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.
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.
Filed under: Behind the screen..., I Love..., craps ... — chapters @ 5:43 PM
Today I went for the morning walk little earlier than the time I usually go. I thought of start jogging today. It’s almost been a month I had started walking. The sole reason for the walk session was that someday, I would start running. I have already written here about my fascination for running which is growing gradually, without any reason. But once on the road, I feel it difficult to start running. I just walk… what you call a brisk walk of 45/50 minutes. My heart advices me to take a leap and just run like a wild horse, but my brain gives many reasons why I should not. It shows me the fellow morning walk goers and makes me imagine myself running… err rather huffing-n-puffing in front of all those people. In my imagination, I look like a big ping-pong ball bouncing up and down on the road. So, even-if my heart keeps on trying to get my bulls**t brain washed away, I cling and listen to my brain only and never run.
Today, I decided to go with my heart, as it assured me that if today I run then all those office politics getting jammed in my thoughts will be blown away with the wind. It takes me around 15 minutes to reach the place which is almost vehicle free and the road is comparatively smoother than the road near my house, so a safe street to walk/run. Let’s call it Jogger’s street . So once I reached at the Jogger’s street, my heart again started pushing me for “The Run”. But still I was not quite comfortable. I don’t know, but I just could not start it.
While I was tossing and turning between my brain and heart, a boy came from one of those side lanes, went to the road-side temple, took a bow and then started RUNNING, just like that. It was so easy for him… he just ran and I kept on looking at the merrily running figure getting smaller and smaller with every passing second and finally disappearing from my sight. It was so pleasurable (but I was jealous of him too) to watch him run like that. My heart started pushing me harder and with each of its beats, I could hear one thing “NOW OR NEVER”. I looked back; there was nobody… that means it’s safe to start running without anybody seeing me. But my legs were not permitting me to take the leap as my brain had enslaved them. My brain was still busy calculating how many times I can actually bounce up and down with this heavy body. I was becoming more and more restless.
I don’t know how much time passed by before I realized that there was wind on face and I was speeding past few people walking on the road… Yes, I was running… my heart beat increased and with that increased my speed. Well, it did not last for more than 2 minutes; but what matters is that, I finally RAN and that made my whole day, as I said,
I wish I could run,
At-least for a while,
If not a mile… 
Filed under: I Love... — chapters @ 5:10 PM
This is my one of my favorite songs… Real Love by Massari. I had heard this song for the first time when I was doing my Engineering and one of my online friends had forwarded it to me. And that instant I fell in love with the the music, the lyrics… I just love everything about this song. And everyday I wake up with this song playing as the ringtone when my father calls up.
Yesterday, while I was just surfing the internet, I watched the video of this song on youtube and what to say… I loved it so much. Massari looks so handsome and how the whole story goes with the music!!! I had not imagined anything like this the video to be. I imagined something like the singer singing the song holding a mike with some smiling scenes of a beautiful girl thrown in between. But the video is so awesome… You should watch it and wait for the ending… It ends in a rather pleasant way…
