masks around us

It's amazing how fast the world around us changes. One moment we are happy, secured... with people around us whom we think are true to this world to other people and the next moment we find that some of them are not worth being around us. they are false, actors with masks on their faces. they don't like or love people.they pretend so to get favors. they live a false life full of hatred, dislike for people around them except for a few whom they consider their near and dear one. with their mind full of conspiracies and face with never ending smiles and with a extra caring attitude for us they fool us every moment. but we cant get rid of them. they keep coming coming coming...and they are never tired of doing this as this is their very self. The worse part of this is for most of the times, after we recognize them, neither we can tolerate them nor you can act the same with them. The best we can do is Ignore them and try to save the people we know from these actors with dirty mind so that their good thoughts are not contaminated.

the morning

today I got up at 6:00 in the morning . most of the people will find this insignificant enough to be written. but for me it is not so. because this is something that happened to me in years. Still the morning sun could not be seen as it was cloudy and raining outside. it was such a perfect weather to be in your bed (but God only knows why I got up so early). I got myself to my table and switched on the light and my laptop. As I went through my previous days works I asked my wife for a cup of black tea. The tea came and as I took its first sip, I don't know why, I wanted to write something, something to share my views. Immediately I thought of starting a blog. though I prefer Bangla over English to share my thoughts there was no choice.
It was such soothing and calm everywhere (I could hear some old melodies of Mukesh from not so far, probably a radio) it brought back the memories of those good old carefree days when the mind was a rebel packed with power, when it was young and free...

The road to school

The rain stopped for some time and though it was still cloudy my wife insisted on dropping her to her school by bike. It started raining midway, while returning from the school. It was wonderful. As I was getting soaked in rains, I wondered how these things got lost from our lives without our notice. As this is the day I started this blog I'll remember this morning till I continue with this blog or may be even after...