The solitude of Alexander Selkirk

life has become so tough. Leaving your comfort zone and staying in a cut throat competitive world is quite difficult for me.Sometimes I feel so alienated, I feel like run away from this place and hide myself in a secluded place. I need a real break. I need some fresh air to be gulped down by my lungs. In IRMA u get plenty of fresh air to soak in.But somehow i cannot tolerate the gust winds filled with conspiracy and telltale stories. I squeeze out the inside air. I dream of returning back to a green belt with lines of paddy field and indulge my senses to the memory of that fragrance.I wallow myself into sorrows of living a secluded life. Sobbing, boohooing and banging the poor walls in my room. Yet another two terms and I will be free from this place...I miss u Odisha

A secret affair with rain

I love the first drizzle, the smell of soil, the drips coming down from the tip of the Deodar tree in my house. In college I knew the smell is due to some cyanobacteria( but then who cares?)Since I knew , I loved rain.Every monsoon,I miss the tiny stream flowing before my house in Angul. we named it the great Mahanadi:) i had sweet memories of floating numbers of paper boats in that stream. The classes would be postponed, school remained closed for a couple of days and I enjoyed the time with pakodi and hot tea.I had a strong craving for tea in those days as I was not allowed to be served with a full cup of tea. Some spoonfulls would do for me(poor me)..I remember making tea in absence of my mom and sipping it on the roof top to aviod her anger... so many years have passed and I am staying in hostel since last 12 years..But my affair with rain still continues. In Gujarat, I dn't get enough time or stream to float my paper boat. Yet I enjoy the tiny drops of rain, the scenery of birds chirping on the cassia branches and the rain bathed grasses in the campus...I miss my school days but I feel happy to be reminded of those golden years of my life.I fall in love with each rainy day... I mumur my favourite song "Mayuri go............."

ladies special

Well..its my summer training time. Daily morning I get to see the hodgepodge and the bustling crowd in Anand railway station. Its the everyday journey in the ladies compartment of Gujarat queen which has taugt me more than my management classes.I witness the middle class Indian women and their plight in daily life.I see the girls talking endlessly, Masis selling garma garam puff and kelani waffer.(read banana waffer).I see little girls carrying the loads of their family and selling mouth watering Jamun. Its amazing to witness quarrel and peace coexisting at a time.

the late night journey

The exam season is just 2 days away.The entire janta is loaded with Herculean loads of assignments .But submittion of CAC poster came as real jolt to the entire batch.There were show -stoppers to the ordinaries(read me) in the batch who didnot know even how to draw a line.But then came some collective action within the whole batch as all of us shared ideas among ourselves. Also we got together to get our print outs in the computer centre by tendering a special request to the CC .All of us were found running from one room to another asking for this thing or that.The postors were finally ready early in the morning (some of us had finished making the posters in the night itself)after a late night binge and some collective action among the batch members .Though the posters were supposed to be made individually ,but the support and help of each of the class mates had gone into the making of each poster.The satisfaction of creating something was clearly visible on each of our faces as we put up the posters for display in the class room complex .The posters were appreciated by all.Our collective efforts had finally borne fruits.It was a rocking show .Great job PRM 30!!!!

I wiil come back to you oh my dearest Odisha ...........