Lesson Learnt!!!!

My baba has been trying hard to teach me a fundamental lesson like a full fledged zealot... ... since my high school days .....then got embroiled with college curriculum and university was no different.

It almost became a rhyme and then god knows when it stopped bursting my ear drums!!!

“Khokono Oonner budhi te Raja Howar Swapnoo  dekho na.....nijer budhi te vikari hole kothi ney”

Why can’t i dream big if there is somebody wise who will help me to take some judicious decisions and by the same virtue will be able to flutter my success over dejection. Ostensibly quite an easy equation or is it slightly skewed!!

My latest portfolio of penchant is Bhopal and its Nawabs...  “Dost Md Khan” the first Nawab of the princely state could have made it big as a small time trader in Afganisthan..... without any bloodshed or real time carnage had he not ventured out as a despotic young lad to rescue the Mughal court.

The young Dost never allowed any sentiment to come closer to the weak moments as they tend to get smudged leaving no string to undo the whole thing.

Let them call you tyrant; unapologetic, because once you are down on your own you will always try to overcome it with deep focus on the obvious solution; but in case somebody else paves the path for you then you will waste quality time reasoning the hard conclusion... 

Old and on the back Burner

My first cousin sister draped in not so ethnic modern blue Benarasi Sari looked eloquent as a newlywed bride on her reception. I must admit that she managed the embellished status quite well and was all ready for a great foray with a much-needed virtual Talisman in toe.

She greeted every stranger with a wide smile, which translated her open mindedness for anything new and meaningful. Our family was in all praise for her and her parents were judiciously poignant to keep the gravity of the situation intact. How can a new bride deny anybody for a photo session that too when you are not very clear what relevance will that particular person hold in the coming future days when you are offshore. Her in-laws family sat close to her in regular intervals just to check how genuinely is their boy blessed.

I just can’t be so lenient by calling the groom a charmer but certainly an Ice breaker. First, i thought he had a legible crash course of maintaining the right balance but with time, he proved us all wrong and evolved as a person who would never demonstrate or would imitate dichotomy of principal.

The evening can be marked as full on display of colour, glitter of yellow metal or for that matter anything but not prosaic. I just saw an old woman peeping through the jovial array, which almost farmed like an impregnable wall. The dignified black background of a magnified theatre always have non performing crewmembers behind it to aggravate performance under the spot light.

I craned our Grand Maa from the obscure clutter and helped her to climb down.

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