Being Salman

Does merely watching any of his movies first day first show or hanging your aviators on your back collar or wearing a blue-heart bracelet make you a die hard Salman Khan fan..?? 

Being a die hard Salman Khan fan is much more than any of the above. A Salman Khan fan is one who can volunteer his life to the service of humanity. A Salman Khan fan is one who can sleep of hunger by giving his plate of dinner to the poor and who need it the most. A Salman Khan fan is one who can work hard and earn to buy a meal to that every child who is sleeping in the street. A Salman Khan fan is one who buys a bottle of cold water on a summer noon not to quench his self thirst but to give it to the old lady sitting on the pavement. Being a Salman Khan fan is being able to realize the fact that by lending a helping hand we are enabling our fellow countrymen to survive and to live the race of life. Being a Salman Khan fan is being able to buy happiness. Being a Salman Khan fan is having the utmost faith in the concept of 'Philanthropy beyond Eternity'. Being a Salman Khan fan is Being Human.

Being Human

Love with a Prostitute

My uncle has been associated with transport business. I am familiar with many of his drivers and helpers. I have seen a few times one of his driver being isolated by the rest of the group. I never felt to inquire the reason why. Every time when I wasn't with my dad and I had to be dropped to Guwahati I hoped into one of  his truck which was scheduled towards Guwahati. I managed to save a few bucks of my pocket money and also enjoyed a good conversation with the driver & helper. 

It was one day when I had to come Guwahati and the truck that was scheduled towards Guwahati was to be driven by the driver that had been isolated by the group. I got up into the truck and their wasn't any helper too on that day. I thought the reason for isolating the driver was his introversion. I made myself comfortable in the helpers seat.

Surprisingly just after few minutes of starting the journey the driver started the conversation. He introduced himself as Madan Barua. The hi-hello session began and we started talking. He wasn't an introvert at all. After talking for a few minutes I asked him why did he chose to stay away from the group of the rest drivers and helpers. He said it was not he but the rest of the people who had decided not to talk to him. On further inquiring I found out that since he married a sex-worker he was separated from the group.

I insisted on knowing a little more about his marriage. He giggled and started. He worked as a helper ever since he was a seventeen year old lad. After working for a few months he started to learn driving. He got his professional truck driver license when he was 19. As a driver he got introduced to bumpy roads, late night driving, alcohol and brothels. He had been to numerous brothels. He met a girl in one of the brothels when he was 22. She was a year elder to him. He couldn't make himself feel comfortable after sex. He visited her again. Next time he didn't have sex. He talked with her the entire night. He visited her few more times and later he discovered he had fallen in love with her. He proposed her and she agreed. They got married in a temple.

He continued the conversation. He said that he didn't believe in seeking a virgin girl to get married. He always wanted a lady who could understand him.

Those words didn't seem like they came out of a truck drivers heart. All I got to learn in that 64 Km ride from Mr. Barua is that, 'Maturity is beyond profession and love is beyond the purity of the hymen'.

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Virginity: The Character Parameter

Virginity: The Character Parameter

Doesn't it make a section of men feel retard to judge a beautiful soul based on her hymen? Is it machismo to cheat a girl, dump her, move on and marry another? What shall happen to the girl? Apart from a psychological break down because of break up and instead of a support, she finds a man who refuses to be with her after he finds out that she went along with someone else. Is it the story of two men showing their machismo or the prevalence of a retarded uncultured society?

Instead of blaming her for sleeping with another man why can't he step ahead and try to act matured while trying to understand her. A man who judges a girl on her virginity has always found love in the vagina. A man who can't stand the fact that his wife had slept with someone else has  no right to even ask a girl out for a date. Even if the man hasn't even been with anyone else before he shouldn't  react if his partner isn't a virgin and instead he should try to be supportive to the person who had been a victim of false promises.

What if a retarded uncultured finds out that there was no blood spill on his first night? Does that mean that his partner isn't a virgin? Couldn't he think a little matured that she might be adventurous and sporty and could have been associated with cycling, horse riding or swimming? Or on the contrary what if another retarded uncultured finds out blood spill on his first night? Should he cherish his achievement of finding someone virgin or should he read a little about hymenorrhaphy?

Instead of developing our notion for someone based on her virginity we must try to respect her for what she is from her inside. Virginity isn't any character parameter. It is simply ignorance and prevalence of an uncultured society.

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Love With a Prostitute

I am Sandip Kumar Talukdar, a Mechanical Engineer and Business Administration graduate. Currently I am working in one of the Public Sector Bank's.

I am born and brought up in Guwahati, Assam - the land of blue hills and red river. My childhood was marked with drifting around in the picturesque beauty. I developed the zeal to jolt down everything that I felt ever since I joined engineering. I have been writing ever since then. I feel a person must be shameless and fearless while he is inscribing whatever he has felt or experienced.

Haven't you ever felt special about anything?? ... like a special day or a special person or special journey.. Well if you have the very little guts to jolt down that special effect then you are a Writer. Its never a big deal to be a Writer. Being a Writer is having that little guts to write your heart down.

My journey to be a writer started from that undesired and unexpected phase of my life where I had to live under the sky of loneliness. I believe behind the words of any great writer there lies a lover with a melancholy heart or a determined revolutionary.

Apart from writing, I enjoy travelling.

Childhood Dream

As a youngster I remember that most of my friends wanted to be doctors, engineers or cricketers. I had a different wish inside me. Ever since I was in my primary school I wanted to join the Indian Army. I don't remember how I got that dream all of a sudden inside me. Perhaps it was Sunny Deol's 'Border' where he played the role of Major Chyanpuri that motivated me towards Army. I was determined to join the defence. My parents and family was astonished at this wish since no male member of our clan had ever been in any service. I am born in a business blood clan. I got family support.

I was always a fatso kid. Good food and laziness were the best words to define. Things changed a little after high school. I wasn't the same lazy bum as always. I was all focused into National Defence Academy (NDA). Those days I used to sleep less, around four and half hours every night. I woke up exactly at 5 AM and started to run in the Kamakhya temple hills with Kunal. Kunal was focused to lose some pounds from his belly as an act to mark his health consciousness. The first few days of running in the hills was really tiresome. I would stop on the view point that was on the hill top at Bhubansehwari and ask myself,

Is it really necessary?

I thought for alternatives but the zeal inside me wouldn't allow me to do so. I kept running every morning and gym every evening. I lost around 17 Kilos in around 45 days. I wasn't even happy at that. At that moment the only thing that probably could bring me happiness was the selection news from NDA. I wanted to stay awake and guard the frontiers when the entire nation would be asleep. I wanted to fight the enemies and die with the glory of the Tricolour on my corpse.

I wrote the exam. The results disappointed me. I was a loser. My dad acted as the best support then. His words were really supporting and has motivated me to another dream that is not much different from the broken dream. I still remember what he said me (although his words to me were in the vernacular, I would try my best to translate).

Dad - "I believe your desire to join the Army is just because you want to contribute to the society and bring some glory for your motherland? If this is what you desire than being in the Army isn't mandatory at all. You can do everything for your motherland even if you aren't in the army.  Do anything and everything for the society. Live for the society and lend your hand to every person who you believe needs your help. Work hard and earn a lot so that you can help contribute towards philanthropy. Even if you won't be able to guard the frontiers you would be doing something for the nation."

Whatever dad said me that day wasn't wrong at all. I believe that whatever I have been doing today doesn't drive me apart from that childhood dream. I am determined and shall walk on the path of philanthropy until every fellow Indian gets his honor of bread, shelter and cloth.

Am I rich enough??

Am I rich enough??

I am rich but I yearn for more.

The richness parameter of my life is being defined by my ability to let others live. The interpretation of the word 'Rich' for me is that I want to buy a bread to everyone who is famished and  not to treat myself with cozy buffets; to get a blanket for everyone who is sleeping on the street and not to enjoy a holiday in Switzerland; to gift freedom to every prisoner who is debarred from his freedom just because he couldn't afford the petty amount of fine; to nurture those child who are exempted from parental love. My richness parameter is well defined by my ability to be Salman Khan, my idol.

The richness parameter of my life is also being defined by victory. The feeling of richness is also by accomplishments. I felt rich the day I cracked 98 percentile in the MBA entrance.

I feel rich the moment when I am sitting sad and my best friend silently sits beside me because that's the best I have ever earned. 

I feel rich the moment when she appreciated my writings and said, "Your writing's define me."

I feel rich every time I realize that I am the reason behind my parent's happiness.


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