Sushant Chaudhary’s World

I have finished reading Sidney Sheldon’s “Tell me Your Dreams” novel. Novel was published in the year 1998. I am a late starter, on this it has been more than 10 years. I was recommended this novel by my colleague, when she found me reading Sidney Sheldon’s another work, “The Other Side of Midnight”. With the first book itself I had interest in reading all the novels of him. And I started reading them one by one. This is third book of his which I finished.

I started reading this some where in the middle of a week. Week was full of activities and lots of commitments. First day I started reading it on my way home, and sooner I found myself continuing it till midnight before I actually dozed off while reading the book. With each passing chapter in the book, I was fully into it. I was not willing to do anything but just read the book, and find out what happens to Ashley Patterson’s life. Sidney’s writing had the immense power to keep me involved till very last page of the book.

All the above is just a praise of book, let me come back to the point, ever since he has started reading this book, he has started paying attention to me. He calmly listens to every word that I say. Every act I want to do, and cause behind it. He says, “I listen to my heart”. ”Bakwasss”, he just listens to me. Haven’t you all noticed a change in him?

The book gives a light on MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder). MPD is still, a controversial topic among the world’s psychiatrists. Staying in the mega-polis, I have seen people acting weird at times. And as always I pass by with the comment, “he has lost his senses”. After reading this book, it made me feel the pain that one goes through. It gave me feeling of a Caccon (shell) that one develops to protect himself.

Now he got to the point, you see there is pain in each ones life so is in his life. You see the smile on his face, it carries a mask. A mask of which he himself is afraid to take off and face it. Last night I remember he was dreaming of having made the greatest decision of life. When I asked him “Tell Me Your Dream”, he just said, it’s not going to happen. If I let you know it will never happen. It has been so till date. I remember him. He has never finished any good thing he has thought off and told me.

Sidney’s unique way of writing the dark side of oneself has really inspired me to write this post. I think book has made a mark. This is one of those that I will remember for really long time.

See he still didn’t say it, he will remember this book for long time only because, it help him know me (sunny) better. Now that he knows all those inner voices, his gut feelings, his heart felt decisions are mine, he has stopped thinking. He has not even asked me to write this post and introduce me to you all. It’s nice to meet you all. Ah! Before he steals away credit all those beautiful blog posts he has written till date are dreamt by me.

Do write back and let me know, who do you “Tell your dreams”.

Book review, Thoughts, Views dark side, Dreams, Sidney Sheldon, Sunny, Tell me your Dreams

Yes!

What does a kid need?

This question is still there in my mind, since my last visit at school.

We had a PT (Physical Training) session going on in ground, where student were showing all sort of gymnastic acts they knew. There was o learning of new exercises other than marching for the annual day celebration, which was compulsory for the students in the School band.

We went up to classes and saw small kids from Junior/Senior KG (Kids group) having session. The class was quite and attentive. Not like a kid for age group of 4.

Class of kids has to be noisy, at least age group of 5 (What I believe in).

I was in school and we were discussing about what can be done more for the kids in the school. We will be concentrating on Nursery and junior KG standards/grades of my school (School I have studied).

Currently, for nursery/junior KG, in school it takes 3-4 months to make them sit at one place. By the time its Diwali, kids hardly learn to catch a pencil and scribble. The only objective of two activities is to get the required books completed in the school as per curriculum decided by State Board of Education.

Teachers say, “It’s hard to find make kids sit at one place, because they don’t have bonding towards school”. They need to develop motor skills for kids to hold pencil and write and finish there stipulated notebooks.

I and my friends have thought of to volunteer in act of finding and implementing a solution to this issue.

There are two problems in front of us:

1. Making kids bonded to school.
2. Increase motor skills.

We have thought of certain acts but still not sure what will it do?

To make kids come to school and enjoy being at school, we are planning to have a day full of fun activities, small kid’s game, and audio video session for kids showing fun acts. Teaching them acts through visuals or games.

We are also planning to have some origami sessions and class art session which will increase kids motor in terms of gripping and forming structures with clay.

But, we are still out of options?

Please parents of young ones let us know what all could be done, and various other ways to do it. There could be and can be help shape better future for kids.

Please help me know, what does a kid need?

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Hi I am so excited for this one!

I got my first blogger award.   its just close to a year on blogging, and i have been awarded this one. Thanks to “Ashwini (Avada Kedavra) ” for this award.

“One lovely blog”,

is the award that has been awarded.

Thanks! a Ton!

Hope this inspires me to keep writing more.

On this I take out time to list down my most beautiful posts till now:

1. Kiss (Next Move1 & 2)
2. You are my imagination
3. Homecoming Back to School!
4. When heart commits sucide
5. Cost of Smile
6. Einfuehlung!
7. Take a single step at a time
8. Dream comes true after 10 years
9. How Are you connected?
10. Meeting person of your Dreams West v/s East

Keep Visiting . . .

Awards Award, lovely blog, Sunny

I was tagged to complete this – by Avada Kedavra. Thank you for tagging me.

I made an sincere attempt to answer Questions.

 What is your name: Sushant Chaudhary (Sunny i would prefer, while no one else does call me by that name. ther are others as well like sushu, susu, sushi,sush)

 A four Letter Word: Slog (That’s the only thing i do these days)

A boy’s Name: Shlok

A girl’s Name: Sneha (somehow I like this name for some reason)

An occupation: Social Science (Need some good poeple in there)

A colour: Spring green “#00FF7F” (one of my favourite colors)

Something you wear: Scropio (I wear a locket which has little scorpio in pendal. Help me control myself.)

A food: Shrimp (only favorits thing in nonver starting with S.)

Something found in the bathroom: Shower Gel (Not many good available In here, I always import it.)

A place: Sagar Island, India (I really want to see this place. It is westernmost island of the Ganges-Brahmaputra delta, West Bengal state, northeastern India. It lies at the mouth of the Hugli (Hooghly) River, an arm of which separates it from the mainland to the east. Situated at a point where the Ganges (Ganga) River once met the Bay of Bengal, the island is held to be particularly sacred and is a noted Hindu pilgrimage centre. A three-day bathing festival and large fair are held annually. The island is subject to severe cyclones. It has a lighthouse on the southwestern shore to guide traffic up the Hugli.)

A reason for being late: Slept Late (rarely i get up late!)

Something you shout: Saale

A movie title: Saagar (One of my favourite movie’s)

Something you drink: Scotch (my favourite these days, Chivas Regal on the Rocks)

A musical group: Scorpions (Oldies Rock)

An animal: Swans

A Street name: Santford University Palm Drive!

A type of car: Subaru Impreza WRX STI

A song title: Saagar kinare dil yeh pukare – one of my favourite songs

A verb: Swim (I just love it, nowadays i dont get time, but i dont miss opprotunity at beaches to swim.)

Tagged india, my name, Saagar, Sagar Island, Scorpions, Scotch, shlok, Slog, sneha, Social Science, Spring green, Subaru, Sunny, Sushant, Sushi, Swim, TAG

15^th August 2009, Dombivli.

I was very happy to see my chumps back to school after 11 years. On 29 June 1998 we got our SSC mark sheet and there after I guess many of us never turned back to school.

Me and my friend “V” co-ordinate and made  contact with at least 40 people. It wasn’t just making contact but tracing majority of them. An effort put forth was more than a month to trace 40. We still have many like, 70 odd chumps to be traced. And I think we should be there by year end or so. While just talking we decided to go back to school on Independence Day. And all chipped in.

Even though we wanted, effort was huge, as there very many lazy bumps which were needed to be dragged out of bed early on a holiday. Few were too lazy to respond and commit. Many were/are least bothered about school friends. While some were all set to give surprise by being there, only managing to find themselves at home or in bed in dreams the entire day.

With all the glitches pushed to the back of my mind, I was very much excited, too see my school mates. I have spent my very starting days of my life with them. 7 o clock was time to meet. I was at School gate, and was waiting for at least one to turn up and be there, and then walk together inside school.

School was all set preparing for celebration. Rangoli all over, things were very clean, even though its monsoon. The school band was also in early and was rehearsing the march to the flag and salute to the Tricolor Flag.  I was early to school and so were few others.

People started chipping in, there were bear hugs, high five with each person coming in.

Soon we got to make comments how much one has change. School and class room stories were in full swing. We walked inside school. Playground was first we entered and all were happy to take a swing at kho-kho pole. School had not changed much then what we had seen earlier in our schooling days. We had small garden where we used to have our gardening lessons. We walked in to Auditorium. Place where we used to have various cultural functions. Place where we had our share of appreciation and punishment as well. Now we have our group photo there standing in pride and utmost Joy or being together.

Flag hoisting function took place. All people were standing in line as per their classes. With the Swine flu epidemic, not many kids were making it to school. It helped us to take away pride of class with maximum strength present. By now, we were 25 in number.  After function we went inside to our class rooms, Computer labs. “Dekh dekh ye abhi takh hai!”was the cry all heard, and we found attendance check box at the rightmost corner of the board.

It gave details, of Boys (B), girls (G), present (P), Absent (A) and Total (T). Mean while Tea was served to all of us by school. By this time we had made a visit to canteen from school. Canteen has been closed for years now, but PushpaBai  who used to serve us was still there. Many of us still savor the taste of her delicious Pav Bhaji, Vada pav and Chatni sandwiches.

While all my chumps were busy catching each others life’s and current happenings, I walked into a room, which we never wanted to when we were in school. It was principal’s room. Nothing was scary inside. Except for school principal who was sitting in big fat chair. I saw one of the most respected individual of my entire life. Her statue was in marble, ad was very recently painted.

I miss you I said, bowing taking her blessing.

Back in class room, all were busy making acquaintances. Some really found it hard to identify people. There were many people who had changed in physical appearance; some were not able to recollect names correctly. All this was happening and it was all fun. There was a ring.

 RING! RING! RING!

The bell ranged. We used to spend endless hour waiting for the Bell to ring. That day bell rang hours earlier. Each one noticed bell ring. But no one wanted to get out of class. Security stepped in asking us to move out as school was closing. With heavy feet we had to walk out of school.

Miss you, I said. 

 I shall see you very soon. 

 I made a vow. 

 Now I won’t let you off my sight. 

I kept repeating few lines which I wrote a month back,

We want those days back, 

When only book of nursery rhymes in the sack, 

With charts and games on the racks, 

Only singing ba ba sheep black, 

I want to miss those days’ of beating drums,  

When PT was only done for fun, 

Days when boys were always on the run, 

When flirting, the girl’s thing was only done. 

Guy for a girl, girl for a guy,  

Only logic we could apply, 

Making us learn the teachers try, 

Time just went on the fly. 

With marks on the sheet out we go,  

God only knows when we are goanna show, 

Some made a fortune, some were low, 

Name is KIDLAND to which we are going to Bow! 

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