Dutta Sandipan.

Excitement was not intense it was just creeping through with early jitters “My first boarding pass” .....for inference let me just rewind the same to you. As Kolkata airport is based at the northern fringes of the city, i never had too many outings to that corner but whenever i saw those gigantic machines from the best proximity i could ever manage i came back home awestruck.

For me the experience of not having an opportunity to fly is like the first kiss which we always plan in grandeur keeping the flame of anticipation upright and then one day you plant it somewhere without much hesitation unless you have declared celibacy. Somebody has rightly said (beg you for the sequence) if you want something that badly it becomes irreverent whether you deserve the same or not.

So my first boarding pass was ready .......................................... which clearly meant now sky is the limit. You can also buy your first kiss what first !!!!! but if you really want the essence of passion in it and want your desire to be phoenix then wait for that celebrated moment. Given the dwindling price of air ticket, i could have put all my precious savings for a maiden flight but i wanted my little bit of work to be the wings. Cognizance!! Cognizance!! Cognizance!! Or is this not enough or should i wait for the right time.....

On 21^st Oct 11 morning i was on my way for my first date with one of those machines... started a bit early but this time for Airport instead of Howrah... i was just trying to chillax with Radio Mirchi and our celebrity jocky Mir. Ruby signal....can’t call it a snag.....”Hai Kolkata” was running some contest courtesy “Ford Figo” callers were invited as usual and they had to share their plans if they become the owner of that exquisite car for a day... and if your plan is really, a plan to reckon with then you can experience the ride. Have no clue whether it had any conditions attached.

Do you really know how do the radio channels plan these calls...well of course i don’t know much about the same so wilfully would like to keep it straight realistic as far as possible. The contest was old by some time and there were quite a few callers i had missed. “Soumen Dutta” from Kakinara....was one of the lucky caller who was through....or should i say destined . The whole of city was listening to him; did he realize he was on air??? Probably NO.....and also could he summarize the excitement of riding a ford car!! Awfully again a detested NO. But he was firm with his idea. He is a regular public bus commuter, blessed with a son he owns a cycle, which he uses, for those fairy rides along with his son. But his eyes are always on one of the finest star hotels of the city the Taj Bengal.

There was surely a missing link to it and on asking, he elevated his plan to the next level. He wanted a sojourn with his son to all the fine dining restaurants of Taj and come out with some sort of pompousness.

Without any further probing by MIR.....he was putting up a picturesque thought, which was his own, a lucid example of plight and intermitting uncertain expectation.

Mr Soumen has worked with Taj Bengal as a Stewart some long time back and now every time he passes by the star edifice with his son, there is only one question to torture him.

SON: “Baba will they allow us to enter even just for a visit” .

SOUMEN: No ....just because we don’t have a car. The gates only open looking at the forthcoming car. Yes my son, one day when we will own one, we will just drive in straight into the valet parking and your eyes will have the license for incarnation of not one but many virtues.

My yellow cab also got the license to move ahead of the crossing, the buzz around me had fluctuating crescendo but still i could pick the feeble sob in his masterpiece elucidation of enchanted dream.

Its been quite some time now i using my contact lens then why do i see a blur Chevrolet beat ahead of me.......

Mir declared Mr Soumen to be the winner of the contest, but somehow the whole contest and the thought of the spectacular figo now seemed so irrelevant.

I was crossing ITC the sonar ......Mr Soumen and myself share the same surname and also would like to believe there are other strong consonance between us.

Need Substance to Substantiate.

Blogspot.com ....is that fancy space or to be more precise a medium which has always given my vanity a sense of self - acclaimed novelty. Now i can refer this piece as my biggest and worthy souvenir hopefully for time immemorial. This page is a model of incarnation for all those plots, which will always beacon my introspection ability.

I have never cultivated substance for a better product but then again i never advocated loss of acute juvenile cases also. Have always experimented with my penchant of favouring a dying issue with chronological views so that it can shun the final death kneel and some of them are opaque here instead of fading into the labyrinth.

Now i don’t post much and this has taken me by a quantum leap. I keep on wondering what do i lack now!!!! Substance or the insane ability to glorify it. Confused !!!! or i am scared of the right point.

I want to go with Substance !!!!....just not getting it right .....

Teesta

After crossing Teesta bazaar, i tried picking up the immaculate details of each and every bend. It was getting steeper and water gushing through more. She was not emerald as perceived but slightly muddy; bringing down all it could with its exuberance. Teesta was flowing on my left and i flowed among some riveting thoughts. She was overt, loud, busty, vivacious, vociferous, and enigmatic or it could be anything but beyond taming her even in your most dogmatic thoughts.

There was a girl in my class ......ummm umm well i was in std VII. Her name was Teesta. Can’t really say what sort of features she had in particular because we guys hardly looked at her as she was still within her cocoon and denied adolescent puberty to touch her. So we shunned her like anything, she never retaliated to our catcalls because none was dedicated to her, so quite naturally, Teesta never featured in my penchant list. She was like a fragile creeper not those fleshy ones off course, was very difficult to figure out her presence, she was unmoved by all those girly tips which she got free from her friends. Teesta was inert even to those gentle pricks, which she got out of sheer frustration from some of the despos. Her placidity was unmatched; she was like a wilted leaf, which never witnessed spring.

But her flow could only be ascribed by heightened puberty, eroding all corners of possible habitations. No rein is enough for this rowdy Teesta. She paves her own new path but not by abandoning the old. She is a treat for the onlookers and obvious nightmare for the most pugnacious supernatural beast.

Today i know two different Teesta.

Teesta

After crossing Teesta bazaar, i tried picking up the immaculate details of each and every bend. It was getting steeper and water gushing through more. She was not emerald as perceived but slightly muddy; bringing down all it could with its exuberance. Teesta was flowing on my left and i flowed among some riveting thoughts. She was overt, loud, busty, vivacious, vociferous, and enigmatic or it could be anything but beyond taming her even in your most dogmatic thoughts.

There was a girl in my class ......ummm umm well i was in std VII. Her name was Teesta. Can’t really say what sort of features she had in particular because we guys hardly looked at her as she was still within her cocoon and denied adolescent puberty to touch her. So we shunned her like anything, she never retaliated to our catcalls because none was dedicated to her, so quite naturally, Teesta never featured in my penchant list. She was like a fragile creeper not those fleshy ones off course, was very difficult to figure out her presence, she was unmoved by all those girly tips which she got free from her friends. Teesta was inert even to those gentle pricks, which she got out of sheer frustration from some of the despos. Her placidity was unmatched; she was like a wilted leaf, which never witnessed spring.

But her flow could only be ascribed by heightened puberty, eroding all corners of possible habitations. No rein is enough for this rowdy Teesta. She paves her own new path but not by abandoning the old. She is a treat for the onlookers and obvious nightmare for the most pugnacious supernatural beast.

Today i know two different Teesta.

Pallor @ Saturday

The trinket has denied to wrap the day ….!!! Superseded the escalator with intense vigor and hoped in just allowing the hydraulic door to close behind me ……Haaaaaa…Haaaa….panted fervently and espied the onlookers …. ….. @@@@ . the commotion had just started in the senior corner…Oooo god.. People want to gallop with their age when it comes to snatching a chance to rest their Asss with nobility.
Maidan station is on go green spree …… perambulated down the old path with no new anticipation…….$$$$. The biometric attendance acknowledged my presence with ….outlook had neither surprises nor any dejection again leading ahead to a placid half day. Dropped couple of texts to my long standing pals for a booze (Dutch treat) ….some called up but just to say about their sorry state by the month end. ……..Its overcast now like yesterday evening……..wait let me peep through the window glass …I can see wet streets;;; finally the not so blue oblivion has opened for us …… my office peers are busy making short fast plans….still wondering about the pallor of Saturday …… might land as a surprise guest on Saturday @ Host (My Baba & MAA)… will share the nature of hospitality ….some other time

Bong Connection!!!!

Rattling the wee dawn by donning my only white Panjabi I scurried through the regular lanes with fresh impetus for a grand foray to …from Bansdroni I hoped into an exhausted call center shuttle denying the specialty of the day, the young driver was in a spree for earning few extra bucks by ferrying the unusual commuters.

The vehicle was gaining momentum relinquishing all ties and hitches seeking for a better tomorrow. In between, I called up my colleague cum Hydrabadi friend who was all geared up to pay his first homage at Kalighat , the vehicle sprinted surpassing all nocturnal delicate traffic barricades. I stepped down at Rashbehari crossing to have my waiting friend at toe….ooh…I was already enjoying the company of one of my childhood friend as he also managed to get hold of the same vehicle…nevertheless what a day to rejoice an unprecedented union. So from Rashbehari three of us; headed for the shrine, Ram my hydrabadi friend was quite inquisitive about the special day and wanted to grasp the maximum jovial proceedings. So finally we took our left and entered Kali Temple Road ; bare body priests scattered here and there stalking every devotee; garlands of marigold and china rose being watered for the best price bargain, the road had an eccentric gusto, hawkers sitting behind the piled up red books (Hal Khata) promising a better start for the upcoming year in all spheres of transaction. My childhood friend runs his own medical shop so it has a special meaning for him altogether, so there was wide variety he had to pick up, starting from the red book with a Swastik on the cover binding, Raju (My Childhood friend) was very conversant with the prices and all so he had a healthy bargain of all the items.

The entrance of the temple was heavily cordoned with Kolkata police….Ram was somewhat flummoxed with the early day crowd and was finding it slightly difficult paving his way, though I was survillent. It was quarter to 5…and devotees were jostling around with supreme energy they had already formed handful number of circles around the main shrine of the goddess. Devotees were standing back to back with their offerings holding above their head to keep it sacred as much as possible; some resting by the marble wall some by the railing, I could already see some losing on their sprit but still not ready to give up until they realize the goddess within best proximity. We took a deliberate short cut and went up to the Nath Mandir which was buzzing with Sanskrit chants by the priests in business. I was under the impression that from Nath Mandir I will at least have one chance to set my eyes on her on the first day but even after nudging and squeezing out there I could just manage to see the crown.

For a moment, I was upset, as Ram didn’t have the right kind of rendezvous with her….honestly I was content and happy that at least I was among so many on the first day of the Bengali New Year …….i am genuinely thankful to her as things are far away from bleak and will also glitter very shortly. SUBHA NABOBORSHO ….May god bless U.

The Blanket!!!

Its dark yellow with blue floral prints spread across, well knitted with fitting colour thread, the white jacket dilutes the loudness of colours by few tones but is necessary to salvage its prettiness in the days ahead to come. Unknown of whether there exists separate blankets for men and women- but if there is any classification then the one I am having must be for the fairer-sex because it looks and exudes feminine virtues. A bachelor like me would never mind something feminine hugging all through the night. Summer vacations of school was no less than escape to freedom at my maternal uncle’s place which allowed me to flush out all statutory disciplines for a month and then returning back into the cordon just before the commencement of school. The blanket lives to its full size only for two months and for the rest ten it dwells in the dark loft neatly coiled inside the brown tarnished trunk.

It awaits for the summon which normally goes just couple of weeks after the Kali Puja, after descending it adorns the quintessential white jacket and then its all ready to tender the warmth and take care of me in those chilly nights. It takes few days to wane out the odour of naphthalene and that extra pulpiness almost like a new bride in the bed who knows her role in the dark but projects a dignified awe to his partner. I don’t slip into deep sleep right after retiring to bed; once under the blanket a normal time is needed to develop that medium which propagates the universal language between us; nobody in this exchange process speaks loud enough so the threat of being overheard is almost nil. From here, i would address the blanket as she or her, which will give the inkling of the glue between us. I try to keep her posted with the preceding events I have been through then analyse it together and finally acknowledge her contribution in creating the operational plan for the next day. I have heard lot about body languages but have not seen much of them who can decipher it correctly; but here she have an edge, barring the face my entire body needs her cover which allows her to sniff me like an criminal investigating dog and leaves no occult secret within me. When episodes of life unfolds as per expectations or there is unprecedented leap i start foreseeing more embellished pictures of future under her meticulous surveillance and end up jutting few inches extra out of excitement and at bleak times when it seems that the entire world is conspiring against me; nothing is falling in place; dreams looks like mirages; own presence leaves no mark of significance; felling of deprivation surges new heights; suggestion turns me wild; unsuccessful becomes the cult word in life; my body succumbs and squeezes from unknown fear, the cold just waiting at the threshold of the blanket makes no impact, she embraces me even after continuous twisting of sides.

This winter has been devoid of any upheavals, we have not exercised the coded language much between us, as there has been very less developments on my part. Staying awake until late into night, doing stuffs, which are little more than just time pass, browsing sites, which can’t be, watched when the family is around, downloading music which will surely not be all time classics, buzzing some nocturnal friends online, peeping uncerominoulsly at the deserted street from my clumsy bathroom. No, i have not craved for her like yesteryears, all this winter i went to bed after hearing the wake up calls from the mosque and i don’t remember much of our conscious activities in the cot. I have been busy preparing my undulating mind for some more awful times, which will just spare my body from cutting it into two measured pieces- ideas came and went none stayed with me, i was getting on to their nerves but still they maintained nihilistic calm (Family). A fugitive from the eyes studded with questions in the day and an undisputed chief in the wee hours of the night when nobody was seen around. Every night roped in new believes which looked so achievable in the dark- I could see no force stopping me from the inevitable (accomplishment). Yes, the sense of true sprite followed me to my bed where she waited, and then i pulled her over me-bit of adjustment, yes this year it’s been more as we have almost behaved like alien to each other but still her cover up was of paramount importance more to arrest the sprit than to keep the cold at bay. By the next mid day, i was back to my normal- no unnecessary excitement to break the jobless streak. One chance, yes that is what I need; (the same thing will never happen again but if it happens twice then it will definitely happen for the third time) i have no clue how true is this. Often basking under the thoughts of unnerving incidents, i counted the number of opportunity, which came in my way, but i decided not to embark for no good reason. I don’t know the exact count more appropriately i don’t want to know but it is ought to be two as here i am waiting for the last one which will have a boarder. Never broached such instances which had genuine prospect in disguise of sturdy openings to her to avoid criticism which would have compelled me to admit that i am no better than a urchin in this realm where only a fit can survive and the rest are mere spectators.

The medium of universal language has almost ceased, quite deliberate as i never wanted to educate her of my predicament, which shows no sign to end, but then she can smell my deep sighs, which speaks on my behalf. The other day i saw my mom baking her under the vehement sunrays which means once again it’s time to bid her good bye and rake her into that pitch dark loft for the approaching hibernation period. I strongly condemn my unfriendly behaviour towards her –but then you can’t blame me bluntly for everything, this much is allowed in a rapport which has now continued for quite a time. Even if I wanted, i could not disrupt the jinx in the last few days. Therefore, i am all set to let her go only if she promises to be my talisman in the forthcoming winter and we will reinstall that medium which only responds to likely souls.

VIBGYOR

Its been quite a number of years i have abstained myself from the warmth of the free spirited hues; it was a cold equation i shared. Well....i thought i am different by being indifferent. This HOLI came charging towards me and broke the notion of being different with a vehement thud. Now the word is ABUNDANCE instead of ABANDON. Never wanted to be smudged.....did i don too many colors today!!!! Let me tell you i tried my level through procrastination..but i believe the same “P” factor got me into the groove.

Hey Chandan Da.....u rock man SAAAALAM to your never ending energy. Today the moment i spotted you leaning forward from the balcony of 17 Girish Avenue, all decked up...i was quite sure something is in store ....did u mind the Peeka BOOO..well it was quite blur.

Gyan....you are gutsy man...i will always reckon you to be the person who can take things up head on. Cheers .

Arif....What a turnaround dude!!! You are a standalone example of the word emancipation. Did you find the scrubber....if not let me know i have one handy......MOTU.

Kalim...you came in late but then you picked up like a Bannister. You had no other choice...

Jwala Da....the wait has really been worth....but bit disappointed, we were all set for the RAMAYAN.... just need to tell you one very important thing....you are that pure unknown factor without which our gatherings looks bleak..we mean it Mr Singh. Cheers to Coffee.

Ratnabali....you have been the X factor today....felt sorry for you, how many buckets were down on you....did you keep the count...??? Yu..uu. Anyways slowly but steadily you are pitching in as an effective and dependable team member of the rowdy gang...we don’t mind...What say guys???

Moti....as expected came in late but emerged as a show stopper. Any doubt Arijit Da??? We love you and miss u sooo much, Keep in touch. Don’t drift apart.

Arijit da, Goju, Boudi. One basic reason behind our frequent meetings is you and your wonderful family. You people have always been an impeccable host...All we do is think about a party and pass the buck on to you and we know that its in safe hands....

Goju.. well i know i have been a spoil sport ...hopefully next year you will see me in full colors.

I have seen lot of changes in last one year or so, have adapted to most of it ...will ensure i can keep doing the same.

Thnkx to everyone..lov you guys ..HAPPY HOLI. Cheers to Colors of Life.

Seems my thoughts have eloped.

Are you missing those texts filled with gargantuan content, sneaking through all congestion to clutter your late night inbox?? Yes!! you got it absolutely right i mean to say the “Link” to my clandestine world which defies all such protocols. Its been some time now i have not been able to find one such factoid which can shape up to an anecdote. I wonder what exactly went wrong;

Is it that, now i am blessed with copious reasons (bad or good indifferent) and i have ceased behaving like a rookie?...... Partially true now i don’t latch on to every second development and lavish it with ponderous thoughts from its genesis to its implications, trying to reason out the slightest of skew. Now my tryst with incidents have increased by many folds ......no i am not hinting to the fact that of late i can’t keep minute detail of each and every spirited development or a sorry mayhem; its only that now i have become bit pompous about the space (Blog).

It seems that even my thoughts have eloped ....really don’t want to pull up a long face like a tyrant father whose not so little daughter is on run. My interpretation on this would be heavily based on its richness. Well there was a time when my sporadic not so meaningful thoughts hardly sported any conformity, and then couple of back-to-back incidents tore apart the jinx ...certainly want it to say forever. Simple factoids went through series of convoluted curving before they resulted into cohesive happily mingled tapestry of thoughts. Seems like the affluence of thoughts has put me in a state of bother; because now i have my trail thoughts as reference.

Deluge of factoids and my quest to enrich the seamless thoughts evokes lot about manifestation, which eventually would meet with more meaningful vista. The last two potent paragraphs clearly says how badly i am seeking for quality plots and thoughts to weave it together before giving it a name in my blog. However, if i say that there is no dearth of potency and flair in the incidents and they are vaguely convincing enough.... well i think i have become bit apprehensive and have started looking at things through a sceptical glass. I have been diagnosed with jitters of baring it all. My friends Pls pray for my speedy recovery only if you want to flow with my imaginative prowess for some time now.