YOUR CHOICE DEFINES YOUR DESTINY

It may sound like a funky t-shirt quote,but trust me guys,it really works for everyone.Now take my

friend's story as for an example,he once had a girl,and on her birthday,he wanted to gift her with a

poetry book,most probably by Sunil Ganguly.He planned a lot coz it was a surprise gift,he bought the

book the day before,and ultimately,when the girl unwrapped her gift,expecting something more

giftworthy,a jewellery or a make up junk may be,was totally heartbroken.The facial expression of the

girl was so self-explanatory that my poor buddy got the messege loud and clear in moments.And that

was just the beginning of a totally screwed up birthday party which ended with a literally expensive

compensation,another gift of course and no sex thereafter.So fellow sufferers,be more informed next

time.
So what I was actually trying to say is,our emotions and in most of the cases our lack of knowledge

or experience,force us very easily to take the wrong path.After walking miles on the way when we get

stuck,then and only then we can really get the proper view,that we are left with no choice other than

blaming ourselves and behave as a total sucker.What,it sounded rude??Truth always has these special

sound effects,sweety!
I in my late adolecsent periods of life got the best,or you may say the worst of it,no wrong again

.....it wasn't a girl,it was much more pathetic.
It was an evening,i don't really remember the date,probably in the month of March and I was returning

home with my family from a picnic.My heart was pumping loads,and brain was eagerly waiting to be

blown out of my skull....I was coming very close to the definition of insanity,it was the day on which my

Joint entrance results were out.when we reached home,I rushed to the desktop,opened the site,saw

that i got commendable ranks in both medical and engineering,jumped liked Carl Lewis,and broke my

little toe of my left foot.Oh! what a sweet agony that was.......Despite of many reasons,economic or

prospective as they were,my folks wanted me to take the BIG decision.Unlike other parents,mine were

very cool with me from the begining,they were never nosy,and were quite efficient in accepting

things.Basically i was left with a huge dillema.The D-day of counselling came,I had already lost two or

three killos just in the thinking process.I was in between two ways of glory,one showed every possibility

to earn immense respect and lots of hours on the desk with a little chance of making good money,on the

other way there was little self esteem but every possibility to earn loads with a green card as a

topping.Ya right,I chose the first one,decoded-the medical proffesion,coz to be an engineer you have

to go through maths in which i was nuts.
Now,with an MBBS in the kitty,when I look forward I see hours of study without any pay can only

help me to get a POST GRAD,an existance to be more specific,and when I look back,I see myself

nailing the coffin of my happiness,forbidding myself from the bachelor booze parties which my engineer

friends sincerely enjoy each weekend,without a fail.
So friends and co-loosers,it really matters which way you choose.Because,sometimes our own destiny

is written by us,for a change.

If u call it a poetry

BIJMONTRO

Ghum bhenge uthei mone holo,
onek shopno baki........
ghum bhenge uthe mone holo,aj khun korte hobe,
arai pancher fande pore amar shopno katrabe,tar kosh beye nambe
amar rokto......
ki bhabchho?
tomar shopner o to shorir kharap,
take ar kano faltu pushe rakha?

akta chhele ghumer modhye,
ektu mrityu mishie khachhe.....
akta meye botgachhtar dale-
jhulie dilo nijer joubon,
akta buro gune nichhe-tar pocketer kota poroshpathor,
stonechip hoe gachhe......

shopner mohamari... lagbe kal theke,
tar age sobai shikhchhe
aposher bijmontro......
aposher bijmontro......