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