Positive thinking can help one very much. How? Let me explain. On the day of an examination(for e.g maths) the students are generally tensed very much. They think," oh! what would happen if i cannot answer a single question or i forget all tht i have learnt and practised! oh !!!!" well this is the way atleast my friends think beofre our maths exam. You can see how they think negative. they lose all confidence and count themselves as the worst of all. while giving the exam when they see a little tough question they get soo much frightened tht they go wrong even with the easy sums. they forget tht they have some brains too with the help of which they can ezily answer the question in the question paper. thus u see how they fail to achieve success.
The same happens in real life too. Most of us think tht we dont have any talent so we wont be able to do anything good or successful. We underestimate our abilities. We forget that Nature has given all of us the legs hands five senses and the power to think. even then only few of us are successful in our lives and are remembered for hundreds of years. Why? What's the mystery of their success? Noone is born wise, wisdom is made. then why only THEY have happiness, laughter in their lives?
one day i was reading a book of Shiv Khera and on the cover of book it was wriiten--
" Winners dont do different things, they do things differently."
This rang a bell in my head and i realized tht THIS IS THE ANSWER!!! Yes the successful see the lives in a different way. Thts why they are successful. Thts why they are different from the rest. THEY HAVE A POSITIVE ATTITUDE TOWARDS LIFE. they think they can be succesful and so they are. Our fault is tht we never think tht its us who are building our future not some unseen hands. WE are the one who choose how we would live. if we think tht i will be sad and wont be ever successful then the thoughts will prove to be true. but if we say tht YES I CAN then there is noone in this whole universe to stop us from being the WINNERS. once when we do make a mistake we think tht "see i cant do it. this is not for me. i cant do anything in life coz i have failed once and i fear tht i wont be successful again. " Hah! We are soo stupid!! Learn from ur mistakes and just go ahead. have the courage to face challenges. Dont lose the game before it even starts. Just keep one thing in mind ----

I WILL DO IT BECAUSE I CAN!

This is my favourite poem....

Rudyard Kipling If If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

waking up....

i m not afraid even if i die tomorrow... coz death knocks on everyones door sometimes early and sometimes late. thts why i m so proud of having a life and a part of nature. i m proud of being myself. life has become just a dream to me now... i just wait for the day when i will actually wake up and discover the truth. but i really enjoy my dream though... sometimes it makes me cry but all the other time it makes me smile. may be when i wake up i would have to face a harder world and tough life. maybe then i would remember my dream again and again... i would miss it then.. thts why always enjoy ur life... every moment of it...
the opposite can also happen. maybe this dream is the introduction to tht happy waking up ... the happier World.
i just can wait to wake up... but lets finish the dream first.......

She is sick.

She looks awful in the bed.

Her mouth is crooked now.

She pauses after every small speech.....
for some breath, some rest to say the next thing.....

She holds my hand and keeps on holding it. Sometimes she squeezed it.

She looks so tired, as if she is resting atlast after doing the day's work, life's work.

But her life's work has not ended yet. She has to be there for some more time to give us happiness, to make us smile...

Sheshould be there as the One whom all admire.....
I know she will get better........ but she wont become as she was before, they say.

Why is Nature so merciless for people like her? Why??

She look s so sickly, like other grandmas. But she is not at all like them. She was the Exception. She was everyone's inspiration and she still is ................ my Inspiration.

But i just cant hold on my tears......why is she getting such a bad punishment?

I love her sooo much.

Please get well soon......just for us......

We all love you respect you too much....

You dont suite in the bed. Get up soon and resume your vegetable marketing, bathroom cleaning, etc....

Lots of Love
Hiya

Nothing much...... just practising..

I dont have any specific topic. i am just practising writing english because for this blogging and diary-writing i got good marks in english. thts why this time also i will keep on writing just to express my feelings, emotions, thoughts and to improve my english.
This saturday i am going to himachal pradesh. i dont sound too excited, right? i m not excited...even if i want to be a bit excited i cant becoz the diagrams of kidney, malphighian body and etc are forbidding me from being so. i am really feeling sorry for myself. almost 30 diagrams to draw within 2 weeks. they are soo tough, some of them take more than an hour to draw!!
There are also lots of preparation work to do for the first term exams....i dont know when i will manage to do all these. class 9 is a bit tough indeed!!
Along with the studies i have basketball practice, drawing, singing. oh! basketball practice thts another headache. i am not saying tht i hate basketball but i hate the timing of the practice. its from 5:45 pm to 7:30pm. i cant afford to waste my time like this for long. this sunday was my youth team selection. i DONT want to play the youth tournament coz i have exams during tht time. but they dont understand. to the club authority primary thing is khela, secondary is porashuna. but to me its just OPPOSITE. kya kare....
i am too tensed about how i am going to finish the homeworks. there amount is tooo much...!!
ok i am hungry now... byebye

Holi --- not a day for me

thts true. i wont deny it ever. From the last year i had stopped playing holi. the reason?? well its better not to ask me coz i am not quite sure about it. maybe coz i dont have much friends who play holi. i cant say tht either coz today morning upama had invited me i declined the invitation. my exams have finished only yesterday. so today i slept to my heart's content but i got up at the same time as use to get up during my exams -- 7:45am. but i didnt have any tensions in my mind. as i was lieing awake in my bed i heard my parents discussing about "polao" and "biryani". they were deciding which item to make for our lunch. today happened to me my uncle's birth"tithi". and also due to holi they planned to arrange a luxurious lunch. i heart fell as i heard the names of the 2 items. Biryani and polao --- i cant bear the sweet taste and strange odour of them. i hate the foods who have artificial smells. after i had brushed my teeth and got ready to have my tea in the morning, my mother asked me to clean my bookself which was full of cockroach-faeces. i tied a hanky over my nose and cleaned it with the help of duster and baygon spray. oh! what a work. next my father called ma announcing tht his scooter had got a tyre puncture in front of the O-Boy saloon and wants someone to carry the bags to home. my mother sent me to fetch them.........ughhhh! i feared tht i might get splashed with colour but got a scolding from my uncle and had to go for the rescue mission. but unfortunately i couldnt find the saloon and finally spotted my father's scooter. as i reached there, my father handed me over two heavy bags full of things. it was very heavy. i almost dragged myself to the morermatha when i saw dada coming. i gave him one bag to carry and took the other home. i was sweating like mad under the hot sun. taking permission from my uncle i turned on his Home Theatre. after lot of channel switching when i found nothing good in the radio. i decided to call shatavisha, my best friend. she had said earlier thtshe would stay at mine for a week. i reminded her of her promise. she said tht she would ask her mother who was busy in some puja. she promised to call me back for her decision. atlast something good began to happen. i had a great breakfast of sandwich....Yuummy!! i gulped 2 1/2 of them. then i almost slept in my bro's room.after sometime i decided to clean my snickers. for almost half an hour i cleaned two pairs of shoes. then i checked my mailbox (on the net) and listened to some songs. my father gave me a scolding coz i was hearing only hindi songs. he asked me to play songs by hemant and manna. why dont people understand tht tastes depends from man to man?? i played some thing instrumental. then i practised car racing in order to beat my bro. i made a track record in the track Atlantica. i think my bro cant tolerate if i play good. so he wanted to break the record and did so with a car which had a higher speed than mine. whats the point in doing so , huh? i lost all the races i played with him and got irritated. then my mother scolded me and us for not bathing early. saying this she got into the bathroom.......ahhhh! i requested my father to play chess with me. surprisingly he agreed. then my grandma came and shooed me into bathroom, my mother had come out. i quickly bathed and then played chess with father. i won!! i was really happy atlast. i declared my victory proudly to everyone. then my mother with my didas arranged the table for lunch. i happiness lingered for moments as my grandmas and parents started grumbling about my food habit. i was angry! whats the problem if i dont eat polao? its better to have plain rice than tht coloured amelly polao. i ate to fishes and etc etc...
after lunch i played chess with my bro. i won...again!! then i watched tv and went to sleep. when i woke up it was almost 5pm. i had tea with others.
i was quite disappointed as shatavisha didnt call me back still. i called babusona who had made the same promise. he said tht he was going to the cinema along with his parents the film which saw with us yesterday. oh what a ........ leave it.i watched kuch kuch hota hai in the tv. my granny was very dissatisfied as i was watching it for a long time. then i again played chess with my bro and lost all the matches. it was very sad for me. he criticized my way of playing...
its almost quarter past eleven now. i still have to eat my dinner...
this was indeed a bad start to my month long vacation.

Exams!!!

My annual exams have started from wednesday 15 feb. we have 2 exams per day. 4 of them --- bengali paper1 and paper2, phy.sc and computer science are finished. 7 left. tomorrow are my history and lifescience exams. my syllabus is not finished yet. ofcourse i am talking about history. its a very boring subject. we dont have to use our brains to study it. what is gone, is gone why so concerned with it?? i really hate tht subj. but lifescience is ok. i like it much. its quite interesting. atleast it has some connectioon with present. i love to study the anatomical structures of man -- respiratory, circulatory, alimentary. for both the subjects the syllabus is HUGE.
we have lots of drawings in life science. the toughest one is tht of the human heart.
i really wished in the morning je aajker dinta jeno 24 hrs na hoye 48 hrs hoy......

I did it!!

i did it!! atlast i have reached my first goal! ofcourse i am talking about studies and NOT BASKETBALL.

thursday was my maths exam. u know something i didnt practice hard this time before the xams. i got some confidence on arith and algebra ans so, worked for geometry. as usual all of my friend s were tensed including shatavisha. she was absent the two days before the exam for that. nivedita was absent on the previous day. i wasnt absent for a single day ofcourse. i wasnt tensed much either. i thought that those who are tensed before maths exam do well and got upset. the day of the examination arrived. all the riders were jumbled up in my mind and i re-read them in the class. i didnt know how to disentangle them.
But when i got hold of the ques paper i was utterly surprised!!! every sum was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo easy tht my heart jumped 8 ft! oh i just couldnt believe my eyes...i was dreaming it seemed. the riders were also the same ones which i had practiced twice the day before.i quickly started and finished it in time. and after i had submitted my copy i was sure tht every thing i had done was correct. and so it was! i am sooooooooooooooo happy tht i cant express it in my words. i did it ALL BY MYSELF! yes! yes! yyyyeeeeeeeeesssssssssss!!!!!
looking forward to result and the ANNUAL EXAMS.........

this card is dedicated to all viewers and my close ones... 

I have nothing more to say...........

unfair

unfair! unfair! very unfair! grrrrrrrrrrrr!

yesterday was my phy sc test. i worked sooooo hard, read and re-read the chapter twice or thrice........but.....oh i cant think of it! :(
our teacher gave us a sum, and 3 ques. at class he only had taught us the method of how to convert from celcius to farenheit and viceversa. he didnt teach us how to do that sum which he gave us to do. well, i wont say that not a single person could do it... no i wont say that. we have some brainy students in our class -- Arijit Santra, Abhra. but others were able to achieve success in doing it simply because of their tuitions. in there, their tutors teach them the different formulae of doing physics sums...so obviously they can do them. but i dont go to to any tuitions and so i have to do evrything all by myself. i tried so hard before this exam but still i didnt get tht sum correct. how irritating! i am soooooooooooo disappointed and sad and unhappy with my preparation. i practice so many sums all year but still cannot get above 90 all these years. 85, 79.... are my secured marks.
the ones who go to tuitions get 95 above in maths. just because of the tuitions they get it. i am sure if they had no tuitions, they would have got worse marks than me. they dont have to write ques ans as they get the notes from their tutors. but i have to compose every ans all by myself. thts why they get 70 and me 55 , 65.
BUT I AM NOT GOING TO ACCEPT DEFEAT SO EASILY. I WILL BEAT THOSE TUTORS AND STUDENTS. I WILL I WILL I WILL DO IT, BECAUSE I CAN!
COME ON U GUYS, LETS HAVE A FIGHTIN THE ANNUAL. I AM SURE THAT U WILL HAVE TO PAY RESPECT TO MY HARD TOILS! JUST SEE..................

Usual But unusual!

Today is Sunday. i think i m going to write what happened from the morning. before that i must say that i am not going to write in the SMS ENGLISH anymore because i have got a bit disgusted with it. but remember one thing, i didnt make this revolution just because dada scolded me for it...i do feel a bit tired with that language.
Anyways, back to Sunday Morning. i woke up at 8 pm. i brushed my teeth, read the newspaper and had tea. then i began doing Maths. to my suprise i did 11 sumsof Algebra in a very short span of time. the 12th one was a bit tough (to me). it took 1 1/2 page to solve. i was very confused but then my tubelight mind at last switched on and i did it. I DID IT! YES! YES! YESSSSS! it feels really good when you solve a mathematical problem after a hard work. i wont say that i did a hard work but still i felt better...
Then my sweety dearie mummy (not the egyptian one) laid the breakfast and the others came one by one, that includes Tilakmama Dada and Pops(father). in the breakfast we had luchi and dal and achar and sweets. i ate 4 luchis a bit of dal, a lot of achar and a misti. then ma gave us coffee. after the eating session was over, i went back to studies. i did a few more sums and then prepared Hindi. we have a test on friday. these exams never leave our backs. GRRRRRR!
i finished preparing the chapter,"Bare Bhai Ka Aadar". i really wonder why the parents during Gandhiji's time taught them wrong things. in the chapter it stated that during his childhood Mahatma gandhi once climbed a mango tree to pick some mangoes. seeing this his elder brother came straight to him and without saying anything he boxed mohondas' ears and slapped him! how unfair...elders bros are always like this. bechara gandhiji went to his mother and reported her what had happened. his mother (very much unlike mine...) asked him to take his revenge by beating him. how can a mother say things like these? during those days the parents did teach wrong things, that's why today elders are always fighting with each other, you see.
then gandhiji said that he wont do so as he is his elder bro. the mother praises him for this...end of story. Fine, that was a good thing to do i must admit. but if someone asks me to take revenge on my bro by beating him just because he showed me the right thing to do. i must get credit too, then... ofcourse noone will say so and there is no chance of being praised for it. Very unfair it is isn't it??
Afterwards, i played badminton with baba for a short time. because very soon i slipped on the mud and fell. my finger got cut started bleeding. it felt so funny when i fell that i couldn't stop laughing!! hahahahaha!
then i went to the roof and played 1 is to 1 beat with baba. now i am posting in blog. my father has already told me once to go to bath. but only once... :)
it was indeed an usual Sunday Morning but somehow unusual!!
Dont you Think so?

Michael Jordan!

a bit of teaching...no harm done!

Lately i hav been teaching ma how to operate computer. Now i hav been gifted with a new studnt...pontai. its fun teaching thm. evry now nd thn they ask why m i doin ths why tht... i m ansering thm like a sir/aunty. i donno how much they undrstnd bout my ans.
but i do myslf get impatient whenvr they hold th emouse in a wrong way nd cannot find sum letter in the keyboard! pooh! wat a thng..
nyways they r improving a lot. today on his first lessn pontai wrote a lettr to piudi, he learnt to sitch on nd off the computernd diff func of Ms Word. he says tht i'll b paid. Haha
H hahahahahahahehehehehehehehhohohohohohoho!!!!!!!!!!!!

Open the windows .... wide

OH GOD!......

Wanna Try This?

My favourite song

STRANGE...isnt it?

"Stay the same...." thts the name of a song by sum singer calld... i dont rmmbr. i thnk evry word in tht song is true. it strts with 'dont u evr wish u were sum1 else.......' Absolutely correct tht is! i got proof yestrday...........

as planned b4 rituporna, my basketball frnd, came to my house with me aftr the practice. on the way, ritu informd me bout sumthn (sory i cant say tht) nd her mothr who was also coming with me, confirmed it. at first i couldnt bliev my ears, but as i had learnt to accept the truth frm incidents b4, i did so in this case too. i solved ritus probs concernin email. she was vry happy. aftr doing a few more things in the computer she went home with her mothr...
ok tht was jus an introduction.... now cums the main thin..
i was vry sad aftr wat i had heard frm ritu. so i was vry quiet which was not at all usual.. well i didnt do it intentionally. didi, dadu, gargidi nd her mothr (my mami) had cum. they were talking among thmselves whn i silently entrd the room nd stood thre with no words. they noticed tht i was not talking which was really unusual to thm! they askd me the reason of my being silent whn i jus gav thm a small smile. throughout their visit i was quiet nd was thinkin bout wat i had heard. i was vry sad. they jus joked on me nd gargidi for we were not talking to each othr. aftr few mins they decidd to go. altho they didnt question me ny furthr i couldnt escape the watchful eyes of my mothr. she went on asking me what had happend nd i couldnt find nythn else to do othr thn laughing. later on she bcame vry serious bout the mattter nd said, " hiya ki hoyeche tomar bolo ami jante chai." i rplied, "protyekdinto bolo ami beshi kotha bolchi, okarone kotha bolchi. ekhon ami chup kore achi ekhon bolcho kotha bolte!' ma said "thik acche". see! whn u stay normal as u r in general, ppl will ask u not to b so, they will ask u to be 'bhalo'. whn u r so, ppl dont like tht too. its really strnge...thts y i thnk we shud all -----

STAY THE SAME!