When we are in a moment of deep distress or in very much problem or is betrayed by luck, the very question that arises in our mind is, ‘Why Me?’ But we do fail to repeat the same question with the opposite side of the same picture, i.e. when are lucky enough sometimes. We never take the joy being what actually we are, but always ready to grief for what we not. This particular boy, Naman Bhatia, who shares the same flat with me, had a heated discussion with me on this topic on a sunny December afternoon, and after this conversation I learned that, the most emotionally stable persons are those, who take the Joy of being themselves . It is quite well known to us that the number of occasion of joy is far more less than that fo grief, and if it’s the vice versa than you may count yourself to be amongst the most gifted creatures of the Planet. Anyway, as instances of grief outnumber instances of happiness, therefore a single instance of joy becomes price less. You might have asked a...

Assamese Script Hindi Script                                                                   In my last two years in Delhi, the most noticeable thing about me (after my name) to the Delhi-ites  has been my pronunciation of Hindi. This would be agreed by all my fellow out-station friends here in Delhi that people always tend to look at you by special attention once they realize that your tone of speaking Hindi is quite different to that of theirs.  Generally there is no big deal with such special attention as people tend to treat you as guest and tries to help you, but some unlucky enough had actually been made mockery because of their accent and are behaved totally out of the world. So this is for all those Hindi speakers out there, its not our fault  that our pronunciation i...

Living in Uttam Nagar, New Delhi during the first few months of my Delhi experience was quite of a horrible task for me. Me being from a city in where this is a noticeable open space between the residing house and the road and also with the next house, found it quite ridiculous to be at a place where you open up your main door of the house and find yourself in the middle of the main road. I came from a society where people even hate to share their boundary walls with their neighbour and here I was put into a concrete structure which shared even the walls of your bedroom with the neighbour. That seemed quite unorthodox to me. The next shock came to me when I went to the rooftop to have a glimpse of the whole area. But as I had never expected the only thing I could see were concrete structures and hundreds of cell phone towers. For me being coming form a part of the country where you can at least expect to see greenery if not others, felt quite out of the world ...