Get busy living or get busy dying
The COVID-19 pandemic is ravaging our planet since 2019, almost for twenty months.
It has triggered a social crisis that has evoked traumatic feelings as fear, anxiety, and a lack of existential security is threatening us, every day, every hour
In our lives, we have never witnessed this sort of crisis of humanity. The distress stories of death and human misery are reaching us every day thru print, news and social medias.
When the news hits you, on of the deaths of your friends and relatives, its not just a discreet news …
My School Days … Fun of Bus Journey
From 2nd June..all schools have opened up in Singapore..one of the first phase relaxation of lock down.
That day, when on a morning walk, I saw a little boy ..in the bus stop..eagerly looking for the next bus .he must be going to school. His mother was with him..she was also quite anxious..looking in the apps for the bus timing..his son had to reach in time ..to join the assembly..and to sing "Majulah Singapora" ..
My mind went back many many years to my school days in Kolkata, West Bengal, India
A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy? Thus stated Albert Einstein
Every morning, we get up, if we are lucky to be near ‘green’ we can hear birds singing and chirping.
But, what about us, our heads get loaded with all the worries of the day, the past unfortunate events and the future uncertainty, and most of us certainly don’t start the day with a happy mind. We think of job loss notice may be today, a terrorist attack in train..a mortgage payable notice from bank..son’s not…
Prologue-Unless I write a little bit about my birthplace — Calcutta, my country India, my family root, my childhood, the perspectives of the next narratives coming up will not be clear, These will help in the perception of the valued readers.
In the second writeup of my series, I gave a brief description of Calcutta [Now called Kolkata], my birthplace . This writeup I will tell a little about my Country India, my pride and also my frustrations from my country perspective
Next will carry some details of my family root and a little bit on my childhood days, then…
Prologue-Unless I write a little bit about my birthplace — Calcutta, my country India, my family root, my childhood, the perspectives of the next narratives coming up will not be clear, These will help in the perception of the valued readers. So, in the second and third writeup of my series, I will give a brief description of these basics. If reader intends to drill down into details, they may click on the links. Hope this will make a clear picture of my people around me in my childhood days, from locational perspective
Today I will make a brief narration…
[Lets work together and write down history of common people, let’s call it Common-ism]
1] Prologue- Our Earth had life for 300 million years .. Agriculture was initiated around 10,000 years ago, and early civilization grew up on the fertile plains between the rivers Tigris and Euphrates, in about 5000 BC
As George Santayana, commented, ‘Those who cannot remember the history are condemned to repeat it . But, the question is what is the content of this history.. its very segmented..partial.. of wars..of kingdoms..of colonial loots and plunders, of slave trade, of discrimination, of inequality. They call it civilization, do…