SCENTS OF LIFE- SO(U)L

VITAMIN-G A few days before new- years eve, last year , as i was taking a round ,I saw on one side of the road a huge first -world -shopping mall.One of its shops had stolen the show.What? yes ....That was a store which had all sorts of medicines to tone-up /beautify human - body - with -a cosmetic -touch. Vitamin section --A-B-C-D-E-F-.. A naughty and curious boy, at his stripleen of thirteen/ fourteen, asked the shopkeeper,' Do you also have Vitamin-G' ? The shop keeper laughed, and said...'God knows'.! This words -God knows, touched me.I thought - how true! we can buy all vitamins, except Vitamin-G; G for God! The cold breeze was getting more ROUGHER...the road was almost deserted as I was passing the bridge. Accross the River, as it flows by MIT Boston,I could see the shimmering moon beam had enveloped its spell on the ripples of the small waves...all cocktailed ... as if creating thousand silvery jasmines on the river bed. A Bell on the boston chruc...

Going to school during early 70s as a kid. In early June, when our school used to open after summer vacation, I used to sink my heart in Pain. The summer days schooling was pretty tough and heartless in those days in Villages. I was then just a kid of 8 yrs old. On our way to school we used to cross paddy fields, small ponds and of course railway tracks. And that used to be the best incentive to go to school because we could play with the tadpoles or run along the narrow bridges through the paddy fields or walk on the rail -way-tracks balancing our arms like wings. I did not like school or my teachers. What I used to hate the most was that the class room atmosphere, the artifacts and the pedagogy . A freshly picked long and strong twig used to greet us .And a never smiling teacher will command the knowledge to bloom. Thus as soon as we used to enter the class room the fear used to enter in us. The first class used to be of rhyming tables. So the class teacher u...