History greeted us as soon as we stepped on the town of Murshidabad—the land that holds Bengal’s greatest pride as well as its saddest past. The last capital of Bengal before British rule, Murshidabad stores many hidden stories of love, friendship, loyalty, patriotism and betrayal.
For starters, you can increase the font size and read a book with lights out, hidden inside a blanket, without a torch-light. Also, you can easily bookmark a particular page or highlight your favourite quote without the fear of destroying the sacredness of the book. Plus, you can buy them anytime, without worrying whether or not they go out of stock.
The child in me always believed that somewhere somehow all the living entities in this universe are assisting each other to find their true purpose. This invisible inter-relation of entities is beyond past, present, and future.
The constant dedication that is required from them to produce something wonderful from their craftsmanship – something so beautiful that even the artist stands in awe of what they have created – is like an addiction. The euphoria of their success stays with them for ages as their work remains with them as a constant reminder of the heights they have reached.
This world has two types of people, one who rule it and the one who serves. It’s not necessary that the one who rules are CEOs, and the one who serves are employees, but the difference lies in the way they see life. The trap lies in never-ending desire, goal, and ambition. These are the things that are responsible for unhappiness among most of us.
I was in high school when I first laid my hands on the first book of the series. I was a little hesitant to read this book. For starters, the book had a narrative of a twelve-year-old boy who suffered from ADHD and was a Greek demigod of all things! I decided we had nothing in common at all.
I think of ways to pacify this discomfort in my head. A new movie? Some new skills, perhaps. A spot of dancing would help me. But then again, this feeling will come back. I know it. I know it because all the teachings of the spiritual masters that I have followed, come back to me. I read it before, but now I begin to truly understand. The cage I am in, is my mind.