March 1, 2010
Filed under: Behind the screen..., Down the memory lane..., Family..., I Love..., uuphh yeh life!!! — chapters @ 2:25 PM
Few months back, I had written a post about my hometown and few people I grew up with – Nostalgia, named it was.
Today, it is time to add some more of my memories to this blog.
The family, that stayed in our block, just below S’s house, was much more than a family to me too. My mother tells that, when I was few days old, she used to take me to their house and everybody in their house took care of me like a new member to their house. I literally grew up as a member of their family. There were Mama, Mausa, D-bhai, T-nana and Nana. They have been knowing me since I was 1 day old. I have grown up with all of them around me. It was like a ritual to visit their house at-least once a day.
I remember T-nana, getting married; I was in class 4 probably. Then after 0ne or two years, Goodly was born and I still remember, how small and soft she was. When she grew up enough to babble, she called me ‘Mausi’ 
… For the very first time somebody as sweet as her called me ‘Mausi’.
I was very close to T-nana from he beginning. I used to be very shy and obidient child back then… (not anymore 
). So T-nana used to take me to her friends’ places, and sometimes to the nearby markets. After she got married Nana became my favorite. I used to stick to her… She is 7/8 years older to me and she is like my elder sister.
Then Laadly, the second baby of T-nana was born, but by that time I was busy studying and due to some stupid reason, my involvement with that lovely family had been reduced. Then D-bhai got married. And then they moved out to their own house after Mausa got retired.
I still talk to Nana over phone sometimes. She has not got married and stays with her parents. So when the last time I was talking to her, she told me that T-nana, Goodly and Laadly are coming for new year. So I decided to go to their place during my new year Bhubaneswar visit. And I went…
It was after so many years that I saw T-nana, and her daughters. The Goodly who crowned me as a ‘Mausi’ for the first time is now a class 9th student. Yes, that many years have passed. She is almost half a feet taller than me.. well, that does not give much credit to her… thanks to my height… or the lack of it
What I wanted to write is that, the warmth is still there. I mean I still feel like a part of their family. I still cherish the ease with which I hug Mama… (I never called T-nana’s mother aunty… I called her what her 3 children called her… ‘Mama’). Everybody is growing old, that includes me. Sometimes, it seems strange. There used to be a time when I could not eat if I did not go to their house. Then the interaction slowed and finally stopped. All of a sudden I went back to that phase of my life where I was still just a happy child…
I don’t know, when I will be meeting them again. But there will always a special place for all these people in my life.
February 21, 2010
Filed under: Poems????, craps ... — chapters @ 9:55 AM
Koi mulakaat aisi bhi ho
Ke zindegi thahar jae,
Labz aansoon banke
Ankhon se beh jaen….
Koi mulakaat aisi bhi ho
Ke Saansein tham jae
Hazaaron kwahison ki yeh zindegi
Bas usi pal me goojar jaen….
January 11, 2010
Filed under: Behind the screen..., Friends..., Funny!!!, uuphh yeh life!!! — chapters @ 11:51 AM
Meet my friend Shalu...
It is not always that you meet a “tall-dark-handsome” guy in your life. It happens once in a blue moon and on that holy day (Coincidently, it was a BLUEMOON on 31st December), we, Shalu and me, boarded the train from Howrah to Bhubaneswar. As usual, our coach was filled with irritatingly super-exited Bengalis.
As we sat there with our vehement moods, he appeared out of nowhere. He talked to one of the screeching Bengalis about where they are going with such a hullabaloo. That high-with-excitement-as if- boarding-the-train-for-the-first-time Bengali answered that they were going to Amaravati for some Indian Air Force training. Then he looked at us and we might have looked like a set of shrunken kittens, to which he smiled and asked whether we were also going for the same training. I said, ‘No’… But then Shalu, angry with the high-pitched Bengalis, replied rather rudely that we were going home. After that he did not talk to us. Later, Shalu and I, both realized that he was not a Bengali, but somewhere from South India and he did not belong to the screeching crowd… More over… he was sooooooooooooooo handsome. So we regretted Shalu’s rude behavior which might have been one of the reasons that he did not talk to us throughout the journey.
But Shalu and I were by then, high-spirited and tried in every way to convince him that we are not so rude girls and we were very cheerful (by laughing constantly). But obviously that did not help. He rather paid his full attention to another non-bengali , non-screeching guy and started explaining SAP to him. Shalu tried to distract him by her ‘yeh-reshmi-zulfon-ka andhera-na ghabarayiye’ style by untying her hair; and it did not help. We did not sleep till 1.30 AM, just thinking that he might get interested and start talking to us.
We sat in front of him and kept on trying our best to start a conversation. But he got on to his upper berth and went to sleep where we were still sitting with a hope that he would talk. Then we decided to sleep as our target seemed to be still hurt with Shalu’s rude behavior.
It seemed that, the hunk did not leave us alone in our dreams even. Both shalu and I had dreams about him. Shalu’s dream had a happy ending, that before leaving he left her a letter, written in hindi, with his name and address :). And as of my dream, even if he was there in my dream, I was committed to I~) only…”Sapne me bhi I~) ko dagaa nahi de paayi” hehehe… Shalu is still searching for him. So anybody knowing anyone from south india who is really handsome and travelled in Amaravati Express, coach no s7, berth no 43 on 31st December, 2009 then please let him know about Shalu…
December 12, 2009
Filed under: Behind the screen..., Down the memory lane..., I Love..., uuphh yeh life!!! — chapters @ 10:52 AM
Today I woke up at my usual time for the morning walk. Got dressed up and switched off the light in my room. Suddenly the room was dark. I checked the time, 5.50 AM. Even if I was 5 mins late as compared to my usual time, it was not dawn till now. Strange. My window has glass shields, so my room also becomes lighted by that time. So I opened the balcony door and to my surprise, I found the thickest fog of this winter season up-to now. It was so thick that the buildings near to my flat were only partially visible and if you look little beyond them, then you will see nothing… just a white blanket of mist, spread for yards and yards ahead of you.
Mist in Kolkata
As I stood there at the balcony, the fog floated towards me. I could feel the chill as the tiny droplets got deposited on my bare hands. My nose was so cold that I started to have doubt about its existence. When I was younger, I used to get fascinated about this whole foggy thing. I used to stand by the window and let the cold breeze along with the mist touch my face. Most probably it was all those hindi movie scenes where the hero-heroine duo sing and dance in some badiyaan of Kashmir or Shimla, that made me to have this likeness for mist. My parents would come and scold me for standing there at the window as they were afraid that I would catch a cold… And I always did. But then, I used think that when I will grow older and stay alone somewhere in those high-altitude place then I will roam around in fog. Kids are so optimistic .
Can you see the coconut trees?
But today, when I am actually a grown up and staying alone (though not at any of those pure romantic places), I behaved like a grown up and did not go for the morning walk. Reason being the same, I may catch a cold and with that another reason, the security. Later I thought that along this road of growing up, I am losing so many things. I lost my childhood somewhere back there. It seemed as-if, I will just turn around and will see myself running in this fog all alone. I asked myself, did I gain anything at all (barring the extra pounds that I trying so hard to get off me) by this process of growing up? Answer was, Not much. So why did I grow up even? I never wanted this uncertainty in my life; Could have gone to the NeverLand and stayed there instead. I imagined, a cold morning and I wake up in NeverLand and see the fog in front of me. I would have collected jars and jars of fog so that I could enjoy with these fog in all those non-foggy days.
Two early risers as mysitfied as me
Life, I tell you, is so strange. When you are a small child, you can’t wait to grow up and once you grow up you want the childhood back. Today morning’s mist faded out slowly, but I don’t know when the mist that surrounds my life will fade off.
December 10, 2009
Filed under: Behind the screen..., Poems????, craps ..., uuphh yeh life!!! — chapters @ 6:40 PM
Kabhie fursat me yun hi agar
Dabi woh har gham bata dein
Chhupi woh har nafrat dikha dein
Bikhre woh har khwaab suna dein
Simte woh har khouf feilaa dein
Kya tab bhi yeh zindegi jannat kehlayegi?
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Kabhie fitrat se yun hi agar
Jalti woh har shamaa bujha dein
Mehekti woh har fizaa lutaa dein
Sarmaati woh har hayaa mita dein
Lehraati woh har nadi sukha dein
Kya tab bhi hume yeh zindegi jannat dikhaegi?
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Magar na hume woh fursat hain
Jo yaad karein us bewafaa ki bewafaai
Aur na hi yeh fitrat hai humari
Jo jiye hum woh jillat ki tanhaayi.
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Magar phir bhi,
Kabhie fursat me yun hi agar…
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