India is one of the most known country for its culture, intelligence and many other things. The country was enslaved by England for almost 150 yrs. But the great people (rather say leaders) of India like M.K.Ghandhi worked hard for its independence. And finally the country becomes independent on august 15, 1947. Further it becomes a republic on january 26, 1950.
Today is the republic day of same country. On this eve, everybody of India put his/her head up in respect of the tricolour, the honour of india.
I wake up at 7:30 in morning. All the roommates were not sure about attending the ceremony till the last five minutes of starting of the programm. When I wake up all the people were ready to leave the rooms.
The B.tech. students are not that much interested in attending the eves like this. rather they are more interested in doing the works they like to do. they give the first preference to their interest. that's why i think they are forward than others in all the things. Mind it.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
THE BOND
Those were summer days , just the start of summer when the letter from JNV arrived in my father's hands. It was about the qualification of mine in the entrance examination and about the admission.
my dad was extremely happy . He read it again and again. But I felt that my mom was totally upset. Everytime dad read the letter , an ocean of the tears flow across her eyes. I was a little buddy of just 10 or 11 then. I was not getting what the hell (for mom) and what the heaven (for dad) was going on.
The dinners were over and we were in our beds. My younger brother and sister had already entered into dream-world. dad was asking me some questions regarding whether I would stay there happy or not, regarding my studies, regarding everything that was hurting my mother from inside. The joining date was of july 1, 2000 and that of admission was june 1,2000. The letter filled dad's heart with a proud sensation for me while my mother was disappointed. Those days my mom loved me more than my younger brothers.
The day of admission arrived. We were to leave the home. And as soon as servant take the bags in hand , I found myself hugged into mom's hands. The tears broke out of her eyes.
My sister used to tell to me whenever I return to home, that my mom burst out of tears whenever she sits for their dinner or lunch. And for next 7 years I missed her a lot. Which type of bonding is this? I wonder.
my dad was extremely happy . He read it again and again. But I felt that my mom was totally upset. Everytime dad read the letter , an ocean of the tears flow across her eyes. I was a little buddy of just 10 or 11 then. I was not getting what the hell (for mom) and what the heaven (for dad) was going on.
The dinners were over and we were in our beds. My younger brother and sister had already entered into dream-world. dad was asking me some questions regarding whether I would stay there happy or not, regarding my studies, regarding everything that was hurting my mother from inside. The joining date was of july 1, 2000 and that of admission was june 1,2000. The letter filled dad's heart with a proud sensation for me while my mother was disappointed. Those days my mom loved me more than my younger brothers.
The day of admission arrived. We were to leave the home. And as soon as servant take the bags in hand , I found myself hugged into mom's hands. The tears broke out of her eyes.
My sister used to tell to me whenever I return to home, that my mom burst out of tears whenever she sits for their dinner or lunch. And for next 7 years I missed her a lot. Which type of bonding is this? I wonder.
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