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All people have three characters, that which they exhibit, that which they have and that which they think they have.    –Alphonse Karr            We generally live in an illusion, a very beautifully decorated image of ourselves that provides us with an extraordinary self confidence. It is very accurately pointed out by Alphonse Karr that what we are is far apart from what we think we are and what we exhibit. The more diverse the characters are, the more complicated the life is for that person. That exactly is the reason why so many of us (or rather all of us) are different people in different surroundings.  Just give it a thought. Haven’t you ever been called the most naughty person in one place while very ironically the well-mannered gentleman/lady at some other? Also you behave differently to different people. There is no common code of conduct that is maintained with every person we meet. A corollary to this is that our perceptio...

"OHH MAAYY GAWD!!! Is this what its going to be for four years?", I was thinking when i entered the college for the first time. It was examination time and the paper had apparently just ended. The lobby near the reception that we now call 'Putalya Samor', was overflowing with a plethora of emotions coming from 'girls' ONLY!. "What are these species? Are they really my kind?",I wondered. I was absorbing so much of high frequency sound at that time. I felt nauseated. How could I possibly survive in this chaos? 'Me', who has been brought up in a completely co-ed environment.               Fifteen days later, it was the first day of college. All students were to gather in a class room where they would be guided about their curriculum. When I entered the college still wondering what I was doing in this place, there were 5 girls waiting at the stairs of the Main Building. In short, I was too early as usual.         ...

The poem shows less depth than it has... Please try to read through...  Joe was a plowman Who owned a dry land. In a small village The lone farming hand. Other adjoining towns And farms lying therein Owned by ranchers They were all akin. They had sown seeds All of them still naïve Awaited the rain Its absence made them rave. Some of Joe’s kin Prayed to the lord. While some others planned Well to their accord. Joe, on the other hand  Watered his land on time Gave it its nourishment And sung a funny rhyme. One fancy evening When he least suspected It rained in his town ‘Voila!’, they interjected. Happiness beyond happiness Hugged him then Overwhelmed by the success He thanked the Heaven!