Songs of my Heart !

I was five years old when China Pakistan war broke out.An incident that ensued during that period still haunt me even after 50 years !! My father was an employee in Rourkela Steel Plant and we used to live in the Steel Plant quarters.I was born in Rourkela and from the time I was born ,we stayed in the house which was right opposite to a beautiful park where I used to spend most of my time eventually.I remember my elder sister holding my hands with her tender hands as we had hardly 5 years difference ,entering the Park with utmost care and concern for my safety.She used to make us play in the Park and she used to guard us.Us include me and three more kids from my family.Two of them being elder and one being younger to me.It was a marvelous  experiences that we had in our childhood.We never need to wait for someone to come to commence our game.We were sufficient to play any game.It was just a close knit family. My father used to leave home as per the shifts he had to attend.He us...

Another gloomy Day,I thought to myself. I was extremely sad that day.I kept on cursing my fate for nothing positive happening in my life. I tried to be calm and started thinking of every day that i had spent my life for the last 45 years. is there a single day that I could think of rejoicing? No not a single day. The time I was born I was branded as unlucky fellow who took away the life of my mother. As I grew up and attained the age of 10 ,I lost my father.Though I have little property bequeathed from my ancestors and couple of relatives who took care of me when I was in need.Nothing very great has happened.  Like many children I attended the schools remained  un -noticed for all through the school and college ,I could not make any friends.Some how no one liked me rather I did not like anyone. though couple of beautiful girls tried luring me  have never cared for them.In short I was called Uncle Scrooze in Christmas Carols written by Charles Dickens.I never cared.My 4...