Miss both of u...everytime

Aj ei post ta echche hoche Bangala i likhi...sorry everyone..some things get better emoted thru ur mother tongue !!!!

besi kichu lekhar nei..karon besir bhag kothai mone theke jai..emotion e chapa..sei gulo k lekhay futie tola amar pokhe khub kostokor...tobu ja bhabi...ja bhabai....seigulo lekhar chesta to korai jai !!!!

Sokale ghum theke uthei tomader mone pore...kadi..thakur k boli...pathie dao..amader du jonkei Kolkatai pathie dao...phone kori..kotha boli...kanna chepe...sob somoi tomader kotha bhabi...ki korcho ki bhabcho...majhe majhei phone korar chesta kori..ekmatro otai to mode of communication...mon kharap hoi...j sob bondhura kolkatai chakri nie ache tader opor hingshe hoi...majhe majhei chobi dekhi tomader...kotodin j dekhini...echche hoi chobitei tomader songe kotha boli...


Saradin tomra amar songe thako..kintu thekeo jeno mone hoi..ami eka..sompurno eka...rastay chola ferar somoi, sokal bikel khaoar somoi, gan shonar shomoi...sob shomoi tomra amay jure acho...

Christmas kal..r ek soptah pore new year...sei sokal sokal uthe cake kata..gorom coffee r songe 3 jon e mile khaoa, new year r alo jholmol park street, shiter dupure Boi mela..shob ache..thakbe...kintu ami j eka...onek dure..

Tomader o mon kharap hoi..jani..aj 3 bochor hote chollo...amra alada..ekshonge thakar sei dingulo kromagoto mone pore...mone porlei mon kharap kore...aro ekshonge thakar echche barai...kintu tar shonge ei proshno o jigesh kore "ABAR KOBE THEKE ?"

MISS BOTH OF U...A LOT...

Bhalo theko..joto durei thaki..jotoi ragaragi kori phone e..tomra amar pran..tomader chara ami bachte parbona..

shob sheshe janai...onek dur theke tomader cheler bhalobasha r

Merry Christmas and a Very Very Happy New Year..asha kori 2009 abar amader ekshonge anbe...

The changing face of weekends

My days at Vijayawada rolls on...and more and more fond memories from the past continues to crowd my hippocampus....More so during the weekends which used to be so rosy some days back

They say Life always completes a full circle..and true it is...

Still clearly remember those childhood sundays...Hindi Film music was the morning alarm courtsey Rangoli...brimming across the neighbourhood houses..followed by a finger-licking breakfast from the best kitchen in the world...accompanied by either Duck Tales or Alice In Wonderland adventures...and later on the greatest offering on Indian Televison by B R Chopra, which acted as a red light to the daily chores forcing everyone to remain glued to their favorite couch seats...which was succeeded by a sumptuous meal bringing with it a nice, decent siesta....

Childhood gave way to youth days and as a Hostelier...the ordeal was somthing different. Classes, movies, coffee, assignments and dining out..those days are still frsh in the memory.

The circle continued to traverse its path with my intro to the corporate world...Staying away from Home surely had its impact but with the company of friends and my loved one, weekend was a part of the week eagerly looked forward to... Shopping malls, Multiplexes, CCDs, KFC and over and above, someone to spend time with after a weeks work...

As I m writing this post, I hope the circle is in the process of completing its travel as I am in the miidle of Coastal AP, on the halfway line of my stint with nothing to do these Sundays...and thats how weekend has changed....

ADIOS
TG

ADJUSTMENTS

Change is constant...so they say..and its true..who culd have imagined a boy from a dingy school in South Kolkata who never stepped out of his town, going to the city of dreams for Higher studies, landing in a soup, living his life out exploring the sights and sounds of suburban Mumbai and then setting his foot Down Under (not Australia mate...South India) and that too a upcountry location....

But one thing which has made this boy survive everything and still going strong is his nature of adjustment to every situation...or one can say, moulding his life in a standard way ireespective of the place watever be the pros and cons of the place may be

Its been a short but a journey full of bizzare experiences and exploring various facades of life. From the Mocha of Juhu to the only eatery at night at Mira Road, the assuring hall of Sai Suraj Hostel to the dingy 4 people sharing room at Bhayander, from the PG at Vile Parle to the room at Vijayawada, from Cooper and KFC to the habituated dinner of noodles (hail NESTLE for that), from the varied breakfasts at home to the staple Britannia diet everyday...this life so far has seen a lot...with a great cushion of Adjustment..burdened by Responsibilities

It is very much true that these adjustments were never forced on me..I had ample opportunity to adjust in a different way which wouldn't have made me to write this post today...but the sense of future responsibilities and the ever continuing monetary woes acted as a great catalyst for the same

Whatever be the reasons, at the end of the day, I feel that these adjustments are making me stronger day by day, although my fiancee and parents strongly object to my way of adjustment...but its my take, my choice and my way of living (or rather say sacrifice)....to make my future a future without any such adjustments...

Loneliness

The topic has been hovering in my mind since I have been sent to Vijayawada for Sales Stint.

Some people say that remaining alone helps in knowing urself better...helps in improving concentration and more importantly, helps u think

Well, for me, the first one has been the only learning...and the outcome is really excruciating...its so painful that it makes me feel sad whenever I return to my place after work and especially Weekends...which till now has been dominated by sighs, blank thoughts and lot of saline from the eyes

I dont know wat others feel but my feeling has been : never ever stay alone...go somewhere, try to enjoy..But wait wait..whos preaching...i agree sheer laziness prevented me from doing these but its not always my laziness...I really dont feel like enjoying anything alone...and thats the big deterrent

I have never stayed alone barring initial few days during MBA days which mainly involved knowing my fellow roomies...ever since, its a roller coaster ride..but I have never been lonely..people have stayed with me as friend or foe...whether they criticized or loved me..they have been always there with or against me...so never felt lonely...

I dont know whether its god's grace or future planning to torment me even more that he gave me some real gem of friends whom I miss a lot now (Future planning..I said !!!)

Lying down on my bed, looking blank at the revolving fan and forcefully listening to Telugu songs from the other room (courtsey my flat mate), past continues to flood my present...PARENTS, my home at Kolkata, The boring soaps on TV, The old PC, followed by NM memories (I cant forget them even if I despreately want to...), Quad, the 5 pm lassi and bread pakoda, BEST bus to 7 Bunglows and my single room at Vile Parle, the daily walk to the college with my ipod listening only thru 1 ear (other side of earphone is dead), followed by my short stay at Bangalore..those eagerly waited weekend which has become a curse for me...KFC, Forum and all those...

And I question GOD: Is there any end to these pain? Is there any price for these sacrifices?

And suddenly I realize..the saline has started flowing and has no end too....

WELCOME

Its been a long wait...

A wait full of thought, worry, certain kind of apprehension and lots of confusion has finally been transformed into several personal anecdotes and memories and experiences which I will be writing down here

The wait was overcrowded with worries about peoples feelings - what they will feel about my thoughts, experiences...

But later on I felt that everyone has their own opinions..good bad ugly watever they are...that cant stop me from expressing my feelings

Not like I am downtrading anyone, but I dont feel like to be confined in my own shell which people mistake as my weakness..

More to go

Bye for now