Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Yellow Scarf

Long awaited years are gone,
colored my hair a little blonde ...
My mind is now an open sphere
got time to spree ...
Unfolded my curved emotion
&
freed the string of last wing
voided all the crisis 
Yup !! you may call it,
 the happy METAMORPHOSIS ...

My little finger has tied the yellow scarf 
and I am ready to hold it
in front of the windy monsoon sky
so that it can FLY ...♥♥










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Tuesday, 22 July 2014

It's not the city where I used to live once ....

Everyday in the morning, while opening the newspaper I hope to not see any dark news headlines on women molestation especially in my state. But for past few years, scenario has been changed drastically and the headlines give my brain a harsh kick to stop imagining of such positive prayers. 

Yes, I am born and brought up in this city which was once a pride for me to fiercely state that "Kolkata is much safer than other metro cities". Because earlier I never had any fear of moving out at evening and coming home around 10. I knew that nothing bad would be going to happen at least, no one could have that guts to drag me and then slap me or molest me in public place or rape me. Though I am stating that there were no records of such incidents earlier, but not at this rate. Now opening a newspaper implies to move a step forward to the door of scary nightmares and insecure thoughts and recently another news came up here where the girl was dragged, slapped and beaten in front of the crowded mall just because she refused to marry the guy she was dating once. So girls, remember you have lost that option too to express your opinion. I don't understand how does  a man get this much gut to beat a woman in front of public place. Even some boy friends too beat up, slap, pull and drag his partner in public place. Insane .. so in yesterday's matter, it was stated like the crowd watched but did not help the victim even after she asked for help. Yes, we all have become numb, dumb and technically paralyzed. Don't you think some incidents have made us to be like that ??  If someone is protesting against anything wrong, what do they actually get in return ?? Losing life brutally. And yes Bengal has recently seen that incident where the boy was brutally killed into many pieces and on the other hand Bengal has heard a M.P to threaten openly in public sphere to rape the opponent parties women relations, where the so called M.P proudly providing heated enthusiasm to all rowdies to act the worst more and more.   And at last where our beloved C.M calls these all incidents SMALL !! Then how will we protest without any fear ? How will we be assured of getting proper justice ? How will we go out at night around a silent street without carrying any fear? It is the state being ruled by a woman right ?? Then why are we all women suffering in this city most after Delhi ? Why has suddenly the tag with the most unsafe city got stuck over Kolkata ?? 

This is surely not the city where I used to live once !! 




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Monday, 21 July 2014

Black me COLOR


Black


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Monday, 14 July 2014

My Eyes Are ....

My eyes are dying young
too young
carrying the glister water
that shakes too faster
...
My eyes are dark
too dark 
to look at those colorful wings
of that incredible sculpted paint
by Nature's rainbow
...
My eyes are big enough
too big
to see the warmth 
that butterfly carries in its touch
...
My eyes are stunned enough
too stunned 
that it can never feel bad 
when I am hurt

*****







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Sunday, 13 July 2014

Movies ... July, 2014

30th July, 2014


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Saturday, 5 July 2014

Khide Peyeche ....Ami Khabo ... [I am hungry..I will eat]

By nature I am a foodie and anything delicious just makes me hungry. Over that I love to cook. Cooking is my greatest pass time. May be the thought "I am going to eat good" has made me a good cook and also cooking for my loved ones gives me a different level of pleasure which can't be described. I do have a cooking blog too and is linked with this blog too. But as per the conditions given, no pictures are allowed to show right ? So am not going to put any link from that blog as you can look after so many food's pictures out there.

As I said I love to eat so anything delicious ponders my heart and stomach. But still there is a pleasant fantasized thali which I love to eat when I am hungry to the core. You know, I am talking about the basic hunger. Like "Pet main chuhein daudnein type" and that is very own Bengali Thali. 

Let's make a scenario which can let you think a bit in a better thoughtful manner.

Oh !! The scorching Sun is giving too much heat and that too waiting for bus in bus stand is pathetic right now. I am checking my wrist watch.. oh !! it's going to be 2 p.m. So my Sunday lunch is going to fade away. No !! with no lagging behind I am just calling my mother.

Ma, What's there in Lunch ??
--First come home, there are so many.
Ok. I am coming. It will take 30 mins more. Please wait for me. I want to have my Sunday lunch with you.
--Ok. don't worry. Come home safe. See you.
Tata

Yeas !! I am  home and ringing the door bell. 

"Hurry ma.. Open up .. ar parchi na [can not resist]"

-- Yes dear, wait.. coming.
There she has opened the door and I am finally home and so hungry.

Ma I am going to get freshen up. 
-- Ok. I am making the lunch ready.

and now I am right in-front of  dining table sitting with my Thali of Bengali Meal. 
The Thali is having all my favorite dishes. 

1. Brass plate consisting of Round shaped Rice monument, garnished with Lemon and Green chilli
2. Just beside the Rice I am seeing my favorite aloo makha [Smashed masala Potato] and Ghee
3. Wow, there is Begun Bhaja too. [Fried Brinjal]
4. Yummy. Ma has prepared Rui mach Bhaja [Deep fried Rohu] too ... I love you ma
5. Just beside my plate, I can see tomato Dal, sprinkled with a little bit ghee over the top. 
6. Eee.. There is a bowl filled with Muri Ghonto... [A traditional dish made by Bengali. Made of Rice and Rui Macher Matha or Rohu Fish Head]
7. Ma how much did you cook ?? even Rohu Kalia too.. Yummy.
8. At last the thali is completed with Mishti Chashni of AAM.

Ma you just made my lunch a super lunch.. Like other typical Bangali.. it's time to give a short Bhaat Ghoom now !! Ahhh

Don't know how was the scenario which I tried to create ... Though it's not totally my creation. It happened so many times and when the real hunger strikes my stomach I get nothing better other than simple Bengali Bheto Thali .. That just completes me and puts my stomach in peace. I hope that I could describe the thaali in a manageable manner without showcasing any picture of it.





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Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Will my DRESS tell you that I am not Modern ?

A very wonderful topic Gaurav has posted this time. A very thoughtful and very well picked. Congratulations and Thanks both Gaurav for the #INDISPIRE topic.



The topic is 


If you value your traditions and culture, you're branded conservative. While modernity is judged by clothes rather than thoughts. What's you take on this topic?


First Question : What is the relation between Clothes and Modern Thoughts ?? No, I am just asking Does they have a systematic formula of being proportional or inversely proportional ?

My answer is Strictly NO... They are never inter related and neither these equations are true always ..


 Modern Thoughts = 1 / (Old fashioned Clothes)

Modern Thoughts = Modern and Trendy Outfits

So I just stated here that these equations are not always true. I could say that these are never true. But I know that the society, the culture we are living in are having different kinds of personalities, different kinds of thoughts, different kind of outlooks persist in this world. Hence it can not be stated that your vision is always hidden in your cloths.

For me Modern is that person who is always capable of accepting everything new, everything which is changing day by day. For me that person is modern who loves to adjust his/her comfort zone according to the circumstances of evolution rather criticizing it in negative manner. He/ She can be old and can wear the traditional typecast Saree or Dhoti, but can be very much modern from heart.. On the other hand a person who is the typical trendy and well fashioned by her get up, can be really conservative. So there can never be any judgement. Cloths can define your taste, your likes and dislikes but can not always be true to express your vision and thoughts. 

Hence, Judging a people just by the outer look is not right. Rather try stalking the heart.



P.S just wanted to share so writing one thing. My mother can be a very good example of this topic. She is my traditional 'Ma', always wears Saree and Red Bindi on her forehead, loves to live a very simple life. I have never seen 'Ma' to attire in so stylish way. Yes I know her profession was quite responsible for that. I have been seeing her in my own 'Ma' way since childhood. But I really get amazed by some of her thoughts which she shares and sometimes advises too. I have hardly seen so soulfully modernized woman at her age. I am not praising it because she is MY mother.. But as a person of my age anyone would tell the same and I am lucky to have her as my friend, guide and my MOTHER. On the other hand, I am a person of this Gen.. open to experiment with XYZ cloths, but still I am agreeing here, that in some of the cases I am a bit traditional and hold some old fashioned ideas which MA surely beats up. 

Just thought to share so shared this one !! 

Hence... My DRESS can not judge my outlook !! 




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Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Endlessly in Love !!

Just like my few other blog posts on movie, again today I am about to start writing over one of my best ever love story viz romantic movie series. It happens with me quite a few times that right after watching some movies I don't get any words to describe my feeling. I sound so numb and keep mum. I guess my inner spirit takes time to feel those movie sequences and the story. My readers all of you know how much Movie devotee I am . I watch several movies, different kinds of stories but few movies take my breath away [No not taking the line of Berlin..Please !!] .. Most probably the slow movies just catch my attention. 

Ahh !! Blabbered much.. So today I am going to pen about Before Series, the Before trilogy. Before Sunrise, Before Sunset and Before Midnight. Starring Ethane Hawke and Julie Delpy. Frankly saying I never used to like Ethane Hawke. But I never knew that he could be too charming to steal a girl's heart. On the other hand Julie Delpy can make anyone mad with her casual blonde curls and innocent exposed sweet smile.

I don't know how many of you have watched it and known to the real fact behind this production. This trilogy was made for 18 years. Each movie was having 9 years gap in between. Before Sunrise - 1995, then Before Sunset - 2004 and at last Before Midnight - 2013. Director Richard Linklater connected this movie story line with real plot. To read the story click here. Though director ended up the movie in a bit different note from the real incident. I guess he might have been recreated the plot with his expectation, imagination and a thought from his wish. Anyways the question is why do I love this movie so much ??



Before Sunrise : This movie is really different from other so called Romantic films. I love all movies on Romance but this movie was like going on and on. It was like watching a real alive couple from this much of distance. It was more like feeling their nonsense, rapid talks which is not so surreal and can happen any times with any of us. If two people talk in a certain manner, the topics get highs and lows and also flip from here and there right ? Ethane and Julie were talking and sharing their lives though they were strangers to each other. They listened to each other, tried to say more and more in an endless way and obviously without any expectation, without any promise. They spent some quality times together listening to unknown fortune teller, reading up to a certain poem from an odd poet, grooving up ears with the local gypsy music and then playing games like Telephone Telephone where they confronted each other's feeling in such a different and classic way. Weird but beautiful. The movie was more like a movie. It was slow and so intense. I can watch especially this part endlessly. 



Before Sunset : Now this movie was after 9 years leap. Like the real time, director too took the same years leave. Celine and Jesse met up together after long 9 years. They were not strangers but still stranger. In 9 years their lives changed but the hidden feelings for each other didn't get over. They cried, suffered from anxiety, sentiments and emotions but they were still together and were hitched to each other by that invisible thread of commitment and again the journey went on to next movie.


Before Midnight : And again after 9 years, they were together forever. They were married and on a vacation. And like the other two this was also about having their on going conversation. Mixed feelings of joy, sorrow and different emotions made this movie up.Though personally I didn't like this part like I did for the rest two. But still as an end it was perfect to draw the finish line. 




Dedicating few lines :

I never knew about you BEFORE,
watched you one after another to explore...
I let myself to drown into your story,
to gain the ivory...
of the intensity between two strangers,
who never let them make apart 
from each other,
and ended up meeting rather ..
right after periodic years of NINE,
to rise and shine
in a Journey That Never Ends !!




P.S Plus I loved the beautiful Europe and the exploration of the cities by Celine and Jesse ... I always love this continent .. So ancient so old... so Classic and Golden.



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Sunday, 22 June 2014

Shadows of fall

It's raining since morning
and my mind is ready to sing,
to sing some songs of love 
and tunes of rapture ..

I am standing near the window glass,
gazing upon the raindrops 
and their falling path ..
Slowly moving my hair with fingertips,
thinking so deep
&
playing with my hair clip ..

Ahh !! didn't notice you were there,
heeding me from that edgy tiny corner
slowly capturing my shadows of fall,
my reflection and my soul ...





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Friday, 20 June 2014

পাশের বাড়ি ও আমার ছোট্টবেলা

পাশের বাড়ি ও আমার ছোট্টবেলা 



আজকের আনন্দবাজার এর পত্রিকা সংকলনের শ্রীজাতের লেখা পাশের বাড়ি প্রছেদতা পড়ে আমার মনটা এতটাই নস্টালজিয়ায় ভরে উঠলো যে খাতায়ে পেন না চালিয়ে আর থাকতে পারলাম না। আজকে মরশুম টাও বেশ রোমান্টিক, টিপ টিপ বৃষ্টি পড়ছে অনর্গল, জানালা থেকে দেখতে পাচ্ছি আমে এখনের পাশের বাড়ির ছাদটাকে আর সঙ্গে পত্রিকার এই স্মৃতিচারণ করে তোলা লাইনগুলো যেন অসাধারণ। পুরো নস্টালজিয়ায় মাখো মাখো কাকস্নান। 

ছবি : আনন্দবাজার পত্রিকা

শ্রীজাতের নিজের বক্তব্যের সাথে সাথে বাকি গুণীজনদের অভিজ্ঞতা পড়ার আনন্দটাও যেন উপরি পাওনা। কি জানি, আমার অনেক জায়েগায়ে নিজের ছোট্টবেলার পাশের বাড়িগুলোর প্রতিচ্ছবি দেখতে পেলাম। এর আগেও অনেকবার লিখেছি প্রধানত: বাংলা পোস্টগুলিতে যে আমার ছোট্টবেলা দুটো পাড়ায়ে কেটেছে এবং দুটো পাড়ার স্মৃতিই আমার মনের কোন এক কোনায়ে যেন আজও প্রানবন্ত ও সুখদায়ক। সত্যিই বটে, পাশের বাড়িগুলি তখন যেমন ছিল এখন যেন অনেকটাই আলাদা। আমার শৈশব যে পাড়ায়ে কেটেছিল ,সেই পাড়ায়ে আমার ও দিদিভাই এর পছন্দের পাশের বাড়ি ছিল 'বম্মা বাড়ি'। পাশের বাড়ি বলে কিছু বুঝতাম না। জানতাম যে সেটা শুধু আমাদের দুই বোনের বম্মা বাড়ি ছিল। বম্মা বাড়ি যাওয়ার কোনো সময় ছিল না। যখন তখন দৌড় মেরে ছুটে চলে যেতাম ওখানে। ওখানে আমাদের প্রিয় গুটু দিদি , লিসা দিদি , গাদ্দু দিদি ও সবচেয়ে প্রিয় পপি ছিল। পপি ছিল ড্যাসহাউন্ড কুকুর। আমরা সবাই একসঙ্গে vcd তে সিনেমা দেখতাম , আমির-শাহরুখ -জুহি-কাজল এর সিনেমার সদ্য ক্যাসেটের তালে তালে নাচতাম ও আরো কতকিছুই না করতাম। কখনো ঘুমিয়েও পড়তাম , ঘুম থেকে উঠে দেখ্তেঅম নিজের বাড়ির বিছানায়ে আছি। তাছাড়াও ছিল মিসির বাড়ি, বুবাই দাদার বাড়ি, পল্টু দাদার বাড়ি আরো কত পাশের বাড়ি।আবার আমার ইতি - শৈশব ও কৈশোর কালে যেখানে ছিলাম সেখানে পাশের বাড়িকে উপভোগ করেছি আলাদা ভাবে। আমিও তখন শৈশবকে বিদায় জানাব জানাব করছি ,আর তখনি খুঁজে পেয়েছিলাম আমার খেলার দুই সঙ্গীকে। তাদের বয়স তখন ৪ ও ১.৫ যথাক্রমে শেলী ও শুভ।  দুই ভাইবোন আর আমার খেলার পরম সঙ্গী। শেলীর বাড়ি আমার কাছে নিজেরই বাড়ি ছিল। যাওয়ার কোনো বিধি নিষেধ ছিল ছিল না। মা বাড়িতে খুঁজে না পেলেই বারান্দা থেকে ডাক দিত , আর আমাকে ওদের বারান্দা থেকে মুখ বাড়াতে দেখতে পেত। তেমনি শেলী ও শুভ যখন একটু বড় হলো ,ওরা আমার বাড়ি আসত দোলনা চড়তে। আমি আমর কলে ওদেরকে বসিয়ে দোলনা চড়াতাম। আর ছাদটা তো একটা দোরগোড়া ছিল খোলা আকাশ কে ছোঁয়ার। বিকেলবেলা ছাদে যাওয়া মানে সবাইকে পাশের ছাদে পাওয়া, তেমনি শীতকালে দুপুরে পেতাম সবাইকে নিজের নিজের ছাদে। মাঝে মাঝে পাশের বাড়ির ঝিলমিল দিদির সাথে আমার দিদিভাইকে ছাদ থেকে ছাদ ব্যাডমিন্টন খেলতেও দেখেছি। বিশ্বকর্মা পুজোর সময় মুখিয়ে চেয়ে থাকতাম কোন ঘুড়িটা কার ছাদে কেটে পড়ে। সেই একদম টানটান উত্তেজনা। কিন্তু এখন সেই আর কিছুই নেই। থাকবেই বা কি করে ? আমরা সবাই এখন ব্যস্ত। অবসর সময় নিজেকে দিতে দিতেই ক্লান্ত আর পাশের বাড়িকে দেব কি? না, দোষ কারো নয়।  আমরা তো বাধ্য তাই না? এখন পাশের ফ্ল্যাটের ইনা - মীনা - টিনাকে Facebook এ Hi করতে হয়।  আর খেলাধুলা ? তার জন্য তো Facebook এর game requests আছেই। এখন শুধু পড়ে আছে স্মৃতিচারণ। কি জানি আজকের এই দিনটাকেও আগামী কাল কোনো দশক পরে মনে করব আর বলব "এখন আর সেরকম কই, সব হারিয়ে গেছে। " - সময়টাই আসলে চলে যাছে, আমরা সবাই তো মুহুর্ত মাত্র। সময়ের কাছে আমরা যে বাধা। 


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