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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Photography : the new world.

I didn't have the likes towards photography until I meet the two  geniuses  : Arghya and Supriyo. They triggered the ghost of the passion into me. And now I love the fact that one can capture moments of emotions with just a click. Thanks bros, I owe you guys for this :)
P.S. I clicked this image ^_^

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Rain : a very short story

I don't remember much of that day, but i remember the rain. Very precisely . How with each rain-drop kissing the soil, my heartbeat fastened. How I washed a faded face away with the rain. Memories, that were determined to haunt me in every second of my peace, were let go. How drenched in rain, i smiled, smirked and laughed. The empty rooftop was the only witness. Though life gave me several painful years, this was time when it returned all the debts of ecstasy. That was the day, when I finally,  freed myself. 

Though I don't remember much of that day, but I remember the rain. very precisely.  

You Said You'd Come Back

Standing by the road side,
Smile at one hand
And cry in the other.
Juggling them furiously,
I was waiting for you
till the midnight.
Drenched in fear,
Wet alone the road
And standing still,
I waited.
Because you said
You'd come back...

I cried till the dawn.
Even tears seemed dry
Without you.
The salty sorrow,
I drank to the last drop.
And with swollen face,
I waited,
Because you said
You'd come back...

Standing beneath the sun,
I didn't felt the warmth.
Smiling unconsciously,
I didn't felt the happiness.
Through the broken mirror,
I look deep into myself,
And I saw none but you.
The sharp pain,
Cut my vain.
And standing half into the blood,
I waited.
Because I believed,
And you said,
You'd come back...

I searched for light,
In the lonely black night.
But end up finding darkness,
Where I felt comfort.
I envied you,
I cursed you.
But I was bounded.
Because I loved you.
And the night mocked me,
Pointing at you,
That you'll never come back.
But I was sure.
So damn sure,
That I waited
Till the last breath.
But still I believed,
Because of your words.
Once you had said,
You'd come back...