Saturday, 29 June 2013

Giggles of them

It's an instance of 7-10 mins approx..

Few days ago probably 3 days ago while I was on the way to my office, a gang of 5-6 girls got up into the bus.They were school goers.They were hardly of standard VI or VII ... They were having fun by themselves to the utmost unaware of the other passengers.They stood right in front of me.

Their innocent smiles,giggles,their sweet immature talks reminded me my school days.Among them only one girl was highly talkative and an expert of doing mimics of their teachers whom they hate most.I was observing them and started laughing at their jokes.I found myself totally into the teen-hood suddenly.I was remembering the way we used to make fun of our most pathetic teachers and their styles of teaching, the way we used to praise our most beloved teachers, the way we used to fear our exams and etc etc.I was smiling until they noticed me staring at them.

I didn't want to spoil their talks and didn't want to make them realize that someone was watching them and listening to them during that rush hour.They felt embarrassed and kept quite which I am quite responsible for ... (BAD) 

After few seconds they got down to their desired destination and I followed my eyes behind them and could see them smiling at me from the bus stand.Bus started moving and I could still hear the GIGGLES OF THEM....

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Friday, 28 June 2013

I am sorry ...

I didn't want to hurt you
but did it I know..
Forgive me for the play
unwillingly which I did so..
Sorry for saying "Yes"
and triggering your hope to glow..
But I didn't mean 
to hurt you though...

Please !! 
Mercy me for saying "No"

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Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Monday, 24 June 2013

Salute to those Green Men

"Our God and soldier we alike adore. 
Even at the brink of danger; not before;
After deliverance, both alike requited.
Our God's forgotten, and our soldiers slighted. "

- Francis Quarles (English poet), 1632

Isn't it very true ? How many of us (the civilians) remember them usually or how many of us think of their greatness normally ?We do find their best doings only when a terror-some war or the extreme point of danger attacks us.We share thousands of pictures in Facebook claiming "One like One Salute" or "Jai Jawaan".But how many of us really get to know about how many army personnels are tributing their lives while creating the safety shield for the country ? No newspaper,no news channel ever telecast or show-cast their stories of death or any loss and damage.We see thousands of news mostly related to politics or crime daily.But hardly we get to know about the real forgotten heroes.

They sacrifice their happiness,their emotions even if they are into real trouble.Their family suffers which surely causes them to suffer but they know only one thing that they have to do for the country.
Say for an example,now when Uttarakhand is in deep injury and these green men are trying their utmost,we are daily saying and feeling for them and after some days we will forget them again.

Careless the Government and careless we all are about them.

Respect from my bottom of the heart to all of them who daily fight for our country and to my PAPA who once served for the country.

I awe all your experiences told to me which you had during the 71's war and few other Live Riots.Thanks for helping me to feel the pain,trouble you all go through,to feel the fun you do during weekends,to feel the discipline you maintain throughout your whole life.


Thank you PAPA  for upbringing my respect towards DEFENCE SERVICES and SOLDIERS .

Proud to be a daughter of an EX-SERVICEMEN..

P.S Though I have mentioned much on The ARMY,it doesn't mean to hurt the other DEFENCE personnel's sentiments.

--- with Deep Respect

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Sunday, 23 June 2013

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A GIRL in the NEW City

No No.Don't confuse.It's not the same which Konkona wrote in Wake Up Sid.It's my column and my writing.I think my writing can relate to all newbies who leave their hometown far and stay in a new different city for the first time alone.Hope you will like it.If anyone is relating this topic then you are invited to share your view and experience as a comment.


She can hear some different words which she has never heard before.She is still in drowsy mood,thinking to roll over the bed for sometimes more.She knows that her mother is going to call after sometimes to get up finally.Just the time she closes her eyelids with a clumsy mind she got shivered by some unknown words again.Some people around her are having conversations with some unheard,uncanny words.What ? Where is she ? Isn't she at her home ? Just before few minutes also she was at her bed only.She is scared and terrified.She gets up in some ghastly way and looks around with her astonished eyes.

She realized that she is not at her home.She left her home just before One and half day.She is at her upper-birth in the train along with some unknown strangers.She is realizing the truth and switching on her cell phone.But there is no network....(sigh)......She wants to hear her mother's voice.She wants to weep but she is not able to.

She is getting ready to get down to platform now.Heavy with the luggages she is trying her level best to walk fluently.New place,new world she feels now that she is in the NEW city.She is 17,she is missing everything that her father used to do to make her feel safe.She is alone and can't even tell her father "Papa these are heavy !! ". She can see some people are trying to surround her and shouting "Coolie !! Coolie !! Coolie !! ".She ignores and feels a little scared and tensed.She is now at the waiting room,keeping all her luggages and taking some rest alone.She goes nearby the Balcony to view the NEW CITY.

It's not even lighted into Morning.Dark skies and dark-some early morning are making her feel very different.She is realizing and realizing.She is gaining and gaining more and more confidence which she needs to have.She is consoling herself to not get scared.It's just another city like her hometown.

She watches the people,the taxi stand,the auto stand,the coolies.She watches the Government General Hospital's big building just right opposite to her.Time is passing by like this and she is now much familiar to the sight she has been watching from early morning.

She is now much relaxed and cool.She has set her mind up to love this NEW city,the culture and the people and to start her life inside this NEW CITY.She starts now... and goes on and on ...

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Friday, 21 June 2013

You stare at me

Standing at Balcony
You are staring at me
through pair of glasses

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Thursday, 20 June 2013

She is SHE... the AISHWARYA RAI .....

Not a single person left behind commenting on her,criticizing her for her flabby look and get up.She has always been the cornea of everyone's eyes during her post-mother hood.

And this is how she replied to all the criticism at the recent Royal Ascot Races in the UK.
Who will say that she is going to be 40 this year ??

I love the way you are Aish !! Love the way you are.You give a damn to all the paparazzi and media lime lights,carry your own personality,value your own personal life and you care for your owns only.

I love the way you are being a careful loving mother to Aradhya,the way you enjoyed your motherhood without caring about anything except you and your baby. In spite of being one of the world's most beautiful women, you led a life of simple homely mother and gave most of your time to baby Aradhya.

You are Aishwarya ... the wealth ... the wealth of Beauty....♥♥♥♥

You define the beauty of an Indian Women and ultimate royal feminism.

Love you since my childhood "Jeans days"

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Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Oh !! Raindrops

I can spend  a quality time on watching the falling raindrops on the glass window.They fall spontaneously.Sometimes take another drop to make it bigger and flow down with a sudden track..I was in office when it was raining heavily.The drops were falling on the glasses and my mind shuffled some words like this

Oh Raindrops !!
you fall upon the glass-door
keep your footprints,
cool like a seashore
and a romantic glimpse...

You hide the world
behind the window glass,
making it blurred
you bluff the chaos...

Oh Raindrops !!
I see you flowing from the top,
flowing with a rhythm
to touch another drop...

Oh Raindrops !!
Please don't stop...
Drizzle like you are doing now
I love gazing upon it somehow...

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Tuesday, 18 June 2013


Where are you ??
where have you gone??
are arising on my mind..
Feeling so tensed
thinking of you
dear my best friend !!

Switch your cell on
Where have you gone ??
pick up our call
we are not feeling good at all

Hey!! my best friend
are you able to listen ??
our agony and 
tensed pain ??

Come back soon
wherever you are !!
Hey !! my dear !!

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Friday, 14 June 2013


Hi !! Everyone ... I guess you all are doing fine and finally set to read this post.If you are a Kolkatan then you must enjoy this post and if not then also you are cordially invited to read this post please !!


Hmm ...  THE GOOD OLD BAND DAYS ... the title itself might have drawn the outline of this post.Yes you are right !! I am trying to re-call the days when Renaissance of Band Culture took place in Bengal ( specifically KOLKATA) , when everyone started loving the "Bangla Bands" and their songs,started seeing their LIVE performances in college fests.

It was year 2002 when for the first time heard only one song of Bangla Bands.That was Bhoomi's "barandaye roddur".I really didn't grow any interest within myself to listen band songs then.Then on 2003 I got into it with the help of my big sister.She was in 1st year and was in Future Institute of Engineering and Management.She was the first one to spoon me the taste of Bangla Bands.I started learning the names such Bhoomi,Chandrabindoo,Cactus,Crosswinds,Miles,Poroshpathor and of course Fossils and it's lead Rupam Islam.Fossils,which surely brought people's love for rock bands atleast for people like me who were not much into rock genre.I started listening to all band songs which my sister used to collect from her college mates.Hmm .. I was in school then..I was in class X.I still remember me studying at home and seeing my sister to come back home after enjoying her college fest with Band's Live Performance.Then she used to tell and explain me the live experience,how band singers used to sing,how college fest used to be,how they used to enjoy those performances.Oh !! long 10 years.... 

I still remember once I called my sister while she was in her college fest,I could hear the loud audience and the blurry voice of Mr.Anjan Dutt,she picked up and told me that next Fossils was going to perform.I was so damn excited standing beside our landline that I started bouncing on the floor.huh !! I visualized almost everything through my didibhai's eyes and her words.I used to draw my dreams to enjoy my college fest just like my sister used to with band performances which was so so much during 2003-2006.

Writing so much about bands and how could I forget Mohiner ghoraguli..The pioneer band of Bengal.Though that time I was not familiar with all the songs of this band except few.Telephone,Ghare pherar gaan and Sohore ushnotomo dine ,Prithibita and some others and again I thank my sister for this.

Hmm!!  here are some of them to bring back your lost days which are surely connected with these somehow.         
sedino chilo dupur emon ♫

hasnuhana ♫

sudhu tumi ele na ♫

Bishakto Manush♫

dil doriya re tore ♫ Bhoomi

Juju ♫ Chandrabindoo

Hope somewhat memories I could take out by these songs.So much more are there so didn't post them here.Some bands are still there and some are lost somewhere.Don't get that charisma and those songs to listen too.Hmm may be the time has changed and taste too.But these songs of those days will never be old for sure.


P.S ... I bet that I am the only person who still hasn't attended any LIVE popular band performances although being  a KOLKATAN throughout these years...Shocking ?? But it is true..Being a Kolkatan I haven't got any chance to enjoy it in LIVE ... I feel bad .. but LOLz it's a very special feeling.. 
Is there anyone like me among my readers ?? Then please comment..   :) 

for those who got their luck to have it please !! share your experience and tell me whether I could jerk some of your memories related to THE BAND ERA...

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Monday, 10 June 2013

Sorry for you JIAH !!!

I expressed my grief on the day you bid good bye to this world.I didn't write much as I didn't get much to write on except showing my sorrows and praying for a peaceful journey ahead.

Today when media highlighted your last note of six pages,I could feel your pain and could see you going through the trauma.Readers don't think I am over-expressing or showing my grief in a theatrical manner.I would like to quote those words,letters of pain here again....

"I don't know how to say this to you but I might as well now as I have nothing to lose. I've already lost everything. If you're reading this I might have already left or about to leave. I am broken inside. You may not have known this but you affected me deeply to a point where I lost myself in loving you. Yet you tortured me everyday. These days I see no light I wake up not wanting to wake up. There was a time I saw my life with you, a future with you. But you shattered my dreams. I feel dead inside. I've never given so much of myself to someone or cared so much. You returned my love with cheating and lies. It didn't matter how many gifts I gave you or how beautiful I looked for you. I was scared of getting pregnant but I gave myself completely the pain you have caused me everyday has destroyed every bit of me, destroyed my soul. I can't eat or sleep or think or function. I am running away from everything. The career is not even worth it anymore.

When I first met you I was driven, ambitious and disciplined. Then I fell for you, a love I thought would bring out the best in me. I don't know why destiny brought us together. After all the pain, the rape, the abuse, the torture I have seen previously I didn't deserve this. I didn't see any love or commitment from you. I just became increasingly scared that you would hurt me mentally or physically. Your life was about partying and women. Mine was you and my work. If I stay here I will crave you and miss you. So I am kissing my 10-year career and dreams goodbye. I never told you but I received a message about you. About you cheating on me. I chose to ignore it, decided to trust you. You embarrassed me. I never went out, I never went with anyone else. I am a loyal person. I never met anyone with Karthik I just wanted you to feel how you make me feel constantly. No other woman will give you as much as I did or love you as much as I did. I can write that in my blood. Things were looking up for me here, but is it worth it when you constantly feel the pain of heartbreak when the person you love wants to abuse you or threatens to hit you or cheats on you telling other girls they are beautiful or throws you out of their house when you have no where to go and you've come to them out of love or when they lie to your face or they make you chase after them in their car. Or disrespects their family. You never even met my sister. I bought your sister presents. You tore my soul. I have no reason to breathe anymore. All I wanted was love. I did everything for you. I was working for us. But you were never my partner. My future is destroyed my happiness snatched away from me. I always wished the best for you, was ready to invest what little money I had in your betterment. You never appreciated my love, Kicked me in the face. I have no confidence or self esteem left, whatever talent whatever ambition you took it all away. You destroyed my life. It hurt me so much that I waited for you for ten days and you didn't bother buying me something.

The Goa trip was my birthday present but even after you cheated I still spent on you. I aborted our baby when it hurt me deeply. You destroyed my Christmas and my birthday dinner when I came back. When I tried my hardest to make your birthday special. You chose to be away from me on Valentines Day. You promised me once we made it to one year we would get engaged. All you want in life is partying, your women and your selfish motives. All I wanted was you and my happiness you took both away from me. I spent money on you selflessly you would throw in my face. When I would cry for you. I have nothing left in this world to live for after this. I wish you had loved me like I loved you. I dreamt of our future. I dreamt of our success. I leave this place with nothing but broken dreams and empty promises. All I want now is to go to sleep and never wake up again. I am nothing. I had everything. I felt so alone even while with you. You made me feel alone and vulnerable. I am so much more than this."  courtesy : Times of India

I know everyone has read it since the day and many of us have been busy in talking about her,criticizing her.Even I did,I discussed,my co-leagues discussed,some critics criticized her about blaming somebody before leaving the world.Some thoughts did arise in my mind.No,I am not being a diplomat or not going to judge who did right and who did wrong.I am nobody in that case to judge.But I probably could see a normal next door girl's love story and commitment in this letter.I could never think of you and your loyalty until I would read this.Every line of this letter tells a story of any common girl's love story.

Jiah ...

                  You loved, you gave your everything , you trusted , you believed , you saw about your happy future and you faced betrayal.You saw your tears loosing their values.You saw your lover cheating on you,You faced everything which you had never expected.
                We,the aam citizens firmly believe you,the Bollywood celebrities or the page3ites of glamour world forget and sacrifice all your emotions of normal people or hide them somewhere to survive at the career ladder especially a girl like you who had always appeared as a bold girl.But you were not among them.You were not in that rat race.Rather than that,you completely focused on someone special and a life with that person.Many girls do that and face the same betrayal too.You were lonely inside and I am sorry for that.You were not my favorite  or in my like list.But your letter has put me into so much of grief.I should not comment on this but Jiah you were too young to sacrifice your life.Enough you had sacrificed before.You could live for you and your nearest people.I know betrayal is very rude and harsh to bear and I too understand the state of mind you were going through and the guts you gained to take this step,but Jiah .... Life is much precious to live and to get as a gift.You could live.That's all I can't write much..

            May your soul rest in peace and find the a peaceful place where no worries,no fear will follow you ever.

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Saturday, 8 June 2013

Mughal-E-Azam - A classic movie with all classic songs...

Tatkar,Tihaais,Bols,Taals and Raagas... Everything was included in the then Classical Hit Mughal-E-Azam's songs.I have these songs in my mobile playlist.I do listen these songs quite frequently depending on my mood.I feel the shocking goosebumps every-time & even now also I am getting it.

Pyaar Kiya toh Darna Kya ??

How someone can create such a wonderful song ?? I wonder really .Whether it is about lyrics,music,instruments and the leading voice of Lata Mangeshkar and the picturization. Each and every songs are mythical.It takes me to too far historical era.My most favorite track is Pyar kiya toh darna kya ...Every time I listen to this song,I try to hit my steps with the bols. I start clapping my hands with the Tritaal and Dadra taals from the beginning to end thoroughly.I get goosebumps just at the third paragraph
 "chupna sakega na ishq hamara,
charo taraf hain unka nazara"

when the chorus starts singing together with an echoic effect and Madhubala portrays herself giving chakris and it directly reflects on the millions of mirrors. Ahh !! feels like heaven.

My another favorite tracks are

" I love this song for both the singers.
They simply created a poetic argument by their different quality of voice.
Shamshad Begum and Lataji..Respect"

So all classic lover enjoy reading and enjoy these songs..

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Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Nishabd ...

Didn't think that I would write an article again under this tag.You were not my hot favorite nor you were my one of the best.But still it did hurt when got the news of your death.You were of my age group.You were too young to lose your life JIAH..

I have no idea in which state of mind u did this & yes I should not comment on this too.

May your heart and soul rest in peace....

R.I.P Jiah Khan 

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Sunday, 2 June 2013

She dances in Rain

|| Sky has got itself it's darkest
Clouds are playing in the ground
She is at her room
watching the sky
and waiting for Nature's moves  ||

|| It has begun waving the air
Freedom for everything
to move here and there
She is awakened enough
to get up at the terrace now ||

|| She is alone and watching the Ponnur Hill
that green hill stands alone,
 surrounded by all black clouds
amazed by the view
she is spellbound ||

|| It is raining massively now
she is at the terrace
watching the hills and rain
feeling the absence
& the silence...
Silence of human words
and giggles.. ||

|| Oh here it is!!
She can listen some beats 
and rhythmic sounds..
feeling like crazy girl
she is dancing all alone
Dancing with the hits and beats 
of falling raindrops ||

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