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.

Rendezvous with Light.

On an overtly sunny day just when the two fatigueless hands of the grand old church watch is ready for an unison vertically, gesticulating the omnipotent circular system to exude vociferous energy by encapsulating quantum of light rays and how many times have I got back to my dwelling giddily being vanquished by the ubiquitous reason.

Prodigal and light are two words which seems to be genetically so rich and their legendary richness has always barred the normal deluge and ebb. Too much of prodigal thought or exhibition of the same can cordon your consciousness and siege it to the crest, which in some of the isolated cases defies illuminating the grey areas behind the cordon. Well I wonder in the whirlpool of so many factoids, which has given me feeble intonation of extreme unlikely vacuum by keeping the rich glow at bay there by tightening the regular up and down movements.

Well have you ever felt like a dilapidated conossiure gaping at the swirling down colour-tampered leaves; yes autumn has just sneaked in and its time for them to create space for replenishment and initiate a new epoch. Though I always ask my friends not to use their treasured logic instead flow with the prowess of my thoughts; here I would give biological science a chance. For plants and trees, autumn means time to ejaculate all toxic materials it has deposited throughout the year and in the process; it changes its colour for a brighter start. But when do we clean up our system??

So categorically, we have a day that reckons the path breaking return of Lord Ram to Ayodha after squashing the fragile but malevolent dark sprit; the sacred land was caught in the obnoxious web and the special son of the land choose one particular day to wipe away all sorts of grimness from the face of his followers. With his divine foray Ayodha was lit up like never before celebrating the festival of light.

Like any other normal person, I have inculcated within me the art of anticipation and that could be just from the sheer thought of having a hope. However, there is no dearth of fervent expectation from her round the year but during this time of the year; glorified thoughts are lit up with energy burning all snags showing me an illuminating vista until the next rendezvous. HAPPY DIWALI. LET LIGHT PREVAIL.

Hills.

“Hills are the cry for the unreachable”...is it just a calligraphy?? Or what else can you deduce out of this tormented fiasco...by any chance are you trying to coil the free end of the string with the legendary silken beard, then you are virtuous with all the fictitious brilliance. Therefore, is he asking us to epitomise hill as coveted as possible, cry as a prodigal waste for the unreachables.

Well this is what best i could emasculate out of this sheer genius work but then i have an improvised definition or for that matter outlook. “Hills are the crystalline tears of the unvanquished” Yes today you might be the unvanquished but does that stop you from commemorating those serpentine roads up to the hills made of salted liquid.

Deliverance from misery.

Well I believe this voluntary space have become the den of plights, here i have bared all possible nuances of trouble and my not so pontificating virtues under upheaval situations. Almost all my write-ups are smudged with befitting agony, some are coherent but then you would also find abundance of trivial facts those, which have been baptised under my surveillance into misery. Even i have addressed some epochs which are completely unacquainted to the feel and meaning of misery but like a hot-air balloon which exhibits and enjoys independence from the strong tentacles but can hardly free itself from the string of anguish. Whenever i have made an attempt to flush out the sombre feel with the intoxicating merry broom there has been few sticky grave streaks denying to change its position. Like after a brief vehement shower the sun dazzles us with the hope of keeping the gloominess at bay but then it is so ephemeral, in no time the layers of dark clouds coated with tranquilizers puts the invincible glow at rest. deliverance

Like I have illustrated my misery, (according to some of my loyalists, this is what i do the best) but then life has many forms and facets and all are distinct in their own might. Distress has got its own share of space; what share?? Lot more than what it actually deserves. Now that i have this opportunity to fill up those lacerated plots, won’t i make maximum use of it? What is apprehension?? Well for me it’s the fear of practicing that much awaited trade which has one thing in common omen but has two potent polarised strengths. Never had the likes of Paul the octopus of FIFA the sole culprit for handpicking the favourites out of the soccer gala but still pretended to be a clairvoyant, which resonated only the wrong things at the right place eventually left the right place for the right things.

Like a novice who is instigated to pounce into the pool of water by his counterparts but when their boosting falls on his stoic approach they resort to the extreme. I have been one of the flamboyant fugitives and then came to a stunning halt just as the almighty wanted. Situations were fabricated i was under the impression that i have taken my definite guard, than the intoxicated “ME” took all those serpentine lanes where i found all those alluring nectars with venom like aftermath. There has been no dearth of matters so far embellishments of my tough times are concerned; all got its apt manifestation. Surprisingly received some inspiring pats for displaying antecedents with ill-omened fillings. Like a pilot who is out of the cockpit for a long time simply needs some quality time for practice before he can fly again with no hesitation; I also can’t deliver the awful anymore as i am out....Yes I AM OUT OF IT.

I am out of many things but more importantly has started following the path of renunciation from the latent fear psychosis of something inauspicious when the arena isn’t so sulking. Result is commendable; life is an arsenal of surprises and i have missed out in so many occasions when i was so close by it. Can’t mention it to be a revamp but there has been some significant changes, one needs to cover both the extreme poles in life as it facilitates to have a thorough understanding of all the contours and experience turbulence and serenity in cycle. Life for me is some -what similar to the long cascading hair of a women; if it is left open for too long the rowdy free ends after a brief affluent show-off becomes adulterated, so forming BUN which apparently defines complications allows you to siphon the best through its free ends and the coil forms a shield during ordeal.

Lunch at an up-market restaurant, movie at a multiplex, trying out couple of vehement colours for shirts and t-shirts, filling the shelf with bottles of fragrances, certainly seems to be a glossary of sheen showing its rear end to self-manifested misery. Here i have an iota of contradiction to clear off, though there are people who imbibe such practises to hide bald facts but now here i am fostering the same with no clandestine laceration. Well it took me the whole of eternity to scrub the tarnish (some self- imposed) and allow the sheen to surface making it more vibrant and radiant. If you accept the universal fact that life has two significant sides to it, dull&bright then it is very much in accord to day&night, darkness of night exemplifies end of all sorts of vivaciousness and the popular wait for ray of hope, again a bright day scatters the obnoxious jinx. After a prolong wait the morning glow broaches hues of inspiration from the peril but can you ask the hapless dark to shrink a bit before it takes over, allowing you to bask in the glory for some more time than usual. CONFUSED...?? Well the answer is a complete no, its just another combination like H2O, 2 molecules of hydrogen and 1 molecule of oxygen. Quite simple to elucidate and equally difficult to put it in real perspective use, the axis on which life revolves is conditioned only to dark&Light .

Any small achievement can give you a paramount feel provided you have someone to share it with, and then finally that huge feeling will find a permanent abode in you. Still happy with the big feel journey which has enhanced the hope of erecting an edifice by multiple folds. That “someone” was nowhere in the big space but with some positive development the unprecedented someone took the impeccable charge of the proceedings. This time I made full use of the bright side by letting the glue to dry out thereby allowing the panic-stricken misery to drift away for good...well had this been possible then darkness would had lost its enmity forever and regulated pain the fuel for spanking comebacks would had only been a thought devoid of the real feel.

Did I just rush to the conclusion? Yes, i also feel so but then pardon me for this abrupt finish, as I need to embark on the cruise, which has promised me deliverance from misery.

So let’s commemorate my new found ecstasy....................................................