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Holi from my childhood days are something i envy today, needless to mention there are a line up of many miore such days.

On this day then i used to wake up early in the morning and hunted out that old and withered frilled white frock. Morning was about gulping some interesting breakfast. Soon after, i used to run down to the "laal-bari" to join my cousins for the occassion. All gathered with our choice of colors, splashes of colors on the frock, all merry and tireless, the morning went in a jiffy. Evenings were equally interesting with parents joining the gang with "abir". Abir smelt air and the evening sky colored looked brighter with the brightest of colors.

Years went by and the days changed, went to Hazaribagh.  Celebration was equally exciting but lacked the grandeur. Absence of 9 cousins to play Holi with, the number came down to 1, and i still remember something from those days. A mean gesture rather. Amidst examinations, I was sitting sad. He came up with his palms painted in green and smeared the color on my face from behind, pissed, i didnt enjoy it. I went crazy and  screamed at him, went and washed my face rite away...i still regret that behaviour of mine. With an opportunity anytime in future, i would take it all in mirth. Promise :)

Then days were brighter and the boundaries opened beyond the gathering of 9 cousins. I was a hosteller at the Banaras Hindhu University. Hundreds of girls of more or less the same age..but that's the age where people are serious about their being seniors and juniors than any other thing under the sun, but Holi was one leveler. On this day there were no restrictions and orders took a back seat. The water reservoir under the fountain was filled with water and the color of the water changed in seconds, after playing colors for hours, amidst the examination months, we were treated with special lunch. It was fun..Undoubtedly

Years older. Jadavpur University. Not much to be said, but colors were played more on the day before the occassion than on the day.

Since then, only a year or two, i celebrated Holi, but honestly not as heartily. Sometime later, it was on Holi, i.went to a friend's place, while returning a girl on the road sprayed color on me, i was more than happy, i was reminded of my frilled frocks.

Then, Days started shedding off colors. Nevertheless, with all fun and memories, this day brings in a sign of hope, a dream of coloring the world in our own bright way.

HAPPY HOLI.. :)

Tee hee hee :)

Ok..this will be a morale boosting post...you know what..i have been awarded for all the crap i write here. Who else on earth can be as sweet as the blogger friends.

We fellow bloggers do not know each other, we have never seen each other, but we kind of get a picture of the FBs through the posts. We get to know where they live, what they do, apparently what disposition the person has, their knacks and interests, their dislikes and irritation, their highs and lows and a few more interesting facts.

At times we eagerly wait for someone's comment and at times for someone's post... a beautiful relationship we have developed... and sweet expectations which are more often than not, met.

So this sweet lady, Smita has passed this award on to me and i am more than happy for this is my first award ever here on the blogosphere.

P.S.: Having said that i want to know how do i keep it up on the side bar of the blog template..no, please dnt tell me the way, the indiblogger people describe it..i dnt understand it, really....can anyone please help me? and i know the answer..there will be many to give a patient hearing to my dumb questions..and this is why i call this a lovely relationship.

O.K, for once in my life i have been serious while talking about friends, so please do not take it otherwise...i LUWWWW you all....

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What goes around comes around

Disclaimer: This is a long long post

Circa 2000

Location: Varanasi

Setting: In a room, some 4-5 girls giggling, talking non-sense and trying to make the most of a hot sunday afternoon

Status:Hosteler/student

Roommate(RM)(opens the door with a bang and screams in): My boyfriend is coming...yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Me: ohh..who?

RM: (Silence) Gives me a look.

Me: no, i mean...which one?

RM: A dirtier look (The rest: falls apart laughing)

Me: No i mean...

RM: ....Can you please try to understand and then speak?

Me: yeah.... i'm trying to....

RM: (snaps in) My BOYFRIEND is coming from Hyderabad

Me: ohh..you have big connections..!!

RM: ohh..yes man, i worked (read: gave in a lot of effort) on it...he studies in Hyderabad and visits his parents in Dubai and will be going for his Masters in the US of A and is coming to visit his girlfriend in Varanasi. (the last part of the sentence goes with an elan)

Me: ohh woow...Globe trotter

RM: well, girls(Addresses to all in the room), i need your help...i need the best Sari, need to wear the best make-up and i need to look "GORGEOUS"...you understand??

(Turns to me), Can you please lend me that white sari with golden zari and motifs all over???

Me: (Zapped..no idea of what this storm has struck)..ohh..yeah..definitely (someone rightly said: Charity begins at home)

RM: and i think your blouse will fit me fine.

One of the rest: if not, you can stitch it in...(yaa..she has to make this point clear that my RM has got the best figure...ohh yes these are the words most needed to boost one's confidence and morale at such *fate-changing* situation)

RM to the rest: and i need to check your make-up box for the right shade of lipstick

Me: but why so much...i mean you can be in your t-shirt and jeans, rite!!

RM: Can you please keep shut and stop giving your expert comments???? and yes ..you will help me with wearing the Saree.

ME: *that will sure be an event*..oohh..yess...

The Day:

RM woke up at some 5-5.30 am, me still snoring, she wakes me up with a direct hit on my bum..me with half opened/half closed eyes, seeing her bathed so early scared the hell out of me..

Me: Good morning, y did u take a bath so early? you will catch cold.

RM: stop the shit and help me, now get up, dn't be so lazy...the train is running on time

Me: ohh yes..while wrapping the saree (not getting an iota of "What is this Happening!!!!"..I need to change my room..my roommate has taken a bath before 6 am...)

Finally, after 30 good minutes..she is ready, she is wearing a saree, matched accessories, the right shade of lipstick and yes she is looking beautiful..err.."GORGEOUS"

RM: How am i looking?

Me: yeaah..Beautiful..i mean damn beautiful...he wont get much chance to appreciate the Holy Ganges and the Ghats.

RM:..hmm...anyways...will beback by 7 p.m.

Me (thinking):*12 hrs...wnt u get bored?!*( but then at times you need to keep your thoughts as thoughts and should not speak out...good..i am learning things.)

off to sleep, wake up at 1..room empty..obviously missed the breakfast..good that i woke up now..its lunch time and i won't die hungry.

1800hrs: All "loosers" (read: people without boyfriends) sitting by the fountain, gossiping, munching,bitching.

1900hrs: Almost dark and i scream...hey..who is that beautiful lady at the gate..cant b anyone's mother..looks too hot and young..may b someone's didi..whose?? No one in our campus looks like having such a pretty lineage...!!!

Some one from the group hits me and says: You blind bitch, she is your room mate

Me: oh yes..come lets go to the room.... stories enough to spend the whole night..we must start early...tomorrow is Monday...

We all along with my "Pretty Roomy" heading towards the room, all eyes set on her...some making her feel like a "Queen" and i am there to welcome her by un-latching the door.

All sitting, the Queen starts. (Though not looking much enthusiastic about the whole affair.)

Me: Are you tired or something..then we can wait till tomorrow evening to get the gossip..or if its too late for you to hold on we can spend the night gossiping. so you can take rest now

RM: *Furious* wattt??? you said that word "Gossip"...i mean how can you.......(continues till the room is relatively empty and i am the only one in the front standing unarmed). Anyways..seems like we will have to wait...

22oo hrs and as planned..again all around...my Roomy/the Queen..me playing the host to orders like...."Zara paani dena/ biscuit hai tumhare room mein/ Mixture/ Pickles...to all questions my one word answer "No"...some says..."Sali kya bhikhari hai re tu log!!!!!"and my roomy just couldnt take that and turns to me and says, look there in my bag are two Dairy Milk Chocolate..get those. 'ohh..so didnt u remember that when everyone left in the evening and i was faking to study hard to escape your verbal wrath!!!!.'

RM: Okk...girls are you interested to know wat happened?

In Unison: man, we cant wait anymore. 'what you think we all are here to admire you sitting between us just like that?? what goes wrong with people in love???'

RM narrating all the events that took place between 700hrs-1800hrs, which includes a warm welcome, a tight hug, booking a hotel room saying "We are couple"and that was the "High" (me thinks), some sweet-nothings, stroll to the ghats and nearby parks, gala lunch, back to the park, some coochy-cooing, an open-air discussion and to digest that extra calorie intake (here comes the twist) and finally, bidding that Bollywood style Goodbye.

well...to cut a long story short: What happened is, when they were sitting in the park coochy-cooing and were just trying to be cozy, as in a bit more cozy, as in so cozy that each other were feeling each other's breath, my RM saw some creepy creatures standing witness to their "sweet act" (sweet because not-so-adult and public distracting), and the creepy creature on witnessing the love birds, actually could not restrain itslef and witha strong desire to be a third party in the whole act started wriggling towards them...and when i say creepy, i mean creepy...i also mean crawling, i also mean wriggling.

Me: (on hearing this, jump off the bed...and animatedly screams) "WAT!!!"...and you were so near, i mean to "it"and not to "him"!!! and you are still alive????

RM: yes, (and goes into a bharatiya nari mode) yes, i was sitting there and to my dismay i saw him running away like a mad dog. (eyes almost red and moist)

me almost loosing sense, both on hearing the creepy story and on seeing the red eyes.

Me: Trying to ease the situation and all trying to console my RM for the *inappropriate* act that sjhe was subjected to..and i again come out with my smart opinion

Good that he ran away, you should have done the same, why were you sitting there...did you go cold?? i mean that would have been an awkward accident girl.

RM: Yes, it was awkward, i never thought he will run away leaving me in such a state. he could have atleast held my hands and then we both could have ran together.

Held my hands, ran together- Can real life be so filmy??? What did you expect??The wriggly creature intervenes and you sit there for someone lending you his hand???

My all enthusiam down the drain, as i see people consoling and my roomy in tears, well, some different thoughts running in my mind altogether: Man, all these bitches will leave and i will have to remain wide awake providing tissues??? Finally, as expected everyone leaves, and again i play the real good host bidding everyone good-bye and gesturing as if i will console her just in a second. Deep down only i know, how nervous i was...infact more than the roomy who went "cold" on seeing the wriggly creature.

Me: (Upfront) Look you should not worry and cry like this, i think (now i have to be articulate, i thought)..i mean...yes..i mean..wat he did was what we call "Respond to stimuli" but yes, he could have pulled you *your fat ass* along with.

She continues with her sob and tears, in all that bollywood style and after trying to console her for almost 15 mins, i give up and straight i shoot.

Look, if you think he shld have done according to wat you had expected and that gives you a feeling, that he is not "So-caring" a BOYFRIEND and that you have lost faith/trust..then speak to him about this and if he gives a shrug kind of an answer...give your "Globe-Trotting" relationship a CALL.

RM: Why do you have to jump to a black and white conclusion evrytime??? (RM: eyes big, tears gone, back to normal self.

Me: Jump into my bed and under the cover thinking, i should have given this dose long back to stop myself from getting so panicked.)

Next evening RM goes straight to the cyber cafe, gets him online and then scares the shit out of him by throwing words...emotional, sentimental, i loved you so much, i care for you so much and stuff and to my utter disbelief i heard her saying me "I gave HIM the DOSE, you gave me yesternight". :O

ME: ohh..okkk....as timidly as one can say...hope that worked....

RM: Yes Big time...

Circa 2005

Location: Kolkata

No special dress, a jeans and a kurta may be if not a t-shirt. (tsk..i dnt even remeber..how mean)

Setting: A couple sitting in one of the many parks in Kolkata.

and as it has to be...when you are seeing someone as a boyfriend..you need to do those coochy-cooing and sweet nothings..or else once again you "Did-not-do-as-expected".

and there we are...almost..kind of almost feeling each others breath and trying to feel more of it.may be... though i didnt spray any mouth freshner...but then love is not only blind it can take the sense out of you...

so almost close and then i think..when two human beings are so close, facially, its looks more feminine, i guess, to close your eyes, this is what i have learnt from Bollywood movies and Mills and Boon.

Me almost in the dilema of closing or not closing my eyes, i saw the pair of eyes in front of me opened and next moment i heard a scream...

yes, very obviously so, because moment i turn around i see a Black, standing on four feet, smelling of God-knows-what Buffalo...it was at a centimeter distance from me. Again when i look in front, i see a familiar face, who was almost at the same centimeter distance a few minutes back is standing miles away.

Me, the smart ass that i am, i start laughing uncontrollably...and finally, it sits beside me with a thump....

Luck and Fate, you are born with...

Not to say it, but just in case, for your reference: Till date i have not said this to my RM and i definitely dnt intend to say...cause then i will be hit with words which will faint me to death. Good that she is not here in the blogospehere....well, to hide from one, i said it to the world....

P.S: I do not intend to demean any of the people or the animals who played their interesting role in my life...never.

The Saturday Jaunt

Again one of those phases where life seems lifeless. Honestly, i'm a bit restless these days, some weird thoughts are always there to capture my peace of mind...as usual...reasons and causes of all these remains unindentified.

But one cannot deny some good things that come down your way amidst the mist of uncertainty and restlessness. So here goes the story....

Saturday: Was a bit irritated on the fact that i had to come to the office because of the "prelude" to Aila* that struck Kolkata on Monday. So after spending "a-not-much-productive" day in the office, when i was leaving for home in the evening, right on time "U" called me to join him at the "Lake Road Barista", our almost-everyday hangout". On reaching there, I was a nagging bitch as ever and requested him to take me to his place, so that i can have a more meaningful and almost ending weekend with "U - The red-bearded man" and "A- The red-haired mohila", with endless nibbling and drinking (not necessarily liquor) and chatting all through the night...well, called "The red-haired mohila" to know, whether i will be a pain at all the possible wrong places if i go down to their place for the night..as usual she "sounded" pretty much enthusiastic about my going to their place "BUT" as she was visiting her friend and with plans of "The red-bearded man" joining them meant he was not going home directly from "Barista". But as it was...i was left to decide whether i have a problem to visit "A's friend's house before crashing at A-U's place"!!!....with my rounds of "drama", A+U convinced me that it will be just fine and their friends won't mind my evil presence. So there i was "Hangla" as ever to hang around, reached "R's-The awesome driver" place...seated there were A, R, "S- a bit overexcited" and U and Myself joining them...puzzled i was to see them playing "Ludo". Well, the game had to stop with a winner and two looser...next on the card was "cards"...played quite a few rounds and was almost shocked to see the clock striking 11..."OMG..am i still not hungry!!!"....but as it was...U had strictly directed me not to say a single word related to "food" and "drink"..as directed i was even suppose to visit the "Loo" only after asking and only if approved of the same. I did as directed.

So i was "A Good Girl".

Well...the story doesn't end here...the actual fun when i bounced with a YAHOOOOOO was the moment when "R" casually said that we should go for a dinner somewhere and then a long drive.....oooohhhhh....nothing more i could have asked for then and there....this time it was my turn to look down upon U as my deepest desire and dream was coming true in just a few minutes time...

We went out at around 12, after playing cards, loosing, winning, drinking and smoking (needless to mention "R- The awesome driver" he didnt smoke a single puff and didnt drink a single gulp). but we decided to have food first and then taking on "The high of the day".

We were at Jai Hind Dhaba...food was awesome, though it was served a bit late (Tandoori roti, mutton kosha, mutton korma, dahi chicken, anda bhujji, green salad, rice, corn and palak sabji, daal)...Food was obviously good but what took my span of attention was a White Mercedes Benz. GOD...that was orgasmic...and i think i am just going lucky these days...today while coming to the office i saw a black of the same species...

We went out for the drive at around 1, took lansdowne, AJC Bose Road..straight and off to the Vidya sagar setu, Kona Express way, Bally connector and then back....starry sky, wind blowing past, wide roads, silent night, good music and needless to say a careful and alert person on the wheels to drive you through the experience...(R needs a special mention for the way he drove)...

Then as expected...at U and A's place...an unending adda...lyadh, and me peacefully going off to sleep lying between U and A...yahahahahha...."infringing the private domain"all together...... :D:D:D

Neways...it was fun...and i enjoyed it to the core....i could have asked nothing more.

*It was on Monday, that "Aila" struck Kolkata and the metropolitan city was not prepared enough to deal with the unseen but some-what expected massacre. At around 2 p.m. the day was called off in the office..so i was more than happy to get drenched and hopp around the street and announce about the arriving of the "buses" to my colleagues standing under the shade. Needless to say, the weather looked just fine with proper conveyance provided to reach home and then without "electricity, cable network and water supply" faliure...i was among the lucky one to spend an evening without having to think much about "How devastating Nature can be when in fury"!!..My heart goes out for one and all who faced some irreparable loss..well, shameful to say, i did nothing to help the victims out of the devastating situation as one of my fellow blogger did.

Shades

soru r soru nei, or gonf er sathe dari o hoyeche, nadu ekhon naduer hoye geche-or o dari hoyeche, utsav er chosma-r frame ebong phone palte geche, amar kopal bodhoy choto hoye geche, jhola r kaner duul ta ekhono ache bakshobondi....r gotor ta berei choleche.......

KNOTS

simply irritated.......now if that is a perennial state that i am in, i really cannot help...

ppl r getting married at lightning speed, the rate of getting married it seems has left behind the rate of population growth....well, now obviously, these duo's after certain time will definitely join the league of the mass adding to the population as a testimony of their LOVE for each other....if its not only about MAKING things fall apart.....neways, crap as i write.....

........but reason for my irritation is the role that i am playing in the so called pious act....

1) Travel: You travel a hellish distance (having said that i realise may be hell is nearer as i get to catch a sight of the same every day) every weekend to reach the venue on time....mode of transport...obviously some public motor vehicle ......

2) Reach: U reach the venue to discover that there are a lot many people standing either to welcome you heartily, (now i dnt think every one is as good an actor, so i take it as a genuine gesture) or u discover someone standing at a faraway corner who is planning to leave becuase u have arrived or the other way round, i.e, u dnt think it to b a pain to travel all the way back the moment u have landed or reached the venue on seeing that person standing at a corner.

3) Presence: the most difficult task, (at times, when in such a situation, i think, solving arithmetic was lot more easier), you have to continuously sport that realistic fakingly fake smile...and then people who are just about to face that middle-age crisis disaster will rub their hand all over your well done hair-do, even if it is not well done, how does it matter man)...and the next moment you see yourself in the mirror to discover as if your head was borrowed to play some bird's nest.

4) Food: look man coming dwn to the point, well going to a weding if means conveying a grand wish for the future marriage life, well i think i do that even if not verbally......but my well being is something that matters to me the most and therefore FOOD, is something that i look upto with all positive anticipation.......frankly, after that journey, smile, hairdo and stuff...if you dnt get a reward only with good food, i think all my effort went in vain.........


neways......so ppl whoever it is, if i am called at your wedding , plz one and only one request, plz feed me with dishes that would finally meake mt utter the words :HAVE A HAPPY MARRIED LIFE".....

JLTs...

Hehehhe...again..JLT......


well, i have one reason....posting one from this comp for the first time...


well..yet another one....not to forget had a week worth it..after ages...may be mentally its "ages"......in reality had such lazy, drooling weeks even in the recent past but the charm of those weeks were spoilt for the reason that i had to wake up early and go to the place called "Office".....


As i am in kolkata after 3 months...met all those people whom i missed a lot...well yes..missed them...didnt meet a few offcourse...will meet them soon....


Now that i didnt have to go to any offcie or such crapy place, effortlessly, i woke up at around 8-8.30 a.m, (will have to do it with great effort from the coming week).... and then complete layd throghout the day, only going out as per my own will...not even need...it was FUN.


It's just fun, pure fun that I can again move from one place to another and can also have a cup or two tea and a fag or two with only 20 rupees in hand.


Fun.....

With the coming week knocking at the door, "have to's" will soon creep in...like, will have to go somewhere for some definite need and the act wont b JLT....and then within a few hours all JLT's in life will be markedly replaced by "Have-to"s......OH..Wat pain....i feel like crying....no not actually....i feel like screaming and i feel like holding on to this passing time with a screeaaaaaaaaccccchhhhhhh........

Neways.....with this resolution fever on, i hereby take a short term resolution........."i will not crib.....and nag".....well i mentioned it- "short term"...which can just be a moment long.....:D:D:D

no seriously..no cribbing let time pass and let those stupid, farty, crapy, itching "have-to's" take over the beautiful, angelic "JLT's".....I Will NOT CRIB....COME WAT MAY....

ok...the moment is over...and therefore....Oh God....again..... :(.............no..no cribbing..:P:P.....P for promise.........:D:D..short term.....though....:D:D:D:D:D

Home Coming

Back to the heaven addressed 95, Southern Avenue. A mere split of 90 days from the heaven gave an impression of staying away for some eras. Not only the place but everything around, as they call it "a package" made me feel wat it meant to me..consciously now...

as of now...the feeling of being in the Paradise havent sinked in ...but sure with the so called "monotonous and old life" will get in to the track in no time.

Let it be "monotonous and old life"..i care not....i am loving it..whatever it is.........

ok....for reasons not to get involved into any sort of plagiarism, i consciously mention that the pic here was shot by an angel of the Paradise......(to console the yelling angel)..:D:D:D

Mumbai Chapter ends..

with a new dawn ...i bid adieu to a chapter which i cherished to the core ....

hey...will miss u all....will miss this place, this city...everything....
....thanks axiom, thanks everybody, thank you mumbai....

It Rained

Like many other posts..without any reason, base, logic or anything....this practise might describe me......if observed...a creature marching on the earth, without a radar...aimlessly, baselessly, illogically.....well...not to continue on that line...


This time i am trying to jot down memories associated with songs....i am not trying to start in any chronological order, rather as it comes to my jagged memory.


Rite at this point of time, i am listening to songs of Metro and Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, (wat did you say???, u expected something very different from this collection???.....then i must say, u have stepped on to a wrong blog..this might not be your place...i am sure u will find greener pastures around..:-D)


Well, the songs from these two films, reminds me every act, weird act, i performed in the show-house called "Compare Infobase"...without fail i still say....the place definitely had the charm to woo many if not all...i was among "many" of them.


"In-dino dil mera" and "bol na halke halke" reminds me of those showers, which stood as a transparent curtains between me standing on the verandah and those distant green scape on one side and those concrete structures on the other side, just to mention one among the numerous shots that pass my memory scape within seconds, as soon as any of these two songs start.


The sessions at Xrong, i remember i heard JBJ's songs, for the first time. i remember the capris fitting me fine, the peach colored t-shirt just highlighting the contours of my body as those were, the long tresses, wet and smelling sweet becuase of that newly discovered shampoo and the fragrance that i always wore till then....

The walk from 95, southern avenue to Deshapriya park, Rahul's car waiting in front of the National High School, me walking towards the school, Debolina beside me...and then discovering the other two sitting in the car, unlike "all-drenched" debolina and me, they were dry as a date and were looking as proper as one can manage to look for some highly anticipated interview call after ages.

"In dino dil mera" also reminds me - loosing my favorite "Osho Chappal"...well, i have fetish for objects which helps me feel "lighter" ...;-D, the same osho chappal i wore to XRONG, the time i heard JBJ's music. well and then the other two sitting in Rahul's car didnt even notice that i was on my way to office, without any "footwear..and yes...i mean it...

This song also reminds me of the "special lift" in pisi's car...though at that point of time neither of us knew each other....moment i just entered with my soiled feet , i could hear the song...

Man, i took this song as a jinxed one in my life...but....yes..as always i think i was wrong.

the post to be continued..as per the delivery from the above jagged memory,...:D:D

Winters in Daltonganj

Want to go to Daltonganj.....anytime between Dec.15 to Jan.15. why...????? Well....

1) Its my home town.....Duh

2) Want to appreciate the beauty of Nature, when tempearture is falling down to some 2 and 1 degree celsius..(well such a fall in temperature can also be experienced in many other towns and cities in India, but along with the natural beauty, the ever rising pollution level alomost comes free in this era of globalisation.)

3) I haven't experienced such a beauty in almost five years now.

4) Sudden gusts of rain...when the temperature is some 3 degree celsius.

5) Waking up in the morning which looks like evening because of mist and fog.

6) Leisurely stroll ...no not a stroll...in the afternoon, cycling through those dingy gullies and relatively broad streets where everybody looks at you as if they know you, but fails to figure at a go....and hence looks at you perplexed..and you often pass by...

7) Stroll along the riverside in the evening...like at around 4-4.30 p.m.

8) A sudden power cut on those full moon nights when you are sitting all covered in your woollens and under a blanket.

i mean..all the above experience combined...you can just afford to die after such a bliss.....

Rahul

Few things never change.....even today, Rahul reaches Deshapriya Park at 8.15.....(source:.Reliable...My sincere thanks to the reliable source.)

Hothat..

....J.U r jonne mon kharap korlo...tai naam likhbo..jaader ghire oi duniya ta chilo.....jekhane ei shiit kaal gulo milan da e bose kete jeto.......chenchamichi, golpo, gujob, pechone laga, haansi, thatta, chote jawa...ei sob miliyei din gulo kete gechilo....

Nnaam gulo likhlam...britha chesta....thik parlam na.........

Aaaj dingulo ektu dhoyate hoye geche.....kintu sob sriti r modhye ke jaane keno oi din gulo konodin jhapsate hoyni...ekhono hoyni...hobe kina janina...hoyto hobe na.......

Ekhono mone pore....oi canteen er samne bose hoyto kono du jon mile ekta cha er bhaare..ekta choto golpo aar haansa haansi diye shuru hoto..tarpor ek-ek kore kotha theke sobai juute jeto.....diner seshe......jotla ta vivekanda hall er samne giye jomto.....bela goriye dupur, bikel periye sondhe..raat.....tokhun abar oi 8B morer chaaer dokan e..aarekta jomayet.....ei jomayet e university r jabotiyo chele meye thakto...jaara auto r line e dariye bari ferar ekta chesta korto....abar line theke beriye,....aabr cha khete khete, oi mathar opor rajnoitik bigyapon gulo dekhe, prochondo uttejito hoye, bhaar er por bhaar cha kheye..aaro 1, 1 1/2 ghonta deri hoye jawa....amar p.g. te dhukte aaro kichu ghontar deri.....arekta mithye kotha...ekebaare sottyi r moto kore......tarpore room e dhukei....soma r pechone lege...o ghumole or ghum bhangiye..nije kaan e radio ta chepe sei fyal fyal kore takiye thakte thakte ghumiye pora....:D:D:D

sei sokal er jotla taaye...english, ecomoncs, comparative literature, film studies er lokjon to thekei thakto....baki bodhoy edik odik theke aaro kichu lok juute jeto......sob mile jeto.....oneke oneker naam jaanto na...kintu tabole golper beg e konodino seta badhar shristi koreni...

mone pore.....baaje boka, shudhu boke jawa, maane-bihin boka......o-karone-karone haansi, loker pechone lege ekta odbhut aaram, moja.., lok ke deke deke khorak kora, tarpor cigg kinba cha ta onner naame milan daar theke newa....

hothat mone hoye..hoyto onno duniyar kotha ............bodhoi swopnoi mone hobe aaro kichu bochor baade......

Disgusting

I feel like scribbling... and I will do so…


Today is my 26th biological birthday, and 25th ,officially. Well…should I consider myself lucky for that…I give a damn….

If asked..wat significant have I done in these 26 years of existence???

NOTHING…is the only answer that comes to my mind…rite now..and probably whenever this question will be asked..

Well…if I really make an effort to jot down….(real effort mind you):

1) Have bugged everyone irrespective of whoever I have known in these years. (They have never enjoyed it really…at times I have enjoyed bugging them, intentionally..at time it was my nature..and therefore it came naturally from me, unintentionally and they were naturally irritated..)…ohh…looks like I cared!!!!!! FART..

2) Have managed to gobble some stupid academic degrees..(does it help in life???)well…first class everytime…without fail…(do I sound like I am proud of those achievements??…yes I am…because I have nothing else to be proud of…)

3) Have managed to go to places for studies u c(Oh studious u mean!!!…and then work…:O…well the list comprises of Hazaribagh, Varanasi, Kolkata and now Mumbai…(So wat is the big deal mam????..nothing man..please note… I am making a list of my achievements..:-)


Achievements that were not welcomed but embraced me…

1) 26…. don’t have a proper, secure and stable professional graph and status..same applies to personal life…..(wooo…u mean ….wanderer????i see it mentioned somewhere else too in this blog.. :O:O) Bull shit..

2) I have not been to my home town almost two years now….( okkk..so that is a point to be proud of!!!!:O…. why don’t I die????a question I often ask myself and people around me also ask…I dnt have an answer to it!!!)FART and FUCK OFF.

3) Have been cheated twice ….crystal clear…3rd is always on the way, I mean u dnt get to see the unseen and can expect anything, rite…….( know wat…i always tried Acting Smart and the bastards were always Smart….)..okk..so being cheated…..an achievement…....so perpetual loss of faith and trust. Have acquired the great caliber to doubt one and all…still get cheated….because have been better still in doubting the wrong person.


Confession on this day..no not resolutions..but I would definitely like doing these..sometime…may be in an year’s time..which would give me an opportunity to jot down some real achievements next year, I guess….(Keeping my fingers crossed)

1) Want to go to Daltonganj..be there….for at least 10 days….come back happy…do something that my parents expect from me..even the other family members…(what they want me to do at present is …GET MARRIED….., well, that’s a different interesting story altogether):D:D

2) Seriously man, high time..a stable professional life…personal, doubtlessly, I look forward to …I need both of that.

Ohhh….a big list of achievements……and stop self pitying and acting as a gyaan paapi….slut …….

My Birthday

Well....to start with, as usual my card validity has expired on 24th November at 23:59hrs. My apology goes to one and all who tried wishing me at the mid-night, might be a very few...but whatever..and whoever.....

Strangely, 1st one to wish me on my b'day was, 160by2.com, i was surprised to see no sender's name along with the message but then realized what it was. second and without fail since last four years Amrita Di...she wishes me without fail and i without fail forget to wish her on her wedding anniversary which falls on the same date.....things remained the same even this year.

I am again dead sure...Satabdi Sengupta and Soma Mukherjee, (well..now that she is Mrs..she has more chores to handle I guess..oohhhh.....as if i care....) these mortals have been taking pleasure in forgetting my birthday since three years now and everytime i remind them they come up with faces and blows of sorry feeling as if my birthday has turned into my death day. well, they sound clear and straight in not giving any excuses..(modest and honest they r u c)...and then dramatics like, " ki kore toke mukh dekhabo", "chi....ki kore bhule gelam....chiiiiiiii" and all those stuff everytime i remind them of the same. well, this time i have given them a reason as to why they cldn't call...but let me tell you ...incoming messages r still free and those r coming in.

If i am not wrong, sarmistha and pallavi will soon follow the league...if not reminded by some other people...i think they will wish me mid way but only if they remember…..

neways..whatever it is....it feels good...

Banashree was the first one to wish me last night.....

Well...improvement..satabdi remembered..she wished me...:D:D:D....not only that..has sent me a bouquet alongwith a teddy......very happy..but teddy ta dekhe ektu maane.....ahem....satabdi..bhalobasssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

acha ..correction..sarmistha has tried calling me up a number of times on my roommate's cell......thankyou..tomakeo bhalobasssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii....

pallavi says.....i was suppose to remind her a day before.....so its been my fault that i didnt remind her........i c...

Soma...smartest ass...banashree called her up and reminded her........she messaged me at 2 in the afternoon...

neways....sobai k bhalobasssssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiii

:D:D:D

ok.......i thought of putting this separately, though i cn club this to my last post.......but let this be a post where in i will gather ideas of wat ppl think about me...:D:D:D:D:D, another instance of being a MEGALOMANIAC..:D:D:D:D

(Verbatim)....Amrita:

amu: im half way thru being indif like u, purota hote parchhina

I liked this a bit too much...:D:D:D:D

Mumbai is looking Good

A very frank and a rude statement i will make....

I am enjoying Bunny's and Golu's company to the fullest here in Mumbai for the undermentioned reasons....(At times one of my roommate can also be counted here in the list):

1) They are the best with whom i can be myself because they are at comfort being themselves.

2) I can enjoy the way I want to because we have a similar definitions and idea of enjoying.

3)Going out with them doesnt mean i will have to just move around, they are as good foodie as i am ( if not, then loves drinking) and therefore i enjoy eating and drinking with them no matter where it is.

4) Not only that they try not to be formal, they are not formal because they cannot be formal, atleast with me.

For other's, here in Mumbai, you people either try to be very formal with me or over friendly. I hate both the attitudes.

To You

Had i been in kolkata i am not sure whether i would have gone to the 14th Kolkata International Film Festival or not. But irrespective of that, now that i am not in kolkata, i am missing the event, i will miss the event and i will keep missing it for reasons plenty. I will miss it for the next seven days, may b till the next year, may be anytime till amnesia hits me.

This event reminds me cliched (ly) of an opportunity to watch films....goes without saying, but a number of other activities that used to keep me really busy - i will be missing those.

I will be missing those poke that i got for not making it to one of the good films of the festival, poke for just sitting idle when all were too enthusiastic to watch a certain screening, poke at the moment when realization has dawned on all others that they have also missed a film just because of the contagious lethargy.

I will be missing end number of people whom i met only during those seven days. I will be missing just a "hi" from someone whom i had met years back and then a sudden pleasure of meeting them again, may be just for a fleeting minute if not second. I will be missing the center seat in the "Nandan Complex", where neither you nor any one can miss each other's presence, i will be missing those "just-sit-beside" conversation and eventually ending up being another prominent acquaintance in each other's list.

I will be missing moving out of a hall, creeping, on not liking the film. I will be missing saying a lie to someone about a film which i havent watched on a positive review about the same hitting my ear. I will be missing saying a lie about watching a film from the start to the end, in which i have actually slept through the whole film.

I will be missing those last shows and then waiting for a taxi for just an hour, may b it was nt about getting a taxi it was just about spending another hour discussing about the day and the days to come.

I will miss the cold breeze, i will miss the chill of the halls, specially Rabindra sadan and Shishir Mancha.

I will be missing u all, i will be missing it all....but i think i will like missing it for that will give me sense of how i enjoyed "Something", which i never realised.

The surname game

Changes in these surnames:

1) Duttaray --> Chakraborty

2) Mohanty -->Parija

3) Hatimuria --> (wld b..) dnt know

4) Mukherjee --> Gupta

5) Sengupta --> NO IDEA

Well, as inference can be easily drawn, or if not, the above mentioned surnames (the first ones) were all tagged to the persons who were my "Friends".

Well, the first three just changed, leaving not much impacts on my existence. The surnames were rolled in and rolled out just as the role of those people in my life..nothing great.....came in and went away....were there till my eyes could see them....were out of my mind moment they were not seen.......so may be i will just refer them to as roommates that they were for 1 year and the contact game was intact till the change in surname.

Well, the change of the 4th on the list will definitely have a greater impact on my life in compared to in any other surname getting changed in this world.

Mukherjee, Soma Mukherjee to Soma Gupta, As her husband's Souvik Gupta....

-- I know her: since circa 2000
-- Roommate: 2000-2002, again 2003-2005.....4 years.
-- Stayed in the same city : 2000-2008.

Yyes, thats the number. 8 years of togetherness, friendship, hatred, love, disgust, well being, pleasure, displeasure and all emptions that a person can have in a span of 8 years, per se, every emotions were exchanged and were noted on each other's existence.

Ok...she stood witness to all my highs and lows....she knew better than me when i was happy, she knew better than my parents when i was sad, she knew better than anyone, when i was not in the right mood. May be, one get to know a person better than anyone else when they have to spend 24/7 with the person under the same roof.

Well, we had to put up at different places, during the later years as per the call of the situation and time. (May be that was just an epilogue to the time coming..).

Our rendezvous or should i say meetings or dont know wat xactly, was carried on holidays, sundays, saturdays, even if not regularly, yes, sporadically. One and some more things for sure, we knew if there was no one we were just a call away from each other. We knew if we dnt have any plans to spend the day, we cn just call up and plan out somethig which will definitely make the day more interesting than any other days. We knew, we wanted to watch a movie at the night show and if we dnt get a conveyance after the show gets over....we cn walk down the lane or any distance just with the craps, silly laughters and what not.....We knew we can laugh at the silliest things for hours, we knew we can discuss the most serious things in life, that we considered serious enough, fr hours, we knew we can wake up wither of us no matter how deep sleep we r in.

But having said all that...it doesnt mean..we never fought, we never got tired of each other, at times we wanted "Not to be with each other"....and the reunion was never a reunion, the hatred or the disgust didnt change just in a second.........we hated each other for the silliest reason, we were irritated on each other just because we had no one around to vent that irritation out....yes.."Punch Bag" they call it......no regrets for the fights, no tears for the times we werent together. .....we tolerated each other's oddities as it were....no complains......... we enjoyed just the way we were with each other.

Now if i sit to think...wat about those loud laughters while watching a movie? Wat about those fridays, saturdays and sundays..when we knew we were definitely there to be with each other, willingly or unwillingly??!! Wat about those night shows, which when ended saw us laughing for getting no conveyance way back home? Wat about those sudden mood swings or irritations when i knew you were there where i can vent out all and all would just set in perfectly with an equal jitter from the other side......no idea......

Well, things changes, circumstances changes and people always find their ways out.....certainly i will, may be with your help.......

......And for the change in the 4th surname ....i really have no idea as to what will happen.........only i can hope and wish, not to witness the effect of that change in the surname and then residing in the same city.

Incomparably Jinxed

Keeping the present job scenario and the state of mind I am in, it seems as if I personify discomfort, irritation, unwillingness to do anything productive and meaningful and short temper.

If I sit to analyze and pen down the causes of “can’t live without such feelings at present” will be too boring and repulsive for any of the readers visiting my blog. Having said this I just realized, my sole intention of creating this blog is to let people know the reasons as to what has motivated me to become such an “irritated being”.

First and foremost My Workplace - which is a place full of people who can bring the shit out of you yet can act smart as if the responsibility of declaring the third world war lies on their shoulder. They have gained expertise in throwing meaningless challenges and then expecting you to face them with all bravery and cent percent positive outlook. On accepting such challenges, they think is your will to work and strength to face difficulties lie….which I consider is all “Bull Shit”……Now before, I portray myself as a person who hate to take challenges, (which is true, may be to some extent and moreover which I have acquired after working in this stable) it will be better to mention the types of challenges that are thrown,

i) Ability to work (happily and satisfactorily) without salary for more than a month or two.

ii) Putting you in an air conditioned meeting room to listen to all shits, like,

a) don’t drink too much of coffee
b) don’t use toilet paper without any urgent need
c) enhance your productivity even if you are not being paid
d) Lying on the fact of your salary being credited
e) And many such “Food for Thought”..that they utter to keep the office rolling and giving you false hope on many such important issues

Now having said all this, one can simply come up with a question, as to why don’t I change my Job, if the place is so sick. Or, y am I complaining so much.

I have my answer to it….

I am trying several places since ages, but as I don’t know much of technicalities I am not able to change my present profession with a few basic changes, because as my company promised me will teach some, but ended up in directing me, (and not only me, every single person working here) to write travelogues on Microsoft Word, for those who are lucky and for those unlucky again, its Open Office, for them.

Okk…..now do u know y aren’t people provided Microsoft Word……because… (hold your breath. …….The company claims itself to be an IT company, has office in Saltlake Sector 5 in Kolkata..(will b better if I dont mention other places where the goddamned company management claims to have an office) do not have enough revenue to buy Microsoft Words License………this is the truth…….the story is given in a way, as if Bill Gates is personally known to the high ups of our company and shares a bad rapport for reasons those r obvious enough to share a bitter relation……..

With an experience of working here for an year now, I am TIRED and SICK of this place.

So, beautiful is my office……….i Loooove the place…….no complains ok…….if u want a job here….forward me ur CV.. i will definitely forward it to the Hell……..and there will start our hatred and dislike for each other…….(hatred and disliking are understatement in this case…take my words)………

More wrath to come…..in between u can also expect some funny stuff……where I might talk about myself….. :P:P