Hello everyone, welcome to the world of a young Mr. Stranger.
One was Christopher Columbus and next its Mr. Stranger on walk the talk journey with himself to find answers for questions that he had challenged himself that he will come with…..Let me tell you a story- There was a boy who most of the time use to have altercation with himself in attempt to prove self wrong which his heart has accepted as for him……..there was folds of changes in his faces of life, some time a studious boy, some time a docile, then a lover boy, some time altruist in search of MOKSHA, and sometime blend of all…might be he was looking for perfect identity but you know what was the toughest question for him? It was not Bernoulli’s theorem or Kirchhoff’s law but a simple question which used to frustrate him so, I request you to never ask him “Can you please introduce yours-self”Being so close friend of him,I never been able to understand him ,who most of the time used to be in his own walls of illusion at many instance of life whether first time When Mr. Rajiv Gandhi died in bomb blast, its Hindu-Muslim communal violence of silchar,Assam as one of his very close friend who used to sell bananas got died in that agony of some selfish interest…Really interesting to know how a banana seller was so close friend to him ? I think you will bite your nails when I will tell you list of his friends when he was 7 yrs. Old His best friends were banana seller “Rikduti Nath”, a cobbler “Ronu”,his GM uncle “Bhattacharya uncle”, Kirana store owner “Raju Uncle” ,also wandering ants on walls in his house used to very close friend of him and some more odd list unmatched profile owners………I think this snap of his profile states why he used to have that bitter relation with himself leading to always remain in attempt to prove innerself a white lier..I even saw burst of happiness and loads of pressure to perform when he recently heard that Mr.Rahman and team won Oscars….Probably this guy was really a lost entity or someone full of burning spirit to prove himself and Rock the world..With the passage of time he grew up experiencing some more phases of life with some more matureness, absurdity and as a devastating bull attitude…..As he was…..but yeah! There is no measuring instrument made till date to measure his level of confidence….In between he moved around Purnea to Silchar to Hyderabad to vindhyachal to meerut to kota to sultanpur and these days he is in Noida.Might here he will get that mirror to have a face-to-face meet with him…….But stage which had a most impact in his transformation was his college days.where painted his life’s four years with uncountable number of colors…where he tried everything from being a film director.a counsellor (who himself requiring the same),a boyfriend, a painter, a teacher and finally ended up as an a common Engineer which was his illusionary destiny which he had thought of will bring all wonders for him but it collapsed very badly ……..One evening , probably in the month of march he met a girl named “%%%%%”(I had promised him not to disclose her name),there went around 3 hrs of discussion and some exchange of wishes…..but he never realized that under the bed there was some chemistry developing but he tried hard to keep intact his non-reactive nature however later he realized that there was some sense developed which was atleast not that non-sense as much he was himself..someone so caring that even he has never cared of for himself, who used to feel pain even in case of bit scratch to him….but I don’t know what happened between those lovely cool buds which took these agent in completely non-reactive zone….for reasons still they are working up on, I wish if again some chemistry develops………………..and Search is still on..on..on…………
it’s been well said “Humsafar hazaar ho,aisi koi hamari khwahish nahin yaaron…hume toh bas ek aise pardanashin ki talaash hai jo humein be-aabru kar de..tabhi shaayad yeh talaash-e-aarzoo mukammal hogi”……..
"Safar bahut lamba hai,pahuchne ka nahin koi bharosa.....zindagi ne daawat bhi di toh izzat se rehmat nahin parosa".....
One was Christopher Columbus and next its Mr. Stranger on walk the talk journey with himself to find answers for questions that he had challenged himself that he will come with…..Let me tell you a story- There was a boy who most of the time use to have altercation with himself in attempt to prove self wrong which his heart has accepted as for him……..there was folds of changes in his faces of life, some time a studious boy, some time a docile, then a lover boy, some time altruist in search of MOKSHA, and sometime blend of all…might be he was looking for perfect identity but you know what was the toughest question for him? It was not Bernoulli’s theorem or Kirchhoff’s law but a simple question which used to frustrate him so, I request you to never ask him “Can you please introduce yours-self”Being so close friend of him,I never been able to understand him ,who most of the time used to be in his own walls of illusion at many instance of life whether first time When Mr. Rajiv Gandhi died in bomb blast, its Hindu-Muslim communal violence of silchar,Assam as one of his very close friend who used to sell bananas got died in that agony of some selfish interest…Really interesting to know how a banana seller was so close friend to him ? I think you will bite your nails when I will tell you list of his friends when he was 7 yrs. Old His best friends were banana seller “Rikduti Nath”, a cobbler “Ronu”,his GM uncle “Bhattacharya uncle”, Kirana store owner “Raju Uncle” ,also wandering ants on walls in his house used to very close friend of him and some more odd list unmatched profile owners………I think this snap of his profile states why he used to have that bitter relation with himself leading to always remain in attempt to prove innerself a white lier..I even saw burst of happiness and loads of pressure to perform when he recently heard that Mr.Rahman and team won Oscars….Probably this guy was really a lost entity or someone full of burning spirit to prove himself and Rock the world..With the passage of time he grew up experiencing some more phases of life with some more matureness, absurdity and as a devastating bull attitude…..As he was…..but yeah! There is no measuring instrument made till date to measure his level of confidence….In between he moved around Purnea to Silchar to Hyderabad to vindhyachal to meerut to kota to sultanpur and these days he is in Noida.Might here he will get that mirror to have a face-to-face meet with him…….But stage which had a most impact in his transformation was his college days.where painted his life’s four years with uncountable number of colors…where he tried everything from being a film director.a counsellor (who himself requiring the same),a boyfriend, a painter, a teacher and finally ended up as an a common Engineer which was his illusionary destiny which he had thought of will bring all wonders for him but it collapsed very badly ……..One evening , probably in the month of march he met a girl named “%%%%%”(I had promised him not to disclose her name),there went around 3 hrs of discussion and some exchange of wishes…..but he never realized that under the bed there was some chemistry developing but he tried hard to keep intact his non-reactive nature however later he realized that there was some sense developed which was atleast not that non-sense as much he was himself..someone so caring that even he has never cared of for himself, who used to feel pain even in case of bit scratch to him….but I don’t know what happened between those lovely cool buds which took these agent in completely non-reactive zone….for reasons still they are working up on, I wish if again some chemistry develops………………..and Search is still on..on..on…………
it’s been well said “Humsafar hazaar ho,aisi koi hamari khwahish nahin yaaron…hume toh bas ek aise pardanashin ki talaash hai jo humein be-aabru kar de..tabhi shaayad yeh talaash-e-aarzoo mukammal hogi”……..
"Safar bahut lamba hai,pahuchne ka nahin koi bharosa.....zindagi ne daawat bhi di toh izzat se rehmat nahin parosa".....
