Choice is yours…!!!

You often have a dilemma of choosing between two most appropriate options…have you ever thought what would be the outcome if you have chosen the wrong options to consider right in front? No matter how tactfully you analyze or intellectually you handle the final two options,you will always land up in wrong quarters…life changing decisions and opportunities doesn’t give you life long time to think to act upon your decision, it doesn’t come up knocking your door but it gives enough evidence of its arrival but then if you fail to conceal with it …you know what happens next…
With majority of my blogs I have tried to voyage my thinking with one of the main aspect of life…that’s love this blog of mine is certainly not any exception…but would certainly give the readers with few extra tilts to look upon a relation.

Parents are the one who take all the burden right from our childhood for all our requirements and necessities even by keeping themselves awaken at night, keeping themselves hungry so that we are satisfied with what we have…it can be rightly said no one this world can love you more than your parents…but life is not only blossoming yourself under the care and guidance of your parents…it owes you the same care and respect when they are old and then when your parents are no more with you, you have the responsibility of inheriting it into your next generations…apart from the parents with whom you share a blood relation there is someone whom you may not even know of his /her existence until the right time when that very person becomes your partner for life and a person to rely on for every moment of life…
Today…I am with the story of a boy and girl…an ordinary story but certainly with some extraordinary thinking’s…that crept on the mind of the girl…and finally this happened…!!!

Conductor: the bus is about to leave all the passengers are requested to check their belongings and settle in their respective seats…
Bus started slowly…Anirban who was seating in the corner window seat saw a women in her high 40’s waving to the bus from behind to stop. Anirban asked the conductor to stop so that the lady could catch the bus. Finally the lady came in and sat and then the bus started again…it was the spring time and the suburban roads were filled with water with the overnight rain…overhearing the instructions of the passengers the driver drove carelessly.
Woman: thanks young boy…because of you I could catch the bus today.
Anirban: it’s my pleasure anybody in my place would have done the same.
Woman: recollecting something…I know you…
Anirban: aunty am Anirban…
Woman: oh…yes how are you doing these days?
Anirban: am into a job…everything is fine…how is Anamika doing?
Woman: she going to get married next month…the bridegroom is good…
Anirban: nice to hear that…hope he keeps Anamika so happy that she may never feel the absence of uncle and you in her new home…
Woman: Anamika is still a kid…she doesn’t know what’s good for her…am sure she would be missing us…but then she will learn to adapt there…can anybody love someone more than their own parents? I suppose no, but then bridegrooms family is good…she would be happy there.
Anirban: parents always have a dilemma in spite of choosing the best possible match whether their child would be happy or not…but believe my aunty there has to be a person who loves your daughter more then you as she would be spending her entire life with him…that person has to be your bridegroom…
Suddenly the bus was out of control and it broke one of the barriers and went straight into the marsh land…Anirban couldn’t move as he was struck found Anamika’s mother lying senseless he woke her up and pulled the emergency window and pushed Anamika’s mother out of the bus…speaking there has to be someone who loves your daughter more than you…Anamika’s mother could only crawl few feet’s away from the bus, the bus exploded.

In the hospital:
Anamika’s mother lying with her crutches told how she could escape death to everyone around. She later asked about the condition of Anirban.
Anamika: doctors would soon let us know about his condition…(started crying)
Anamika’s mother: what happened?
Anamika: few day’s back….i met Anirban.
Anamika’s Mother: what did he say to you?
Anamika…continued….
Anamika: I asked him do you still love me.
Anirban: The answer of your question lies in the answer of the question I am going to ask to you..
Anamika: what’s your question?
Anirban: Does your parents still love you?
Anamika: yes they do, but how is it related with my question?
Anirban: it has a deep relation. You know your parents love you, you don’t have to ask them every now and then whether they love you or not…similarly the person whom you marry should be as such with whom you can spend your entire life without even asking him whether he loves you or not because you know his love for you is much more than your own life…as far as I am concerned I have chosen the a person to be my life a long time back, am just waiting for your decision.
Anamika: but I love somebody else.
Anirban: it’s your problem then…I know I have chosen the right person for me, it’s upon you to decide the right person for you…
Anamika: you can’t force…an issue can you?
Anirban: I never forced you, in fact I never bothered you loving me because my love for you is so much that I never paid any heed about your feelings for me…even when you hated me…now you say isn’t this love like your parents? They love you and sacrifice everything for your well being without even thinking what you think of them.
Anamika: you can never question about the love the parents have for their child as they have a blood relation but how can I be sure about you?
Anirban: the person you would marry someday surely won’t have any blood relation with you, but then that very person would become everything for you…that’s why I told you it’s your problem if you love somebody else as far as I am concerned I have made the right choice… decision is yours.
Anamika: you speak like a fairy tale…what exactly can you do for me?
Anirban: anything…you want my life I can forego my life for you.
Anamika: then that’s a promise from my side if you give your life I will surely put flowers on your photo…
Anirban: I know I don’t mean anything to you…but be certain if I have to give my life for your happiness I won’t step back…

Nurse came in:
Nurse: bad news for you… we couldn’t save Anirban…

Anamika’s mother now realised what did Anirban’s last word meant….’there has to be someone who loves Anamika more than you’…and along with Anamika she also burst into tears.
Later bridegroom’s family cancelled the marriage because of an unexpected death of one of their family member…
In the shock Anamika…could only recollect the last conversation with Anirban.
Anamika: then that’s a promise from my side if you give your life I will surely put flowers on your photo…
Anirban: I know I don’t mean anything to you…but be certain if I have to give my life for your happiness I won’t step back…
Anamika: the person I would be marrying would certainly not speak of death every time…
Anirban: Anamika…you know many things are controlled by human’s decision even death sometimes…and you would hopefully realize it someday…!!!

A decision of choosing between life and death…certainly Anamika didn’t choose life for Anirban…as Anamika was his only life…he didn’t step back when death came across him and also proved he would do everything for her happiness…
there are many lives that are being spoilt by a person’s decision of neglecting a person who really loves you…hopefully after reading, people would start respecting true love and its importance to one’s life…!!!

Can a change in name change a person?

Anjan, that’s me but most of my friends know me with a different name…in fact except K.V Barrackpore (army) and my college mates everybody know me by the name Mithun. Most of my old friends still get confused when I say my name is Anjan. I was known to be Anjan only since class nine and everybody who knew me before hand still call me by the name I myself is well versed with that is ‘Mithun’. So friends don’t get confused by seeing me called as Anjan, I am Mithun whom almost each and every friend of mine is well acquainted with.
Some of the memories of my previous school…when I was known as Mithun
Known as the naughtiest student of my primary school DAV Kedla, used to command and control everybody in the class when I was still a child (nursery and kinder garden) just like the class teacher does.I used to throw books out of the class room who would open books without my permission. Class monitor also had to obey my instructions otherwise he was thrown out of the class room. One of the famous incident occured when I threw Jatin Sharma’s (one of my earliest childhood friend also known as Monu) book out of the window of the class room and a cow ate his book. Later my parents decided to give my book to him as my punishment. I always created nuisance in class, but was the most punctual student not because I was fond of studies but I won’t be able to enjoy myself in home as I enjoyed in school. I often won prizes for my punctuality but I would hardly study. In fact I was never known for my studies, everybody knew me for my pranks. I used to sit in 2nd bench of the centre column (from class 1 to 5) with two of my friend’s one on my right and the other on the left (Ashwini & Bhanu) …and teachers used to call them as my left and right hand, the reason being they used to create problems to everybody on my orders. I started the ‘world war 3’ in the school where everybody who was not in my group was beaten black and blue. Everyday complain went to my mother stating your child doesn’t fear even the teachers. Everyday my mother would scold me for my activities but the next day I would come home breaking some body’s head, teeth or hand. I was uncontrollable by the teachers and often was a headache for them. I was punished with the most ferocious punishment both in school and home but I would continue with my habit of troubling others…when I passed class 5, principal of the school N.K Prasad called my father and requested him to take me to a different school otherwise I would make the entire school a fighting club…when I left the school, I could see a sense of relief to all the students, teachers and the staff whom I troubled…especially Asha madam who was my class teacher when I was in nursery…in fact she knew me in and out right from my first day at school when I hold her stick and told her you don't know my father,if he comes to know that you beat me,you won't be spared...(when she came to beat me for my nuisance in the classroom)
The other thing except my school prank that I was known is for my love for cricket. After the school hours I was only seen at the club (cricket ground near my home). I would rarely play with my age group friends but most often I was seen where the elders’ play, I would wait to play just a ball or two where the bat seemed taller than me…and the youngest person except me would be studying in class 10 when I am still in nursery(1991-92). Most of the times I would only be allowed to see the match sitting outside but yet I would stay there hoping somebody would pick me in his side and I would be able to play…starting from playing a ball or two, I started as a wicket keeper, then a batsman….and finally I gave bowling a go. By the time I learnt proper bowling most of the elders either retired or left playing cricket…slowly as we graduated in our classes interest from cricket was fading…the last time (December 2009) when I went to the club to play cricket I was amazed to see none of my age group people were seen at the ground and the only people who were seen were 4-5 years junior to me… my interest towards cricket remained the same as when I was a 5 year old. I would go and play with the juniors, were most of my age group people kept themselves away from it…
During my childhood days I was known to everybody mostly for my mischief but still I was famous and everyone was my friend. My first friends were Abhinav, Ritesh, Manish, Pranay, Himanshu, Shahood, Bhanu, Ashwini, Jatin, Manglesh, Ram Ayodhya, Muklesh …please forgive me if I am forgetting anybody’s name but these are the names of those with whom I spent the best days of my life…the early childhood days…the days when I would fight with them but the next moment we would be together fighting with others…I am glad that I still have contact with those primary friends of mine…but my old friends are still confused not because I am known with a different name but because I am totally a different person today most of them still ask me a question are you the same Mithun who was angry heartless boy who would love to create problems to others but now a calm emotional guy willing to help others?…most of my college friends, KV friends and even holy cross friends would think I am cracking a joke when I am speaking about my past…they would say how could he beat anybody. During the last few days of my engineering, my hostel warden Pandey Sir stated-‘I don’t think Anjan has even hit a mosquito in his entire life.’ I don’t blame Pandey sir as he knew me for only 4 years of my college life when I had become altogether a different person. But the most interesting incident happened when I came up to Asha madam, she could recognize me with my face but said you are not Mithun; you are somebody else with his face. Mithun is not at all like you. If I have to compare Mithun and you it would be something like devil and a saint…
When I look at my childhood days…more than anybody else I myself is amazed…was that really me? How did I certainly change? Who changed me up? I was never a person I am now & I had never thought I would be like this in my childhood days. These are the questions that I couldn’t answer myself…in the end I have only one thing to say…gosh!!! Can a change in name change the entire person?