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Sunday, 17 May 2015

PIKU - motion se hi EMOTION

I am really late I guess ... Because the time when I was watching it, for many it was the time of TWICE or THRICE .. But but but I can assure that this movie is as refreshing as you have seen it for the time first ... In one word .. Too Good ...

When most of the people were talking about how much they liked PIKU on Social media, I just noticed very few talking about it a waste because they felt so yucky because of the Constipation topic.. But fortunately the matter of constipation just made me laugh and besides the emotion of a father-daughter relation made me feel so lite, so endearing ... If our parents do behave like kid or throw tantrums or what ever like shout, yell or put off emotional statements we may get annoyed but at the end of day the fact is that they are our parents, who loved us, took care of us in each moment when we were kids and this time it is our responsibility to look after them.

picture : feastforyour.com

Actors - BRILLIANT cast, brilliant execution by all of them even by the servant BODHON .. ♥ ♥

Songs - as refreshing as the movie.. Frankly these are one of Anupam's best album till date... I was kind of bored by the songs he was composing since 2010 in Bengali..

another small thing just noticed when the movie was starting and the mane list of crew members were showing up on the screen ... Don't know how many of you have noticed that ... It is just that Indian names have 'I' letter in them .. most Indian names and thanks PIKU team for reminding them ... The RED BINDI ON EACH 'I'

was mesmerized by her intense eyes and
her acting as PIKU ♥♥

P.S I know one REAL LIFE PIKU ... I have been knowing here for last 1.5 years. She is my Train mate .. just another office goer .. She shares many things with much happiness about her life and family. After which I have realized that she has her mother totally depending on her for which she didn't marry .. She must be of 40 around.. She scolds her mother in phone, or gets annoyed but besides she worries too & most importantly she loves her dependent child like mother so so much ♥♥♥♥

Saturday, 9 May 2015

Remember me ....

It is not new to say about him. The man who gifted us the heritage, the never fading culture and the emotions which could be found in his each creations... Today was his 155th Birthday and with that here one another tribute from my soul ..

Remember me if I go far & beyond

if the ancient lost love gets layered

with the romance that newly bloomed ..

if while staying near ,

you still can not realize my existence

still remember me..

if the tears knock your eye,

if one day this story stops at mid magnetic night

still remember me ..

if one day it remains incomplete in the morning of Autumn,

remember me

if while remembering me,

your eyes do not splatter anymore

still remember me ....

The original one is below.

তবু মনে রেখো যদি দূরে যাই চলে।

যদি পুরাতন প্রেম ঢাকা পড়ে যায় নবপ্রেমজালে।

যদি থাকি কাছাকাছি,

দেখিতে না পাও ছায়ার মতন আছি না আছি--

তবু মনে রেখো।

যদি জল আসে আঁখিপাতে,

এক দিন যদি খেলা থেমে যায় মধুরাতে,

তবু মনে রেখো।

এক দিন যদি বাধা পড়ে কাজে শারদ প্রাতে-- মনে রেখো।

যদি পড়িয়া মনে

ছলোছলো জল নাই দেখা দেয় নয়নকোণে--

তবু মনে রেখো।

Friday, 8 May 2015

Hold my hands

Give me your hands forever
Thy I shall take you to the world of hidden beauties
where I will proceed and step in front a little
and still will be hooked to your threaded harmony !!

I am amused by the picture series by Murad Osman. This is just one of them

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Not feeling to write Syndrome

I don't know what has happened to me .. I am just in not feeling to write mood.... and that is why I am less expressive now and that is why I am so irregular now ... Sorry folks .. Hope to get a quick recovery ...

Friday, 1 May 2015

Movies ... May, 2015

17th May, 2015

15th May, 2015

1st May, 2015

30th April, 2015

Monday, 13 April 2015

Movies ... Apr, 2015

28th April, 2015

25th April, 2015

24th April, 2015

22nd April, 2015

19th April, 2015 1:00 am

15th April, 2015

14th April, 2015

12th April, 2015

11th April, 2015

4th April, 2015

Monday, 6 April 2015

Perennial Pal

Everytime whenever I try to match up my words with Guru Tagore's songs, it makes me feel shy. But I feel to write because I can relate myself to the words. Not only me every one can. Because he spoke human emotions and their different reflections and thus he is THE GURUDEV . Today I have thought to write one of my very favorite song in English. I just tried. It is not meant to depress anyone's personal feeling. If I have done so. Pardon and forgive.

Chirosokha cherona cherona more ♫

চিরসখা, ছেড়ো না মোরে ছেড়ো না।

Dear Perennial Pal

Leave me never.. No never

Be there when the vast lineage gathers us

Be there beside

at fearless independence,

even at dependence

and also when the silence is escorting ....

Be the wealth to those unwealthy chaps

Be the parent of those unlucky orphans

Be the strength to those weaks

Pour the youth into those old & brittle creeps

Be the sage and be ocean of merriment

Dear Perennial Pal

Leave me never.. No never

Sunday, 22 March 2015

I don't need any reason to be HAPPY.. and that's a god gift

No No, I am not faking. It is true. I love to be happy and I love to wear a smile on my face every time. My sister tells me that as a child I was a very reserved kid,used to smile only when I used to feel. Weird to listen that now for me. Because, that is an extraordinary case for me.I laugh mostly, and smile usually. It is not that I never feel sad or depressed. I do like others, but still I feel that I am fortunate enough to have my eyes,ears, nose,hands, legs working properly and enough money to live a healthy life and a happy composed family to leave with, few bosom friends to share my life with and few well wishers who shower good wishes on me. Isn't that enough to be happy ?

But still on a good note, sometimes to distress also happiness do play a very good role. And obviously money doesn't buy me happiness. Ever or any expenses . My happiness comes along with my few obsessions, few likes and few weird little things. Here they go...

First thing which makes me super happy is - Dance and Music. My regular readers know how much I am crazy about these two things. Even if I watch someone dancing, my legs do shake in rhythm and that fills me up truly. Music fills me up. And when I learn new dance steps I laugh laugh and laugh. That pokes me up like reminds me that in your life you have got something extra again. I have written some poem to express my love for music which I am pasting here.

In the prolong engagement

with you

I have been trying to grease

within you

Every time I listen you

I search for the substance

that blends me down

into the softer side of my own

I break, I splinter into many moods

I close my eyes, feel you

if I meet you

I shed some drops of enlightenment

that makes me feel to leave my body

and to live with my soul

and think

where do you come from

from wind, soil or the sky

I try to touch

but the strings of creation

do play and echo around the whole

the amalgamation of Rhythm, Beats and Tempo

snatches my soul

blends me down

into softer side of my own

I break, I splinter into many moods

I close my eyes, feel you

and yes I meet you

I DEVOTE YOU

I PRAY YOU

I BELIEVE IN YOU

MUSIC is my SOUL

MUSIC is my GOD

Second thing which makes me feel happy is to cook or to make something creative.Happiness of creation is something which can never be brought with any other thing.

Third thing which makes me feel so happy is to spend time with family, friends and surely that reflects on my face too.

Fourth thing is playing with kittens, puppies. Oh ! that is so cute ...

Fifth thing is to feel happy. Because it is the most important thing to remember. If you push yourself to bad thoughts, tension and other negativity, happiness will bid tata and leave... Whatever happens in life, happens for some good reason which we realize in future. That is true.

I am attaching few pictures of mine

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Calls - Messages and Missed calls ...

Anything "First" is always special and it is true no matter what, we can not forget that. Just like the same way today I am going to write about my first mobile phones that are so so so special to me. Here my memories unfold ... Read below.

It was 2004 mid, and Reliance just boomed the concept of mobile phones in universal manner. It made everyone feel that yes mobile phones can be used by everyone. I used to see my father using it, though hardly used to touch that. Then Tata indicom introduced many offers. Indicom's chal chalachal offer was one of them. Watch the video here. So when I was in my +2 and saw few of my friends using cellphone(indicom) I was kind of excited. At that time, cellphones in student's hands were a rare scene to see. It was like spoiler and I knew my parents would never buy me one. But if I think of something, then I try my best to get it. I started saving my pocket money more. I used to walk and save the money that Papa used to give me for rickshaw, buses etc etc.And gradually in Jan, 2006 the piggy bank calculation summed up to 2400/-. I was sure to buy a cell phone then. But I still was immature and coward enough to buy a phone alone. I eventually told everything to my mother like how I saved money and how I wished to buy a cellphone etc etc.. Shockingly she didn't get angry and was happy to see me saving money for a wish. She agreed to buy me a cellphone with that money but yes just knocked me to keep one thing in mind, that I should not hamper my studies for this. She told me everything has a time and I should follow that. I agreed her and then we both went to a local mobile shop to buy a cell phone.

Finally I bought it with 2200/- and that was like a diamond for me. I still remember keeping that in my pencil bag and while studying to open that bag and to stare that for few moments and smile. Then there was another excitement of messaging. What kind of joy that was. Inexpressible. Messages and giving + getting missed calls were immense pleasure.

Then I bought another cell phone just a year & half after the first one and this time it was color display with polyphonic ringtones, with built in nice games. That too with my pocket money. The same piggy bank. That phone reminds me of loads of memories of college, as I was introduced with free message scheme by Aircel and forwarding messages was like a trend in.

My first two phones. I still have them with them
They don't work at all
but I just have kept them

The gift with Indicom's cell.A cd with so many loaded nice songs

So If I get a MOTO E with myself ... I would like to have and obviously I will have precious memories with me connected with that cellphone. Memories can never fade and they are so valuable. Sometimes in future I may write up another blog post about my memories with that MOTO-E

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Saturday, 14 March 2015

The day when I viewed the vision as he did once and still does... # Together

I believe each day spent with our loved ones becomes memory for our future. Little moments filled with various emotions enrich the importance into it. But talking about a single memorable day is really tough. Still I have thought which one I am going to write here. If you are reading this, I know you might like this too. Because, movies have shown us much about it but reality is far bitter than this. I am going to share the way my father narrated his experience of being in Army and the way he feels for the ignorance the soldiers face until they are needed.

I can not remember any such days during my childhood when I heard my father sharing his boyhood during his service period. But he opened up all to me once before few years. I think he thought that I was mature and sensible enough to feel the pain of soldiers, the real heroes. And yes he still shares his lost days, memories, the vigorous fun, struggles and the life of ARMY to me. I feel so happy to hear them and that joy can not be expressed here. First of all I feel very proud that my father was a soldier and I feel prouder when I see him still thinking about the martyrs and soldiers and I feel so good to see his motive, the way he still serves best to help the martyrs and war widow. He is retired now but not mentally. He gives his most of the times to Ex-Services League Kolkata, planning for the benefits of the veterans and war widows along with his escorts in this journey. All of them are old by the looks but youngest by the heart and boosted up bloods. Few uncles are above 70, few are above 80 and maximum are above 60. The association itself is so inspiring and motivating, proving that age is just a number.

Papa during his Army days..

I have been hearing many stories, untold stories, the death stories of soldiers who are dying each day in average at the borders. While narrating these stories I have seen his eyes to sparkle in water. He however stopped every time but I could feel his pain and since these moments I have decided to support him from my side and do my best to encourage him. Being a civilian I have least to do in this matter but whenever I get chance I have asked him to give me the permission to gather some martyrs fund #Together. What I could hardly was to ask my friends to donate for the martyrs on behalf of my father and write up some articles dedicating to all the soldiers of India. For past two years I have been writing for them in their annual souvenir and whatever work related to this my PAPA brings at home we share it and do them #Together. I just wish my father and his ever green companions stay fit and carry on this noble work till the other Indians start doing for martyrs from their own initiation.

Few lines for them written in last time...

Miles and Miles I run,

I walk, I stand

and yes the civil fun,

I abandon ...

When others sleep and dream deep,

I hold my promises to keep.

I stay awake

at the silent border of untold history

to unfold mystery ...

Hours and Hours I stand still,

when the Nation celebrates the festivals

I fight with the heavy metallic gun

and hundred of risks I kill ...

Time to Time I die,

but I never feel to cry

nor feel to shed a drop of tear,

Because I never learned to fear

Rather

I feel proud to serve better

for my nation

and to accomplish a mission ...

I might die and leave my shell of soul

but I know I will be awake

within thousands of soldiers spiritual force

The nation might forget me

and people might never talk about me