abhidipta mallik
Stories (20/0)
Student's success is teacher's success
Last year around this time I was so lugubrious. I received the news that Kealy Bannon took up English Literature as her major in college. Kealy was the best of the batch. She was the eighth student of mine to take up a non-STEM (Science Technology Engineering Mathematics) major. I have nothing against humanities. In fact, reading fiction is one of my favorite pastimes. I am also part of the poetry club of our locality. My major issue here was that I would not have a contribution to the higher education and career of these students. Who am I? I am a robotics and technology teacher. I teach New York Public School students robotics and technology.
By abhidipta mallik3 years ago in Motivation
Train journey changed life's journey
Mr. Stanley Anderson and Mrs. Christiana Amber Anderson were seated on a pair of seats facing two other seats in groups of four-seat on the Amtrak train from Philadelphia to Boston. It was a 6-hour long undemanding journey. Stanley was one of the most softspoken people. He adapted this slow pace and low octave speech to counter his childhood stuttering habit. His façon de parler had a direct effect on his personality which in turn affected his phraseology. He looked decent wearing a full iron shirt of light blue shade. His hair was perfectly combed with not a single strain of hair out of place. This has become his persistent look for the last ten years. He believed in simple living and high thinking. Unadorned simplicity attracted him the most. He was extremely tidy. Few people label his attitude as an OCD case. He was overly affectionate and caring towards his wife Christiana. He pampered his wife. " Do you want to eat something?" Stanley said in a voice that only his wife could hear. This was the third time he asked her in two hours. His wife replied "No" in a resentful tone. His over-caring nature annoyed her. She found the simple nature of her husband utterly boring. Many times she rebuked her husband for his disposition.
By abhidipta mallik3 years ago in Fiction
Mom's the word
14th May 2017 "Why isn't this stupid robot working?" Ben Tudor screamed. An unprecedented adrenaline rush seamlessly melded with the spine-tingling, shocking intensity made way through Ben's veins and arteries. Natalia his teammate said firmly, "Calm down Ben, Let's debug" Fastidiously they looked for faults in the circuit. They had less than thirty seconds. "The gas detecting sensor is not receiving power. See the red LED light is turned on.", pointed out Natalie as both desperately tried to unearth the cause of malfunction in their robot. "Oh! no, the sub-wire is disconnected", Ben was dejected. They cannot afford such errors at this crucial time. Natalia spontaneously connected the wire and the green LED light near the gas detecting sensor got turned on. Within 10 seconds the robot started to function. After one hour there was this announcement "The winner of this year's robotics competition is Nathalia Josef and Ben Tudor. The winners started screaming and jumping, their hearts thumping. It was late evening when Ben returned home. He took his trophy to the balcony, looked up at the sky. "Mom this is for you" He pointed the trophy at the sky -eyes fixed at a particular star, tears rolling.
By abhidipta mallik3 years ago in Fiction
The Bullying bull
On a fine Sunday afternoon, two months ago, Charles Roseland was relaxing on his majestic bed. The bed was handcrafted to accommodate 7000 calico-pocketed springs for consummate weight distribution and the mattress consisted of a luxurious blend of cashmere, mohair, British fleece wool, and lambswool. His eyes were directed towards the jumbo floor-to-ceiling windows, but he was not staring at the New York skyline view. Instead, he was reminiscing his childhood days. His memory time machine took him 80 years back. His childhood was spent in a rural area in Minnesota. They used to live on farmland, farming being the family’s main occupation. Charles Roseland’s father sold some property which provided him the capital to start an import and export business. The gradually gaining pace of business impelled him to travel to other states. He used to have extended stays in other states for business. Finally relocated his family to the business capital of the world New York to sow the seeds of the business empire that Charles and his next-generation built. He remembered those old days when he used to live in a wooden house in a small village, now, he owns a mansion. His family’s vintage car used to be a BULLock cart. He loved to roam around the muddy roads of the village on the bullock cart. Now he is the proud owner of many exquisite cars including BMW. His life has been a rollercoaster ride from bullock cart to BMW. But all that glittered was not gold, he was having sleepless nights in the luxurious bed as trouble brewed in his paradise.
By abhidipta mallik3 years ago in Fiction
Marigold
June 14, 2012, Kolkata, India Sutopa just got back from the nursing home. Her face was overburdened with reactions - crestfallen, etiolated, petrified, qualmish, and stupefied. It was 1 p. m. She thought of informing her husband, who was at work, but she hesitated. Over the last few weeks, she was feeling torpid and looking wan. As advised by many she went to visit the doctor. Dr. Nag was reputed and it took three weeks to get the appointment. Even though the doctor was good at his craft, he directed her to carry out several tests from blood to Colonoscopy. Today her MRI test report was to be delivered and she went to the nursing home to collect it. Sutapa was a devoted homemaker. Even with such weakness, she performed all her duties, obedient to habit. The last few days have been hectic for her because of the medical tests. That could not hinder her dedication though she could not stick to her routine with the kind of precision she has been categorically associated with.
By abhidipta mallik3 years ago in Fiction
Business of shark
Business of shark Jonathan Roderick, based in California is one of the most successful young entrepreneurs of this generation. Jonathan Roderick had two major phobias galeophobia – fear of sharks and aquaphobia – fear of water. He used to have nightmares before taking flight. But he was not afraid of flying, landing or take off or crash per se. He was so horror-struck thinking of the scenarios where the plane had to land on the Ocean that he was comfortable with a crash on land.
By abhidipta mallik3 years ago in Fiction
Fighting depression
The year was 2006 and I was in grade seven. I was a passionate Sports person and sports was my life. I used to devote huge portion of my life to active sports. Then sports career came crashing down when I met with an accident. I had to quit sports completely. It was one of the most frustrating times. I needed a hobby desperately. My elder sister was in art crafts. I hated my sister and I hated arts and crafts. Frustration compelled me to take my sister's brush and I gradually developed a liking for arts and crafts. I wasn't so bad considering that I just started drawing.
By abhidipta mallik3 years ago in Humans
Brown package conundrum
“Senator so and so receives something something explosive packages….” Joana glancing with half-open eyes through the headlines on the news feed on her smartphone laying on the bed. The morning’s alarm has started her body’s ignition. It would take fifteen more minutes to gain the momentum to leave the bed. As Joana was brushing her teeth while rubbing her left eye, Amber alert vibration mentioned the presence of a terror suspect in the locality. She was as pleased as Punch with the whiteness of her teeth. She heard some fading footsteps at the door, opened it, and discovered a package wrapped in brown paper. She extended her hand to pick it up but instantly flinched back. The two pieces of information entrapped in her subconscious mind triggered this involuntary recoil response. She was not expecting any package. She went inside picked up the phone to check if her mother expecting anything. The door was left partially agape. Split seconds later, her mother Mrs. William returned from the morning walk with her dog Max. Her dog sniffed the package, barked once, and swerved to the other side digressing from his idiosyncrasy of prying into any never-before-seen object. “What is this packet?” She picked it up, it smelled horrible without even bringing it close to her nose. Miss Barbara lived next door alone. She was an eavesdropping neighbor and never missed an opportunity to intrude in the Williams family's lives. She was within her boundary wall and said “Good morning Mrs. Willaim. Why do you make the nauseous face? What is that parcel” “Do not know it is pungent.” Mrs. William responded with a bitter expression.” “ Let me see. I do not smell anything.” She bought close to her nose. “not even now, but I can hear something ticking.” She placed it near her ear “definitely some analog clock” A sound she heard after almost ten years. Joana saw and heard this from her room through the partially open door and rushed to the door. “Throw it outside the boundary wall. It has bomb. Just throw it. “ Panicked. Threw it. Clinched. All in one second. There was no explosion, they stood stiff with hands on their ears. The eerie silence was broken. “I am calling 911” Joana was active. After two minutes on the phone “They are sending the bomb squad. Wait. How did the package become green? I remember the package was brown.” Nobody responded. They went inside and within minutes the bomb squad arrived. One officer and one junior officer both half-dressed as bomb squad specialists. The package was not there. “Where did it go? “ All three ladies screamed simultaneously. “Check the camera.” The officer was quick with the response. The computer screen showed some youth stealing the package. “You cannot call it stealing. The package was on the road,” said Mrs. William who was genuinely courteous. Using face recognition the state police data analysis department was able to identify the youth and within minutes they had the address of Neil Dantam. The officers and the ladies hurried to that address which was just three blocks away.
By abhidipta mallik3 years ago in Wander