@Home-Feel the "MAGIC IN THE AIR"..:D

Where do we find even bitter almond( karela :P) sweet…?
Where can we tolerate even the boring saas-bahu serials…?
Where can we roam abt in d streets like a vagabond ….?
Where can we get licence to sleep out and break the record of khumb karan….?
Where can we fight with our brothers and sisters without being accused of ragging..?
Where  are we secure from complixicty and  delusory world outside..?
Yup d answer to all is
..Home sweet home ...” J
Well mine 2 nd half months is full of above contents.Every second of my stay have been a roller coaster ride.Thanks to my parents,family members,brother and my dear friends.
Honestly speaking I didn’t did a single piece of productive work.Read few nouvels out of which “the monk who sold his Ferrari”seemed magnificient.(u can try tht too).Visits from my relatives kept my holidays alive.However my vacations revolved around my lappy(fb,blogging) and cricket(tht too perished when monsoon arrived).Roaming with friends,visiting almost a dozen marriage receptions and sleeping filled the remainder.Infact I slept like a CHAMPION :P.Khumbkaran watching from hell,will we proud of me.Even the loudest voice of my parents didn’t vibrated my ear drum. This time ,Explored more of Dumka(my current resident),,wandered from chotu nath (a temple 12 km from city) to Kurwa( so called park ) on my Khatara bike.I have a soft corner for my bike.It is seeing the last stages of his life,,and often gives up.Nevertheless, it takes me “To the Infinty and beyond”(Aanath se bhi aage).

me in kurwa .

Now on the very last day,I sum all this exciting moments.The visit rejuvenated me.I have been missing my college and friends too,and am going to give them all“JADDU KI JHAPPI”.
And also as said “Forbidden fruit is the sweetest”..Our longing to come back to our native places makes these vacations even more ecstatic.So it’s time to  return to our alma mater.The gratifying moments and the bleesings of our loved one ,which we take back ,will keep us “Going”..

“Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,

Be it ever so humble ,there’s no place like home”
Gar Firdaus rōy-e zamin ast, hamin ast-o hamin ast-o hamin ast.

Means
“If there is a paradise on earth, it is this, it is this, it is this.”.I think writer of this quote must had kashmir(this is written on the grave in a park of Kashmir) as his Home.He also felt the “MAGIC IN THE AIR”.

What will I Give Back? :-(

This is not my story,but everyone's going through this.

It was a night of pain,It was a night of heal,It was a night of arousal ,It was a night of slumber,It was a night of febrility,It was a night of wellbeing ,It was a night of despair,It was a night of hope,It was a night of  deprivation,It was a night of amplification.
Such was the grandness of the night.
        I was growning with pain.Tommorow was my Board Exams(computer's ) and here I was lying, on bed and even struggling to have sound sleep on the very night before the judgement day.Doctor have ordered me rest.My whole body was burning with fever.My legs aching in manner as though someone is going to pull it off.Well ,this all happens when you are  suffering from"chicken pox ".I was languished.

But God has sent its embodiment in the form of Mother.My mom,ceded her sleep,sat and kept solacing me.She was awake almost the whole  night aiding me."She is truly a magician"I thought.

She kneaded me to full effect so that I can catch some Z's.
When I woke up,I found myselg on the upbeat.I went for the exam,supercharged by the words told by mom,dad and my nani.My nani,a totally spritiual woman,used to say"Whenever everything wents wrong,one can always find divine help.Just have faith".Their blessings  worked wonders, despite of the my malady,I did well .
But there  were still 5 more exams to go.But  the courage and easiness  which my parents provided me
never made me wretched.Few months before ,the same were always coaxing me about studies
and asked me to get best possible marks(even cent % marks wouldn't have satisfied them).But after the pox,they didn't let me scan a book for long time.They insisted me to look after my health rather than marks.
This all had a deep deep and indelible effect on my mind.It was not the 1st time I recognised their love.There were millions of other incidents .But this phase when I was quite sensible made me realise how lucky am I.
When my results were out ,I did a decent job,but was  glad that my parents were satisfied(They would have said the same in any case :-)).

It is  4 yrs since ,and now sitting in my home and having in hand only 12 days left to leave for my college,I realise how my mother is vexed by the thought of me leaving her again.I have been here for 2 months now,and leaving her will not to easy nut to crack for me too.To be honest ,I have a become now bit emotionally strong and tough on heart,but I always realise the same tenderness in her.Same affection in her eyes.I wish once done with my studies,I can fill the empty corner she have been accostumed to in last few yrs.I want to be always there in times my name comes to her mind.
But the question is always there which I want to ask them...

Your love is unmatched,
Your sacrifices are unparallel,

Your gift to me are unrivalled,
Your commitments are nonpareil,
For even the smallest happiness u gave me,
Mom and dad,
"What will  I give back? :-("