Truly Saptarshi

I am quite fed-up with the way people speak nowadays. And disgusted with the attitude some people carry with them against people who do not know English properly. Firstly, i would be very happy if someone makes me understand what has English to do, or rather any language has to do with the fact that a person is well-read or literate? A person may have studied a lot in Bangla or Hindi or Tamil or Urdu... that does not make him/her literate? On the contrary it maybe often seen that a person speaks English very smoothly but in reality he is an empty vessel an its only the fact that empty vessels sound much is proved. Because of this wrong attitude, the languages have got distorted, people learn English in a hurry because its being seen as a status symbol and do not get time or try enough to learn his.her mother language or local language. And while writing or speaking they just rape the languages badly and its so painful for the eyes and ears. Its true that English is a language wi

It was a loving 'Bhai' by which my grandfather used to call me and i answered back with the same. My dearest bhai passed away on the second of last month and its been more than a month now. Life goes on and it is no exception for me either. But somewhere there is a void, for the first time i lost someone so near and dear to me. These are compulsory pains of life. But, the memories do not understand and they seem to come back again and again only to make me feel more void. So, i thought of writing a few lines here in my blog. The fondest memories which i have of Bhai are those childhood days when i used to go out with my bhai almost everyday. And sometimes my didu (grandmother) used to accompany us. And then i had got the habit of walking, which i have lost a lot now. And i had a habit of buying loads of pens which was fulfilled most of the time by my bhai. Buying pens and especially the costly ones was like a hide and seek game with my parents because they never appreciated it