Janak Yadav

I will start this from the very beginning, it was 9th October 2011 at around 10pm IST. I finished my dinner, came online as of daily routine. Logged in to Facebook, checked out my stuffs, read some blogs. As nothing was making me feel good I thought to go to bed and take a sleep. I have made my mind that from today itself I will wake up in time, will sleep early and without wasting my time on FB at nights .                             The atmosphere was breeze-less tonight. As I was not feeling sleepy,I took out my mp3 player and started listening to romantic and soft-core songs. But all in vain, finally, I thought to get myself relieved by listening to Ghazals of Jagjit Singh Ji. I always have the folder named 'Jagjit Singh' whether it is my phone or MP3 player. I have been a fan of him since the time someone very special asked me to listen to his songs to help me calm myself and control my aggressiveness .             It was 2006 that I got myself addicted to his

Durga Idol worshipped by Zamindar Family through years It's Durga Puja...The well known biggest festive season in West Bengal.,now a days,Paschimbanga. This year too it was wonderful. It was delightful and different from past years Durga Puja.I went along my friends and checked out some unique puja mandap themes and idols in different style and shape. We hovered all around Kolkata and Howrah. It was not like old days,when I used to go with Papa and Maa,holding their fingers, though I missed those days this festival season. I can remember that I used to be a naughty child and always in a hurry to release my hands and run here and there among the crowd and let them find me. I guess, I was always in a playful mood. But not this time,as I went with my friends on bike and hovered the whole city gazing at pandals, idols and people wearing different types of clothes,from different places,with different nature,different style,but having a common spirit to enjoy   Durga Puja .       

Poor man sleeping openly in chilly weather without clothes but just a plastic wrap. It was Ganpati Visarjan of 2011 , a normal day in the month of September with neither hot nor colder night. What astonished me suddenly was glimpse of a man sleeping on the cemented seats on the Ganges ghat of Bandhaghat wrapping up himself with few pages of newspaper and a plastic sheet. Don't know whether he had his supper or not . But to keep himself aloof from cost of the treatment of diseases like cough, cold or malaria, he had covered up himself with a piece of paper as the breeze from river Ganges were not strong enough to keep the mosquitoes away from this home-less guy. He might be a Rickshaw Puller or a labourer, may be an unemployed poor or a beggar. By observing his condition I found that he didn't even had a piece of cloth on his body other than his underwear which made my assumption strong for him to be poor beggar .                   I found myself in an awkward situ

Back to back Ganesh Visarjan at Bandhaghat Ferry Ghat   It was a hectic day on 4th September 2011 as I after finishing the birthday party of TS, went to tutions. While returning back to home made a phone call to a friend just to ask whether Ganpati Visarjan is done or not. Fortunately they were late and I got a chance to experience that moment with friends. Asked them to slow down as it will take 15 minutes from my place to reach them. Went up there, parked my bike and bag in a safe place. Joined them on the streets leading to Ganges ghat, popularly known as Bandhaghat in Howrah. They danced throughout the way upto the ghat celebrating the festival of Ganesh Puja to its fullest. Later they stopped, prayed and submerged the idol of Lord Ganesha into the river Ganges . I was lucky to experience this not only because they were late on their way to Ganesh Visarjan but because I was fortunate enough to pray in-front of Lord Ganesha and also had an opportunity to drink coconu

I have adopted a hobby of collecting SIM(Subscriber Identity Module) Cards since I was in class 10 during mid 2005. In 2005 I purchased my first mobile. Watching to receive calls and SMS with the help of a chip based plastic object excited me about this technology and this stuff called SIM Card. As the time passed the interest in this plastic object turned up into a hobby. It does not matter to me whether it was collected when it was in working condition or not. The thing that matters is that I want to collect and keep them safely with me. It gives me a sort of happiness when I watch them after taking it out from my collection box. They are of uneven colors with different company logos. I have SIM Cards from different telecom service providers of India. Some of them are rare as those companies either stopped there service or were acquired by another company such as Spice, Command, Hutch.Till now I only had an international SIM Card of Hutch from Thailand, given to me by my Brother-I