English Vinglish

85% is a not a bad score if you're from a state secondary board. I scored 85.4% in class X. Quite a decent score it is for West Bengal Board of Secondary Education. That too, Bengali medium.

I always wanted to study in an English medium school. But somehow, in our parents' belief, English mediums makes a kid spoiled and morally handicapped, Whereas if a kid studies in a good Bengali medium school, he will  learn about the values of our ancestors and will learn how to behave politely. So we: me and my elder brother were admitted to the best Bengali medium school they had in town. We were always good at studies, sports and everything. Many people told our parents that they should move us to an English medium school, that'll give us a better perspective of things. But our parents: they were blindfolded by their beliefs.

When we, me and my brother topped the school again in the class X board exam. We grabbed our report cards and went to our father. He was very proud of us. We wanted to give us anything we want. So he asked me -

"What do you want son? Tell me. Today, I will grant you anything you ask for."

So I turned to my brother, and as we had already planned out, we were ready to demand our wish. 

"We want to move out of the city Dad." I said.

He was utterly shocked. The red gush of blood flooded his face, and soon vanished, leaving a blank expression hanging down from his face. He was clueless of what we were talking about.

"Yes Dad. We want to move out. We want to prepare for engineering and we want to do it from one of the best schools that the Country has to provide. And it is not Bengali medium!" my brother spoke for us.

"What !!!!!" our father exclaimed.  "But how? How will you manage? You've only been studying every subject in Bengali up until now. How would you adjust?" he was clearly in dilemma.

"We will manage. I know we can. We can do it. Have some faith on us." I plead. 

"I don't know. I don't think that you can pull off this one." He said, still shocked from the gift I asked for.

"You have taught us enough. I know that we can do this. Please, we really want to do this. You have to understand." I exclaimed.

"Okay son. If you're saying that you can do it. I believe you. But remember one thing, there is no turning back. If you fail to adjust, you'll lose one year." Dad said.

"I understand. And I understand if i don't take this risk, I'll regret it for the rest of my life." I replied.

"I am proud of you. Both of you." My father said. A little drop of tear shined like a pearl from the corner of his left eye.

We enrolled ourselves in one of the best schools. It was English Medium. The first few months were very brutal. But we survived. And five years later, at present, me and my brother, both are in the final year of our engineering.
I always had a knack for writing. Being admitted to that school gave me chance to look at things from a different angle and to find my real passion. I have already written a story in a prestigious anthology, and currently I'm working on my first novel. And can you guess the language of the book? Yes! It's English.

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Window

Sitting by my side

myself is blaming me.

Drinking every drop of light,

darkness is craving me.

I wanted to run way,

but the doors are closed.

I threw my heart away,

and the body follows.

But loneliness is pulling me,

and my body stuck hard.

And the metal frame is eating me,

the bones tear apart...

The darkness is fighting the light,

the wall starts to move.

My heart is feeling the height,

coming down the roof.

Looking away

from the cry

I see the sky,

the birds those fly.

The grass so green

And the girl so shy.

The beauty outside

and love so high...

When i turn around,

my room was filled with pain.

I wanted to scream loud,m

but every scream was in vain..

I found envy

sitting by my side,

where there was myself,

now that he hide.

There is loneliness

all over the walls.

There is darkness,

from the roof it falls.

There is sorrow.

There is jealousy,

The room so narrow,

And blood so glossy.

Fading up, moments by moment,

I stole my sight.

I found my heart in the pavement.

Dusty, lying aside.

But, it was filled with happiness.

there was no sorrow.

I was sitting inside,

As I am looking through a window........

Life These Days

Being a just-passed-out student from school, I never been so work-less before.. No studies, smoking, bikes, babes, or late night parties for 5 months.. I wonder how I am breathing till now!! And see the irony of my fate, I don't even know for how long it would be this way... Neither do I know, when my college-life will start and I will enter the most awaited chapter of my life!
Back in the school days, I had planned so much for this vacation, but when time came, nothing worthwhile happened... All i could manage was to teach a bunch of kids how to solve quadratic equations and that too in the 1st few weeks.. Then our honorable(?) chief minister Mamta Banerjee declared summer vacations for all the schools from 15th may and my students along with their parents flew away to Kashmir... Lucky they... After a few weeks being bore with the boredom, I started writing a novel.. A novel which leads you to the journey of my hostel life.... Life full of studies, smoking, bikes, babes, and late night parties... Take you to the place where my soul lies.... But cruel god ( or the board of WBJEE) threw the date of counselling in between.... And as a result, the novel has to paused on its initial few chapters... Damn college, do hell to career  ,, i just wanted to write..
But all this this way which was common in my daily routine was the hours and mega-bytes spend on my laptop surfing through the internet and visiting sites like Facebook, gmail, Facebook, twitter, Facebook, orkut, and Facebook....... The core of the fact is even if I was willing to leave Facebook, Facebook wasn't in a mood to leave me.. And as a result, my friend list became pregnant with 354 more friends!! ( I swear I am giving you the exact stats).
And another result was i came to know that there are much much more just-passed-outs who want to live these golden days in there own manner, in there own way,, but failed do so because their parents want to keep their 'gems' as close as possible..

And also, I was introduced to one more parallel world ..... The world of artistes...  They play, the sing, and they write...
I found something common between them and me... We both share the the same passion, same emotions and same creations.... Interacting to them I become known to the world of blogs, forums, and pages, where they share their views, their creations to the whole world..

Well I'm trying to do the ditto here.. I hope would find some readers who will tolerate my nonsense.... Because in any way, I will not stop vomiting the shit :)