My Down Memory Lane

I don`t know what happened to me, how long I have to live. The disease is incurable, I know. My husband is always try to unturned all the stones to see me well. I have a little kid, who is also want to see her mother happy and wants to do all possible for him. So who is more happy than me? I can`t  look at my  husband, who is always try to (pretended) be happy, he spent money like water and sacrificed his esteemed job from an unavoidable transfer order and joined a company in one third of his previous salary. I am suffering from the last three and half years by the deadly disease. I want to live, a long life. I have to admit the truth that I am a real fortunate woman, having a husband like mine and a loving  and caring kid that God has gifted me but doubly unfortunate  that I have to leave them all. The best doctors of my metro city remains unsuccessful to recover me, is not my faults, not my husband. Perhaps man will be successful enough to conquer a

The miserable x-mas eve, I could not forget. It was a few years back while I was returning from my in-laws house. The road was flooded by the x-mas lights and gay, crowded with gaiety happy faces. In front of the St Peter`s church I saw a boy of eighteen who crossed the road with his bicycle, I could still remember the white woolen cap he wore, a school bag was loitering at his back. No one could heard anything except the high pitched jingles and music that night.The whole atmosphere was electrifying. I sat on my motor bike and took delight to the whole things beside the road. Suddenly a big bus like a Cornish ogre came into the place pushed the boy`s bicycle from behind, the boy along with his bicycle shaken out. Although the boy could manage its balance once again and the same time   the giant bus abruptly smote on him   for the finally. The boy fell down with his cycle. The driver of the bus was not pressed his brake for a while, perhaps he tho

It is always said that ,“I love you from the core of my heart.” Means ‘love’ is a feelings  that directly subjected to the heart. But recent studies reveals the real truths behind it. A group of scientist of the university of Syracuse conducted a study and unveiled the truths of love. The chief of the scientist team Dr Steffane Ortega narrated that in the battle of ‘love’, brains win over the hearts and the heart loose its supremacy and honor regarding love. Dr Steffane stated that everything related love is directly controlled by the brain not by the heart. Dr Steffane also added that the brain is also a very good lover and can defeats heart by miles. It takes only one fifth(1/5) second of time to love at first sight. Brain makes involve its twelve site specific zone to come closer to the beloved. The scientist team also claimed  that,when a man or woman in love, their brains directly regulate the discharge of some endocrine hormones like Dopamine, O

It is always said that the word ‘woman’ can`t stand without a ‘man’ and  the word ‘lady’ can`t  stand without  a ‘lad’, similarly ‘she’ without ‘he', etc, etc….. But how many times we ask ourselves that the man kind is capable enough to survive without a woman? In every developed organism, the responsibilities and the activities  of the female is  more responsible for  its existence than that of her male counterpart. In case of human society, a women is almost solely responsible for the fore coming  offspring. Like other animals  a man is always try to establish the supremacy of his valuable genes by the virtue of the instincts. The simple but more  complex process is called fertilization. A single potent sperm is more hard working than the man who produce it to create a new life. Apart from the fun and enjoyment at the end of the day a great responsibility has to take the lady to give a birth to a child.The easiest way to escape from this liabili

Yesterday I witnessed the world`s greatest and wonderful relationship of a creature which was not likely human, in The National Geographic Channel. The story (real story) was about a happy family of a zebra stallion, his mare and their loving new born baby (calf). It was happened in the midst of the dry summer in tropical savanna (h) of Africa. The family was a happy and contented one after the auspicious birth of a calf. It became a little sweet family like ours. Meanwhile the black ominous cloud was appeared to nibbling the bright sun of their happiness. The mare became feeble and vacillating after a sudden severe injury that leads her life to an end. The helpless father and son watched her throughout the long tropical days, as well as the sleepless nights, protected her from all possible dangers. They were sniffing all around her body and try to alleviate her pain. They frequently looked over the sky, as if they silently prayed. There lives were be

My grand father was a famous hunter at his time and a special game shot who was  well known for his art of hunting and big moustache. A few years before we could heard of his kudos.He was a successful member of British Pioneer Riffle Association. An African ivory studded famous 303 riffle, a Lion & Lion branded beautiful double barreled gun and an American short gun were under his pride possession. They were always shining as their esteemed owner as well as their famous western manufacturers. He had a good knack of hunting. In our childhood we used to see many crafted stag head with real horns and stuffed big cats skins. A big buffalo head was fastened on a pillar behind his huge chair. He was indeed a very tall person having a height of six feet six inches. He was also a very rich person too. His personality was  so strong that anyone could misunderstood him and dare to talk with him. In fact he he was a very friendly and pleasant person .He had a

She   was truly a Penelope and a great peripeteia of my life. It is hardly I could   describe her. My English is as poor as my fate. Some grimed jawed and John Bull may find criminal offenses to slay the greatest language by me. Although I have already faced some of them who rename me   as a “Jackanapes.” She came to my life with all the wellness and   a lapicide who created my lapis life a happy one. She gave me everything I needed, the treasure she gave me is perpetual. She taught me how to love and how to live. Now I realize, even after her departure, she is always with me like a shadow,’the intangible friend’. She taught me the important lessons of humanity and the values of life. Some moral qualities   she poured into me that helps me now, to live and live for other. She was a teacher of human life and humanity, who taught me   how to live in peace instead of jeopardizes. Thank you very much for your   valuable lessons. An unrecognized mentor