Birds of the same feather flock together—goes
the saying. This adage holds true in connection with man's living habit in most
of the cases. But the neighborhood of mine, at least, is an exception. I live
in the midst of a variety of peoples arriving from various cultures and social
classes. To begin with, my father is a government official, having a mediocre
financial ability. Next to our door lives a family most of the members of which
are artist. The family behind our home is well-known as a political family.
Again, the family living on the left side of our house is a well-to-do business
family, On the right, however, lives a writer. Amidst all of them we are happy
indeed. We are on good social terms with almost all of them. Often we meet
together in social functions and family ceremonies. The co-existence of such a
variety of cultures and social strata, however, has helped our family, if not
others, grow up in a malleable way, viable in and adaptable to different
situations. Now I believe I am a product of my neighborhood.
Man is a social being.
He lives in a society where he has to interact with other people. The notion of
society is so much instilled in human mind that people behave as if they were
in a society even when they are grouped in a company or any other institutions.
A college common room is an
outcome of man's such social instinct. My college
common room is, as it were, a full-fledged society within the campus. It has
some chairs and tables, table .tennis instruments, carom boards, and other
essential things. Recently a television set has been bought. There are
facilities for all famous dailies and weeklies. Sometimes we play, sometimes we
gossip, sometimes we enjoy newspapers or magazines or the TV. In a word, as
long as we are in the common room, we feel relaxed and happy. Fortunately,
however, any political
discussion is prohibited in our common room, which,
undoubtedly, ensures a peaceful environment and a friendly atmosphere, in the
common room.
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