavior and got scared. Later  from the teacher of that school we came to know that he was very happy that day so he was shouting. So I got  to know one thing that day; they are not mentally challenged, only difference is that the way they express  themselves is different than normal people which we sometimes cannot understand. And we, the so called  normal people call them to be not normal.

Ultra school near Khurda

    In the same school I met another boy called Bapi (name changed). He is a blind since born. The most talented   thing in him is the acting. Though he is not able to see, still he remembers so many things from television or    external world and he can act with a perfect expression and voice which a normal person will fail to do. We  normal people can see the images, expressions and hear the voice. Still we cannot remember the whole  dialogue after just listening once and cannot act with a perfect expression. But he is a special boy and again we,  the so called normal people call them not to be normal.

Spending time with children in the class room

   On that very day, I realized one thing that they are really God’s own child with so much talents which we  normal human being cannot have. Still we ignore them. Even parents of many children have left them  permanently here. These children do not need luxury like we people, but they just need little care and time. If  with so much hidden talents, which we normal people cannot recognize, we call them challenged and mentally  retarded then what we will be called? It’s a thing to ponder over. It’s the time to give back to the society and  make all such people part of our normal life.

“You can have everything in life you want, if you will just help other people get what they want.” ~ Zig Ziglar

Time to say good bye

ଶାଶ୍ବତ ପ୍ରେମ

ଭଲ ପାଇବାଟା ସହଜ ଯେତିକି ନିଭେଇବାଟା କଷ୍ଟ 

ଦୁଇ ମନୁ ଥରେ ବିଶ୍ବାସ୍ ହଟିଲେ ଜୀବନଟା ହୁଏ ନଷ୍ଟ  |

ହୃଦୟଟା ତିନି ଅକ୍ଷର ହେଲେ ବି ଦୁନିଆଟା ଲୀନ ସେଠି 

ହସ ଦିଏ ଲୁହ ଦିଏ ସେହି ସୁଖ ଦୁଖ ସବୁ ଏଠି  |

ହୃଦୟ  ଭାଂଗିଲେ ଶବଦ ହୁଏନା ଥାଏ ଭୀଷଣ ଯାତନା 

ସେ ଯାତନା କେହି ଦେଖି ନ ପାରଇ କହିବାକୁ ପୁଣି ମନା  |

ଆଖି ଲୁହ ସବୁ ଆଖି ପିଇ ଯାଏ ବାହାରକୁ ହସ ଖୁସି 

ବିଶ୍ବାସ ହଟିଲେ ଦୁଇ ହୃଦୟରୁ ରହିବେନି କେବେ ମିଶି  |

 ପ୍ରେମ ଏମିତିକା ପବିତ୍ର ବନ୍ଧନ ଦୁଇ ହୃଦୟକୁ ଯୋଡେ 

ବିଶ୍ବାସ ର ମୁଳଦୁଆ କୁ ପକେଇ ଚାଲିବାକୁ ବାଟ ପଡେ  |

ପ୍ରେମ ନୁହେ ଖାଲି ଆଖିରେ ଆଖିରେ ସବୁ ଦରକାର ହୁଏ 

 ଯେଉଁ ମିଛ ଦିଏ ଓଠେ ସ୍ମିତ ହାସ୍ୟ ତାହା କହିବାକୁ ହୁଏ  |

କେତେ ବୁଝାମଣା କେତେ ସୁସମ୍ପର୍କ ପ୍ରେମଟାକୁ ଗଢି ତୋଳେ 

ଛୋଟ ମନଟା ମାନେ ନାହି ଜମା ହଜି ଯାଏ ଲୋକ ମେଳେ  |

ଯେଉଁ ବିଶ୍ବାସ କୁ ରଖିଛ ମୋ ପାଇଁ ସେ ଲାଗି ଜୀବନ ଧନ୍ୟ 

ସେହି ବିଶ୍ବାସକୁ ସେମିତି ରଖିବ ସେତିକି ମୋହର କାମ୍ୟ  |

କରିଅଛି ଯେତେ ରାଗ ରୁଷା ଭୁଲ୍ କରିଦେବ ମୋତେ କ୍ଷମା 

ମନଟା ଟିକିଏ ଅମାନିଆ ହୁଏ ଧରିବନି ତାକୁ ଜମା  |

ପ୍ରେମ ଯେତେ ତୁମେ ଦେଇଛ ମୋହକୁ ପାରିବିନି ତାକୁ ଭୁଲି 

ଭୁଲି ଯାଅ ସବୁ ପଛ କଥା ତକ ଭାବିନିଅ ତାକୁ କାଲି  |

ମନ କଥା ସବୁ ଖୋଲିବି ହୁଏନା ମନ ତଳେ ରହିଯାଏ 

କାଳେ ଭାଂଗୀଯିବ ହୃଦୟର ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଭାବୀ ଭାବୀ ଡରିଯାଏ  |

ଭଲ ପାଏ ବୋଲି ଓଠରେ ନ କହି ହୃଦୟରେ ଥିଲେ ହେବ 

ହୃଦୟଟି ମୋର ଭଲ ଭାବେ ପଢି ଉତ୍ତର ଏହାର ଦେବ  |

ଦେଖିନାହ କି ମୋ ହୃଦୟରେ ଅଛି ଯେଉଁ ପ୍ରେମ ତୁମ ପାଇଁ 

ପାରିବ ନାହି କି ହସି ହସି ବଂଚି ସେ ପ୍ରେମକୁ ଧରି ନେଇ  |

ପ୍ରେମ ତ ଅଜୟ ସର୍ବତ୍ର ବିଜୟ ଶାଶ୍ବତ ଜୀବନ ଧାରା 

ସେ ଧାରାରେ ଆମେ ଭାସି ଚାଲି ଥିବା ଆଗତ ଜୀବନ ସାରା  |

A LOVE STORY

Background:

This is a story between Deep and Sushree during college time in C V Raman College of Engineering, Bhubaneswar (CVRCE). Dipta Keshari Ray (Deep) is a student of CVRCE in 4^th year of engineering. He belongs to Nayagarh, a district in Odisha. Sushreeta aka sushree is a student in the second year in the same college. She is from Khurda, a district in Odisha.

PART – 1:

It was 14^th Aug 2009, the day before the Independence Day, I was at the home. Time was 9:30pm at night. I was having my dinner with mom and my younger brother. Suddenly my phone flashed with an unknown no. I attended the call. A magical low pitch voice of a girl passed through my ear.

She: “Hello”

Me: “Hello who is this? Whom are u searching for?”

She: “Is this Deep? “

Me: “Which Deep? Where have you called?”

She:” Deep from Bengal Engineering College?”

Me: “Sorry!!! Wrong number.”

I disconnected the phone. Though I was in a mood to elongate the talk further but since I was at home it was preventing me from further step.

After dinner I went to bed. Clock was ticking at 11:30pm. Again my phone screen flashed with the same unknown number.

She: “Hello, Is there any call to your mobile from this number?”

Me: “Yes”

She: “I am Sushree from your college 2^nd year. I am so sorry. My roommate was trying to call his brother Deep from my mobile. By mistake she called you. I am very sorry for this.”

Me: (Ohh!! This is the girl I have seen in that committee meeting. But how did she get my number. I was thinking in mind.) “It’s fine.”

                Next day was Independence Day. Though our country got independence on that day, but nothing was getting changed for me on that day. The only thing was that, I was relaxed from the college. Perhaps I was independent in that way. At 5:30pm my phone beeped with a message of happy Independence Day from the same unknown number. But that number was no longer unknown to me. Immediately I called back and wished the same. I was talking for the first time to an unknown girl I was really excited from inside. However could not continue the talk. Now it’s 16^th August and time to back to college. I was on the way to back college thinking about Sushree.

                                                                                                                (TO BE CONTINUED…)

A SHATTERED HOPE :

Have you ever felt the pain of the athlete who has come second in a race who is late only by a fraction of seconds? Have you ever felt the pain of a student who has lost his one year due to less one mark? If God does everything for the wellbeing of the humankind, then why people get pain? If the pain is due to past deeds why we are not able to know, what was the action for which we are getting the consequence today. May be we are too naïve to understand all these things.

May be my pain is not that deep, but still at some corner of heart it hurts. Also it may not create interest within you, still the person going through it knows how it feels. I am talking about the times after all the interviews for MBA preparation got over. To my dismay I was only selected in IIT-KGP MHRM and in TAPMI. However I have always a soft corner for XIMB. But I got a straight reject from XIMB. Anyways lost the hope of XIMB and its time to move on. Now it’s all set to go to TAPMI. However after few days, surprise news flashed, that seats of XIMB got increased by 60. Now its 240 instead of 180. All the waitlist got cleared within few days. XIMB released a new additional list. Surprisingly I was placed in that list. A new ray of hope flashed before me. It was a long list, but a small ray of hope created for one of my dream college i.e. XIMB. My last day for withdrawal request from TAPMI was May30 which crossed eventually. Still I was waiting if I would be lucky to get into XIMB. On June 4 waitlist movement happened and now I am at WL7. Heart beat increased along with the hope. I was thinking what God was doing with me. I was at a hanging position not able to decide anything. Three days passed and on 6^th of June again I enquired and now my WL was 3. OMG... Are you trying to test my patience or what...? The waitlist is not clearing... I was also about to leave to Manipal in 3 days. I was in a big dilemma what I would do if I will be converting, whether to forget the huge sum of money already paid to TAPMI and join XIMB or leave XIMB since the money is at stake in TAPMI. A great dilemma between a huge sum of money and a good college. The day before my journey to Manipal I checked with XIMB and still the WL was 3. With a heavy heart and painful mind started my journey towards Manipal. I did not have that excitement of going to a new place for a new goal. With every passing day, I was trying to check the waitlist movement. But it was like a full stop all of a sudden without any movement. On June last week it moved to WL2. Still I was having the little hope flickering inside my heart. I was checking at TAPMI side whether I can get the refund of my money. Anyways that was not a matter to me at that time. Again on July 1^st week WL moved to 1. Now again heart started beating faster. I started calculating in mind that If I will convert how I can reach in 2 days... how I will manage the missed classes and all. But there is a full stop to all my hope and dreams. Admission session closed by XIMB. All my hopes and imaginations shattered after such a long wait. I got my draft back on 9^th July. Finally with WL1 XIMB said good bye to me. Throughout the life time this will revolve around my mind.

May be XIMB was not my cup of tea. That is fair enough. May be I am not competent enough to be at XIMB. But why I got such a hope after first reject and that hope continued for more than one and half month and finally leaving me on the mid way just one step behind the final destination. As rightly said by one of my friend, “You have already started sailing. You have to reach at other side. You cannot get down on the mid way.” Let’s see what is stored at the other side for me. Now trying to settle myself and my mind in TAPMI and Waiting for the day when I can say that “God… You are always right.”

ସୁନାମି

ଧନ୍ୟ ପ୍ରଭୁ ତୁମେ ଧନ୍ୟ ମୁହି ହେଲି ପାଇ ମଣିଷ ଜୀବନ 

ସଂସାର ବାରିଧି ଜଳରେ ସଂତରି ଖୋଜୁଛି ଖାଲି ମରଣ   |

ମନୁର ସନ୍ତାନ ମାନବ ହେଲା ସେ ଅମୃତ ର ପୁତ୍ର ହେଲା 

ଶିରା ପ୍ରଶୀରାରେ ହଲାହଳ ଆଜି କିଏ ସେ ଭରିଣ ଦେଲା  |

ଶାନ୍ତି ଖୋଜି ଖୋଜି ଚୌଦିଗେ ଆଜି ଛାଡୁଛି ଶାନ୍ତି କପୋତ 

ଉଦବେଳି ଉଠୁଛି କାଇଂ ତେବେ ଅଶାନ୍ତିର ଖର ଅଗ୍ନି ସ୍ରୋତ   |

ଆଗ ପଛ ନ ବିଚାରି ସୃଷ୍ଟି କରୁଛି ଧ୍ବଂସର ତାଣ୍ଡବ ଲୀଳା 

ଭୁଲି ଯାଉଛି  ସେ  ଜାଣି ଶୁଣି ଆଜି ନିଆଁ ରେ କରୁଛି ଖେଳା   |

ପ୍ରକୃତିର ବକ୍ଷ ବିଦୀର୍ଣ କରି ସୁଖରେ କରୁଛି ନିଜ ସଂସାର 

ପ୍ରକୃତି କେବେ କି ସହି ପାରିବ କ୍ରୁର ମାନବର ଏ ଅତ୍ୟାଚାର  |

ଆସିଲା ପ୍ରଳୟ ଆସିଲା ସୁନାମି ଲିଭିଲା ଜୀବନ ଦୀପ 

ପ୍ରକୃତି ଆଜି ଦେଖାଇ ଦେଲା ଯେ ତାହାର କରାଳ ରୁପ   |

ଲକ୍ଷ ଲକ୍ଷ ପ୍ରାଣ ଧୋଇ ହୋଇଗଲା ମାତ୍ର କେଇ ମୁହୁର୍ତରେ 

କେତେ ଯେ ମରିଲେ, କେତେ ଯେ ହଜିଲେ କେ ହିସାବ ଦେଇପାରେ   |

କ୍ଷମା କର ପ୍ରଭୁ କ୍ଷମା କର ଆଜି କରୁଛୁ ପାଦେ ପ୍ରଣତି 

ଦୁରେଇ ରହିବୁ କରିବୁନି କେବେ ଆଜି ଠାରୁ ଏ ଅନୀତି   |

ରକ୍ଷା କର ପ୍ରଭୁ ରକ୍ଷା କର ଆଜି ରହୁ ଏ ମାନବ ଜାତି 

ନ ପଡୁ ବିପତ୍ତି ନ ପଡୁ ଦୁର୍ନୀତି ଏତିକି ଏତିକି ପାଦେ ମିନତୀ    |

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ହୃଦୟର ନିବୃତ  କୋଠରୀକି  ଖୋଲି  ଦେଖେ 

ଅନ୍ଧକାର ଏତେ ଘନିଭୁତ 

ନାହି ଆଶ| ବଂଚୀବାର 

ତଥାପି ଭାବୁଚି ମନେ ନୁଆ କିଛି କରି ଦେଖିବାର |

ପାଇ ନାହି ଜୀବନରେ କିଛି 

ମରି ମରି ବଂଚିଛି ମୁ ଆଜି 

ଜାଣିନି ମୁ ସଂଗ୍ରାମ କରି କରି 

କେତେ ଦିନ ରଖିବୀ ବା ନିଜକୁ ସଜାଡି | 

ବଢାଇଲି ହାତ ମୁହି ସୁନିଳ ଗଗନେ 

ପାଇଲିନି କିଛି କିନ୍ତୁ ହାତରେ ଧରିଲି 

କଳା ଭସା ବାଦଲର କଣିକାରୁ କିଛି 

ଫେରେଇ ଆଣୀଲି ହାତ ଭାରାକ୍ରାନ୍ତ ମନେ |

ବଢାଇଲି ପାଦ ମୁହି ଅତଳ ସାଗରେ 

ଜାଣି ମୁ ନଥିଲି କିନ୍ତୁ ଝଡ ଆସିପାରେ 

ଧୋଇଯିବ ସବୁ କିଛି ଜୀବନ ଜୁଆରେ |

ବଢାଇଲି ହାତ ପୁଣି ଫୁଲ ଧରିବାକୁ 

ସହିଲି ମୁ କେତେ କଣ୍ଟା ର ଆଘାତ 

ହେଲେ ମୁ ନଥିଲି ଜେ ଭାବି 

ଫୁଲ ପାଇଁ ଏତେ ଆଘାତ ସହିବି |

ଜୀବନ ଯୁଦ୍ଧରେ ମୁ ପରାଜିତ ଯୋଦ୍ଧା 

ସଭିଂକୁ ଖୋଜୁଛି ହେଲେ 

ପାଇଛି ମୁ ଅବାସ୍ତବ ମରୁ ମରୀଚିକା |

ତଥାପି ଖୋଜୁଛି  ଖୋଜିବି ଆହୁରୀ 

ଲକ୍ଷ ହାସଲର ବାଟ 

ପାଇବି ମୁ ପାଇବି ମୁ ନିସ୍ଚେ 

ଅଂଦ୍ଧକାର କୋଠରୀରେ ଦୀପ ଶିଖା ଟିକେ |

ଆଉ ଥରେ ବଢାଇବି ହାତ ସେଇ ଆକାଶେ 

ଆଉ ଥରେ ବଢାଇବି ପାଦ ସେଇ ସାଗରେ 

ସମସ୍ତେ ହେବେ ନିସ୍ଚଳ 

ହେବି ମୁ ସକ୍ଷମ ସବୁ ପାଇବାର |

ନୁହେ ଏହା ଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣା ଏ କେବଳ ଯେ ମୋର 

ଏ ଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣା ତ ସାରା ଯୁବ ସମାଜର 

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