Destiny..

Destiny…..


Walking down the busy CMH road, I see this happy creature wagging her tail and galloping into the world in front of her. She can’t be wrong. The world is a happy place. Busy roads. Cars honking at her.Ignorance is her bliss.Is this not party time? I’m out to explore the world.What is the harm? Where is the harm? People are friendly. They only help.Wish you good.Blah Blah Blah.

My first instinct was doubt. At 3 months (that’s what she looked like), busy CMH road is not the place to walk without a leash, and forget about a potty-pee-spree that some owners send their pets for without even bothering to follow them.I stood and watched behind her.No one following her.Now she had come too far away from a prospective owner walking behind her.She’s alone! A three months old lab – pampered silly by her owners is all set to face the world, and spend a night by the corner paan shop – if only she had not been run over by a speeding vehicle driven by a drunk/stoned brat.No.Can’t happen.

She took to me in a playful way. Of all the people walking down theh road, she chose to play with me.Well, girl – this time your instincts are right.I will find you your home.I take her back to the lane she walked out of which luckily also leads to my home after a few bifurcations.

Now was the time to see this silly girl demonstrating all her silliness. Talk about digressions. Her walk-to-home or so I would like to believe was full of full-circles: circles around every tree, circles around every car …sniffing them to glory, and staring at the gates of houses.Let this house be hers! Let this house be hers! Redundant thought.I let her lead me in her digressions, hoping she knew the way back and these digressions are just a reflection of her confidence.I know the way back! I’m comfortable.I’ve time to spare, so why not sniff the pee of some more of my kind!Huh – dogs!

There I go walking all over the place with her, with a heavy Dell laptop on my back and few paraphernalia that I often carry home from work.She seemed to have lived in a cocoon for she doesn’t know cars are “dangerous” things.She simply doesn’t let them have their way on the road.Well – I’m walking, so you stop walking if this is my playing territory!

My! She’s cute!She has a blue collar round her neck, and a few blue bells. And the fact that she resembles my friend’s dog doesn’t help my heart break.So after 45 minutes of digressions, enquiries to passer by, I realize if I’ve intentions of finding her real owner I must not seem too obvious walking with a lost dog.Too many people would be happy to claim a high quality Labrador puppy.I remember in my paraphernalia I had yummy garlic bread from Pizza Hut.I had refused to bring the leftover from lunch home, but my friend forced insisting I can have food for a change at home!Without the garlic bread, ot would have been impossible to bring this restless creature home.

So “Destiny” and me reached home.Destiny sniffed every corner of the house.Drank water.Had food.Played.And right now “Destiny” is playing with two others of her kinds – two wonderful Goldens, while I’ve a mission : to return her to her home. I know the pain of losing a pet, for sometime ago I had to go through the pain. “Utterly” starved the night he was away, and frightened. We did find “Utterly” eventually. I hope Destiny’s family knows that she is having a nice time, holidaying – and that she will be back soon.

Obituary to Common Sense

This one is a good forward that's worth reading....

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge).

His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place- Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches/mosques/temples became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge financial settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and I am a Whiner.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on; if not, join the majority and do nothing.

Scared...

The following are not my words.Penned thoughts of a friend of mine.Like me, I believe every human being needs to be scared ....

"The dullness of sanity which breathes beside me, opens up my senses to the other side. It's scary to realize how much we do not know. Should I be scare of things we can shun out; bridges we might never cross. Why? Leave the dead in their graves. I say, stop being afraid of the self and let your senses feel, your nerves breathe. I'd be worried if the world is any less absurd than me. It's not! No worries, no fears. I think I'm cured.

But then, how many of us we've not met, how much of the world I might never know; here I abruptly isolate the "I" from the "We". You see, whereas "we" refers to a human race that has lived a 10,000 years, survived revolutions, discovered north pole, invented gun powder, composed the 5 th symphony, painted "the kiss"; the "I" has only read about them, indulged in small talk, watched the news, taken rumours for facts, grabbed some beer, mimicked heroes, chilled out mockery; and basically has faded out. Leave the dead in the graves, they say. I never buried them. They linger in the hide park. Forever will. I'm lying, guys – of course I'm afraid. Shit scared!"

Angarag Mahanta .. the next generation

"Dhowe Dhowe Naiye
Ki kotha patise,
Mone okole kaar kotha bhabise?
Mone okole okole kaar kotha bhabise?

Dhowe dhowe naiye
Kaare kotha patise?
Duronir jpitora jumi jumi saai..."

I generally consider surfing without a purpose a terrible waste of time.But my find the other day is worth the time.

http://www.papon.co.in/

Please check the website for an insight into the work of Papan Angaraag Mahanta, son of Khagen & Archana Mahanta.May be I'm a late riser in this matter, may be the whole world knows about him. How could he remain hidden anyway? His music should not remain unheard, and that's why this email.He is a singer,composer and a musician - and his work is new and creative.

That creative genius flows in the Assamese is a matter of unbound joy!