IDIOCY BLENDED!!

Three years ago I was loitering in the store room of my house which was isolated in the first storey. When I was peeking through the cardboard boxes for novels, a book fell down. It was so torn, so feeble; the papers were so brown that it appeared like it had been dyed with brown paint. I carefully took that book in my hand and opened it. It looked as a record book of my mom, which she had used during her undergraduate days. When I turned through the pages of that record book, a paper fell out from that, It was light blue in colour. It gave the same impression as the record note. The paper was fully occupied with the pen writing which made the condition of the paper even worse. It was neatly folded that the folded edges added strength to the delicate nature of that paper. On one side of the paper there were two addresses. It also contained the small delineation of Subash Chandra Bose on it and on closer examination I found that it was the stamp and that paper was the Legenda...

I’m still on a hunt, what made me horribly lazy to not to sit with my most favorite hobby. Three long months, ten incomplete posts in my drafts (and who knows, even this post will increment the incompletes!) That’s what it takes to publish this post. I now clearly understand how much an expectation will stimulate desperation (ini na sathyama form la illadha indian cricket players ah ootamatan!) Who would have thought that I’d be sitting in the corridor of sixth floor of my hostel and let the chill Coimbatore breeze caress my face by late in twentieth  hour of this day and thinking about stuffs which I usually don’t. How’d it be for a three year old kid, when he is in a period of surveying almost everything he sees get tied to a table passing through a cord by his mom? He would have nothing but to stare at the door of that room to wait for his mommy to play with him after she had finished her daily chores! How’d it be for a five year old kid, who is the only kid fo...