Monday, November 8, 2010

A speech by Chetan Bhagat.

I found this speech really inspiring and motivating. Have a look.



Spark

speech given at the orientation program for the new batch of MBA students
Symbiosis, Pune, July 24, 2008
© Chetan Bhagat

Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated.  The first day in college is one of them.  When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates – there is so much to be curious about. I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not all the time.
Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party – several months in advance – just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.
I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost.   So how to save the spark?
Imagine the spark to be a lamp’s flame. The first aspect is nurturing – to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.
To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn’t any external measure – a certain cost to company pay package, a particular car or house. Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. But it isn’t the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr. Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won’t be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive Just getting better from current levels feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.
Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature’s design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.
There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.
You must have read some quotes – Life is a tough race, it is a marathon or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.
One last thing about nurturing the spark – don’t take life seriously. One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said – don’t be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It’s ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
I’ve told you three things – reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.
Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don’t go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades – how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you. But it’s life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember – if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that’s where you want to be.
Disappointment’ s cousin is  Frustration, the second storm.  Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don’t know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to  a release. Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved – movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result – at least I was learning how to write scripts, having a side plan – I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life – friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.
Unfairness – this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it – not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let’s be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don’t. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don’t get literary praise. It’s ok. I don’t look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It’s ok. Don’t let unfairness kill your spark.
Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is Isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. And you may drop some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and then others.
There you go. I’ve told you the four thunderstorms – disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.
I welcome you again to the most wonderful  years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it now more than any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying – I come from the land of a billion sparks.
Thank You.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Shubho Bijoya

Well..Pujo Pujo Pujo..and now it's over.Another 349 days to go for the next Pujo.Looking forward.
Aschhe bochhor abaar hobe
Bochhor bochhor abar hobe..

Shubho Bijoya

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Nabami

Had been to North Calcutta today with Ma,Baba and Moima. Saw some of the pandals that I wait eagerly whole year round to see. These include Bagbazar, Shobhabazar Rajbari, Ahiritola, Kumartuli Park Sarbojanin.I visit these pandals every year. The pandal at Bagbazar is just an ordinary pandal,but the idol is breathtakingly beautiful.I am bowled over by the beauty everytime I see it. Like the one at Maddox Square, this idol at Bagbazar is also one that I cherish forever.I really do not know what but there's some magic in the idol that enthralls me evrytime. Each time I see the idol,I enjoy watching it more and more.
Similarly the idols at Shobhabazar Rajbari and Shobhabazar Rajbati are also wonderful.Visiting these places brings one closer to one's roots.After all this is the real Calcutta.North Calcutta
Kumartuli Park had made their pandal based on the theme "Kalchakra".The interiors of the pandal was done so brilliantly with sculptures of Rama, Krishna, Radha.However I did not like the idol. Thanks to the theme concept their idol did not evoke any awe or respect somehow.This is something that pulls me to Bagbazar, Maddox Square every year. They maintain the tradition. Some things are best kept unchanged and untouched.
Ahiritola had made an underwater show in their pandal interiors.The interior was a bit clumsy but may be in the evening the effect would be better. The pandal looked like a jetty with a few boats and the inside was as if under the sea. Lots of fish and corals were strewn around.Their idol was metallic in nature.
Telengabagan's pandal was one that I visited for the first time this year. I felt that it was a bit overhyped. I mean there are many not so famous,less hyped pandals of similar stature.However, Kankurgachi's Mitali Sangha's pandal was really magnificent.The decoration was done with thread. Many scenes from mythology was depicted in thread art.I could only gape at it in awe. It was beautiful.

This year I have done a lot of pandal hopping. Loved the "Pujo parikrama" this time. Nabami signifies almost the end of the Pujas. I am feeling a bit sad. However I am looking forward to next year's and am already counting days. When will October 1,2011 arrive?Oh when oh when?

Friday, October 15, 2010

Best Puja Gift

How would you feel if one fine day you get to hear that everything that you had planned for a whole year gets cancelled due to unavoidable circumstances?Well that is what happened to me. A few days before Shasthi I got the news that our annual ritual of going out for lunch with school friends was not to happen this year. I was so dismayed.
But when Kasturi called up the other day informing me of a new plan to go out on Ashtami, I was elated.

Nature did not play spoilsport at all. The weather was perfect. We ( Kasturi,Mouli,Sukanya and myself) enjoyed a lot. Sukanya and I had reached first and so did a bit of pandal hopping. Then we headed straight to Hatari where we got our seat pretty early. Thanks to Kasturi's brother booking a table for us :-)
After a lot of discussion we finally zeroed in on the menu. It was Tandoori chicken (everyone's FAVOURITE), Mixed chowmein,Chilli Lamb, Sweet n sour chicken and fresh lime soda.
As usual we were overfed and could hardly walk.We took a cab to Maddox square. This is one pandal that I try not to miss. There's nothing special about the pandal,but the idol is so mesmerising. After our adda session we came back home. Enjoyed the day a lot,don't know whether we'll be able to meet again or not next year or in the years to follow (although next year shasthi's on oct 1st which is a saturday). But today's day out will be treasured in my memory forever fondly..

And I give a lot of credit to Kasturi for organising it so well:-)Thanks Kasturi!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Saptami












Despite the feet ache not diminishing.despite the weather not being so fantastic(sometimes it was very very sunny and sometimes the scorching heat was unbearable) I went out Pandal hopping with Ma. We targetted the pandals of South Calcutta today. Starting with Mudiyali,to Shibmandir to S R Das Road (where we offered our Anjali) to Pratapaditya Road, Badamtala, 66 Pally,Bosepukur Sitalamandir to Bosepukur Talbagan to Singhi Park to Ekdalia Evergreen to Falguni Sangha to Jodhpur Park to Babubagan to Salimpur Pally...it was a tiring day.But at the end of it, I am extremely satisfied with today's venture. Some of the pandals that caught my fancy were  Singhi Park (Golden Temple), Bosepukur Talbagan( made out of plastic bottles and plastic "jhuris") and Jodhpur Park (toy house).Babubagan's pandal was also good but I found the darkness in the pandal very conducive to accidents especially in the rush hours.Badamtala had painted the nearby houses in the likes of their pandal and the entire appearance was very colorful.66 Pally had used umbrellas (very apt I must say!Scorching heat and depression!)

Overall,it was a good day..

 For a complete preview of my album please copy and paste the following link in your browser :

http://picasaweb.google.com/suchetana.gupta/Saptami?authkey=Gv1sRgCL-TxKzZrv6UVA&feat=directlink

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Experince: My first whole night trip on a Puja night



Yesterday was Mahapanchami.The first (officially Debi Durga's Bodhon takes place on a shashthi evening though!) day of the carnival called Durga Puja.Thousands (may be even lakhs!I am not sure) of people come out dressed in their new garments,trying to soak up every bit of the fun and frolic of the festive season.Every year I read about how so many people go pandal hopping the entire night,many friends and relatives also go.So this year I decided even I had to go. I could not miss out.Hoping to find the "superstars", "megastars" to be less crowded,we (Ma,Baba,Monai and me) ventired out at a little past 11:30pm.Our first destination was Sreebhumi Sporting Club. The lighting was amazing. Anything from toytrain to Paul the octopus(with Waka Waka playing at the background) to Kargil war was depicted in the lights.The pandal was towering.Although I couldn't quite make out what was it thay they actually wanted to depict.The chandelier was awesome. The idol was normal,nothing extraordinary.
Next we saw two amazing pandals at DumDum Park Tarun Sangha and Dumdum Park Bharat Chakra. The former had made the pandal with 700kg of towels.The overall ensemble was beautiful.Bharat Chakra had made a moving pandal.Every decoration was moving. The pandal was designed as a chariot because it also symbolised movement. Then we saw a few more Pujas and came to College Square. They make the same idol every year, the same chandelier. This time the interior was designed on the lines of the Louvre Museum, France.The reflection of the pandal on the waters of College Square is a must watch. I was totally bowled over.By this time it was already 4am. We started on our return journey. There was a huge traffic jam on College Street. nonetheless fighting the jam we reached home by 4:30.Tired we were,but I was highly satisfied with this unique experience.It was beautiful sight to watch the pandlas and the entire city decked up to welcome the Goddess.
Shubho Shasthi!

Here's a link to all the pictures:
http://picasaweb.google.com/suchetana.gupta/Panchami2010?authkey=Gv1sRgCP2fr-2wyoyAZA&feat=directlink

( Please copy and paste it on your browser  )

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Another old post

MEMORIES OF PRIMARY SCHOOL
Posted on December 20, 2008


The other day as I sat listening to a wonderful show on the radio where the
host was talking about his schooldays,memories of my childhood came into my
mind and I started reminiscing about my childhood.
Those were the golden days of my life with so much joy,carefree
life,innocence,togetherness....will they ever come back?
I know the answer is "no",but......I wish......
Like most of the kids,I loved to go to school.The teachers of my school
were truly like mothers.In Lower & Upper Kindergarten(which we fondly
referred to as LKG & UKG),we had classes from 7:45 to 11:15.I remember as
the last period approached,tears would start streaming down my cheeks,the
reason was that as both my parents were working,I had none to look after me
at home,so I had to go to a creche situated just a few houses away from
home,and due to some unknown reason,I never liked going there.I would wail
in the class demanding to go home.My teachers tried to pacify me by even
drawing my sorrowful face on the blackboard,but it was of no avail.My class
teacher in LKG,a certain Maria Miss even complained to my parents on the
"parent-teacher" meeting!She not being well versed with bengali would sound
so funny when she tried repeating my wails.It was like this:I'd cry as "AMI
BARI JABO and she'd get the verb form mixed up and say"AMI BARI JABE"!!! In
UKG,our class teacher,Babli Miss went on leave and we had another
teacher,Soma Miss who lived near my school and she offered to keep me at
her place after school everyday till my mother would return from office.I
sincerely appreciate her act and wonder if more and more children get the
priviledge to have such fabulous human beings as their teachers.coming back
to Babli Miss,I had a "GET WELL SOON" card ready for her,which I'd planned
to send her through one of the teachers,but somehow it didn't materialise
and till a few years back the card remained with a note written in my
childish writing.
Primary school began with different timings,11:30 to 4:15.I remember the
school bus would drop us to school by 11:15 and we'd rush to our classrooms
to leave our bags and then run down to play in the grounds.Our playground
was huge compared to our sizes then!We'd play all kinds of games like "hide
and seek","catching","colourman","racing","help sister","lock and key";we'd
also pretend having mystery to solve in imitation of the "famous five"!Then
as the bell would go,we'd again rush back to class where we had a prayer
session.Everyday a girl would recite the prayer verse from the office room
which would be played in each classroom through the sound boxes,then our
principal Sister Reshma would sing a verse which would be sung by all of
us.I still remember the first few words of the morning prayer:"Our Father
in Heaven,Holy be thy name,Thy kingdom come,Thy will be done.Give us today
thy Holy Bread...."
Music lessons with dear Philip sir was fun.He'd play beautiful songs on the
piano for us.From him we learnt innumerable melodies.Of them my favourite
continues to be "I have a dream" till today.The words were so inspiring.



I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream

I still remember the blackboard where Sir would write down the words of the
song that we were supposed to learn that day.He would even explain them to
us.Another very favourite song was "Do it now".It had inspiring words too.

Ours was a Convent school,so we had much music throughout the year with
prayer songs topping our list.Christmas meant a lot of celebrations with
fun,frolic and more music.Either Philip Sir or Ashit Sir-our dance teacher
would dress as Santa on the day our school closed for winter vacations,it
would be usually on the 23rd or 22nd December.We would be taught the
practice of sharing with others and we had a gift giving session when each
of us would carry gifts in the form of
biscuits,jams,pickles,clothes,blankets,etc to be donated to the poor and
the needy.
The teachers who loved me a loooooooooooot and were equally loved by me
were Nisha Miss,our class teacher in class III and IV,Sushmita Miss,our
Bengali teacher(she loved my handwriting and often praised me!),Philip
sir,Reba Miss,our Games teacher.The Games periods were our favourite,we'd
do a few rounds of routine marching and then we had the liberty to play as
much as we wanted to.
Nisha Miss was such a favourite with us that I remember feeling very sad on
being promoted to class IV because it meant losing her as our class
teacher.I remember walking up to her with my friend Nandini to thank her
for being a lovely teacher,and you can imagine our joy to see her as our
class teacher again in class IV!
In class II,our class teacher was Mrs.Chandana Kar who was a very
sophisticated lady and wanted to make us one too and she taught us to greet
her in the morning as "Good Morning Mrs.Kar" instead of our usual "good
morning miss" and in the evenings we had to say "Thank You Mrs.Kar,Good
evening Mrs.Kar And Bye-Bye Mrs.Kar"!
I have very vague memories of classI,don't know why but probably because
our class teacher,Mrs.Rekha Bhattacharya wasn't that friendly with us and
she'd always be scolding all of us! But I remember sitting beside Somhrita
and Ritwika and we'd play "doctor-doctor" where I'd invariably agree to
play the patient (being the submissive one always) ,Somhrita,the doctor and
Ritwika,the nurse. I remember carrying bread to school everyday for tiffin
and Ritwika carried apples and neither of us liked our tiffin and would
feed the crows from the windows.I remember our bengali teacher,a certain
Bibha Miss who taught us to write essays.She would write the essay on the
board and we had to copy them down in our notebooks.
Our school had a lot of events lined up for us to participate in.I always
took part in the writing and speech competetions and often won accolades
for them.I also did well in the "flower arrangement" competetion having
stood 1st in successive years.In the functions,I'd always take part in
music,dance was something that I just couldn't and was allergic too! So the
Dance lessons were my least favourite ones!
I had so many wonderful friends in school-Roma,who was in the same section
always with me till we left school from UKG(when she
joined),Sootrisa,Madhurima,Sukanya,Mahmootha,Ritwika.....they remain close
friends of mine even today.I remember once in class IV,our principal,
Sr.Reshma,who used to take our Moral science classes,punished me and
sootrisa by sending us out of the classroom for giggling during the
prayer.We were giggling over a very silly thing,i remember it but I won't
divulge that!Let that remain one secret from my schooldays.
We had regular "Parent-teacher meetings" and though every time the teachers
spoke well of me,I always felt nervous attending them!Being a very
goody-goody,studious girl,I was always in my teachers' good books.May be
that's why I loved my school all the more and still feel so nostalgic when
I see some child in the same blue frock or white shirt and blue skirt with
navy blue socks and black ballerina shoes.........


Another old post that I had written down elsewhere on Summer Vacations

summer vacations
Posted on December 20, 2008
It's that time of the year when colleges and schools have vacations for a
whole month.Seeing my aunt ( a teacher) at home reminded me of the many
summer vacations that i had once had.How i would wait for the middle of may
for the school to close,not that i didn't like school,but...vacations
charmed me more,even today it has not changed.

Summer afternoons remind me so much of my grandma,whom i lovingly called
"ummi".She used to be an ardent television watcher and every afternoon,i
remember,she'd watch the serials on doordarshan.there were so many and my
cousin and i would often watch them with her.vacations were a time to watch
tv shows.i especially remember watching serials like
"aurat","shanti","swabhimaan" and the like.

My mother was a member of the local library"JAGARANI PATHAGAR" and i
remember she used to bring so many books by different authors which were at
that time not suitable for my reading.but i would lie on the floor,often
under the bed and read them while ummi would relax on the bed.she had a
programme till 2:30 afterwhich she would come downstairs to relax in the
ground floor bedroom(as hers on the 1st floor was unbearably hot) and she'd
ask me."tutul,ghumobi na?mati te keno?" and i'd make an excuse of feeling
hot and hence continued reading books.

even earlier,while in primary school,summer holidays meant loads of
homework.they included writing an essay each time invariably on"how i spent
my holidays".and this was a topic that was a favourite with the teachers
and till high school,teachers kept asking at least,the same
question!primary school homeworks(or fondly abbreviated in the school diary
as HHW) also included an exercise of increasing the vocabulary by learning
5 new words daily.handwriting practice was also a common task.

Summer holidays meant a lot of friends going out for trips but having
recently had a trip in the easter holidays,it meant that i had to spend the
lazy afternoons at home listening to All India Radio,especially the western
music shows and the daily "natoks".the first trip that i made in the summer
holidays was in 2001 when i went to kedar-badri.

With the increasing pressure of studies,vacations gradually became
synonimous with extra classes in tuitions,different timings,mock
tests,marathon phone call sessions with my best friends...but one thing
that still remains the same is that i still read books in the afternoons
while listening to the radio.today ummi is no more with us,so i need not go
under the bed for cover but i prefer keeping my door shut during that
time.habits never die...

Vacations are the time to get nostalgic.this year i have no separate summer
vacation,it's the study leave that i have now,but lying down on my bed,i
fondly recollect the lovely afternoons that i once spent.will they ever
come back?i don't know but they will continue to be a part of my best lived
days.

"din guli mor shonar khachay roilo na,roilo na,shei je amar nana ronger din
guli........."

P.S. this was writeen by me long time back,way back in may 2003.had never
posted it anywhere,so thought of doing it now,though it's not summer
now,but somehow rjdeep's blog made me feel so nostalgic......

Here's something that I had penned a few years back,most probably in2007..it got published in my college magazine

   P.S.  It is written in Bengali...
 
 
AAMI BHALO AACHHI?
Posted on December 20, 2008
sheeter bikeler shesh ushnotatuku chhoar lobhe shey taar tintolar flater
balconyte eshe daralo.ekta holde pakhi ki mishti shish dichchhe chapa
gachhta y boshe.e bochhor december er majhamajhii besh jankie sheet
porechhe kolkatay.gaaye gorom shaalta bhalo kore joriye nilo shey.oboshyo
boyosh barchhe,rokto-o thanda hoe jachchhe.

noy noy kore shaat purno holo taar.ekhon ki ar shey parker jubok
jubotigulor moto gaaye gorom jama na diye ghurte pare?naki pare shei
jouboner moto dariye dariye vivekananda parker fuchka khete-ke jane,hoyto
ba pare...............hoyto keu kichhui bolbe na,kintu
tobuo..................mone ekta dwidha theke jay.

complexer park ta te kotogulo futfute bachcha ki shundor chhotachhuti
korchhe ar tader mayera road e pith diye bench e boshe pnpc korchhe.eder
dekhle boddo rupu der kotha mone pore jay.

rupu,urfe rupak dasgupta london er byasto odhyapok.or stree debangana o
nijoshyo chakri niye byasto.aar oder chhoy bochhorer meye shuchi-or oporei
shobcheye maya taar.ei je pujor shomoy e elo ora,besh ek maash theke
gelo-ki shundor hoihoi kore kete gelo kota din.or jiboner onyotomo shukher
shomoy chhilo ei ekta mash.adorer natni ta ke niye koto jaygay berano,or
jonyo shoukhin ranna kora,gorber sathe flater bipasha di,maya,romola-eder
bari giye dekha kora-besh kete gelo kota din.rupura to majhe bolechil,"ma
tumi shuchi ke pele ekebare pagol hoye jao,na?ta bole nijer to boyosh
hochchhe, shey kothatar kheyal achhe?shorirer opor eto jhokki ki deoa
uchit?amra to ar kota din.erpor tomar komor-hatu te byatha hole ke
dekhbe?"

keno?jara dekhe shara bochhor,tarai dekhbe.oi je bhorsha naam er oi
protishthan tar ki jani naamta,hya,paromita ra.ora to maash gele ound
pachchhe keno?orai to amaar taka diye kena shontan,sheba.tora ar kodin
ashish shara bochhore?ar okhane thakleo shara shoptahe duto phone ar
kalebhodre airmail e toder sporsho onubhob kori.abar to ebar eshe computer
kine diye geli-ki?na amay tora email korbi.jani na baba,oshob koddur
parbo.

kintu toder opor obhiman korina.tora okhane nijeder "career" gorte
byasto.shontaner shafolye koshto hole mukhpuri shei mayer moron.tora to tao
khoj rakhish amar.ontoto noboneerer didi dadader chhele meyegulor moto
dayityogyanhin to tora nosh.tora shaat-shomuddur paare bilete achhish-koto
byasto,tao tora "duty" korish,bochhore ekbar ashish.atmiyoder jonyo koto
daami daami upohar ene kortobyo korish,ma ke kodin shukher chorom e pouchhe
dish.............

na!shukher chorom na,shey to chhilo jkhon tui koto chhoto chhili.ki shundor
jibon chhilo tokhon.du kamrar flat e tui jokhon heshe khele
berati-aha!bhableo mon juriye jay.shuchi ta o nischoi tar kochi paaye
bishmoy bhora chokhe shorbotro ghure beray,shobkichhu chhoy,jekhane
shekhane haat dey,ar tora nischoi bokish tokhon,baron korish.oh,na!tora to
byasto.eshob nischoi oi baby-sitter kore.o nischoi english ei kotha shekhay
oke,achchha-shuchi ke tora bangla shekhabi na?nijer shikor theke puropuri
utpatito korishna.

kintu na,ami mon kharap korbo na.mon kharap korle chole naki?ei to besh
bhalo achhi ami,para protibeshira shobai bole,"didi apni to besh bhaloi
achhen,kono dike kono chinta nei.ki shundor nijer moton kore achhen,ekta
nijoshyo prithibi apnar-gaan-bajna,boi,ranna,travel and living niye dibbi
shomoy kete jay......"ke jane,tahole hoyto shatyi ami bhalo achhi.shobai to
ar bhul bolbe na.ami bujhi na hoyto....ke jane.........tobu majhemajhe rupu
der kotha mone porle monta bhari hoye jay,hoyto ekei bole bhalo
thaka..........

holud pakhi ta ekhono shish diye jachchhe

CHANGING TIMES : DURGA PUJA




In this post I shall relive a few fond memories related to the Pujas and Puja vacations of my childhood.
Pujas meant so much fun. It meant a month long vacation in school. It meant very few holiday homework, no examination after reopening (at least till primary school. After that high school onwards this happy situation changed, puja vacations meant preparing for second terminals!) Pujas came in with an added brownie.Going out shopping with my mother.When I was a little kid, I would go shopping to New Market, Treasure Island with my mother and Mamoni.Ma would pick me up from school and we would head towards the shopping zone of Calcutta. Those days there were no huge swanky shopping malls. The box elevator at SreeRam Arcade was a thing to gape at. And I would definitely stare at it in wonder.Shopping meant coaxing Ma to let me buy a pair of dungarees,inspired by Kuch Kuch Hota Hain( although I never much wore it),it meant sitting at the steps of Treasure Island eating chow mein prepared by Mamoni..Those days were fun…Today there's no time to go shopping to New Market and Lindsay Street.I have to settle with Gariahat, Dakshinapan and at most South City Mall
Pujas meant taking a bath quickly in the morning and wearing new dresses.Often mismatched accessories would follow.Pujas meant taking Ummi’s(my grandmother) hand and walking to Phase 1 puja pandal and offering anwatching Didi draw the programme schedule in chart papers to be put up at the  pandal and then looking at it in wonder.Didi no longer makes the posters.Some other kid's "Didi" surely makes them.Pujas meant devouring the stories in Sharadiya Anandamela Pujashonkhya. Enjoying every line of Kakababu’s adventures,Feluda comics, Pandab Goenda,Arjun’s adventures…
When I grew up a bit,in Class 11, I first went out with my school friends on Shasthi. Sukanya, Roma, Kasturi, Mouli, Ritwika.



I still remember on that year we went to Mandarin. And every year after that it became a ritual to go to Hatari every Shasthi.Our Shasthi day outs were fantastic.Pandal hopping.invariably getting wet,short sessions of adda at Maddox Square,me and Roma getting lost and waliking all the way from Maddox Square to Gariahat(!!),meeting friends invariably at Maddox or at Hatari…this year will be different.Only three of us will probably go out.Times change,everyone’ s getting busier by the day.The small little fun moments that we once had have become memories.Today even Ummi is not there anymore. I will definitely go to the pandal and offer anjali.But I will miss her surely…
Earlier Puja vacations meant sneaking up with a storybook when Ummi would watch tv and pretending to sleep when when she would come down to check on me. Puja vacations meant marathon phone call sessions with Madhurima,discussing anything and everything under the sun..These days we only text.No more do we have those phone calls.Time flies,time changes.Memories try to hold me back,but I got to move on.This is life…

Monday, September 20, 2010

A beautiful forward that i got in an email..

  WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY PUJA IN ADVANCE

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Agrim Saarod Subhechcha.....

Sunday, September 19, 2010

An old Post on my trip to South Sikkim in 2008: Came out in The Telegraph,Calcutta

South Sikkim’s solitude
My favourite holiday
Recently, I visited south Sikkim with my parents. Our first stop from New Jalpaiguri station was the picture-perfect town of Rabangla.The journey was wonderful, with the Teesta giving us company for some time. We reached Rabangla by 3pm, greeted by the beautiful view of the Kanchenjungha, Narsimh, Pandim and Kabru peaks.
Taking in the chill, we climbed up some 450 steps to the local monastery. As evening turned to night, I looked up at the sky to see a huge cluster of glittering stars against the darkness. We soaked in the silence as evening prayers were being offered at the hilltop shrine.
The next day, we travelled to Legship, some 13km from Rabangla. Legship is known for its temple, situated by the river Rangit. Its hanging bridge is another attraction.
We headed for Borong next. On our way, we stopped at the ancient Ralong monastery. Built in the 12th century, it now has a newer building, recently opened as a branch of the Rumtek monastery.
Borong is a hamlet situated amidst greenery. There’s just one hotel there — the lone Wildflower Retreat — which has a few cottages located amidst lush vegetation and wild flowers. The first thing that strikes city slickers at Borong is the absolute silence — broken only by occasional birdcries and the murmur of the breeze blowing through the trees. The aroma of wild flowers fills the air. Our stay in this resort proved to be memorable. The cottages, set against the dramatic peaks, surrounded by greenery, made for a really pretty sight.
We moved to Namchi next — the district headquarter of south Sikkim. The view of the Kanchenjungha from Namchi is splendid — be it at sunrise or sunset. From Namchi, we visited the shrine of Samdruptse, where a 135ft statue of Guru Padmasambhava stands tall against the skyline. The statue is quite a sight in the pristine surroundings. Namchi is fast gearing up to become a tourist hotspot, given the panoramic views of the Kanchenjungha and Samdruptse it offers.
If you’re looking for that perfect week to spend with family in the solitude of the hills, I would strongly suggest south Sikkim.

Changing times : REALITY

I may sound very negative in what I will say now,but honestly speaking this is what matters to me.So I decided to write on it.
Of late I am noticing something.People these days are tending to lead a fast paced life.No matter who you are,what you do,how busy you are in life actually,you got to pretend to be REALLY BUSY for people to stop and take a notice.If you are like me,happy with the slow pace in your life,you are simply a NOBODY.You are not worth taking a note of.Why blame strangers?Even your closest friends have no time for you. You can't complain.They are too busy in life. But once you meet them on a rare occasion,you find yourselves exchanging email addresses.Earlier it would be your cellphone numbers.Still earlier,in the prehistoric times,it would be your landline number that you would share.But these things have become objects to be displayed at the museum!Now even email address has become a thing of the past!You simply exchange your facebook account name and may be instantly send invites on your Blackberry.
My friends complain as to why I still do not socialize on any social networking site.My logic is that if you can spend a minute on facebook writing on my wall,I'm sure if you try you can surely spend a minute on your gmail account sending me a mail.It's not that I am against social networking,of course they have their own merits,but what I feel is that it is outrageous that people have to become so addicted to it.To the extent that you stop communicating with your best friends because he/she does not socialize on a networking site. You have hundreds of friends on these sites but you forget to communicate with your true friends.Actually technology has made life simpler for human beings but it has stopped making them humane.

I wish people stop losing a diamond when they are busy collecting stones...

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Hygroscopic Nokia Phone

Have you ever heard the term "hygroscopic"? According to the Oxford Dictionary hygroscopic is " an

adjective

(of a substance) tending to absorb moisture from the air "


Well, honestly, I could not find any better word to describe my Nokia 2690 that I bought this April on my birthday. The phone was launched in mid April and I bought it on the 19th. I did not have any prior user reviews on the phone since it was newly launched. But I trusted Nokia to always deliver the best as they have done so for the past 10 years to the world, connecting people as they call it.
The phone was absolutely brilliant, very stylish looking, the sound was good,display clarity superb and what attracted me the most was the music player and the memory capacity of 8GB! I thought finally I've got THE phone I've been looking for.It worked very well for me till mid August when one fine day the display screen went hazy,hazier and then haziest. Finally it went blank. I tried switching it off and then switching it on again. I tried it for a long time. Then a friend suggested me to call and see if the sound was okay. I tried and to my horror discovered that I could hear the person on the other end, no matter who called,me or the other person but the person on the other end could not hear me. There was a problem with the microphone I thought. I kept it switched off for a long time and then when I switched it on,the display was normal. I sent it to the service center, NOKIA CARE. They did some "job" and gave it back.It was working okay then.Again within a few days the same problem cropped up.I got it to another nokia care shop and they said the phone had trapped moisture and so the warranty would no longer be responsible for it.I wonder how my phone could trap moisture! I do not swim/take a bath/drench in the rains with it. The only solution that came up to my mind was that may be the phone is hygroscopic! I got my phone repaired for Rs 165 and then it worked quite well for a few weeks.Again after many days the same problem has cropped up today again. I am disgusted with Nokia. I have heard quite a few acquaintances complaining of similar problems and every time the phone is taken to Nokia Care, they say "moisture". I wonder what material Nokia is now using these days to make their phones for they are so hygroscopic! I think Nokia should change the material, IMMEDIATELY.  I am pissed off...

Monday, September 6, 2010

Weekend Cooking Spree

This week I had a long break.So I decided to go on a cooking spree. I started with cooking Payesh for my mother on Friday because it was her birthday. She assisted me,obviously. But the end result was awesome. The payesh actually tasted good.
Saturday my cousin came home hungry from work. I made her sumptuous Chicken momos. And as usual, they tasted wonderful too..
And yesterday I was entrusted with preparing the dinner. I made Jeera rice and Bombay Chicken Curry. Recipe courtesy www.indianfoodforever.com
. The rice was a bit overcooked and the salt content was also low. But on the whole, the meal was good and light. Even my father who always criticises did not complain! That's the biggest assurance that the meal was good :-)

Or...is it???May be he always criticises the food that is actually tasty and no criticism meant...???

Dunno!

Friday, August 20, 2010

Television viewing

What do I watch on television exactly?Does it in any way help me to develop as a person?Does it help me evolve new thoughts and ideals?
Well,these are some questions that keep plaguing every television watcher (hopefully)at some point of time.These questions did flash on my mind.And so here I am to analyse what I watch.
I mostly watch soaps on the television.But I make it a point that these are not the typical saas-bahu genre of serials.Neither are these shows too hi-fi too.But these soaps are sort of family dramas set in different backdrops.But most of these are so fictitious.Seems that the protagonists never have to face any unhappiness.However much the producers try and incorporate some kind of problem,ultimately they will create a happy ending.In one serial that I watch,the protagonist had brain tumor (malignant,they went on and on about this for more than a month) and suddenly one fine day she comes in and announces that she is completely cured.I guess the doctors must be awarded the Nobel Prize for discovering such a panacea for cancer!!
However there's one thing that I really watch on tv and that is Arnab Goswami's The Newshour.It helps me stay updated with the national and international news.Also it gives me immense pleasure to watch dignified (?) people shouting at the top of their voices to make themselves heard.I thoroughly enjoy it.