The resounding beats of Dhak
In his ads, Dhoni was as omnipresent as Durga!
Escapade from sudden rain !
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Mirror , mirror on the wall; who's the sweetest of them all?
The resounding beats of Dhak
In his ads, Dhoni was as omnipresent as Durga!
Escapade from sudden rain !
The resounding beats of Dhak
In his ads, Dhoni was as omnipresent as Durga!
Escapade from sudden rain !
Of independence and stories..
The part of Calcutta where we used to live earlier, is predominantly inhabited by people who during the independence were known as refugees. People who left their homes in erstwhile East Bengal , now Bangladesh. People for whom the mirth of independence was marred by the agony of partition.
Our family was one such. My grandma used to recount , how she, as a young lady along with my grandfather , had left behind her land of birth and set for an unfamiliar city with a lot of fear, pain , hope and anticipation. Initially they had taken shelter in a building at Park Street, which today stands tall a premier hotel.
Slowly , by laws of adaptation, their uprooted life began to find grip in the new soil. Land was bought , house was built. Moving out there, my grandma realized she was far better off than her neighbours. The neighbours were seven members , only five came to the city. The parents were witness to their daughter and son in law’s death. On the common note of anguish , they started to bond soon. So if Ilish was cooked for lunch at one home, the whole neighbourhood got a taste of it. They were complimentary to each other’s ordeal.
Along with stories of tuntuni, Ramayan, Mahabharat, alibaba, sindbad, tales of Dhaka and Borishal used to occupy the central place of my imagination. Maybe more than that. The places seemed like magical. The stories of unbound lands, ponds, playgrounds, Durga Pujo in courtyard, school journey admidst fields- perfect recipe to see a 7 year old’s eyes gleam.
“You know I got a double promotion in school”. I used to laugh.
During lunch, in the bed, I heard stories of a land I have never seen and formed images myself.
“ You know, there was this turbulent period of the late 70s , when curfew was imposed. Your Uncle’s marriage was a low key affair. People were not allowed to have illumination lest planes surveying understands that there is a city.”
Its tales like these, that my grandma used to tell me almost everyday, more so on the 15th of August...
Our family was one such. My grandma used to recount , how she, as a young lady along with my grandfather , had left behind her land of birth and set for an unfamiliar city with a lot of fear, pain , hope and anticipation. Initially they had taken shelter in a building at Park Street, which today stands tall a premier hotel.
Slowly , by laws of adaptation, their uprooted life began to find grip in the new soil. Land was bought , house was built. Moving out there, my grandma realized she was far better off than her neighbours. The neighbours were seven members , only five came to the city. The parents were witness to their daughter and son in law’s death. On the common note of anguish , they started to bond soon. So if Ilish was cooked for lunch at one home, the whole neighbourhood got a taste of it. They were complimentary to each other’s ordeal.
Along with stories of tuntuni, Ramayan, Mahabharat, alibaba, sindbad, tales of Dhaka and Borishal used to occupy the central place of my imagination. Maybe more than that. The places seemed like magical. The stories of unbound lands, ponds, playgrounds, Durga Pujo in courtyard, school journey admidst fields- perfect recipe to see a 7 year old’s eyes gleam.
“You know I got a double promotion in school”. I used to laugh.
During lunch, in the bed, I heard stories of a land I have never seen and formed images myself.
“ You know, there was this turbulent period of the late 70s , when curfew was imposed. Your Uncle’s marriage was a low key affair. People were not allowed to have illumination lest planes surveying understands that there is a city.”
Its tales like these, that my grandma used to tell me almost everyday, more so on the 15th of August...
L. A. K.
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I'm kind of having this syndrome, to coin a fancy name, it would be ,'going to a plex and watching a movie' block. Its basically the fear of going to the plex, wasting some 200 hundred bucks , straining eyes for 3 hours and coming out unsatisfied!
Now it has been literally ages since the last time I went out and watched a movie, and the trailers of Love Aaj Kal looked kinda nice, hence I chose to say yes and head for a morning show. And it has been ages since I last updated my bloggie, so that was another reason , to say.
Anyway jumping inside the theatre, things started moving very fast-leching, poking, kiss, and finally a cool breakup. And then you have Rishi Uncle talking about love in his zamaana, and things start getting desi, with Calcutta and Delhi being the cities in question instead of London. Here our Rishi uncle is struck by the thunderbolt when he sees Harleen Kaur ( the character which provided good laugh and reminded people of pre-Alam Ara days)for the first time. Soon after, he stands under a tree and swears that “is janam mein aur har janam mein.... watever.Transport plays an important role as both the heroes keep shuttling between cities to meet their love. And finally our modern day heroine gets married to Rahul Khanna but if you have watched Ekta Kapoor serials, you know that everything can be alright even after that.And thats what exactly happens.Hero number one comes down to Calcutta to take away our dear Harleen and Hero number two comes down to Delhi to get his girl. And happy ending.
The problem with this film is rarely does one feel any excitement as to what will happen next.
Music is kind of dud. Nowhere close to JWM. Maybe Pritam's keyboard's ctrl+c button wasn't working while he was surfing through various sites. Chor Bazaari makes a nice watch though.
Now there are obviously some sweet moments in the film. Like, like , ...like when Veer and Harleen meet outside her Calcutta residence ,she brings along with her his favourite black tea and he has brought along with him sweets from the same shop where she used to go to shop. And a few others :)
p.s: Sorry for this extremely badly written review , but since today is 31st July, I wanted to post something :(
Now it has been literally ages since the last time I went out and watched a movie, and the trailers of Love Aaj Kal looked kinda nice, hence I chose to say yes and head for a morning show. And it has been ages since I last updated my bloggie, so that was another reason , to say.
Anyway jumping inside the theatre, things started moving very fast-leching, poking, kiss, and finally a cool breakup. And then you have Rishi Uncle talking about love in his zamaana, and things start getting desi, with Calcutta and Delhi being the cities in question instead of London. Here our Rishi uncle is struck by the thunderbolt when he sees Harleen Kaur ( the character which provided good laugh and reminded people of pre-Alam Ara days)for the first time. Soon after, he stands under a tree and swears that “is janam mein aur har janam mein.... watever.Transport plays an important role as both the heroes keep shuttling between cities to meet their love. And finally our modern day heroine gets married to Rahul Khanna but if you have watched Ekta Kapoor serials, you know that everything can be alright even after that.And thats what exactly happens.Hero number one comes down to Calcutta to take away our dear Harleen and Hero number two comes down to Delhi to get his girl. And happy ending.
The problem with this film is rarely does one feel any excitement as to what will happen next.
Music is kind of dud. Nowhere close to JWM. Maybe Pritam's keyboard's ctrl+c button wasn't working while he was surfing through various sites. Chor Bazaari makes a nice watch though.
Now there are obviously some sweet moments in the film. Like, like , ...like when Veer and Harleen meet outside her Calcutta residence ,she brings along with her his favourite black tea and he has brought along with him sweets from the same shop where she used to go to shop. And a few others :)
p.s: Sorry for this extremely badly written review , but since today is 31st July, I wanted to post something :(
What do you do when you have sms aplenty
Earlier my mom used to get shocks at the very mention of offers like 500 sms for 51. These days I resort to smaller numbers like 110 for 11 , and spare her from further jolts.
1)Faltoo Forwards. Forward pathetic jokes, utterly boring friendship/love statements and even promo messages from your service providers.And if you are one of those souls who is a fan of sending those 32 hearts to 10 people to get the person of your life in 1 hour, free sms schemes may be the right thing for you.
2)Use messages as twitter,tell friends 'what are you doing right now?' Be prepared for the gali-ful replies after some time too.
3)Be a good kid to your parents. Inform them of your every move, like having ice cream now, coming back after an hour, classes over etc!
4)Take another mobile, send an sms to it,start a stop watch, and measure the sms transmission time.Repeat it for accuracy. Its around 7 seconds.
5)Send missed sms on the line of missed calls, when you have no balance to call somebody.
6)Be a well mannered person, Wish people good morning/good night just like that!
7)Act as news feed.Inform people about important happenings, about tv shows.
So these more or less , will suffice a jobless person to exhaust his/her free sms scheme.
1)Faltoo Forwards. Forward pathetic jokes, utterly boring friendship/love statements and even promo messages from your service providers.And if you are one of those souls who is a fan of sending those 32 hearts to 10 people to get the person of your life in 1 hour, free sms schemes may be the right thing for you.
2)Use messages as twitter,tell friends 'what are you doing right now?' Be prepared for the gali-ful replies after some time too.
3)Be a good kid to your parents. Inform them of your every move, like having ice cream now, coming back after an hour, classes over etc!
4)Take another mobile, send an sms to it,start a stop watch, and measure the sms transmission time.Repeat it for accuracy. Its around 7 seconds.
5)Send missed sms on the line of missed calls, when you have no balance to call somebody.
6)Be a well mannered person, Wish people good morning/good night just like that!
7)Act as news feed.Inform people about important happenings, about tv shows.
So these more or less , will suffice a jobless person to exhaust his/her free sms scheme.
9 years from now...
I could be...
1. someone dejected with the ways of life, but happy taking her dog out for a walk,watering plants, talking to birds and playing the guitar.
2. someone running an ice cream parlour at one busy corner of the city.
3. someone still plagued with dandruff and hairloss troubles and using facewash 9 times a day.
4. someone happily settled , playing with kid and husband , shouting at maids while hurrying off to office.
5. someone who has finally managed to graduate from microwave to gas cooking.
6. someone happily single, ruling workplace in the day and parties at night.
7. someone who does/doesnt get excited about train journeys or about checking co passengers' list.
8. someone who is plain happy.
9. Or someone else.
Sigh!
Btw, Happy Father's Day.
1. someone dejected with the ways of life, but happy taking her dog out for a walk,watering plants, talking to birds and playing the guitar.
2. someone running an ice cream parlour at one busy corner of the city.
3. someone still plagued with dandruff and hairloss troubles and using facewash 9 times a day.
4. someone happily settled , playing with kid and husband , shouting at maids while hurrying off to office.
5. someone who has finally managed to graduate from microwave to gas cooking.
6. someone happily single, ruling workplace in the day and parties at night.
7. someone who does/doesnt get excited about train journeys or about checking co passengers' list.
8. someone who is plain happy.
9. Or someone else.
Sigh!
Btw, Happy Father's Day.
Bad posts need no title
During the semestertime, several blog post ideas used to swim in the upper lobe of my brain,but as the semesters have ended,it seems that someone has hit me with the Ghajini rod and hence I've forgotten everything and can't even write a single post.
With the blog ideas, have also vanished my post exam resolutions of getting up for morning walk at 5 am and rejoining swimming classes. But my father being out of town and my maids being on leave, my mom has made sure that at least I get to see the Sun at 6 and make my way to the market.The vegetable market being a place where I have several embarrassing moments to recount,I am not particularly happy to make my visit there , a daily affair.[ Okay, I've embarrasing moments at every public place , be it banks, post officetelephone office :( ]
Cutting vegetables is also an art where you make sure you save your nimble fingers and yet not turn your product into a geometry lover's delight.
To draw a conclusion, if its Wednesday , then I spend most part of the day with vegetables. Big Bazaar has some amazing marketing strategies.Months back , they had this offer for people who shopped for more than 999 and having fulfilled that criteria , we were bestowed with an offer which said 'you get a year long supply of aloo and pyaz' .So the rule is that every Wednesday , you need to shop for 99 or more and you get to carry a kilo of aloo and pyaz each , back home.Now it so happened that my mom suddenly remembered about this offer and since she thinks me to be a jobless fellow, sent me off to BB.Little did I know that standing in the cash counter would turn out to be one of the longest queues of my life and that an entire civilization would turn up to get aloo and pyaz!
Tough Maggi still doesnt have competition in its proximity, Idli can come close if you have an idli mix and microwave handy.All one needs to do is stir the mix with curd , wait for a few minutes and then put the mixture in the idli container and you have it ready in a couple of minutes. This is again a realisation during semestertime.
P.S: This is a very stupid post.Was just too desperate to write anything:(
With the blog ideas, have also vanished my post exam resolutions of getting up for morning walk at 5 am and rejoining swimming classes. But my father being out of town and my maids being on leave, my mom has made sure that at least I get to see the Sun at 6 and make my way to the market.The vegetable market being a place where I have several embarrassing moments to recount,I am not particularly happy to make my visit there , a daily affair.[ Okay, I've embarrasing moments at every public place , be it banks, post officetelephone office :( ]
Cutting vegetables is also an art where you make sure you save your nimble fingers and yet not turn your product into a geometry lover's delight.
To draw a conclusion, if its Wednesday , then I spend most part of the day with vegetables. Big Bazaar has some amazing marketing strategies.Months back , they had this offer for people who shopped for more than 999 and having fulfilled that criteria , we were bestowed with an offer which said 'you get a year long supply of aloo and pyaz' .So the rule is that every Wednesday , you need to shop for 99 or more and you get to carry a kilo of aloo and pyaz each , back home.Now it so happened that my mom suddenly remembered about this offer and since she thinks me to be a jobless fellow, sent me off to BB.Little did I know that standing in the cash counter would turn out to be one of the longest queues of my life and that an entire civilization would turn up to get aloo and pyaz!
Tough Maggi still doesnt have competition in its proximity, Idli can come close if you have an idli mix and microwave handy.All one needs to do is stir the mix with curd , wait for a few minutes and then put the mixture in the idli container and you have it ready in a couple of minutes. This is again a realisation during semestertime.
P.S: This is a very stupid post.Was just too desperate to write anything:(
Since in this semestertime, all I'm doing is contemplating about blog posts, hitting the new post button, writing a line and saving as draft,and fearing that people will forget my blog, I hereby ask you not to forget my blog, and that I'll blog sometime soon.
Voted!
So after endless traffic jams , road blockades , processions and other various means of disruption of public life , here came the elections in the city. The last couple of days have been quite peaceful.The campaigns had ended and the heat waves made way to the much needed rains.
The one very question which I've been asking people in any conversation in the past week is that, "vote dichhis toh?"
So here's one such silly conversation with a neighbourhood friend on ym:
me:Bol, you've got your card na?
friend: yes! And I'm voting!I'm really excited!
m: yeah, same here, heh!
f: Hey so, dont you think we should plan our V day attire?
m: mane??
f: See, as it is we dont know many people out here and I think V day is going to be like Ashtami morning , the only time I get to see all the guys in our block.
m: God!
I did not have much hassles in getting the voter's id card.My mom had to stand in a long queue though , but just once.And it was completely error free.Unlike people's whose father's name has been written as husband's.Or age has been doubled.
Talking about constituency awareness, I knew about 5 contenders,and about the rest you have to go and find out!
There is this sheer joy in exercising your right for the first time. And excuses such as 'I dont have faith in the system','I dont have interest in politics', 'Its too hot', 'Its raining' blah blah...do sound boring !!
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The News: "Cat 2009 goes online.The test will be conducted in a window
of about ten days sometime at the end of the calendar year."
Reaction of a classmate: "Window of about 10 days? So that means it will be like the board exams? Like we go and give the quant section one day, then we have a study leave for 1 or 2 days and then go for the english section...like that?"
Other people trying hard to control their emotions: "No, window of 10 days means you go and get the paper from a test centre on day 1, solve it at your convenience, and submit it on the 10th day".
of about ten days sometime at the end of the calendar year."
Reaction of a classmate: "Window of about 10 days? So that means it will be like the board exams? Like we go and give the quant section one day, then we have a study leave for 1 or 2 days and then go for the english section...like that?"
Other people trying hard to control their emotions: "No, window of 10 days means you go and get the paper from a test centre on day 1, solve it at your convenience, and submit it on the 10th day".
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