Shamin was troubled about his sister’s marriage. It was a huge expenditure for them. He was the only bread earner in the family. His father was old and the mere allowance he got as the priest of the mashjid was not enough to sustain the family even for a fortnight. His mother ran the house labouring from dawn to night. She had no complains. Her only wish left to be fulfilled was the successful marriage of her daughter. A prospective groom had come to see her last week. Today they informed them of their approval for marriage. The only hindrance was a sum of fifteen thousand rupees that was to be paid to the family of the groom for the safe keeping of their daughter. The expense of the marriage was almost arranged. But the main amount of the dowry remained to be settled. He had promised to hand over the sum on the day of the marriage which was a week away.
A sudden wave in the age old torn curtain veiling the termite eaten door made Shamin turn his face. It was the meek innocent face of his sister looking from behind the curtain. She was only nineteen. But they had no way other than sending her off to an apparent settled life. The dim glow of the flickering bulb of the passage cast a shade of melancholy on her face. He smiled back and slowly walked out of the house. The house was itself in a bad state. The walls needed a new coat of clay, the roof new hay. That could be done in due time, the marriage was of prior importance.
He walked out to the tea stall near the market of the village. With the tea the news of advance of the paramilitary forces also came along. The whole area was tensed with the operation that was going on to curb the surging maoist activities in the region. Most of the times the villagers had to face the ire of the hostility caught between the two parties. It was a peaceful village otherwise. He looked at the forests at the far end of the fields. The red glow of the night sky rendered a fiery calm touch to the trees. The forest echoed with the shrill notes of the crickets. The trees looked like regiment of soldiers standing in the fortified castle of the forest. It was hard to believe how dreadful things were under the veil of calmness. He paid for the tea and went to meet someone. The money was to be arranged. The only way to meet that was to take a loan from someone. One of his friends who worked in the city had promised him the loan. He was not very satisfied with the meeting. His friend will not be able to hand over the sum before the day of the marriage. He had no way but to wait upon his word. It was one week left. He came back to the market place.
The sudden sound of consecutive gunshots from the forest stirred the atmosphere. People began to hurry to their homes. He slowly walked back to the house. The central forces walked through the village that night. There were knocks on some doors. Some people were taken away. The wails of the mothers, wives and sisters drove sleep away from the entire village for the night.
The week passed off quickly. It was spent in making arrangements for the wedding, mostly the money. Three thousand of it was saved from Shamin’s salary which he earned working in a local brickfield. He called his friend for the money. He informed he will be reaching in the evening and hand him the money then. He came back to the house. He could not say it bore a festive look. A few colour strings over the small courtyard, a few faded carpets on the floor and a two tubelights on the wall. A few people had gathered in the house. The laughter of his sister could be heard from inside the house. The mood of celebration was a forced one. He wanted to make sure his sister got away before things turned worse than the present. He was sure it would.
Evening trudged in slowly. Every minute passed made Shamins’s heart grow more restless. He went ahead of time for collecting the money. Things back at house were in order. The groom would arrive three hours later. The money was the last thing to be secured. He walked along the village path which passed through the forest. The late august sky was laden with dark rain bearing clouds. The last rays of the sun were trapped behind the wall of the authoritative clouds. Through the few cracks in that wall the dying sharp rays of the sun oozed out. The rebellion of the region seemed to portray itself through the scenes in the sky. It took him one hour’s walk to reach the station to meet his friend. Things turned out to be good and his friend was already there with the money. He also handed over a bangle set which he had ordered from the city for his sister. Shamin offered his sincere gratitude and left the place with the promise to return the money as soon as possible.
He walked back with a light heart. Maybe things would look up from now onwards, he thought. He would be fulfilling his responsibility towards his sister after all. He smiled to himself. It was already dark when he reached the forest. The sky was a burning red reflecting the rage of the forest. A few hundred yards and he will be home. A blinding flash of white light tore across the sky with a loud explosion and after a few steps it started pouring heavily. If the weather continued it could delay the arrival of the groom. The trigger of an unknown instinct made him start running. A few seconds later there were numerous rustles in the forest and shots of gunfire coincided with loud bursts of thunder in the sky.
The rain continued till the next morning. Under the gloomy skies the newspaper arrived at the tea stall of the market place. The steam rising from the glass of tea melted into the moist air of the dawn. At the bottom of the first page there was a news which read :
“One maoist killed in central force’s combing operation. Money and jewellery recovered from the dead body suggest to looting for collection of funds”.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
An Unknown Journey
The evening was setting in. Pre winter chill mingled with the hazy air surrounding the river. There were few boats in the river. A little distance away the steamers were plying. Their black smoke thickened the already saturated dark air of the city.
It was the Ganga flowing through the heart of the city of Calcutta. People came to spend their evening out here. On the railing running along the banks of the river rested the elbows of countless couples of all ages.
In one such boat plying on the river was a group of friends. It was a break from the everyday monotony endured by them. It was not a very picturesque surrounding. The river was drying up slowly. Not a single speck of green could be found anywhere around. The banks were lined by dead concrete structures. Most of them were factories dumping their vile into the river. More structures were still coming up. Civilisation has succeeded in making the river a part of the city. They missed the restless and playful river running between the green valleys. It was a sad mood of the river that prevailed within the boundary of the city.
Diwali was celebrated a few days ago. The few remaining idols of the goddess were still being immersed in the river. They had the boatman row the boat towards the bank where an idol was being prepared for immersion. The remains of the celebrations were still afloat on the river. Melted down skeletons of the goddess lined the banks. Shakti was reduced to a mould of hay and canes.
A little distance away there was a crowd at the side of the river. The boat rowed in that direction. After going a few feet ahead they had the boat turn back. A body was being fished out of the water. Somebody had drowned. It was a common scene here. People die and sometimes it was the river that served as the death bed. The people in the crowd were not interested in the person or the death it seemed. They never are. It is an opportunity of experiencing something out of the ordinary which they relished. The men in uniform were there too. They had to keep the city clean, get rid off the trash. The ambulance left after sometime along with the police. The crowd dispersed too. The man who died lived in a nearby slum, they heard from the boatman.
The glowing sky gradually gave way to the engulfing darkness. The day was dying slowly. Narrow strips of maroon still lingered on the horizon. Swarms of crows flew past the sky piercing the atmosphere with their shrieks.
The bank was empty. The show was over. In the white light of the halogens put up for the immersion a figure of a woman became visible. She wore a torn and old saree. Holding the end of the saree was a small girl about five to six years old. Both of them seemed to stare at something which was not seen by anyone else there. There was something sparkling in the woman’s face. Broken pieces of bangles lay mixed with the dust around the naked feet of the woman. She turned her face to look at their boat. The white light reflected off the tears running down her black dry cheeks. Her eyes were filled with an emptiness that existed beyond the human reach of the universe.
From the radio of some tea stall the faint words of a song blew in with the breeze
“ Koto je elo, koto je gelo
Nahi to kichui songe
Amra ke kothar kothai chole jabo….”
(How many have come, how many have gone
Nothing is with me.
From where we came and where will we go…”
Then and there began an Unknown Journey for the woman.
It was the Ganga flowing through the heart of the city of Calcutta. People came to spend their evening out here. On the railing running along the banks of the river rested the elbows of countless couples of all ages.
In one such boat plying on the river was a group of friends. It was a break from the everyday monotony endured by them. It was not a very picturesque surrounding. The river was drying up slowly. Not a single speck of green could be found anywhere around. The banks were lined by dead concrete structures. Most of them were factories dumping their vile into the river. More structures were still coming up. Civilisation has succeeded in making the river a part of the city. They missed the restless and playful river running between the green valleys. It was a sad mood of the river that prevailed within the boundary of the city.
Diwali was celebrated a few days ago. The few remaining idols of the goddess were still being immersed in the river. They had the boatman row the boat towards the bank where an idol was being prepared for immersion. The remains of the celebrations were still afloat on the river. Melted down skeletons of the goddess lined the banks. Shakti was reduced to a mould of hay and canes.
A little distance away there was a crowd at the side of the river. The boat rowed in that direction. After going a few feet ahead they had the boat turn back. A body was being fished out of the water. Somebody had drowned. It was a common scene here. People die and sometimes it was the river that served as the death bed. The people in the crowd were not interested in the person or the death it seemed. They never are. It is an opportunity of experiencing something out of the ordinary which they relished. The men in uniform were there too. They had to keep the city clean, get rid off the trash. The ambulance left after sometime along with the police. The crowd dispersed too. The man who died lived in a nearby slum, they heard from the boatman.
The glowing sky gradually gave way to the engulfing darkness. The day was dying slowly. Narrow strips of maroon still lingered on the horizon. Swarms of crows flew past the sky piercing the atmosphere with their shrieks.
The bank was empty. The show was over. In the white light of the halogens put up for the immersion a figure of a woman became visible. She wore a torn and old saree. Holding the end of the saree was a small girl about five to six years old. Both of them seemed to stare at something which was not seen by anyone else there. There was something sparkling in the woman’s face. Broken pieces of bangles lay mixed with the dust around the naked feet of the woman. She turned her face to look at their boat. The white light reflected off the tears running down her black dry cheeks. Her eyes were filled with an emptiness that existed beyond the human reach of the universe.
From the radio of some tea stall the faint words of a song blew in with the breeze
“ Koto je elo, koto je gelo
Nahi to kichui songe
Amra ke kothar kothai chole jabo….”
(How many have come, how many have gone
Nothing is with me.
From where we came and where will we go…”
Then and there began an Unknown Journey for the woman.
Monday, October 12, 2009
An uninteresting Story
His eyes opened to the poster of Jim Morrison on the wall reaching out his hands. He picked up his mobile phone. 0 missed calls, 2 new messages.
One offering sunglasses of 1200 bucks for 800 bucks. Deletes.
Second one ringtone of Gayatri Mantra on a monthly basis of 30 bucks. Faith comes cheap. He smiled. Erases it.
12.30 pm.
The room was dimly lit by the sunlight coming from the cobwebbed ventilator. He didn’t want to open the windows. He lit a cigarette. The glowing tip burned silently with a blood red smile. The exhaled smoke rose up to form a cloud over his head. The thoughts also started to cloud in his mind again. They never really leave him. Only the time he is sleeping. He shook the Pc out of the standby mode. This computer was his window to the outer world. It also stored his diet for the soul, his music. After a few mouse clicks, a Baul started singing
“Ami nokol pagol sokol dekhi
Asol pagol pelam na
Mon er moto pagol pelam na”
(All the mad people I see are fake
I could not get hold of a real mad one
I could not find the mad one my heart seeks .)
He picked up the book lying on the table and turned the pages to ‘Araby’. He had read it many times. It reminded Him of her. He never had her. And after all these years he was sort of satisfied that it didn’t happen. He wanted her to be happy with someone else, someone more deserving. He felt the tide of emotions flowing in. He rolled a joint. A few moments of escape, maybe. He closed his eyes and laid down. The pictures started flashing by. The journey of life seemed to have become stagnant in the last few years. He stood at the same place that He was standing years back. The path has ceased to exist.
The music was playing in the background. Fakir Lalon was saying
“Somoi gele sadhon hobe na”
(Spiritual practice won’t bring result if not done in time.)
It reminded him. He looked for time.
1.30 pm. College.
It was the same faces he saw everyday. Faces lined up at same places they do everyday.
There were only two classes remaining for the day when He entered college. He decided to attend the poetry class only. The professor was speaking of ‘Carpe Diem’. The poet had exerted all his sarcasm and persuasion in the lines of his poem to convince his Beloved to return his love while they were still young and throbbing.
His eyes fell upon Purobi. She was sitting opposite him, listening to the lecture. She suddenly turned around and looked at him for a second and again turned to face the professor. She was weird. They conversed, sometimes. They were friends or not - He wasn’t sure. Did He like her? He didn’t know. She was rumored to be going out with someone from college. He didn’t care. He had developed a habit of not caring.
After class He joined His friends for some coffee and cigarette. They were talking about some new movie of Shahrukh Khan. He listened quietly.
They decided to go and hang out in a recently inaugurated shopping mall. He declined and walked to the railway tracks a little distance away from the college. This place always remains deserted. A dying pond surrounded by shrubs and bushes lay just beside the tracks. Trains seldom passed on this tracks. He came here often. The evening was growing dark slowly. The last remains of the sun settled on the top of the trees but eventually had to retreat defeated by the shrouding darkness.
He lit a joint. The fireflies were glowing timidly among the bushes like small dots of hope. The crickets started to hum a solemn tune of solitude. He felt attuned to his surroundings.
The thoughts started to creep in again. But this time it was accompanied by the memories. Along with the unpleasant notes, good ones also tagged along. He smiled thinking of the good times. But which of them haunted him more needs not to be said. The prospect of a lost future made him feel purposeless. He was of no use to anybody. The distant whistle of a train was growing louder. He saw the light emerging from the darkness. It was a chance to the probable End waiting to be capitalized. He stood up.
The train pierced through the darkness at a chilling speed with its shrill scream trailing behind. The red light at the rear of the train sped away breaking off all means of communication.
Total silence descended on the place. A few minutes later the sound of a sigh revealed a sign of life. He emerged from the darkness and looked at the horizon. The clouds sailed away to reveal a clear star studded sky. The mellow glow of a half moon veiled the tress and the fields.
He crossed the railway tracks and started walking on a path rendered invisible by the expanding mist.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Where has She gone?
She came to me.
She came to me at night when I would be in my room, alone and lonely.Her visits were frequent.She showed up more often after a few puffs.She was my solace.I used to take refuge in Her.We would spend time together and when i was done with Her, I felt relieved,I felt free.
Sometimes I would remember Her during the day and pray hard that She came back at night.We had a lovely time together.Nobody in this whole world could have taken Her place.
But as fate would have it, She was gone one fine day.She has not come back till now.And I don't know why She left!I still sit in my room, lonely and restless and wait for her.
But in vain.
No matter how much I try, I cant get her back.
It seems like a part of me is missing.She has left me on my own, stranded in this cruel world.
Now, people who know me must be wondering who this '' She '' is. Well don't be alarmed, She is not human.She is a part of my mind.My ability to put down verses, to be precise.I'm not a poet,nor do I want to call myself one.But penning down those line sort of provided me a relief, helped me to give a vent to my accumulated emotions.And now i cant get the relief.
Sure i do play with a few lines here and there but that hardly seems to serve any purpose.
If any of you good people out there know what is wrong with me,please let me know.I will be highly obliged and be grateful to you for the rest of my life.
She came to me at night when I would be in my room, alone and lonely.Her visits were frequent.She showed up more often after a few puffs.She was my solace.I used to take refuge in Her.We would spend time together and when i was done with Her, I felt relieved,I felt free.
Sometimes I would remember Her during the day and pray hard that She came back at night.We had a lovely time together.Nobody in this whole world could have taken Her place.
But as fate would have it, She was gone one fine day.She has not come back till now.And I don't know why She left!I still sit in my room, lonely and restless and wait for her.
But in vain.
No matter how much I try, I cant get her back.
It seems like a part of me is missing.She has left me on my own, stranded in this cruel world.
Now, people who know me must be wondering who this '' She '' is. Well don't be alarmed, She is not human.She is a part of my mind.My ability to put down verses, to be precise.I'm not a poet,nor do I want to call myself one.But penning down those line sort of provided me a relief, helped me to give a vent to my accumulated emotions.And now i cant get the relief.
Sure i do play with a few lines here and there but that hardly seems to serve any purpose.
If any of you good people out there know what is wrong with me,please let me know.I will be highly obliged and be grateful to you for the rest of my life.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The successful Life
You come into this world naked.At the last you are at least entitled to a piece of cloth.You come for free,to exit you need to shell out.Isnt this enough success?
Anyways even after so many years the concept of a "successful life" prevailing in our contemporary society is still a queer one.Its still determined by a series of milestones you have to achieve to get entitled to a successful life.
You come into this world,enter a school and do your schooling,get graduated, even excel in your masters; no my boy you still have not not achieved any success yet.Yes you get a 4.8 lakh per annum package your success rate jumps to 20%.Good,you have opened your books now.
Now comes the next stage.You have to get married.You have a fiance,good.No?
An arranged marriage?Still better.Along with the bride you get a Lcd tv,a fridge,microwave,an almirah,a double bed with Kurl-o-pilo mattress( guranteed to keep your spine straight till you die) .If you are really lucky, you may win yourself a Tata Nano too!
If you are a girl then your life should revolve around the following sentence:
" It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife " - Pride and Prejudice.
Now your meter has run upto 50% success rate.
Now that you have secured both a job and a partner, your success meter is at a great tempo and the following things should add to your points.
A Honda city, a flat in a complex with swimming pool, a community hall, children's park, cctv surveillance and guaranteed unpolluted air as there is supposed to be 40% open space with greenery inside the boundary.
A membership to a state of the art equipped 5 star club where you get to socialize [Calcutta Club is out of bounds boy, you need more than money to get in there], a retirememt bond that pays you pension till you die.
Things like this should add another 20% nto your success rate making it go upto 70%.
Next another vital stage. You are a healthy breeding male/female and by the act of the marriage bond you are bound to mate and have lovely babies. You feed them,clothe them,educate them and may be even help them till the way to get settled and married.
Good job.
Success rate reaches 85%.
Add another 5% if your son/daughter manages to settle in the States and get you into an caring old age home which takes you to a field trip once in 6 months.
Success rate is a staggering 90%.
Now comes the time for you to leave. Your last days are spent in reading the Gita,works of Ramkrishna and chanting " Hari naam ". You die peacefully, maybe in a private nursing home with a 50k bill tailing you.
Your loving ones pack you off to get fried in a nice decorated hearse and throw a great “sradhdha” (post death celebrations) in your memory. Take the remaining 10%.
You now have become " a not so bad " successful man to have lived on the face of the earth. All is achieved and you rest in peace.100% achieved.
Phew!Quite a long process if you aske me.
Sounds tempting isn’t it?
'Ekdin matir bhitor e hobe ghor,
O mon amar,
Keno bandho dalan ghar'
[ One day your home will be inside the earth,
Then my heart,
Why do you build bunglows]
Sugning Off.
Anyways even after so many years the concept of a "successful life" prevailing in our contemporary society is still a queer one.Its still determined by a series of milestones you have to achieve to get entitled to a successful life.
You come into this world,enter a school and do your schooling,get graduated, even excel in your masters; no my boy you still have not not achieved any success yet.Yes you get a 4.8 lakh per annum package your success rate jumps to 20%.Good,you have opened your books now.
Now comes the next stage.You have to get married.You have a fiance,good.No?
An arranged marriage?Still better.Along with the bride you get a Lcd tv,a fridge,microwave,an almirah,a double bed with Kurl-o-pilo mattress( guranteed to keep your spine straight till you die) .If you are really lucky, you may win yourself a Tata Nano too!
If you are a girl then your life should revolve around the following sentence:
" It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife " - Pride and Prejudice.
Now your meter has run upto 50% success rate.
Now that you have secured both a job and a partner, your success meter is at a great tempo and the following things should add to your points.
A Honda city, a flat in a complex with swimming pool, a community hall, children's park, cctv surveillance and guaranteed unpolluted air as there is supposed to be 40% open space with greenery inside the boundary.
A membership to a state of the art equipped 5 star club where you get to socialize [Calcutta Club is out of bounds boy, you need more than money to get in there], a retirememt bond that pays you pension till you die.
Things like this should add another 20% nto your success rate making it go upto 70%.
Next another vital stage. You are a healthy breeding male/female and by the act of the marriage bond you are bound to mate and have lovely babies. You feed them,clothe them,educate them and may be even help them till the way to get settled and married.
Good job.
Success rate reaches 85%.
Add another 5% if your son/daughter manages to settle in the States and get you into an caring old age home which takes you to a field trip once in 6 months.
Success rate is a staggering 90%.
Now comes the time for you to leave. Your last days are spent in reading the Gita,works of Ramkrishna and chanting " Hari naam ". You die peacefully, maybe in a private nursing home with a 50k bill tailing you.
Your loving ones pack you off to get fried in a nice decorated hearse and throw a great “sradhdha” (post death celebrations) in your memory. Take the remaining 10%.
You now have become " a not so bad " successful man to have lived on the face of the earth. All is achieved and you rest in peace.100% achieved.
Phew!Quite a long process if you aske me.
Sounds tempting isn’t it?
'Ekdin matir bhitor e hobe ghor,
O mon amar,
Keno bandho dalan ghar'
[ One day your home will be inside the earth,
Then my heart,
Why do you build bunglows]
Sugning Off.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Mohiner Ghoraguli videos
These videos were taken at a mohin concert at baghajatin,kolkata in 2007 few months after their show at bangalore.These videos are of a little poor quality but i guess this wont be a problem to Mohin lovers.
The videos:
amar priya kafe:
http://rapidshare.com/files/33873690/priya_kafe_1_.avi
katha diya bondhu
http://rapidshare.com/files/35065031/katha_diya_1_.avi
3rd video:
akashe chorano megher kachakachi:
http://rapidshare.com/files/38776862/akashe_chorano_1_.avi
prithibi ta naki...
http://rapidshare.com/files/49429852/prithibi_1_.avi
telephone video..
http://rapidshare.com/files/78851561/telephone_1_.avi
online vids:
bhalobasi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teWpIZZmAtE
sono sudhijon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuE7LjuREno&mode=related&search=
akashe chorano mp3-
http://rapidshare.com/files/98777546/
AKASHE_CHHARANO_MEGHER_KACHHAKACHHI.mp3
The videos:
amar priya kafe:
http://rapidshare.com/files/33873690/priya_kafe_1_.avi
katha diya bondhu
http://rapidshare.com/files/35065031/katha_diya_1_.avi
3rd video:
akashe chorano megher kachakachi:
http://rapidshare.com/files/38776862/akashe_chorano_1_.avi
prithibi ta naki...
http://rapidshare.com/files/49429852/prithibi_1_.avi
telephone video..
http://rapidshare.com/files/78851561/telephone_1_.avi
online vids:
bhalobasi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teWpIZZmAtE
sono sudhijon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuE7LjuREno&mode=related&search=
akashe chorano mp3-
http://rapidshare.com/files/98777546/
AKASHE_CHHARANO_MEGHER_KACHHAKACHHI.mp3
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Thoughts
Where do I find someone
At this lonely hour of the night,
To share some thoughts,
To share some lines
That has been confined in my head.
No one-
But the empty pages of my diary,
And a pen mightier than the sword
Which seems to loose all its might.
A lonely star alone in the sky,
A lonely cat on the wall,
Its helpless cries
Haunting the darkened alleys.
Everything seems so numb,the world so quiet,
Seems Im the only one alive.
Loneliness intensifying as a chilly night's mist,
Surrounding me,shrouding me,
As there is no more life.
There is no escape,there is no light
Seems Im bound to die on this very night.
At this lonely hour of the night,
To share some thoughts,
To share some lines
That has been confined in my head.
No one-
But the empty pages of my diary,
And a pen mightier than the sword
Which seems to loose all its might.
A lonely star alone in the sky,
A lonely cat on the wall,
Its helpless cries
Haunting the darkened alleys.
Everything seems so numb,the world so quiet,
Seems Im the only one alive.
Loneliness intensifying as a chilly night's mist,
Surrounding me,shrouding me,
As there is no more life.
There is no escape,there is no light
Seems Im bound to die on this very night.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Great concerts,Great atmosphere
For the past few days the annual fest of various departments of a local college is going on and the have been bringing some good performers and bands including Indian Ocean,neel Mukherjee,James, Baul artists,4WD,Aman Ali,krosswindz etc and they have been playing some good music over there.And more are to come for next few days.The concerts are being held in an open air theatre which has a cool gallery for sitting at the back.One is bound to think that they are in the flower power days sitting there.Rock music is going on at the stage and people are sitting in the gallery drinking,smoking up and doping.You can see various groups of people sitting down the chillum doing rounds between them.The atmospher is so awesome there.A right place to enjoy the music with the right kind of audience(mostly).
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Mohiner Ghoraguli still rocks....
Well the old members still do.There was a concert by the 'ghoraguli' on 2nd february at baghajatin organised by Jyoti sangha.The 'mohins' did a concert after long thirty years they said but i remember them playing at J.U and i was present i that concert and im not 30 years old myself.Along with the old members there were few new vocalists and one of them was my school friend who now studies engineering at J.U.It was not a very good show as the singers were new abut all the nubers done by the old members were awesome.I really liked the 'baul jazz' and the jamming done by bulaDa and the guitarist.I also recorded some videos on my digicam.
I wish that the 'mohins'go on rocking this way forever...
I wish that the 'mohins'go on rocking this way forever...
An awesome boat ride
Yesterday i had an awesome boat ride at SRFTI.For those who dosnt know it ,its the film institute of satyajit ray neer peerless hospital in garia bypass.
It was not planned from before just me and some of my friends who went to SRFTI got together at jadavpur university like everyday and then after smoking up a bit we decided to head over there.It was the first time for me and i found the place very nice.One thing that was totally different from J.U was the number of people in the campus.You can hardly see two to three people in ten minutes.Then we heaed towards the lake for the boatinag and the lake was so beautiful.It was long,had islands in its centres and they were connected by small bridges and there were trees and wild bushes along the banks.It was like 8.30 pm and it was dark also with very little lighting and the moon was in ths sky.So it was a real trippy enviornment and i felt so peaceful after so many days.We paddeled the boat all over the lake,stopped it in between and did some more smoking up.It was so hard to leave the place.I have to go back soon,maybe im goin there tomorrow only.
It was not planned from before just me and some of my friends who went to SRFTI got together at jadavpur university like everyday and then after smoking up a bit we decided to head over there.It was the first time for me and i found the place very nice.One thing that was totally different from J.U was the number of people in the campus.You can hardly see two to three people in ten minutes.Then we heaed towards the lake for the boatinag and the lake was so beautiful.It was long,had islands in its centres and they were connected by small bridges and there were trees and wild bushes along the banks.It was like 8.30 pm and it was dark also with very little lighting and the moon was in ths sky.So it was a real trippy enviornment and i felt so peaceful after so many days.We paddeled the boat all over the lake,stopped it in between and did some more smoking up.It was so hard to leave the place.I have to go back soon,maybe im goin there tomorrow only.
Hooray for the p2p
after so many days of searching i found the song suzana by
here are the lyrics:
We sit together on the sofa
With the music way down low
waited so long for this moment
It's hard to think it's really so
The door is locked there's no one home
They've all gone out we're all alone
Su-sanna Su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
I put my arm aroud her shoulder
Run my fingers through her hair
It's a dream I can't believe it
It took so long it's only fair
And then the phone begins to ring
And a strangers voice on the other end of the line
Says oh wrong number sorry to waste your time
And i think to myself
Why now
Why me
Why.......
Su-sanna su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
Su-sanna Su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
Again I sit myself beside her
Try to take her hand in mine
The moment's gone the feeling's over
She looks around to find the time
Then she says could we just sit and chat
And I think well that's that
Susanna Susannna
Susanna I'm crazy loving you
Still we sit here on the sofa
With the stereo on ten
The magic's gone it's a disaster
There seems no point to start again
She says I think I'd better go
She says goodbye and I say... NO!
Su-sanna Su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
Su-sanna Su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
I'm so crazy loving you
Chris De Burgh
and the lyrics are wonderful and quite amusing too.here are the lyrics:
We sit together on the sofa
With the music way down low
waited so long for this moment
It's hard to think it's really so
The door is locked there's no one home
They've all gone out we're all alone
Su-sanna Su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
I put my arm aroud her shoulder
Run my fingers through her hair
It's a dream I can't believe it
It took so long it's only fair
And then the phone begins to ring
And a strangers voice on the other end of the line
Says oh wrong number sorry to waste your time
And i think to myself
Why now
Why me
Why.......
Su-sanna su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
Su-sanna Su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
Again I sit myself beside her
Try to take her hand in mine
The moment's gone the feeling's over
She looks around to find the time
Then she says could we just sit and chat
And I think well that's that
Susanna Susannna
Susanna I'm crazy loving you
Still we sit here on the sofa
With the stereo on ten
The magic's gone it's a disaster
There seems no point to start again
She says I think I'd better go
She says goodbye and I say... NO!
Su-sanna Su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
Su-sanna Su-sanna
Su-sanna I'm crazy loving you
I'm so crazy loving you
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Looted.......Yes me..
Yes i have been looted on the 1st November 2006..........Heres the story....
Me and some guys planned to visit Chandannagore,a small city about 60 kms from Kolakata which is famous for its Jagadhatri Puja.But like all plans all the guys backed out and at las me and only one guy called Gullu was ready for the trip and we decided to make the trip on my scooter.So got my scooter checked and after some work on it we left for Chandannagore at about 5.15pm on 1st November.The road was ok but my scooter's headlight was really ow so i had to drive at a low speed of about 40km/hr all the way as the highway and the G.T road was all dark and some pathces of it was bad too.After a few breaks of tea and cigsrettes we reached there at about 7.45 pm,parked my scooter at a parking and began walking.
It was really crowded,almost double than the crowd at Kolkata during its Durga Puja.So after visiting a few pandals which were really huge and really good we were frustrated and we headed towards the Ganga river to take rest.In between i had a really strong 'natures call' and had quite a trouble in finding me a decent bathroom.But luckily i was able to find one at last..hehe..
So at last after about 45 mins of walking we reached the Ganga river side,sat on its bank on a bench and smoked a joint.Then we took a boat across the river and came back again at about 1.30 am and had another joint.And now the real story begins.........
As we were sitting on the bench three fellow came and sat beside us and started chatting with us and one of them also had a joint with me as Gullu was quite high by this time.We chatted for some time,had water and biscuits together and started playing cards.Then one of them asked one of thei fellows to bring some cold drinks for all of us.The fellow returned with 'Frooti' and gave me and Gullu one bottle to drink and they drank form another two bottle.As Gullu was high he had only one gulp of it and i drank the rest.After five mins i felt something wrong in my head.....and then black-out.
After that when i returned to my senses i was just coming out from the ICU of a nursing home.I was admitted there till 3rd November.Well my money which was about 140 bucks and my mobile was gone and Gullu who had only 10 bucks on him was gone.Gullu in the meantime was admitted in another hospital.
Well what had happened was heard from my father and 2-3 of my friends.The police had found me wandering in a confused state in the morning and i somehow managed to give the mobile numbers of my father and 1-2 other numbers.Gullu on the other hand gave the number of one of his friends.And i had wandered a long way away from gullu who fell aslepp at the Ganga ghat itself.So my father and some friends went there and brought us back to Kolkata and got us admitted in hospitals.I was in a trance for almost another2-3 days after discharge from the nursing home.And i had no memory of the incidents that happened after i had the 'Frooti'.
I still dont know the fate of my scooter as i was brought back in the train.I had the keys and he parking ticket with me still the morning but then they went missing somehow.I think somebody from the crowd around me must have taken it and rode it away to glory and theres 99% chance that it is gone.Still the police who rescued me was really nice and gave his mobile number.I called him up and he asked me to come there one day and said that if the scooter is there i would have no problem in getting it back and he would help me in every possible way.
Well heres the whole story...and after this incident many things came infront of me...which i would post later...if i feel like..
And im still hoping that i get back my scooter the chance of which is almost nil.......
Me and some guys planned to visit Chandannagore,a small city about 60 kms from Kolakata which is famous for its Jagadhatri Puja.But like all plans all the guys backed out and at las me and only one guy called Gullu was ready for the trip and we decided to make the trip on my scooter.So got my scooter checked and after some work on it we left for Chandannagore at about 5.15pm on 1st November.The road was ok but my scooter's headlight was really ow so i had to drive at a low speed of about 40km/hr all the way as the highway and the G.T road was all dark and some pathces of it was bad too.After a few breaks of tea and cigsrettes we reached there at about 7.45 pm,parked my scooter at a parking and began walking.
It was really crowded,almost double than the crowd at Kolkata during its Durga Puja.So after visiting a few pandals which were really huge and really good we were frustrated and we headed towards the Ganga river to take rest.In between i had a really strong 'natures call' and had quite a trouble in finding me a decent bathroom.But luckily i was able to find one at last..hehe..
So at last after about 45 mins of walking we reached the Ganga river side,sat on its bank on a bench and smoked a joint.Then we took a boat across the river and came back again at about 1.30 am and had another joint.And now the real story begins.........
As we were sitting on the bench three fellow came and sat beside us and started chatting with us and one of them also had a joint with me as Gullu was quite high by this time.We chatted for some time,had water and biscuits together and started playing cards.Then one of them asked one of thei fellows to bring some cold drinks for all of us.The fellow returned with 'Frooti' and gave me and Gullu one bottle to drink and they drank form another two bottle.As Gullu was high he had only one gulp of it and i drank the rest.After five mins i felt something wrong in my head.....and then black-out.
After that when i returned to my senses i was just coming out from the ICU of a nursing home.I was admitted there till 3rd November.Well my money which was about 140 bucks and my mobile was gone and Gullu who had only 10 bucks on him was gone.Gullu in the meantime was admitted in another hospital.
Well what had happened was heard from my father and 2-3 of my friends.The police had found me wandering in a confused state in the morning and i somehow managed to give the mobile numbers of my father and 1-2 other numbers.Gullu on the other hand gave the number of one of his friends.And i had wandered a long way away from gullu who fell aslepp at the Ganga ghat itself.So my father and some friends went there and brought us back to Kolkata and got us admitted in hospitals.I was in a trance for almost another2-3 days after discharge from the nursing home.And i had no memory of the incidents that happened after i had the 'Frooti'.
I still dont know the fate of my scooter as i was brought back in the train.I had the keys and he parking ticket with me still the morning but then they went missing somehow.I think somebody from the crowd around me must have taken it and rode it away to glory and theres 99% chance that it is gone.Still the police who rescued me was really nice and gave his mobile number.I called him up and he asked me to come there one day and said that if the scooter is there i would have no problem in getting it back and he would help me in every possible way.
Well heres the whole story...and after this incident many things came infront of me...which i would post later...if i feel like..
And im still hoping that i get back my scooter the chance of which is almost nil.......
Monday, September 11, 2006
Jadavpur University--through the eyes of a non-student
Jadavpur University--the names only brings immense joy and whenever i hear its name i want to go there and hang out.
Yes,its a nice place to hang out.It has gardens,lakes,a nice bridge(which is now closed),playgrounds,lots of trees etc etc...i can go on forever.For the more non-scenic places there is the Lobby,department stairs and ledges and union rooms.All these places are perfect for a nice 'adda'.
Now the crowd...firstly the students.I was introdused to the J.U crowd thorugh a current student and im grateful to him for the rest of my life.The students are really welcoming and dont ignore you for being an outsider.I have mixed perfectly with students both younger and older than me.
Secondly the rest majority of the crowd are pass outs.They cannot leave the enigma of the J.U and keep coming back for more.They have their own groups and get along with the recent students too.I have friends in that batch too...icluding people aged 28,31 and even 40.
Then there are the guards...well they are a mixed breed.Some are out there to get you and others get along with everybody.I know some of them too.
And then there are the professors,non-teaching stuff and people living in the university campus.Well for the staff,as im not a student so i dont know them at all and thats the usual.From the staff quarters i know some of the fellows of my age who i can call my friends.This is my circle there.
And now the time passing.Well my main area of hanging out is the Lobby or the union room where i spend most of the time.At first there used to be pure 'adda' in Lobby.Then some games were brought in to pass the time.We started with dumb sharads,then antakshari and magnet,more recently and still continuing are the card game 29 and Ludo.
Then in the union room one can try his hands on the carrom or the table tennis.I suck big time in carrom but am somewhat ok in T.T.And i love playing it too.
In all the above activities,u can get tea to get along which is served right to you,wherever you are by the tea stall owners.
Well for other realxing and more enjoyable modes of hanging out may be having a beer or light booze in the department stairs.I have spent many a evening sitting beside the lake or on the bridge,smoked up and stoned at various degrees at various times and watch the evening grow into dying red dusk.It just feels awesome i tell you.the lake,trees,bridge all add up to the serenity.
There also a number of canteens where they serve lovely food at low prices.I sometimes eat here if i miss lunch at home.Well i guess theres nothing much to say about the canteens anymore i guess.
Also another very good thing about J.U is that u can attend the fest and other cultural programs of the departments without anyone stopping you for being an outsider.
I just love the spirit of J.U.Im very sad that it dosnt have my line of study i.e, commerce.Well but lets see i have a plan of getting into J.U in the PG course in english or comparative if i can get it.Well hoping for all the best.......
(well in this account the most of it is about the arts department where i frequent)
Yes,its a nice place to hang out.It has gardens,lakes,a nice bridge(which is now closed),playgrounds,lots of trees etc etc...i can go on forever.For the more non-scenic places there is the Lobby,department stairs and ledges and union rooms.All these places are perfect for a nice 'adda'.
Now the crowd...firstly the students.I was introdused to the J.U crowd thorugh a current student and im grateful to him for the rest of my life.The students are really welcoming and dont ignore you for being an outsider.I have mixed perfectly with students both younger and older than me.
Secondly the rest majority of the crowd are pass outs.They cannot leave the enigma of the J.U and keep coming back for more.They have their own groups and get along with the recent students too.I have friends in that batch too...icluding people aged 28,31 and even 40.
Then there are the guards...well they are a mixed breed.Some are out there to get you and others get along with everybody.I know some of them too.
And then there are the professors,non-teaching stuff and people living in the university campus.Well for the staff,as im not a student so i dont know them at all and thats the usual.From the staff quarters i know some of the fellows of my age who i can call my friends.This is my circle there.
And now the time passing.Well my main area of hanging out is the Lobby or the union room where i spend most of the time.At first there used to be pure 'adda' in Lobby.Then some games were brought in to pass the time.We started with dumb sharads,then antakshari and magnet,more recently and still continuing are the card game 29 and Ludo.
Then in the union room one can try his hands on the carrom or the table tennis.I suck big time in carrom but am somewhat ok in T.T.And i love playing it too.
In all the above activities,u can get tea to get along which is served right to you,wherever you are by the tea stall owners.
Well for other realxing and more enjoyable modes of hanging out may be having a beer or light booze in the department stairs.I have spent many a evening sitting beside the lake or on the bridge,smoked up and stoned at various degrees at various times and watch the evening grow into dying red dusk.It just feels awesome i tell you.the lake,trees,bridge all add up to the serenity.
There also a number of canteens where they serve lovely food at low prices.I sometimes eat here if i miss lunch at home.Well i guess theres nothing much to say about the canteens anymore i guess.
Also another very good thing about J.U is that u can attend the fest and other cultural programs of the departments without anyone stopping you for being an outsider.
I just love the spirit of J.U.Im very sad that it dosnt have my line of study i.e, commerce.Well but lets see i have a plan of getting into J.U in the PG course in english or comparative if i can get it.Well hoping for all the best.......
(well in this account the most of it is about the arts department where i frequent)
mediocre
Mediocre--I think this word brings fear to many hearts-fear of being mediocre.
I belong to this class too.But i guess im not ashamed of this status.I have been mediocre from birth.
I was born into a mediocre family,i have been mediocre in studies all my life,mediocre in sports,painting and in everything i guess.Well i guess im godd at somethings and suck big time in other things too.
Well the idea of staying in the middle,doin a bit more than the required has its own joys.Though im not satisfied at being mediocre at everything-like i wish i would put a little more effort in my studies and get better results.Well this thought dawned on me quite recently and i know i can do it if i try.
Lets see how my life goes,do i stay to be a mediocre or i get above it....only time will prove.
I belong to this class too.But i guess im not ashamed of this status.I have been mediocre from birth.
I was born into a mediocre family,i have been mediocre in studies all my life,mediocre in sports,painting and in everything i guess.Well i guess im godd at somethings and suck big time in other things too.
Well the idea of staying in the middle,doin a bit more than the required has its own joys.Though im not satisfied at being mediocre at everything-like i wish i would put a little more effort in my studies and get better results.Well this thought dawned on me quite recently and i know i can do it if i try.
Lets see how my life goes,do i stay to be a mediocre or i get above it....only time will prove.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Time
I sit around,stoned,and see the time fly by....seconds become minutes,minutes becomes hour and hours into days.It all happens infront of my eyes...the world changes,relations being made and broken,lovers unite and break.....but nothing seems to bother me anymore.
Like time I seem to remain constant,always in my place.Though sometimes i do feel some emotions,thoughts and feelings buildilg up inside the deepesnt layers of my mind or heart...but they are too subtle to bother me or to get noticed.I feel too llethergic and lazy to take part in the activities of the world.
My day seems to dawn at noon and end at dawn.I dont know what im here for or my mission in life.I just hope everything falls in their correct place and i salil through them as sailing on calm waters.Music seems to keep me awake at the lonesome hours at the night.I always otherwise thry to be in company as much as possible.It is not that i will die if i dont have company but i like to keep myself involved in the conversations....
Well i dont wanna blabber any more...just wanted to write something,note some feelings down.
Like time I seem to remain constant,always in my place.Though sometimes i do feel some emotions,thoughts and feelings buildilg up inside the deepesnt layers of my mind or heart...but they are too subtle to bother me or to get noticed.I feel too llethergic and lazy to take part in the activities of the world.
My day seems to dawn at noon and end at dawn.I dont know what im here for or my mission in life.I just hope everything falls in their correct place and i salil through them as sailing on calm waters.Music seems to keep me awake at the lonesome hours at the night.I always otherwise thry to be in company as much as possible.It is not that i will die if i dont have company but i like to keep myself involved in the conversations....
Well i dont wanna blabber any more...just wanted to write something,note some feelings down.
Monday, August 28, 2006
DURGA PUJA
Yes.....i can feel it in the air now...well honestly speaking,im not.though im trying to. Well today we went out for the first time this season to collect 'chanda' or donations for the puja.And now this is the start......
I still remember my younger days when we would stop all our studies the moment the bamboos were brought in for the pandal construction.And as the construction progressed,the bamboo structures were put up we would climb on them and play various games.Last year i also tried climbing those bamboos but as i went to the height of say15 feet i started feeling scared and climed down.And when i was a kid i would climb all the way up which would be around 30 feet or more.
Hmmm.......those were the really fun days..no worry,no tensions...only tension was getting home by the deadline set by parents and passing exams in school.Wish i could really go back into those days!!!!!
I still remember my younger days when we would stop all our studies the moment the bamboos were brought in for the pandal construction.And as the construction progressed,the bamboo structures were put up we would climb on them and play various games.Last year i also tried climbing those bamboos but as i went to the height of say15 feet i started feeling scared and climed down.And when i was a kid i would climb all the way up which would be around 30 feet or more.
Hmmm.......those were the really fun days..no worry,no tensions...only tension was getting home by the deadline set by parents and passing exams in school.Wish i could really go back into those days!!!!!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
totally pissed off
today im feeling totally fucked up and my minds going hayward.....im stoned and that hasnt provided the relief it should have otherwise.everything seems useless now...my life,my career,my future...everything.i dont know why but sometimes i feel like this and the present chain of events around me has added fuel to the situation.i thik i will have to go for a ride after sometime in the early dawn air...i dunno if any of you has experienced this morning ride but it clears up your mind unlike anything and refreshes you too....
i dont know who invented the internet nor the person who has the idea of blogs,but i really thank em all for providing many people a place to empty out their feelings who otherwise have no place to let it vent out.
i dont know who invented the internet nor the person who has the idea of blogs,but i really thank em all for providing many people a place to empty out their feelings who otherwise have no place to let it vent out.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Ambition
Ambition!the word seems so funny to me.when you are a kid everybody asks you what is your ambition in life....what do you want to become when you grow up.well the answers can be funny too.
As for myself,i wanted to be a taxi driver when i grew up.the idea of roaming the whole city in a car fascinated me.and you can earn in that way also.well such is the mind when you arer a kid.
I remember one of my friends wanted be a "Hero" in cinemas and do all the fighting with villians.
Well some kids also had the family instilled ambitions of being a doctor,engineer or scientist without even knowing what they really are and what they really do.
Well considering the present conditon of mine the possibility of me being a cab driver cant be denied.well but it may change also to an autorickshaw driver...:-) considering i may not be able to buy even a taxi for me....
As for myself,i wanted to be a taxi driver when i grew up.the idea of roaming the whole city in a car fascinated me.and you can earn in that way also.well such is the mind when you arer a kid.
I remember one of my friends wanted be a "Hero" in cinemas and do all the fighting with villians.
Well some kids also had the family instilled ambitions of being a doctor,engineer or scientist without even knowing what they really are and what they really do.
Well considering the present conditon of mine the possibility of me being a cab driver cant be denied.well but it may change also to an autorickshaw driver...:-) considering i may not be able to buy even a taxi for me....
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
some pictures
lately i have been trying my hands on photography.though my photography weapon is only a crammy nokia 6610i and it returns a noit very clear picture....still its enough for me.
now let the pics do the talking:
sign on a to be opened liquor shop which reads:
break the black hand of the owner of the liquor shop.
my picture in a mysterious surrounding
the bridge at jadavpur university.from this
angle dosnt it look like the howrah bridge?
same bridge closed due to rotten wood planks.
well supposedly...............................
another angle...with the lake beneath it.
l
now let the pics do the talking:
sign on a to be opened liquor shop which reads:
break the black hand of the owner of the liquor shop.
my picture in a mysterious surrounding
the bridge at jadavpur university.from this
angle dosnt it look like the howrah bridge?
same bridge closed due to rotten wood planks.
well supposedly...............................
another angle...with the lake beneath it.
l
29
well haveyou ever played the card game 29?if not you dont know the charm of the game.at first i was very reluctant to play it,but now that i have got into it,i cant give it up.so everytime,well which is everyday i get around with friends we start playing 29 and continue upto 4-5 hours at a stretch.
well pleasures of leading a useless life.
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