The Artistic Imagery

The world is very vast. There are countries and within them contain the states and within them, the cities . It is in these cities political life nourishes, within the gaps of political life, we find wonderful traces of nature and it's natural beauty..The globe being huge can be a reason of us staying in oblivion, regarding their mere existence.  Whenever I interact with people and tell them regarding my place of origin, they are quite not sure where "Siliguri" actually is. Sometimes they think its in Nepal and it's becomes quite depressing   for me. Thus I have come here to acknowledge everyone of this small place, named Siliguri, quite situated on the foothills of The Himalayas, serving as the gateway to the NorthEastern part of India.  If anyone googles out, they can really find all the geographical data associated to this place, so let me tell some interesting facts ( that you will not find on the Google) ; that I have collected over the last 19 ye

" The realism of our existence has been overshadowed by the curtain of the need to exist "   The sun rises and sets in, and in between them a day has passed, this continues on and on and a week passes, this week in turn now changes to months and to years. Thus a percent of our mere existence is gone. Hearing the alarm our day starts, watching the hands tick, it slogs and ends in a mechanical flow of the pendulum. This is what, is the meaning of life to many, I am not saying all but most...  You might remember that during our initial times, the days when we were all kids, we had interests, we liked certain things and practised them amidst our busy schedule, and that is what kept us from slogging off.  Each interest used to be different from the other, each unique in their own way.  I remember, my interest was in collecting pen refills ( though used) ,I know it's not that cool, as to collecting stamps or insects, but still .. I had a variety of refills- gel, dot, parker, Ge

" It always feels good to get stuck in the fictional world, as the real world is kind of shitty these days".   Losing myself within the pages of Harry Potter, Percy Jackson or The Lord of the Rings ,has been quite a hobby,it is where I can find a new way to look to life.  I have always wondered if there would be a train, that would carry us to distant far away land, away from all our problems or having a magical friend who has solutions to every problem, right under it's sleeve. No matter how old we are, no matter how mature we are, we always have a small part of that innocent kid lurking underneath, ready to poke it's nose in every business.. and it is this part that is always curious, questioning us " Why, how and  where" till we are satisfied. Fiction can show you different worlds, it can take you to a different place which you are not aware of.Once when you are back you will not feel contented by the world surrounding you. And discontent is really a good

As we move on with life, we find many people surrounding us, accompanying us as we trudge on the belts of the treadmill.  Some of these people may be with you or may be reaching out to you, through different means. - but that's not important. What's important is the relationship that we share with them.  As we start our day, we see them performing their own duties. It may be the man selling milk or newspaper to our doors, or the house maid doing all the odd chores or  our nearby neighbour playing his idiotic loud music..or maybe our roommate, which whom we sometimes end quarreling. They can be anyone, who has an effect to our lives, and here lies the irony , having them we get so much carried away that we become completely ignorant of their existence and get used to, we sometimes completely neglect their importance, and I guess that's natural, after we all have a very complicated life to handle and as one says " Life happens " - it does really happen, ways cross