Sunday Morning Post

Time. Where art thou?  There never was and never will be time enough for those who have it. Sadly and unfortunately, it shall be the same for those fighting for breath. Time. It is the most powerful source of energy available to man. Yet we run after, what?, some blue coloured dyed liquid used as power source to run transportation. Or busy in harnessing the sun. All this time forgetting that we need to make sure 'time' is harnessed to the optimum as well. The more you harness time, more your life is enriched. It is the most powerful energy source in this world and yet no one defines it as such, you know why? They fear, what will become of them if all of us knew the secret to harness time. Tell you the truth, there is no secret. Either you respect your time or you do not. No amount of ' seven habits of highly effective people ' is going to change that. And those of you who know how to harness time are known to have reached Yogi-land! Centuries old tale never...

My subscriber base is ever increasing, and my new reader asked me to write about the problems teenagers have with their parents. As you know, my ritual is to write a blog on what my newly added reader asks me to write on.  And why not write about something which will take most of you back through time and feel nostalgic?  So I get to relive my early teenage years - those weekends spending an entire day on the cricket field, eucalyptus trees coming to our rescue in the summer - playing in the school grounds, (yeah, St. Lawrence probably has the biggest and best school grounds in Kolkata) during the break, bare feet, classes became a fighting ground over who is the best - Ronaldo or Messi (Well, we had that in first year of college too!), or if Manchester United can win the premier league or not, social media fights against South Point and National High (they were tough to beat) when we were playing CAB tournaments U-16, U-14. For me and probably most of us, we wer...