Easy Way To Integral Calculus

  Don’t mind. Let’s see what happened in the conversation………..

  “Okay papa. I will try my best.”

  “You don’t have to try, but have to try more and more.”

  “Sure papa.”

  “At last, my father agreed.”

  “Neelon, you have strong mind but truly speaking, I always avoid such risk,” Mr.Pintu said to Neelon.

  “See big brother, life itself a risk. You can’t say about tomorrow.”

  “So, did you get any information regarding Aviation Technology?”

  “How Mr. Pintu? No Internet and mobile services was there. You can’t go through only some local newspapers. Internet is very much essential to collect such information.”

  “But I worked more and more and appeared for the engineering entrance examination and ultimately God saved me and was selected for an engineering college and choose electrical engineering and was partially happy with that department.”

  “It was a good success,” Rishabh said to Neelon.

  “Thank you dear.”

  “You know?”

  “What?” Mr. Pintu asked to Neelon.

  “I saw Priti one more time during one of our religious festival. She was standing very close to me. I didn’t even realize. I was being squeezed by my shy manners. She was with her Parents.”

  “Wow!”

  “Did you talk to her?” Mr.Pintu asked to Neelon.

  “No.”

  “You are too bore.”

  “Neelon, you are so funny. You should leave some words to her.” Rishabh said to Neelon.

  “I am a shy and a rigid fellow. Except my cousins, I didn’t remember whether I ever talk to a girl or not. I didn’t even talk whenever needed.” Neelon replied.

  “No Neelon. You are not. You are always bore.”

  “Trust me Rishabh. I afraid girls, but I like their simplicity.”

  “Make it clear Neelon?” Mr. Pintu requested to Neelon.

  “There is nothing to say,” Neelon replied.

  “But, there was a boy, who liked Priti very much. She was very pretty, but I had no any soft corner to her. I knew that boy well and that’s why, when she was standing beside me, I stepped my legs behind and hid myself.”

  “You are mad or what?” Rishabh said to Neelon.

  “Dear Rishabh, do you think I am your enemy?”

  “He he he he………………………” Rishabh smiled.

  “What happen Hero? Say something. Do have you any girl friend?”

  It was my turn to answer.

  “Oh God! Mr.Pintu……………..………………..”

  I had a tied fun with Mr. Pintu.

  “He he…………………………”

  “Dear Rishabh, I am absolutely not a mad,” Neelon told to Rishabh.

  “There was a reality behind it.” Neelon said to Mr. Pintu.

  “What was the reality? It is going difficult to understand you.”

  Mr. Pintu replied.

  “You are always welcome to advise we people,” Rishabh said to Neelon.

  “That was too much buttering.”

  “There is a reality behind the word Girl. All girls have a strong determination. They are still maintaining that same strength. I salute their strength and attitudes.” Neelon replied.

  “How can you say, they are strong?” Rishabh asked to Neelon.

  “Because an eighteenth years old girl, when she marries someone, she has to maintain a family and the whole family bounded by herself. They get the opportunity to act the role of a mother. They become reserve and very much responsible by all our family burdens and act differently. As a mother or as a bride, they devote themselves for the well being of her family and it is completely different in case of we boys,” Neelon replied to Risahbh.

  “Neelon, you are very interesting.” Rishabh supported.

  “But Neelon, why are you differentiating boys and girls?” Rishabh asked Neelon.

  “Yes Rishabh, it’s very simple.”

  “But Rishabh, I am here not to differentiate any girls and boys. But there is always a difference. As a boy, even I am supporting our role.

  We boys are so rigid like stone but we are softer more than a quiet lake. Boys are tough from outside but boys have a specialty. Boys can easily lay down themselves especially on some circumstances. For well being of others, boys can sacrifice their smiles even.”

  “So, at last, you supported boys.”

  “Am I a girl?”

  “He he he he………………………………………”

  “Let me finish first…. let me say something today…don’t be restless.”

  “At the age of 19 or 20 or…girls marry someone and it mostly happens at our small villages. Sometime, it may be due to illiteracy. Likewise, an eighteenth or nineteenth years old boy bear a very immature character (at such ages). At such ages, boys try to taste all the fruits of our life. At such ages, we boys laugh; cheers, very demanding and sometime we act as a newborn baby. But our maturity become mature when we just cross the age of 22, 23.

  Then we try to achieve all the good things of a life and start thinking about our future. So, you cannot say, at such ages we boys achieve a stabilized life. But at such ages, a girl can able to stabilize her well and become mentally matured and a married girl, at such ages, she has to faced many troubles and act themselves like above forty years women maturity. None w people can deny that they are not doing so. Truly speaking, it is simply the universal truth.”

  “May I compliment you about your good thought and a good respect to all women,” Mr. Pintu said to Rishabh.

  “Neelon, you a fully matured boy,” Rishabh commented.

  “Yes brother, they are right enough.” me even supported. At least, I had to learn something.

  “But dears, my mind stopped working when I think about priti. She should at least give her contact number.”

  “Did you contact to Priti any more?” Mr. Pintu asked to Neelon again.

  “Yes, but……………………..” Neelon replied.

  “What?” Rishabh asked to Neelon.

  “A feminine voice was there when I made a call. Still I am confused about my conversation. Still it is a mystery, which was that girl whom I talked. She was speaking in Tamil. By god, speaking in Tamil was beyond of my comprehension. I tried several times to contact her but I had no other way to convince my lonely mind, a mind without a soul. And on the other hand, I was thinking about that boy who liked Priti as his soul mate. I didn’t want to disappoint that boy by disclosing everything. Everyone in this cosmos must have some desire ness. I wanted to see everyone happy. It was just a wish from my lonely heart. So, I tried a vacant distant.”

  “Your definition about a woman was very impressive and supportive,” Rishabh agreed.

  “May be. I don’t know.”

  “Although I am a male but still I am supporting a woman. Being a male, I can understand our problems and duties. Sometime, we misunderstand a woman and their duties. Nine months ten days they look after their immature one. At their womb, they look after us more then she. It is the ultimate task of a woman by our almighty. From beggars to rich, all doing the same job. It make us hurt when someone leave a child at a dustbin or near at a temple or a Church or a Mosque. May be they hoping that our almighty can save their children, but god look after them? Everyone has some burdens………my brain does not work, when I think such innocent ones.”

  “Absolutely.” Mr. Pintu supported.

  “I don’t know, I am mad or not. Why I think so such? That is why; I did not allow myself to move with her. I did not want to disappoint that boy. Even my heart was not allowing myself to move with her. But I was happy more than earlier. That was about my first sight,” Neelon expressed.

 

  PART FIVE

 

  PART # FIVE

  Our picnic in jungle was satisfactory. Mr. Pintu often shared their conversations wit
h me. There was a lot of fun at the jungle. That same day night, we had a joint dinner at their place. They had a dream to make one documentary.

  And in the next Sunday, their topic was about our Almighty. I fully enjoyed and as the youngest one, I never argued on their conversations and even to them….

  “I was under a shadow,

  She was saying me to come closer.

  I was taking a cold wind inside myself

  And the wind was so hot.

  Was puzzled on that.

  It was her warm wishes…

  I was asking the hot wind…

  Answer me on my restless thought.

  Was puzzled on her hot blow….

  She still ideal with her closed lips.

  I was at her womb.

  She was by my side and at a distant.

  That distant was filled by some thorns.

  It was tough being cross that distant

  I was asking the wind, how to crosses over it.

  I saw, you are trying yourself well…

  Ohhhh! I am not trying mother

  You yourself are trying to pull up your child.

  No one was there to irritate my lonely heart.

  Mother, I am going empty by you.

  I feel too cold when you stand

  by my side.

  It is me who can realize the cold

  And it was me, who can realize his loneliness.

  My days becoming a month, month becoming a year

  And year, becoming an era.

  I searched you everywhere

  In that deserted place.

  Sand was being very tough to walk.

  I got some mirages there.

  It was me, who respected your presence,

  It was me and my soul, who searched you for a longer time.

  It seemed, the place filled by deserts only.

  Was feeling very alone without you.

  Missing my lonely heart.

  I was becoming very restless.

  Was a good way to realize a real life?

  And was the best way to survive myself alone,

  And was the best way to move alone.

  But have to move on…have to move.”

  “Love, love and love…………………it is too boring,” Mr.Pintu said to Rishabh.

  “Yes Mr.Pintu, sometime it is really very boring,” Rishabh replied to Neelon.

  “But Rishabh, love is not a boring word. The word itself has no definition. Our Almighty has created that typical word and he never stopped loving to us,” Mr. Pintu defined love.

  “Yes Mr. Pintu, you are right,” Rishabh supported.

  “We love God and he is still loving us. He forgives all our mistakes. God is always with his child and with every organism.” Mr. Pintu replied to Rishabh.

  “Do you belief in God?” Rishabh asked to Mr. Pintu.

  “Yes, why not,” Mr. Pintu replied to Rishabh.

  “I did not remember where I read that book. There was a saying that the whole cosmos is working by our Almighty and by him it is working and manifested again and again. It was the real meaning of his existence,” Mr. Pintu defined about God.

  “Yes, God is so kind and omnipotent,” Rishabh, said to Mr. Pintu.

  “Yes, Rishabh, we are working under by his rules and no one can overcome it,” Mr. Pintu replied.

  “He gave us all those sensations to know about all sources.”

  But that time I was busy with a book at their room….

  “He is the symbol of all sources and he is the source of all those sources. All physical objects in this universe have some physical properties. I realized it at our Almighty. No one can act like him,” Mr.Pintu said to Rishabh.

  “It gives us and sensation when our elders bless us. We human beings are very much greedy. Sometime and somewhere we think, we are more powerful and more strengthen than God. By such ideology, we do mistake. We misguide our societies and misguide our innocent lives,” Rishabh replied to Mr. Pintu.

  “That’s great. I am giving you a good grade,” Mr. Pintu fully satisfied.

  “We can just realize his presence and just can realize his powers,”

  Rishabh said to Neelon.

  “Neelon, do you have any opinion about our Almighty? Do you think, there has such an existing power where we can measure all the immeasurable quantities?” Rishabh asked to Neelon.

  “Yes Rishabh. I have no words to explain but I can say that God is undefined and he is everywhere. He is so faster and he is above all sources and all sources are controlling by him,” Neelon replied to Rishabh.

  “Hero, do you have any opinion?” Mr. Pintu pinched me to say something. I did not lose the opportunity to say something about our Almighty.

  “Yes big brother.”

  “See dears, there are some words which you can’t express and give its actual meaning. My tongue does not work whenever someone asks me about why. It has no meaning. A single life is least to answer properly about ‘Why’.”

  It is so mysterious. Except our lord whom we trust more than anyone even sometime unable to answer about the word why. It is very tough to answer when someone mention such words. But I can answer a few when someone asks me about our lord, about Almighty. May be I can’t answer appropriately. But I feel myself happy when I say something about our parents. I can define our parents as the source of all energies. I don’t know how god made them? I tried to act myself like her, like my mother, before my maturity. She acted like lord Shiva. The lord Shiva had taken even poison for well being of we human beings. She also acts like that. For the well being of her children a mother can give up her all smiles and even happiness. They maintain the word forgiveness. And our parents are the best example of that word. Forgiving all our mistakes, they always care and hug us. They just expect our good fortune. They just want to see us very stable and happy. They just eager to see whether our own hands helping ourselves or not to help ourselves well and others.

  And for well being of her child, a mother can leave her status and in our tough time, they can even jump thy self on a fire and help us out. I don’t know who is god? But I can compare our parents with Almighty. We are very lucky that we are still on this earth under their guidance. I can realize their golden tears, which reflect on us.

  Do you think that I am doing wrong? If I am not doing any harmful job then god must at least there to help me out. God created us like himself. He even fought many battles, killed and punished those killers and punishers. I can hope that he will at least help me to get a good position.

  Our parents have no demand. I am not mentioning those who demand more and more and I am saying such words in front of you because I am not even demanding. My mother taught me not to demand. Our parents are the pillars of our happiness. A mother can

  hold a family alone by giving up their lives even. It is called a real good parent, a real god, alive even after death. By me, there is nothing real more than our parents.

  From a lady servant to a lady queen, all are doing the same job. I want to explain you more and more but somewhere someone will think that I just supporting my mom and not my dad. But, truly speaking, we are simply incomplete without them. I am considering repeatedly that our mothers are the best. They may or may not be so much qualified, but they are much more qualified from inside, much more stable and much more understanding like our Almighty.

  They are much more understanding than to realize, they are much more adorable than to care.

  We know, newly born baby need good nourishment. If we consider a beggar’s child, then my lips utter more and more to explain about our mothers.

  We know newborn baby need proper nourishment for their growth. Every mother tries to feed us by a healthy food. An unhealthy beggar woman even tries their best to feed her children properly. That is the ultimate creation of our Almighty. This is the god. You can judge his power through our parents. A mother’s qualities are undefined.

  She can judge.

  She can punish us.
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  She can tough to herself.

  She is never tough to us.

  She is tough for sometime.

  She is tough for we well being.

  It is she outside,

  It is her inside world.

  She melts easily,

  She is very soft.

  She melted more

  When we cry.

  Yes, she is ours,

  She is our goddess,

  Our beloved one.

  Mom, I love you,

  Missing you very much.