rhymes on a sunny afternoon...

It would be better
If birds of the same feather,
Flocked together...
For when odd birds gather,
times turn less happy more sadder.

It will stay that way ,
If it was love anyway,
He wouldve stayed forever ,
If it had been love, ever...
But because it was so never,
The parting was clever
If only the tech hadnt played spoilsport,
I wouldve been an easier scapegoat.

Those were sunny days when these lines he wrote,
Il stay even when all go,
Just dont part with me ,though,
I may seem to want so.

But now the days are bettered,
I can live on my own, unfettered,
By expectations of an aimless soul,
Bridged to freedom without a toll.

Haagu sundari aar Fart Maharajer Biye

This is a short story in bengali .My first bengali short story dedicated to my bengali roommate -sudeshna

Ek Je chilo raja .taar bishaal rajyo.Taar haathi shaale koti koti haathi.tarr gora shaale anek gulo gora.Aar bishal ekti Shaino. raajyo naam chilo chi chi rajyo.Fart maharajer videhsi naamero ekti kaaran.Onar baba pedo Maharaj Biyo karlen ekti videshi Raj konna ke-Stinky Princess.Taai engrijei naam deya holo Raj Putro k.Bado maharajer Ekdin khub jor haagu pelo.Paykhana gharei haagu shonge praan berie gelo.Akale mrityur kaarane singhasane Fart rajkumar ke boshte holo.Shinghasane baso shahaj na.Prajader shaamne fart kara khub lajja janak bishoy.Aar toh kono upay chilo na,taai eta shobche bhalo solution mane holo.
Ek bachor holo ekhun rajar jono ekti ranir darkar mone holo praja der.Tai ekti ranir khoj shuru holo.Anek gulo shipahi ashe paasher deshe khujte berolo khoj nite.Paasher desher gandho Maharajer kanna chilo haagu shundari.Shipahira eshe jana raja ke.
Ek ti sundar Basant kaler dine,fart maharaj berolen .Fart maharajar niyom chilo ek ghanta par par fart karar .Raj kaanar shonge dekha hobe taai shaara raat one fart karechen khushite.Gorar pithe boshe ekti jore fart kare tak bakiya gora chutiye raj kanno ke dekhte choll len.5 ghnata aar 10 ti paader pore oni nammle gandho rajar mahale.Raj kanno chute chute paikhanaye jaachilo.Onio pichon pichon gaechen paikhana dike.Okhane darjar niche chilo ekti fank.Fank diye dekhlen haagu sundari pat pat kare haagu kore chole che.Dekhe onar khub aanando hoyeche.Mane bhablen aar amar banshe keyo paikhanaye koshto peye maara jaabena.Aei Devi amar Jibon sukhod karedibe.
Aar samay na nashto kore oni biye prastab niye gechen Gandho Rajar kaache.Kintu Gandho raja toh aage theke haagu sundarir biye thik kare rekhe chilo Potty maharajer Shonge.Potty Maharajer Mahale prakhyat Designer ra Bishaal Potty toiri kore chilo.Oni chaiten je Onar meye Ke Jibone konodin dukhon na hoy.Je hetu Poty te Raj kanna shobche beshi samay kaato taai Paikhana ta sundar thaakle or dukho hoto na je badir paikhana chede jaa che.
Kintu haagu sudarir Potty Maharaj k pochondo chilo na.Jakhan haagu sundari Fart maharaj ke dekhlo paikhana theke beriye,prathom dekhatei onar preme pode gelo.Babar ichcha haagu sundari jaanto taai chankrani ke diye prem patra likhe patha lo Fart Maharaj ke.Fart maharaj patro peye aanande aabar bodo fart korlen.Onio shaino ke diye chitthi pathalen je raate nite aashben.
Jakhon Raatri holoHaagu sundari mahaler shaamne eshe daariye gelo.Fart maharaj o gora niye eshe gelen.Haagu sundari ke dekhe ekta fart kore fellen.haagu sundari lajjaye chokh nichu kare nilo.Du joni gorar upare boshe Chi Chi Rajyote Jaachilen.Kintu aaro ek jon chilon oder pichone.Gandho rajar Mantri –aar haagu sundarir premi-Bomi Seth.Fart maharajer gandhor aawaj sune o ghum theke uthe gelo.Aaro ek du to shipahi k Maharaj ke Khabar dite pathiye ,o pichone cholte lagla.Ek du ghantar parei Gandho maharajare shaina Fart Maharje gorar kaache aashte laglo.Haagu sundari bhoy chote haagu karte shuru kare dilo.Haagur gondho sukhe Fart maharjo jor kore fart korlo.Farter gondho suke pichoner shop shipahi palate shuru karlo .Tokhoni Fart maharj Chi Chi bhumi te dukhe porlen aar Gandho maharaj pichon Roe gelo.
Chi Chi Rajyo te Khub aando Chilo Shei din.Prajader jonno bodo bhoj holo aar ekti nutun Paikhana Khola holo prajar jono.Anande shb Haagu kareche nutun Paikhanae.Aamio chilam she din.Eta Haagu jibone dekhi ni.
Haagu sundar aar fart maharaj tokhontheke BhaloBhabe aanek din Rajj karlen chichi rajyo te.

Loving J...........

Im in love with Jnu.No matter where I live Im sure il miss dis place.This is Home .More of a home than the place where my family lives.There are reasons ofcourse.This is the place I feel Ive been most loved.In a way pampered.Pampered by friends ,teachers and strangers.Even when I give bad papers I end up getting good grades.When I have doubts the teachers seem to read my eyes.I just love the culture here.Where else do u find profs teaching international trade in class and then making musicals on Ramayana with rock and jazz compositions.And I doubt if there are seminars in others institutions where wine is served with dinner :P(free!).Not to mention the doubt clearing sessions in the canteen where the profs treat u ,and the tea and biscuits that they insist u take while writing ur exam.This after uve paid just a paltry sum of rs.263 for the entire semester.They even gave us toffees first day of the class!

Figment of my Imagination

Made innumerable castles in the sky,
In the belief that I was the apple of your eye,
I spent away precious nights ,awake, staring …..
My make believe world had a pedestal for you,
Wherefrom your words sounded like commands.
Swelling with pride I’d complete each demand ,
And cry , at your reprimands.
Dreams I wove around uncertain futures ,
Everything changed in them..
All people I knew deserted me,but You,
The figment of my imagination stayed in them,like my anchor.
We met once,just once,walked around a circular maze,
They say people lose their way there
I lost You.
You,the figment of my imagination,forever smiling in my make believe world,
But actually nowhere……

List of places I went to and new people who left an impression to in 2009-

Chennai -1.caretaker

2.Tamilian who gave me a lift

3.The gulti family from Madhya pradesh

OOty - Encircled in the warmth of Ritika And Sudeshna

Bangalore -the auto driver who gave free advice on my way to the museum

Delhi-No comments.Its best to forget disgusting impressions

A month Later

Back to Delhi-This time as a student In DSE

My classmates and friends-Geeta Nidhi and Kripi

The friends i made in the paying guest-Sreyoshi,Fairy,Akriti,Piu,Vinita,Lucky and Mehak

10 days of pure fun despite DSE, because of these people around me.

JNU-Its in Delhi but its a world in itself

Lavanya,Sudeshna(my roomie),archita shakhi,sunanda,Priyanka,Tia,all the ppl in Jnu-staff and students I came across left me happy .

Osian(rajasthan)-Our driver to Jodhpur(i loved his moustache),the perfect salesman ( a 14 year old kid taking care of his shop in the absence of his father)

Gudeh(rajathan)

Jodhpur-The Bata salesmen

kalka

Shimla

Kullu- Manali

Rohtang-The salesman who saved me from dying thanks to his cheap windsheater suites.

Ive a feeling there were too many salesmen who left an impression.

Back to Kolkata to wrap up the year -the salesman(Yet again!) in MG road whom be bought belts from.Il easy fall for a salesman ! god save me

year 2009

Year 2009 -good bye.

You have been the most amazing year of my 22 years on this planet.I give an honest account.

Lats year this time I was dancing away the night at my neighbours new year party .It was fun but not really what I wanted.I wanted something else then ,someone other than the neighbours or my family members.The first few months went off with one minor and another major hiccoup in my long distance relationship.

Down South:

In May we planned to go south.We-Ritika ,sudeshna and me.Actually they had an exam -The entrance for the Madras School of Economics and I had convinced my father that I was going for a holiday with my friends -or so I thought.On the day of the departure my father realized to his horror that I was actually gonna go for a holiday with just 2 other girls .Naturally he burst out in his usual sarcastic way.I was just feeling depressed and angry with my friends for not having told me earlier that in all probability there would be no sight seeing in Madras and I was to be sitting in some cyber cafe to check the train ticket status for the next part of the journey.They had plans to meet their freinds and relatives in bengaluru too ,so basically the "3 friends together having fun " part were only the 3-4 days in ooty in the 10 day schedule.I got a phone call from a fellow who was the world to me in those days,at that point of time.A little bit of pep talk from him and i was shinning bright,a happy eager traveller.

We passed almost two days in unbearable heat of the peak summer season across the eastern plains of the Great Indian terrain in an overcrowded ,dirty and rickety Train to Chennai.Then we headed to a guest house.The next morning I did something I'd never done before.I went travelling alone in a new city without any other person known to me .The thrill of being on my own wothout parents or even friends was great.But to say that i was independent would be wrong.The guest house caretaker walked with me to the bus stand( I just asked him for directions).Some old Uncle in the Bus cum Van like vehicle gave me directions to the tourism department office(this came free I didnt even ask for directions).Again after walking a couple of minutes I asked for further directions .This time I was ridding pillion on a middle aged tamilian's scooter to my destination.( Fancy getting a lift instead of directions!).Chennaites just love to help around tourists, i thought.Once in the tourist bus I wondered when I'd get to hear some beloved Hindi words after an hours had elapsed sitting in the bus with tamil,telugu words constantly hitting my ears .Then suddenly a little kid spoke out in Hindi.I almost jumped of my seat In excitement.He was Vamshi.And soon I was talking in Hindi to Vamshi's sister Kirthi and Mother Vijaya .They were Gultis living in Madhya Pradesh.Soon I became a part of their group and they were adressing me out as "baby come here" whenever I was a little behind or away from them.I visited temples ,saree shops ,snake park-a reptilian zoo ,an auditorium and the beautiful marina beach tagging along with them.A family away from my family.Was this gods way of ensuring that I wasnt aloneThe Next destination was ooty.no actually it was first a train to Mettupaliyam


This quiet little hill station was the first thing i saw that morning.We had already entered the station and most passengers had left bythe time we woke up.Thankfully it was the last station and the train was in no hurry.
From here we travelled on a winding road to ooty-when despite my earnest request the engine driver of the scottish little toy train didnt permit us to have a seat in his engine cabin .The ooty story is long and memorable so il continue it in another blog post.


The next destination after ooty was bengaluru.Il not harp much on this part because it is here that i decided to part way with my friends for 1.5 days and spend it with my maternal uncle's family.From the relations point of view oit was a good decision but from the friends point of view it wasnt.In a way I ditched sudeshna by leaving her in the hotel in the belief that she had enough relations to take care of her there and i certainly wasnt a part of her plans so I could just move out .Now I think may be staying back woudve been a better idea.Firstly because we had come together and it was kinda rude and secondly coz my maternal uncle's wife wasnt the same woman I was so fond of as a child.She had started hating human society for what all downturns she had gone through in life.Her son was too busy shifting postions between his T.V. and computer to notice my existence.Not that she was rude .She was just not the happy person I knew once.She did take me out .I had icecreams in the rain ,bought a kind of bag i wanted for a very long time ,saw U.B. City and had an eggy muffin thanks to the dominating -i always right attitude of my aunt .The next morning I cooked up a nice story about friends waiting In M.G road and sneaked out to be on my own.Free again!.I breathed a healthy breath in the gheelishious more than 80 year old MTR restaurant.Then a warded off a stalker and almost fell asleep in the Lal bagh gardens before scampering off to a museum-technological ,to spend some time .At 6 the guards shooed me from the museum and i was left with no alternaive but to call a friend who worked in some office near bye.I spend the next 2 hours hanging around with him on Brigade Road.We went to church and searched around streets for some cookies he wanted me to have.In between I had the yummy ice cream corner chocolate fudge and killed time in an open air CCD .This brought me to the end of my bengaluru trip nad before i realized i was heading back home.

One fine day the Jnu protesting bug would attack me too!This was something I'd never imgained.The usual sloganeering,relay hunger strikes,midnight candle light protest walks... all seemed a bit of an exaggeration to me .Not that I didnt feel for the issues ,what was the point of screaming and shouting yourself hoarse when no one was there to hear to you.The picture above is that of the Administration block .JNU Prashasan Bhavan.....to be continued