Condensation

TRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! (a very long one)

No, it was not a Telephone. Those days telephones were rare, even those round dial ones. That was the round alarm clock ringing on a Sunday, at 7 am. As usual, the little boy was pulled out of the bed and refreshed up within 7:30 am ending with a glass of milk, which he hated the most.

The sole reason behind such a monstrous act of waking up a little one on a Sunday early morning was: Studies!!! Sunday is a day for relaxation and enjoyment for all around the world and the father in our story here, took the bright oppurtunity to turn it into a darker one: Make the little one study!!!

The lessons started with Science and the subject was "Condensation". The kiddo sat beside his father and the page turned. It was a picture of a glass of ice: one normal, and the other one sweating for no reason. A glass of ice sweating??? Questions puzzled the little ones mind. "Ice is cold!!! Its meant to keep things cold!!! I drink cold water and get scolded because its cold!!! Sweat???" Kiddo's mind kept thinking.

My Childhood Days

“Get up… how many times more do I have to call you?” screamed my mother. Well, school days have always given jobless mothers good jobs. Mothers were usually meant for packing us to school during those days. As I rubbed my eyes and tried to cover them from a streak of annoying light, another scream was preparing to rip my ear-drums apart. The heavy towel landed on my sleepy head making it heavier and the jolt prompting me to take a shower. Momma’s are never good at throwing n catching, but sometimes they are sharp enough. Fast forwarding 15 minutes into the scene, the packing expert my Father had married was professional enough to deliver the consignment just before the pickup rickshaw arrived.

A Friend whom I remembered today

“Anirban!!! Who’s that??? Is he in our school???”, I questioned back.

“Yes, he is. Today, we would visit his house.”, my mom said.

With an unknown dullness in my mind, I chose not to respond in any way. Not knowing a schoolmate who had been with me for the past three years was certainly awkward.

“May be in another section. I won’t go.”, to which my Mom faced me with a series of parallel folds on her forehead.

Academy of Technology :- An insight into the reality by Neo Jones

all right ....you might have read The Telegraph which ranks Academy of Technology among the TOP 10 engineering colleges in the whole of West Bengal....When a top ranking newspaper says so...you take it to be the ubiquitous truth...dont you?
Yup! Everyone will.
That's the only reason i'm writing now...to let you all know what lies underneath.Whistle blowing...some might say..but i think everyone has the right to know the truth.

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