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(Photo : Google pics) T he above image and the header of the article must have given you an insight of what the article is about.....Yes, it is about the most terrifying horror experience that all of us have experienced at some of the other points of our lives...Exam fear...and all the accompanying stressful psychological disorders like anxiety depressions and physical ailments like nausea vomiting headache.               But have we ever thought that what is it that we fear...is it exams? The answer is ..NO...we do not fear exams...we fear the embarrassment and unfavourable conditions that we would have to face if we perform poorly in examinations.....This has actually made us think many times that it would be better if there were no examinations....but that is an improbable idea perhaps..because any learning procedure whether it is academic or not essentially requires some assessment procedure to know how far we have learnt the skill....so exam is a must..but what we need to

( Photo :  Google pics) Just like any other day, this day will pass, Like every day, the sun will dissolve in the sea, With every blooming bud, the older one withers away, Though the blooming, it still remains. The fog in the air beholds some mystery, Some mystery, we all try to run away from, We run so as to never face those stories, Those stories that unfold some storm. ~ Sanchari Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

(Photo :  Google pics) Hello   everyone, My name is Reema Dhere, a student of AMC college in Bangalore. I am here in this blog with you all to share my things and my feelings.              After my class 12th, I have to decide my carrier.  I was 17 years old then.  I told my dad I want to go to Bangalore for engineering. At first, he said that its too far and so he didn't allow me. But after a few days, he gave me permission to go Bangalore for my higher studies. I was happy.              Still, I remember that day when the train was leaving the platform I saw my dad's face. I don't know what happened to him. His face was so dull. In my whole journey, I was thinking about him.              At last, I reached Bangalore. I went to my cousin sister's home. The next day, I went to my pg and met the pg owner. I kept my bags in someone's room and went to college with my sister.            She asked a lady, "Where are first-year classes?&

(Photo :  Google pics) সেই যে গোলাপ টা দিয়ে ছিলিস না? আজও রাখা আছে জানিস? হয়তো ছিড়ে গেছে পাপড়ির ডানা, তবুও যত্নে রেখেছি,  সত্যি বলছি,মানিস। না না! যতটা যত্নে তুই আমায় রেখে ছিলিস,  ততটা যত্নে নেই রে ওটা তবে ভালোই আছে,  হয়তো বা এক ফোটা। ছিড়ে যাওয়া পাপড়ি গুলো জোড়া লাগতে চাইনা আর বোধয় খুব রেগে আছে, আবার হয়তো বা অভিমান। আজকাল আর পাখার হাওয়ায় উড়ে যেতে চাইনা,  Diary টা যে কি মায়া করেছে,  যেন একই রকম ছোঁয়া আর কোথাও পায়না! কিন্তু মাঝরাতে যখন ঘুম ভেঙে যাই, কি যেন ফিস-ফিস করে বলে, হয়তো তুই হারিয়ে গেছিস, সেটা ভেবে সারারাত কেঁদেই চলে! সেই যে গোলাপ টা দিয়ে ছিলিস না? আজও রাখা আছে জানিস? হয়তো লাল রং টা ফুরিয়ে গেছে, তাই আর মাখতে দেখিনা যদি কখনো এদিক দিয়ে পেরিয়ে যাস, মনে করে ওদের জন্য লাল রং টা আরেকটু আনিস! ~ Rupsaa Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

I t was two in the afternoon. It was lunchtime. With rolled up sleeves and messed hair Vivek asked for a coffee. It was the 3rd time in the month..when he had to struggle to meet his deadlines.  For the last few days, he had been working for 16 hours in a row. His head ached..his eyes were red..he was dead tired. He went out for a walk. He could see some old men.. walking with the help of their crutches. They grabbed the metal stick in such a way as if it was the only twig they could hold on to..in a flood. As he heard them talk..he could hear one of them say "you know...my LIC just matured..and my house loan is finally cleared" ..and the other replied "but ..what would you do with all the money now?..with a painful laugh..he continued..all of it. Will Go into the medicines.. right?..after all, no matter how much our children earn..it's always deficient while spending on us".Vivek smiled..and continued to walk! Then he could see a school gate...the kids wer

(Photo :  Google pics) I mmanuel Kent is of the opinion that "Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life." Anton Chekhov opined "Knowledge is of no value unless you put it into practice." Thus, knowing what is attained or achieved should be used in a meaningful way. Books are not the only way of enriching our knowledge. Even experience also plays an important role behind increasing the power of knowledge as mentioned in the proverb 'Knowledge is power.' According to Albert Einstein "Wisdom is not a product of schooling but of the lifelong attempt to acquire it. " Knowledge and wisdom are related to each other. Neither knowledge is related to information nor wisdom to creativeness, rather both are similar if information what is gained is utilized properly by creating something valuable and useful. Since our childhood, our parents, teachers and elders have taught us that knowledge comes by studying books. In f

( Photo:  Google pics) When things were going through certain ways, I kept myself fearless at all phase. People talked about there happy shots, I held beneath all my suppressed thoughts. Keeping calm at all wars, Thinking someday I will break all the bars. Being known that someday it will get stabled, Where come across everything will be enabled. Everything thus has a story behind, It depends on the narrator to be kind. You would find nothing sensitive, If you grow around being suspective. The world could never hear all good, It can make troubles to hurdle your food. Our thoughts are just a journey to our job, Where you could find many to get it robb. My Superman is a blessing from the almighty, I want him to be young and strong till infinity. But the bravery of truth that he has taught, I have come along too far by my suppressed thoughts.                                                                     ~ Kirti Previo

(Photo :  Google pics) আত্মহারা হয়ে চাই না দূরে যেতে,  পথ বড় নির্জন। এখন'ও তো সময় আছে , কালো আকাশের দিকে চেয়ে দেখি,  আর ভাবি.... একদিন ভাবতাম ওরকম ,  তখন নিষ্প্রভ আলোর দল । জ্বলতে জ্বলতে নিভে যায়। বেঁচে থাকে আসক্ত হৃদয়ের মৃত চাই। আমার কি কোনোদিন মাথা তুলে দাঁড়াব না,? পদতলে থাকবো ? না ...না....না।।। আহ্নীক গতি যখন , বেঁচে আছে । আমরাও বাঁচবো... পৃথিবীর প্রতিটি আবর্তনে , প্রতিফলিত হবো অতীত -ভবিষ্যতের দর্পনে। ~   Gourab Mistri Previous Article : Injured Feeling Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/?hl=en Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

(Photo :  Google pics) Dear, Do you remember the nights? The night when our arresting eyes first met and we were lost in elegance? The night when you laid your head on my bosom and counted my fragile heartbeats? The night when I peeled my soul to you bit by bit till you knew all of me. The night when you held my hand and promised me a “forever”? The night when our bodies melted in each other’s arms and we were drowned in passion? The night when I left all my tears on your skin each one worth more than a prayer? The night when you walked away from me and never looked back? Dear, Did you ever know how much the fading sound of your footsteps walking away from me tore me apart? Did you ever know the fire and enigma I possess between the quiet spaces of my ribs? Did you ever know how much I loved you? Perhaps you don’t. Perhaps you never wanted to know. Perhaps you never meant you're beautiful forever. Perhaps you took me just like any other leisure of yours. Pe

(Photo:  Google pics) I t was a hot sunny day in the month of April. A grey BMW suddenly stopped in front of an old school. A man stepped out perfectly dressed in a suit. He lit up a cigarette and exhaled the smoke in disgust. The toxic smoke curled up and at last, was consumed by Mother Nature. He was observing the process for quite a long time and suddenly a series of memories flashed back and front in his mind.                He remembered those golden days of his childhood, especially those days in school, how much he cried the moment his mother left him for the first time in school. He looked around and saw hundred more crying faces like him until someone held his hand with a smiling face, and from that moment he knew that boy is unique among others. He was Rohan Verma. He remembered, how they become best buddies in school until five and suddenly with the passage of time, everything changed. Rohan was much of an optimist. He loved everything, remained cheerful all the time,

(Photo :  Google pics) A question which can be defined by ways unknown, yet an answer which is undefined.                 If asked I would always tell that love is an elixir, only the lucky ones get it in their lifetime, or maybe everyone is lucky to be loved just unlucky to realise it!             I always believe that love is all about having a relationship where you need to sacrifice a lot of urself to be able to be one with your partner. Maybe forgiving him time and often for his repeated mistakes or ignoring them altogether. But time and again, I have been proved wrong. But this had never stopped me from taking another giant leap of faith.            Love is everywhere around you, in your parents and your friends. Love can't be just one person. So take time to love and be loved, for there is time for everything. ~ Atraye De Previous Article : BUSTING THE MYTH Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ I