Back when I was in my fourth std, It was me sitting in the classroom wearing a blue trouser, a white shirt and a tie with ruffled hair, waiting for her to step in. It was supposed to be the social studies period after the lunch break. I was staring at the board that read the date dash-dash-1998, thinking about what could keep her late. My mind was racing like a monkey, running through questions like could it be this?? or could it be that??..Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten..The minutes hand in my toy like hand watch was ticking but there was no sign of her..With despair and grief overpowering me, I started making a potrait of her in my mind..I started painting her hazel eyes that were behind her egg shaped glasses..Even before I could finish the painting in my mind, she entered into the class and said "SORRY STUDENTS I AM LATE"..

Yes, she was my school teacher..I liked her for the way she behaved with students..She might have been a strong follower of non-violence..May be that is the reason why she seldom dealt with students in a harsh manner. After taking the attendance she had asked us to take out our scrapbooks that usually consists of picture charts n stuff. Before proceeding with the class, she asked if everyone of us brought the scrapbook to class..All shouted "YES TEEEEECHER"..She again asked "IS DER ANYONE WHO IS NOT HAVING THE SCRAPBOOK??"..I dint have it on my desk..So I lifted my hand..She came towards my bench n asked "WHY DINT U BRING THE BOOK"..I said, "No Teacher..Actually, In last class u corrected my book and kept in the shelf only teacher"..I dint know if that reply was bad enough to make a person break his rules of non-violence..She asked for a wooden scale and beat me on my puny hand..OOOh, It pained a bit..And one more..Aaah, It pained like hell..I was controlling my tears..May be I was trying to act like a man in front of her..The tears were not only because of the pain but were also because of the fact that it was my favorite teacher beating me..

She screamed,"DON'T LIE. TELL THE TRUTH"..I struggled to keep my voice normal coz I was on the verge of tears..I said it is in the shelf..Then she grabbed my hand and took me to the classroom shelf and yelled "SHOW..SHOW ME THEN"..I found my book and gave her..By the time I gave her the book I realised, tears were rolling down my cheeks..She was baffled and yeah I could see her pain of regret..She pulled me close, consoled me with six to seven "sorry"s, wiped my tears and KISSED ME..

After eleven years, today, I fail to remember how she actually looked or behaved with students but I am still left with this sweet and nostalgic memory that never fades....


We all have different views regarding what are the ingredients for a joyful life..Apart from all the individual perceptions of happiness, few elements that are predominantly responsible for leading a happy life are:

Optimized earning:
As long as one is happy with what he has, there isn't much scope of grief entering into a person's life..One can lead a happy life if he has enough money to spend for entertainment or fun..This is mainly because expenditure for entertainment usually comes after the basic necessities of life..We often see many people who remain unhappy all through their lives even though they are blessed with loads of bank balance..Why is it so??..This is because most of the moments that we treasure in life have little or nothing to do with money..Say, going for along ride or a night walk with a loved one, meaningless gossips with friends, a trip to a cool place, shopping for clothes, eating junk food, dining at a good restaurant and many more..These are few things that makes u whisper to yourself "Yeah!!THIS IS LIFE"..

One should really be health conscious..We often neglect this part in life as we fail to understand its importance..Say if an organ fails to function because of irregular diet, excessive boozing or bad eating habits, the pain that is experienced in this phase is just like setting foot at the doorstep of hell..So, stuff like maintaining personal hygiene and adapting good eating habits will ultimately lead to a happy life, As it is rightly said, "HEALTH IS WEALTH"..

Loving kids and a caring partner:
I refuse to mention loving parents, because, I wholeheartedly believe in
the fact that there cannot be a soul who isn't a good parent..A caring partner is an essential in life..A pillar of support in good and bad times..Well, being in love with a partner before walking a life together is not necessarily a pre-requisite..What really matters is the warmth and the bliss that you experience with each other when you are together..When it comes to kids, raising a kid is much tougher than swimming an ocean with all your might..Any mistake done while raising kids can be disastrous and can be the reason for despair when your hairs turn grey..Guide them when they are wrong, have respect for their feelings and most importantly LOVE them..

Last but not the least, to live a righteous life and to hope for a happy DEATH......


I have always been a guy who believed in supernatural existence.. Although I did believe in it, I never really had a chance to explore the depths of the other side..Well atleast, not until i was 18...

It was a cold night, a jolly weekend for first years and yeah not to forget the tranquility in the weather, it was a perfect night for four room mates to start up a bizarre and "what-the-hell" kinda conversation..Well, yes, the gossip was about ghosts.. It started off with the existence of ghosts and proceeded with experiences of few people..In the mid of conversation, my roomie spilled out few words that costed me an adrenalin rush..He said, he had a pretty good idea about how to call spirits by using the ouija board..I intially thought he was faking it, but man, for god's sake he wasn't..There was a sudden discord between us and the quarrel was getting bigger like a bulging balloon..Finally, it ended with a challenge..And yes, the challenge was to invoke the spirit..

Within minutes the board was prepared..I was just a spectator at the start where in two of my friends(the one who challenged me and an other) were assigned the task to invoke the spirit..Few minutes after my friends started uttering something, the coin on the board started moving..I was dumbstruck for few seconds..The free motion of the coin itself made me believe that my friends weren't faking it but some corner of my heart had a feeling that they were tricking me..With all these thoughts in mind I was trying to construe things and relate them..In the mean while my friend provoked me to replace the one invoking the spirit..Man, i did it..I thought of giving the final blow just to find out whether the whole drama was real or if it was just a prank..I had asked the spirit to give the name of my sister which wasn't known to anyone of my friends..I was aghast to see the coin move exactly towards the letters that made up the name..I was damn sure that i dint move the coin, even if my partner dared to move it, there wasn't a slightest possibility of he knowing my sister's name..Geez, what-the-****??..After all, the whole thing was real..Oh yes!!!..This was my first encounter with a spirit..Although, I had dealt with the ouija board many times after the incident happened, i put a full stop to the practice after being suggested by few who considered it to be "EVIL"..

CAUTION: There are enough worries in the visible world, try not to invite more by dealing with the invisible....