It is a very lovely day today. The temperature is around 60 degrees and a gentle breeze made it even more comfortable. A perfect day for a weekend. Arka just finished his breakfast. He is blankly looking at the newspaper but he is not at all concentrating on reading the news. This lovely day made him a little nostalgic. In his mind he was looking back almost 10/12 years back. I am very close to Arka and to be honest I can read his mind. Shhh, don't tell him or else he will stop thinking. I promise I will regulary post whatever crosses his mind in this page. Now for today I read his mind as below.

"Oh yes..30 years have gone by, I am going down the hill now. I cannot believe it sometimes. It appears to me that it is not a long time since I have left my school. But then...when I count the years..it is 10 years now!!!Time passes by so fast. I have grown from a kid to a boy to a man, husband and a father...really I never realized time travels so fast. Is it really so long a time since I met Brishti the last time ? Oh yes, I remember ,it happened when I was 13/14 years old. Brishti used to be in my painting class. She had a very nice voice and a very cute face. I remember how I used to wait for the Saturday's . Saturday was our painting class. I have dared the rain and storm to attend the painting classes. I never missed a class since she joined my class. I remember how broken-hearted I used to be when she missed a class. I need to wait for one long week to see her. We became good friends. I still remember the feeling of being around her. It was such a sweet feeling. Was that love? I don't know..may be it was. She is still so alive in my mind. I still remember how beautiful she looked when she moved her hair with her finger, closed her eyes and gently kissed me. That was my first kiss. Who knows where is she now? How does she look? She might be a mother of two three kids by now. I wish I could see her again"

Arka's chain of thoughts broke when his 3 year old daughter cmae running and jumped on his lap. She is the third love of his life. Then who is the second one? Obviously his wife:)

Well, I do not think Arka's mind will go anywhere else now until that little lady love of his life is around. I will catch him some other time and I promise I will pour it all here.Until then good bye..Oh , one more thing if you know where Brishti is, let me know. I am also eager to know about her.

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Strength of WHY

Newton asked why and newton's law came into being. Buddha asked why and he attained nirvana. Mangal Pandey asked why and the struggle for Indian Freedom started.

Why originates from a mind that is eager to know. Why is the beginning of a revolutionary change. Often we are so used to something that we accept them as it is and never ask why. But if we stop for a little and ask why, we might find another view of the same thing. The sun rises in the east . In our grammer class we were taught that it is an eternal truth so it would always be in present tense(rises). But wait ,let us ask why the sun rises in the east. Is there a possibility that it is not true that sun rises in the east. Probably sun really does rise in the west. But there are lot of other things which we just accept and never raise a why. There are superstitions which have been followed for ages and was never asked a why.Satidaha(a custom in which the bride burns herself in her dead husbands pyre) was a social custom in India for a long time. Nobody ever asked why it was really performed until Raja Rammohan Roy . Raja Rammohan later successfully abolished that cruel custom and made it illegal.

Why has such a strength that it can bring radical chages. But why cannot be born where there is illiteracy, ignorance. Many people in the third world countries lead a worst quality of life because they never asked why. The farmer never asks why I am harvesting these crops when my family goes to bed empty stomach. The mason does not ask why I am building this five star hotel when rain drops trickle down my own roof.