MDNIY, a stupid world

By Sandeep Datta

I recently came across a strange world of yoga. I cannot blame anyone but myself for entering into it by my mistake.

It so happened that I was eagerly looking of a change of organisation for quite some time, especially since being married. I chance upon a job opportunity in Morarji Desai National Institute of Yoga (MDNIY), an autonomous organisation under Department of AYUSH, Ministry of Health as Media Consult.

During interview, MDNIY's Director mentioned on three occasions that my role would be of an Executive Director or 'Vice Director' in this organisation. I smiled on all these occasions, thinking it is just a gratefulness of a man who believed I was of that much worth.

I joined this organisaton with quite excitement to witness a world away from stressful news world after a break of over 7 years. I was given a cabin and verbally assured that I was the in-charge of this section called Communication and Documentation section. I was told that I would be working with a lady colleague. My main job would be to take out the pending News Letter and Yoga journal for the institute, as it is required by Ministry to know about the happenings of the institute.

On the very first day I went across the institute with some sense of pride and joy of becoming a part of such fascinating place. The biggest attraction of it being the musuem. But it surprised me to notice everyone here was irritated and disapppointed to the hilt. There were others to whom any serios suggestion about the growth of this institute sounded like another poor and silly joke. They used to laugh away anything I would suggest could possibly take place and add to its much needed popularity.

It took me not much time to realise why everyone was either so scared or had develop a habit of laughing away everything. But what I came across was startling.

They all laughed at one person, the man who mattered the most in this institute---Dr. Ishwar V. Basavaraddi, the Director of MDNIY. At first I was quite surprised to see such a qualified and dedicated sounding person is laughed at by all. But I realised my ignorance gradually.

Dr. I. V. Basavarradi might have be some authority in practicing yoga asanas, but he is actually a person full of stupiditiies. That too of highest order. His very first pot-bellied appearance disapproves him to be the Director of National Institute of Yoga.

He conducts his authority as a schoolteacher in the institute. He views the120-odd students to all professionals working under his authority as shirkers or kamchors or persons who have come to him to learn basics of life and professional expertise.

The fact is he is full strange habits. Not wearing any sweater in the wintry mornings of December and instead wearing that in scorching heat of June is a strange feature, he is laughed at the most. But people in this organisation have been made to live with their finger on their lips. Everyone knows, but nobody speaks.

Humiliation and sense of growing inconfidence is something all from contractual to permanent staff has to live with.

The Director's role in running rather silently hiding the actual working style and happenings are worth investigation here.

The contractual staff is being exploited to the hilt of holding their salaries for three to four months, marking absent or issuing memos to the senior staff for being even five or ten minute late in office, forcing professionals do what is unexpected of them as official work is some of his qualities.

The most deserving are pushed to the margins and insulted on daily basis for no rhyme or reason. Doctors to yoga instructors, to administrative staff to even peons face it all and hence now learnt to laugh it off as the best way.

But under whose shadow such a Director has been given the powers to run a national institute certainly could be a big expose` any day.

I can simply say, MDNIY's Director, the biggest cartoon character I ever came across.

Our Child

By Sandeep Datta

Let’s spare a few moments for that kid who often becomes the central figure for exhailing our frustrations on. This poor child is just about to begin his first venture of life.

 He has dreams of his own. That is what inspires him to try himself for the very first time. His maiden voyage is going to be his first introduction with all the even and odds of a pragmatic life. Let him travel it.

While doing that , we have to put a curb on our intrusive behaviour while allowing him to try something distinctive. Ignoring that,We might spoil his joy of playing the game in his own style.

There is a possibility that we might have not been so romantic about cherishing our struggling days but let him have this romance with hard times. It’s his turn to feel that aroma.

He is trying to make a move to reach somewhere where we would have not even thought of reaching ,ever. May be his society requires that qualification of having traveled something really tough and with a different style. We have to accept this.We have to avoid doubting his method of approaching his destination.He can make it.

Probably, we think our idiot looking kid can never do anything worthwhile without following our guidelines.But, if we really want him to grow up then we will have to let him go on his own approach. 

He can. We have to believe it..

We have to  give him a few chances to let his dreams breath properly. Our trust in his convictions will certainly strengthen his Will power. We should allow him to go on his own, without disturbing him by imposing our outdated guidelines on his creative wits.Let him grow naturally.The life is the real tutor.

Our stress forming intrusive advises disrupt his pace of going further.Our perception regarding child’s success on the basis of just a few marks have no meaning to this computerized world. It grades each individual for his performance but not for his misleading scores of petty exams. 

The time has changed completely and our opinion about a successful child needs transformation. We don’t have to  feel challenged but it ‘s a time to let the new thoughts prosper in our family. This liberty will add to our  modernity in social circles.At least this freshness can come only  through fresh people in our family .Let’s welcome it .

No one can anticipate what our child of infinite intelligence been blessed by the almighty God. After all ,all ideas possess some meaning and purpose.If he shows some eagerness in trying his innocent ideas at a  platform which seems strange to us even then, give him some space to decorate them. 

He needs some time to make his movements take a fine shape.Just the way we need some time to develop our outlook.

 We have to put a pause to our attitude of comparing him to the other children’s brilliance.It’s completely discouraging and  create a demoralizing impact on oneself. Would we justify our own comparison with any legend, done by our own parents when we were claming to be Mr. Right?

Wasn’t that too much for us at that time? Sounds disturbing!  Yes, it happens with everyone and obviously , happening with our child too at present.So,showing our wisdom and maturity, we have to stop this habit.

   May be we are not aware to being a turning point for a child but at the least we can stop ourselves from becoming  an obstruction into our  child’s expedition.

He doesn’t need much from us but just a little affection and acceptance. If we won’t accept him with his all failures or little seeming success at the end of the day then who will? It’s only at this point that he longs for his  own people.

We have to prove our real love by standing on his side when somebody takes cracks on him for his dull shade of personality. He is our own blood. We  just have to believe in him.

He will make it to the top a little sooner or later . He will surely prosper, if not today then some time after.
All we have to do is Just To Keep the Faith!

Our daily life

(To be edited)

Our daily life intoduces us to varying  kind of folks. Some like us and to some we like. But,sometimes, We feel over excited to be with somebody sounding really likeminded..He pretends to be  decent  and he sometime succeeds in gaining our attention.He applies all the things that help him to prove that he’s  a nice lad with the complete know-how of  etiquette.

Soon he finds he has successfully succeeded in attracting  our attention. He pretends to be agreeing on most of our idiotic ideas.When we make a joke ,he is the first one to laugh , no matter, everybody laughs at us and him too. But we feel, at least  somebody of our similar foresightedness and  sharp wits is there to accept our opinion.We feel ,yes this is the man who understands us exactly.

Soon we also start giving affirmations on his strange views as a gesture of thanks for supporting us at our turn.We soon are in the process  of giving support to each others ideas even if we,ouselves, hardly understand their logic.

Though we both are treated to be jokers for introducing comic views in that gathering but backed by each other’s support we feel right on track.All this provokes us to shake hands with this buddy in a firm manner and we plan to meet him again and again. After all , we have found a person who understands us .
must attract him to spend a little more time in our nice sounding company.We start spending more and more time, initally,in knowing or rather listening wth deep interest what is his life style.day by day the  time goes on fine with him comfortably with him.

Streching  our eagerness more or more like a rubber we keep on enjoying his asociations . so we strt expressing  our feelings and  he gets the ‘Pass’ to enter our personal zone. The time keeps on moving with its usual pacebut,we don’t feel it. May be we get illusioned that this happy time is everlasting. 

After sometime we have given away ‘all rights reserved’ to the uninterrutted entry of somebody who has entered in our life as just a stranger met in a train. But we don’t questin his entries , probably, because we have made ourselves habitual of sharing our each emotin with him.

Soon, he is our closest buddy but we assume him taking as our best  friend . And,may be that’s why we do fear of reaching someday  to an end . We let him feel us as his ownseld  and boas of finding as confiding  a person as him. And, a day comes when we feel the nudgings of his behaviour. But, we continue not taking them into our sensitive mind. 

This innocence and carelessness of ua gies him a hold on our unmindful mind. Our this attitude let him take us for granted and we get more close to frequent nudgings of harsh words.
We still pretend not to even think of them because we prefer valuing the sacred principal of not getting rationl about frends.

 Resultnt whci, the situation gets worse perhaps becase we don’t with to darken the smudged line of ‘Limits;. So , one day, the decisive day arrive whn we really realize th neccesity and urgeny of re=dreawing  th line of one’s tresspassing limits.

We , somehow, alarm him but our humble seems to have fallen on deaf ears. We feel more irritated. For, our problem is not understood and our complaints are just ignored . All this encourages our mind set to take a big tough decision. We still try to avoid these emerging harsh thoughts but our’Friend ‘ don’t bother of it in anyway.He just continues to  get mor vulgar and uncaring toards our sensitve emotions of  basic humanly respect. And, some day , when he really crosses the las limit then our latent urge of protecting our self esteem emerges upfront. 

Resultant which , we  stretch our one leg behind and just kick him off. This way, he shouckingly comes to know about how it feels to realize ‘fuck off’

The Registration

(A short story)
By Sandeep Datta

That evening was an quite unusual evening for my new friend Subeer , an MBBS by degree but still unregistered to be called an offical Doctor.I still remember it was Tuesday, 7.50(evening).Usually, around this time my working friends visit my house for a little bit of chatting with each other.

I had just returned from my  office and was about to change clothes after chatting with girls on my PC for a few minutes. As I switched on my Computer,  a husky voice fell into my ears, ‘Sandeep’, ‘Sandeep’. My eye brows got raised thinking  who this daring fellow could be ,as ,hardly anyone had ever shouted my name that way?

 I came out of my room and looked down in the street , from the first floor of my house. It was dark there in the street , the reason, usual, the street light wasn’t working. Any way,  as I tried to concentrate on the shape of this visitor of mine ,he shouted once again ‘Sandeep’,Abe Khol’(open the door). 

This time I got him ,he was my new friend ‘Subeer’. I went down through stairs running very fastly fearing lest this visitor screams using any abuse in his sentence and my entire image in my colony should come down to zero. 

So, scared of loosing already little left reputation among neighbourhood  children, I
 opened the door.

 There he was. Standing with a smile and carrying a bag on his left shoulder. I extended my hand for a handshake with a smile on my face but without giving any attention to that he just entered my house. He  climbed stairs to reach my room.  

Though I felt awkward,but thinking he was my new friend I just didn’t mind. I closed the main door and followed him.

Soon  he was inside my room, situated on the first floor of my house.He turned back to me and asked ‘Isn’t Bedi here’?,


I said , ‘no, not yet, but what happened’? Cutting me in the middle of my sentence and stopping me from going further he enquired, ‘ Where that ass has gone today’?. I thought something was wrong with him today.In the next moment,I noticed, he was shaking a bit while standing. He was, perhaps,drunk I thought.

Anyhow,asked him to sit but my this suggestion fell on deaf ears. ‘No, where is Bedi?present him before me’, shouted Subeer. 

Fearing from his drunk state I said , ‘O.K-O.K sahib,sit for a minute’ and I looked out from my room towards Bedi’s room. 

Bedi is our common friend , an unemployed student Fashion Designer, lives  in a small rented house in my adjacent building on the third floor.His room is quite small for his 6’3 height but full of semi nude posters of fashion models and ,frankly speaking, I avoid going into his room of explosives.

Anyhow, I ran for  his room climbing all the steps to the third floor like a sprint race. Reaching there ,I was breathing asthmatically, obviously,the reason being I was  ordered to produce him at the earliest.


I found him standing pasting a few more posters on the wall ,I just held him from his wrist and dragged him with me., ‘Where , Where , Where you taking me to’? He kept on asking. ‘Let me at least shut my door if not lock it’,he pleaded ,but, I refused to listen anything.I just kept on pulling him with me like somebody kidnaps someone from his house.While running with him I told him Subeer was drunk and wanted to see him immediately. ‘ I didn’t know why?’I told him.

I was trembling with fear not just because Subeer was the first friend of mine, entering my home in a drunk condition but the fear of being noticed by parents was literally shaking me from head to bottom.For,the rules of my home don’t permit that.

Even the thought of getting caught with such a friend was frightening for me . The reason being that ours was a Hindu,Brahmin family where even mentioning of egg or liquor was considered as a sin.

So, in any eventuality, if my friend got caught, then it wouldn’t be him but me to be kicked out of my house.And,I didn’t want that to happen to me in such a cold night.

O my Lord! Even the thought of  that scene,me , standing outside my house in cold and begging to be taken back was  very awesomely scary.

I was feeling scared just as much as any teenage boy does when gets caught red handed by his parents while watching a pornographic movie.No, No,No this shouldn’t happen to me’, I kept on mumbling to myself while running back to my room with Bedi.

Alas! I reached my room with Bedi still arrested in my hands. I pushed him in and shouted, ‘here’s your ‘ Bedi Ass’. By that time,Subir was watching Fashion T.V keeping my room’s door wide open.Bomb after Bomb,I felt, he was planting for me. 

As he  listened my voice, turned back with a broad smile on his face and while standing up from my bed, he shouted with joy, ‘Congratulate me Buddies I have become a registered doctor today’. For a moment,I forgot all of my fears and raised my arms imitating Bedi towards our registered doctor-friend,Dr. Subeer.

Doctor sahib embraced us both though it’s another thing that I got squeezed between both of these huge bodies.Anyway, I didn’t feel that much.For, it generally  happens to me because of my short height.I am five foot high.Please don’t laugh!

Trying to stand still, Subeer  showed us , by acting himself, the way he would be called by other folks from that day on, ‘Doctor Sahib’instead of ‘Subeer Bhai’.

After all that clone Jokeracting, he said , ‘Bedi, open this bag, look what I have got for you’.Bedi,sensing something exciting,unzipped the bag quickly. There he brought out a fresh bottle of whisky with his eyes wide open because it was English brand.And,that was his favorite one.

Just getting it’s first glimpse,I don’t know how numerous wrinkles emerged on my forehead with in a second. ‘Oh my God!the main bomb still remaining to  explode’,was my immediate reaction.And why shouldn’t have I thought that way,after all, it would be ultimately me standing outside in such a cold. ‘No, No, No, I should stop them in some way’.I thought.

Thank God!  Bedi wasn’t drunk that day ,by chance, and sensing that, I looked up towards his face. He immediately understood my condition because he knew my family’s rules and regulations as well.

Thank God ! he got my point that day and saved me from the certain troubles.And, persuading Subir for going to his own room Bedi took him there.

As for the sake of company and a co-partner in the hour of celebration I had to go with him to his room.Soon all the three of us were in his room.The mood was totally galla and the stereo was switched on and its volume, raised to the loudest.

Now,the bottle was opened and three pegs were made.One for Bedi,One for Dr Subeer himself and the last one raised towards me. I just refuted it making an excuse that I didn’t drink.Listening my excuse Subir laughed heartily saying , ‘you don’t drink’.Ha! Ha! Ha! Sandeep is still a baby’. 

That didn’t hurt me in any way as I was used to of that kind of remarks for my being a teetotaller. And,saying that,subeer had his first peg making a ‘bottoms up’ with Bedi.

Within a few minutes he had his three pegs inside and then I asked him, ‘ so how it does it feel after becoming a Registered Doctor Sahab’?

He paused for a minute ,perhaps, searching for the precise words to answer me how agonisingly he spent the last two years in unemployment even after getting an MBBS degree.His eyes welled up with tears.For, even the mere mention of that period of sitting idle was frightening  for him.He spoke in a broken voice, ‘ Sandeep that was too much, really too much for me. 

Only I know how agonisingly I passed my each day of the year answering all the hooting gestures of so called friends and relatives back at home, he explained while tears kept falling down from his eyes.

This was the first time that I was watching a grown up man like him weeping like a child in nostalgia. I could feel his state of mind which was of a man feeling completely Relieved after proving to everyone around him that yes, he had the real guts of becoming a Registered Doctor.

That day he could retire into his bed without fearing of the occasional nightmares of ending up as a flop despite striving so hard in career.

On that day, I returned home very touched,somehow,feeling his pain in my own heart. I asked myself, ‘don’t we turn completely savage and cruel when we laugh at somebody’s unsuccessful period of life’.I felt, we all needed a bit of Introspection!Don’t we?

Getting Employed

By Sandeep Datta (needs to be edited) 

Our academics are our only recognition only when we are into that.Later or sooner we pass out that phase of life too. For a few weeks or months sometimes we are still pointed, cheerfully , for our academic merits . But here those months get passed and we are asked about so many things besides that academic stuff.

 We start realizing that our academic qualification or merits got to be of some monetary worth. 

We start looking for such an employer who would hire us for our papers of distinctions. Soon, we get this message our papers of distinctions. Soon, we get this message that the market of employment expects us to be professionally qualified too. 

We say O.K. to ouselves and once again , go a few more years in professional courses . And, there too, we collect a few more valuable sounding sheets of papers , carrying our name and grades . We feel quite high about , ouselves and why shouldn’t we? After all we have grabbed high grades .

Anyhow, we once  again go to the employment market with high spirits but…..
But there are so many already standing in queue , even carrying heavy folders than us. Even then, keeping our spirits high with stubborn attitude we try. 

We search daily into those paper-ads which rarely reflect any room for our kind of candidates.But still,our each morning begins with a new hope. The ads that arise even little bit of hope are hovered upon by hundreds of our unemployed fellows. After all, we are not the only ones who haunt for an would be employer. Any way , somehow we manage to get shortlisted for interviews. And there, either a well suited-booted man awaits us or somebody pretending to be highly qualified one is relaxes in a chair to decide our future showing hardly any interest in us.
And , the very first question is the immortal and omnipresent one which is about our Experience in that field . Surprisingly , this question is hanging on the interviewee’s lips even when the ad might have asked for Freshers.Believe me, that’s absolutely true.
Even after winning in these battles we have to sign the list of those terryfying rules which are nothing but a written acceptance of submission to our employer from almost every angle of freedom.In other way , these rules our a way of reminding and keeping us realized, everyday, that our employer is not just another man but a little God with full authority on us.
When we read them our heart straightaway holds us back to not sign but on the same time our mind reminds us of the people eagerly and anxiously awaiting for us to get into employment.We feel close enough towards bringing a sigh of relief to those depressed souls who are there ,inside our homes, waiting for just that news.
We feel the opportunity.
At the same time the cruel memories of our so called ‘own people’s sarcastic words and hootings compell us to be fast in signing in without thinking much. …………………..

Importance of word

By Sandeep Datta

A word is a medium to express something which needs to be shared with others as closely as it could be felt like happening at that moment .To get this word which could have the power of making others feel the once experienced thing taking place again, requires years of toiling about it.

And every writer  who is deeply concerned about his style and subtlety undergoes this exciting subjection of  explorations quite daringly and proudly. 

Undoubtedly, day by day, he excells in his style of expressions only because of these days of trials of paitence. And , at some stage of life he recalls these days of divinely  labour as his real days of devotion to the great art of creative expressions. For ,because of  these devotedly lived years of his life he derives respect even from best of intellectual circles.

Hardly ever his excruciating pains are mentioned by someone, but, the fascinating results of them always bring applaudig times to his life.

And, who knows when he succeeds in expressing a soulful experience qualifying to its real feel, may be he might be remembered for ages by the genres to come.

Because these words are those vital tools which help in bringing glow and impact to one’s expression of perspective while conveying them to others.But this entire odyssey of lifetime is travelled only on Words.

Welcome!

(written for a poster in my room in 2002)

Welcome.I welcome you for coming and giving me the pleasure of meeting someboy very special . Yes’You’, a person who is so much  to me not because you are educated by a few high sounding degrees ,not because you earn lot or not even because you dress up with elegance and possess the signs of a sophisticated chap but for your love wherever you go and spread .

I have nothing in my mind when I am here to greet you because  I am watching  everything which is latent in you and hidden and covered with curtain .

I am pleased to have you as my guest because you are among those very  selected ones with whom  I will always prefer to spend time . You are that individual to me who despite every failure or unaccomplished aim is still my proudful friend  .

Even if you are visiting me for the very first time even then I am glad to welcome you on this memorable day. It isn’t any hypocrisy to someone who has nothing much to boast about .

 But, it’s a reception of somebody who hasn’t been recognized for his true potential .

I know, you have so much in you but a  bit of hesitation or lack of trust is probably obstructing you to share with me that in a complete sense . But  I am sure it will vanish away once we come into conversation .
May be I fail to welcome you with victual or other formal eateries /stuff because I know nobody visits his friend’s home just for these mediocre things . But everyone yearns to be listened attentively by someone who would feel his condition from the depth of understanding.
And, besides this, you wouldn’t experience any odious feeling of being compared to anyone. Yes, I am here to greet you with this special warmth and genuine feelings.

With Affection and Love Yours”

Parenting a Child

By Sandeep Datta
A family is  called a complete a family,only if, it is full of kids’ noises. Yes, something similar to this is what all of us do feel when we are talking about the  completeness of a family. 

Undoubtedly, without children no house can be called a  home. So , it is the happy presence of children that narrates the happiness of any family . Somehow, the joy of being a part of any family can be felt only through children.

But , how many people are there who remember the real worth of children. Just the way, being a parent of any child is difficult. So is, becoming a loving parent.

So many people wish for having a sweet child but how many of them even think of  being caring parents. Perhaps, very few. Daily life has kept us so much occupied that we forget the love and care our kids expect from us.

It’s a common excuse that the father is always ‘busy’ with work and that’s why can not attend children , most of the time. But, regrettably saying, listening about uncaring and ‘highly occupied’ mother is also not any unheard of thing, nowadays.

The Sun rises and sets but the child keeps on awaiting for that hour where his parents would listen to him. Why? Is this the true meaning of becoming parents? Hopefully , not. Then why do children get ‘admitted’,or to be accurate, pushed to Creches? May be, to provide artificial closeness to them.

Are they so irrelevant to modern parents that hardly few minutes deserve to be spent on them? It that’s true, then, why to have children at all? The so called sophistication and ‘modern’standards’ of living ‘wisely ‘ may be recommending such a conduct. 

But, why to get mad about following such a concept of  ‘modern parents’ ? 

May be , just to sound  living in more ‘advanced way’ than others ,is all that what it is intended for. Who is to be blamed for this precarious situation in parents and children relation? The concept of modernism or the people, themselves? This is for everyone’s introspection.

Small children cry for care and the parents prefer remaining busy  freaking out. Can anyone justify this shameful situation? But,may be, the house maid or the governess , is employed as an answer to this disturbing question. If that’s so ,then ,it’s really immoral on parents’ part.

So, if having being nurtured with  such a disaffection some children develop the same behaviour, then, it shouldn’t surprise any parent too.

In this fast changing world the children need to be shown the care and meaning of affection by practicing it. But not by, teaching them through governess or books. For, only the love they are given since childhood can be expected from them, later in life.

Parents, in advanced age, fear of being sent to old age homes or being neglected by kids when they are grown ups.Why? When the qualities that children carry today were inculcated in them by parents themselves. Then why to feel frightened from the repercussions now? .

When kids needed you , you were busy and when , today, you require their care they would , obviously, be busy.
Parents forget that whatever they sow so shall they reap. 

No surprise, no miracle can  be expected. Because, that’s not possible in today’s world. At least not on this planet where the rule which dominates is ‘Tit for Tat’.

So nothing is called too late just start acting now and show your deep affection. At least they should know what it feels to live in the sweet shadow of loving parents. Who knows, you might need their care in the near future. So, don’t think too much . Just Do It!

A READER’S LIFE

A collection of all nice books is possible with any Tom, Dick or Harry.But to squeeze out nector from a book requires a  study of focussed attention and deep interest in that.

Though its unfortunate but the reality on the ground is that most of the dedicated readers lack proper facilities. All of them know it. But they don’t quit despite every odd condition. May be they make themselves strong enough to face and go through it anytime.No matter how difficult lives they strive in but they don’t complain but endure . It’s just a part of the game.


TO study any book or material serves their minds a feel of content. Their joy gets doubled whenever they get any chance of having a book’s permanent possession. The actual feeling is like adding another pearl to one’s personal collection.


One thing or quality these all real seekers of knowledge have in common is humility. They don’t restrict their quest for getting satisfied to just expensive books but all creations of nature. May be for this reason they always stay ready to listen and learn from everyone and everything around them.

 Neither they claim of being a learnt one  nor do they try to prove it to others. For, their gentle behavior proves that everywhere. No sentence or word of them boasts of any power but their timely help to others proves it.


Whenever they take up a book to read they start loving it whole-heartedly. Each fine book they dwell upon derives heavenly pleasure to them. They invariably stay ready and well prepared mentally of the possible long interruptions caused by people around them. 

And , probably, that’s why they don’t complain of it generally.


Besides this they always keep their temper very cool in all circumstances and with all .


And, although, they are never disturbed by the gentlemen but when they are, then, they simply think that no worship is truly completed if any idiot/hindrances doesn’t/don’t prevail/exist around them.

‘He’

By :  His Inspiration
    (Sandeep Datta)
He who determines our destiny and bears the responsibility of creating our fate.He who is believed to have decided  at which juncture of life we will actually meet our true soul mate.

He without whom we have no meaning anywhere. He whose wish takes us everywhere.He from whom we emerge and it’s he in whom we all submerge.


He who creates everything .He who shapes everything.He is none other than Lord Shree Krsihna,the supreme power, himself.


We all wander this planet to that planet in different lives because of His will.


He fixes our time to get birth and our time to get killed. He who arranges all our meetings and separations from the people we come across in life . Because only he knows what is good for us and what is vice.

He guides us to live in his wished way and sees that we don’t fall as anybody’s prey.


It is He who arranges our confrontations with the tough challenges of  life.Though each of our success is His special blessing but he still directs us to strive.For, he knows what is good for us as the mentor of  fate.And,that’s the reason why he asks us to hurry up so that we shouldn’t get anywhere too late.


We feel energetic of any capability just because of Him.For,our every ability is his gift to our soul.
Whether We should win or loose that’s all determined by Him.For,He writes our destiny not we.It’s his job to let us dance at the platform he thinks is the best for you or me.


We dare to fight out our struggles because He is the one who infuses that fighting spirit in every skin.For, the supreme power of this universe belongs to him,confirming as the ruler of each and everything.


We work upon some ideas that click to our mind but all those creative bubbles happen only because of that power which is totally divine. It’s because of him that all mind flashes get birth into our subconscious senses.
It’s 

He who lifts our mind to get the realization of His gifted talents to optimize them in our most troubled and frustrating times. Because he is that poet who adds new words and gives our life all fascinating rhymes.


And, because of Him we feel charged up to take up any tough challenge by its roots,no matter how hopeless people assume  us while looking upon our frazzled(ragged) boots.


So, whatever we do whatever we think or whatever we manage to click upon are secret messages conveyed to us through the intutions since we are born.


We just work upon those ideas He wants us to bring into use and watches their ripples creating varying effects so that we don’t get further confuse.


He always accompanies us in our daily humdrum routine.But exhibits the magic of luck only when we actually  begin feeling as a machine.


And, I bow in front of that almighty Lord  who draws every single line of our fate completing  the design of our beautiful life which gets embellished  only when he draws it on His Golden plate.

And the life goes on…..

By Sandeep Datta

Attitude is all that matters in one’s life. This is what the life has taught me .And, undoubtedly , I followed it like a lesson learnt by heart. Born in a middle class Brahmin family. I went through all that what others feel uncomfortable in.

The shortest boy of every queue and the thinnest one among all the sportsmen of  the school. Inexplicable is all that what one suffers when even family proves ignorant to appreciate the child for encouragement.
The youngest one of the five, one brother and three sisters and the last one,me, I learnt what outside world taught me by inflicting injuries upon me.

But, thanks to the sports that taught me the most important lesson of life, “It’s one’s attitude that determines one’s success but not others opinion”.

While winning many events, mentioned like Badminton, Kabbaddi, Kho,Martial Arts at zonal and state levels I developed the killer’s attitude of ‘making things possible’.But, despite getting admitted in a prestigious college(Ramjas College) of Delhi, by defeating 29 state and national level players, I had to quit. The reason was nothing but simply the  parents’ disliking for sports.

Actually,my first failure, in twelfth grade of school, transformed me completely. Making me too much serious about studies instead of sports. Surely, this was the U turn of my life.

But, voices were raised to the extent of depriving me of further studies. Fortunately, by the next year, I proved them wrong ,securing first division. Anyhow, the enraged family had to cool down a little.

But, unfortunately,during graduation, despite trying hard I couldn’t perform well and resulted miserably.The reason was nothing but intense pressure of family and relatives.Over expectations do create agonising pressure. I think every parent needs too learn.

Otherwise,despite striving so devotedly, daily for almost eight to ten hours I passed on margin. Does anyone know why? Psychologist call it nervousness. But do the parents know what leads to this situation where one turns so unconfident about one’s ability that he sometimes even looses his mental balance too.

 It is not a bluff, but, the reality, in which  every year thousands of students struggle. But, who cares ? Ultimately, the bad results in exams provide upper hand to the parents to curse the child,everytime. Isn’t it?But, parents need to realize their mistakes too.

Usually this ‘attention’ is not always because parents care for their children ,but, their own prestige is at stake in society. What a shameful thing it is if a, innocent student is put under so much intense pressure that he starts misunderstanding the exams’ result as the end of life.Though, it is a false impression about exams.

Examinations are held to evaluate the knowledge acquired by students in classes. But, in no way, to scare them to them extent of committing suicide, sometimes.

Therefore, by restricting my unimpressive studies, it was suggested, to put me in our small family business. But, despite bowing in front of family’s order I continued studying along with it through public library books. For Three long years I cherished the fifty paise membership and studied a lot on human behavior. This was the study which actually inspired me to join journalism.

After so much reluctance from my family towards my continuation of studies ,at last, I was allowed to study,but, on my own expense. Friends kept lending me money for my fees. And, I managed to afford because of their timely helps. And, for almost half a dozen diplomas that I did, I had to pay back by my little pocket money.
But,very hard is to mention the reasons for which I was not financed by my own family for pursuing studies.

 May be their ignorance, towards the professional training’s importance or the envy of my own elder brother, is the reason. I can’t say ,or perhaps, don’t want to. That’s why, despite being a topper thrice in notable insititutes , none of my family member knows my level of education ,till date. The reason, I can’t explain.

Unfortunately, I lost my father because of heart-attack this year, in the month of June,but my passion remained intact.

And , today, confronting so many obstacles of life that ‘hopeless’ child of government school could attain this much knowledge, today.

No matter how many obstructions came my way but I preferred confronting them boldly. It is because of that determined attitude to succeed in life that I could become a Freelancewriter and Radio presenter in All India Radio.