Mar 30, 2006

Avril and Me


I really do like Avril and I believe that if I try I may start looking like her .....though my friends are rather discouraging...But i seriously believe that I can too look like her with this tie and socks on the hand and a Ganjee.....What do you think?

Mar 22, 2006

Me and My ambitions!!

When we all were nothing but kids...we all had ambitions of something doing big! Well just like any other kid I too, had my share of ambitions!!!! I had all these silly ambitions of becoming a police officer (like Kiran Bedi),a doctor (the most common) and the most daring and favorite of mine was that of becoming an Astronaut!!! To be very honest this was not my original idea ....my partner in crime was my cousin brother Tutuda!

We'd  mugged up from the various encyclopedias all about space n aircrafts and astronauts....and we had this strong belief that it's very much possible to make a rocket n off to the moon!!!!! With this strong belief and stars in our eyes oneday we decided that we are all set to build our own rocket!! Our factory was a small rooftop adjoining chamber in my aunt's apartment and  throughout the summer vacation, the main thing that we used to do in the noon time was to make our own rocket!! Obviously our main inputs were some old packing boxes,some broken pieces of a basin......and our vivid imagination! We had even decided that my brother is going to be the pilot and me the co-pilot! We were on the verge of almost finishing our work (don't ask how) when oneday my aunt caught us on the roof top during the noon time amidst all these! Forget about the scoldings that we got, or the restrictions that were set after this,....but that was the end of our Mission Impossible!


So that was one of my childhood antics .......I know they are very much silly ....but that's my signature style perhaps!

Love ......Passion.....Gen Y

Just a few weeks back I watched the movie"Rang de Basanti".....Infact I know many of you have watched this movie and had the urge to do something......well it happened with me too....and in a kind of josh I sent a SMS for help for Jessica Lal case,talked about it,followed every bits of news for the Jessica Lal case..........and thats it!Thats it!Thats what an inspired Gen Y gal like me did!Then I realized I had done nothing....it wasn't something great.......infact I am not doing anything extraordinary....just blindly following the trend!

Is this is what the tag line of Rang de Basanti means....Generation Awakens!!Are we awake!NO we aren't!It was the youth which was once the pulse of the pre independent India...it was the Will,Determination and Courage of the youth which was the main foundation of the freedom of India......then what happened today!

I would rather say it's not only the influence of easy life style from the west....also lack of any role model!In these days who are our role models....Cricketers or Filmstars!How many of us have A P J Kalam as our role model....a Kalpana Chawla for a role model?The cause is the real lack of those poeple who would pose as the ideal rolemodel in front of us. A person who will inspire us to strive for Excellence......who would ask us to "Arise Awake and stop not till the goal is reached!"We are confused bunch of kids who in absence of real role models vainly try to emmulate some rather glamourous personalities!

One request I would like to make to you people....why dont we instead of complaining for absence of role models try to become role models ourselves....Maybe in this pursuit we may not have success....but atleast our children won't be able to complain like us!Let us try to get a better future for the future generation!

""abhi abhi hua yakeen
ke aag hain mujh main kahin
huyi subah main jaal gaya
suraj ko main niggal gaya!
roobaru roshni!"

Mar 13, 2006

The 'Princess' and I

I was then a small kid, about 5 years old, when I first met the 'Princess'. She was a lanky,extremely fair and a rather thin girl who bore a proud look on her face....never used to initiate any kind of conversation with anyone and answered in monosyllables. Frankly speaking I disliked the very sight of her! From that moment I nicknamed her 'The Princess'.

Years went by, but we never had a good relationship. In fact I always believed that she was a big snob! It was when we were in Class V ,i.e about 10 years old, we started to know each other. She used to come to my mother for help in Bengali and in return used to help me out in English. Slowly a kind of need based friendship started to blossom between us...but a rather inconsistent one! We were not the bestest friends...it was that whenever we used to be there together we used to have fun! Never knew when from being just having 'masti' type of friends, we moved into a new dimension....of sharing little secrets......happiness......pains..........sharing out a laughter together, having new adventures together, wiping out each other's tears.

Some of the special things we experienced in life were together......like bunking classes......reading Mills and Boons romance under biology book......cheating and so forth. In fact we used to go to a Maths tuition together...and we used to share a mutual hatred towards that Maths tutor, who used to scold us vehemently on our lack of mathematical abilities.On those days I'd get ready in the morning...go to her home and wake her up from the sleep and most of the time she would refuse to come with me and missed the classes...while I had to attend the classes alone...cursing her and promising to myself that I will never talk to her anymore!

We used to dream together and still do........of being very rich,having a big mansion.....with Ferraris and BMWs and Mercedes. In fact it was our mock lawyer debates which had inspired her to study law! We always had this unique love hate relationship.....and in reality we were each other's biggest critic!

Things have changed.........we have changed......relationships have changed........but whenever I think of her ....I'm reminded of a girl who used to buy expensive gifts just to cool down her rather grumpy and angry friend! And whatever happens in future, the memories that I have shared with her, I'll never forget. Cheers my friend :)

Feb 8, 2006

Too much of Everything leads to Nothing!

When I was a kid, I used to keep a small diary where I'd ask all my friends or relatives to write something.....be it about me or anything they want to write! As usual being an obedient daughter, I started it with my mother. She's a teacher and I've always been an admirer of her knowledge.So she wrote.......

"Ati darpe hata lanka 
Ati manena kaurava
Ati dane balir bardhan
Sarvan atyantya garhitan"

Those who are familiar with Hindu mythology would definitely know the characters of Bali, Kauravas and Ravana of course! In simple  English that too much of pride brought an end to the great Rakshasha dynasty of Lanka, too much of vainness brought an end to the great clan of Kauravas and too much of giving brought an end to the King Bali. So it concludes that too much of everything is not appreciable.This is something which has been advocated by the Vedas,long time back. But I don't believe in it just because its written in the Vedas or just because my mom wrote it to me, I believe in it, it's because I've experienced it in my life, naye not only in my life but also in the lives of others! I've seen people who had been practical throughout their lives, but somewhere down the line they haven't been satisfied with their achievements because somewhere they've used their brains to counter attack situations which should've been best countered by the heart...yet their habit of referring to the brain when needed, made them forget about the existence of deeper feelings, sentimentalities etc. So perhaps that sanskrit phrase holds true in the larger context. I dont want to comment further on this topic coz I believe I'm still not matured enough to do so. I don't know about the rest...but I believe in it and thats all I need to do at this moment I guess!

Jan 28, 2006

Gurdian Angel

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot here she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.
Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello." The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad.The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different." I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,Really?"
"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by."
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am."

"I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. "My job here is done". I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you. Like the story says, we all need someone... And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way. The value of a friend is measured in the heart.

Dec 28, 2005

My Treasure Hunt

When I was a kid....rather an imaginative one,  I used to spend my past time in reading adventure books and inevitably I used to get so influenced or rather impressed by the characters that I'd read, that I used to imagine myself as the 'hero'ine and believed each and every words that I used to read!

It so happened that after reading so many books on treasure hunt especially 'Treasure Island' I got this idea that getting treasures are very easy...especially if there's an old house (of course if it's a bit ruined that's the icing on the cake!) you are sure to get some kind of treasure if you have the tenacity and persistence!!!
Now we had this ancestral house at Dakhshineswar which was quite old and a bit ruined ofcourse...so I decided that this would be my happy hunting ground! So in all the weekends we used to go and visit there...I used to spend most of the time hunting for my precious treasure!

We had this old room, sort of an attic room at the rooftop where all the disused, old and broken things were stored...i.e it was basically a sort of store room! However, I got this crazy idea that perhaps this was the room where my treasure would perhaps be hidden...coz this was the least obvious place for others to search for it....and Aye! I promised to myself that I would not relent until and unless I find out my precious treasure from there! Hence, as soon as I decided on my target, I spent the whole noon hunting for my "precious"! No scoldings or repeated warnings could make me lose my focus...the others were just obstacles(as it happens in the books the deadly 'villains', including several cockroaches and spiders!) Aye! you know what my friends, it's truly said that persistence bears fruit....so at last after a neverending search I got a 'ring' - which I called 'Boidurja Moni'! At last I was the victor, though at that present moment I was looking more like a lunatic from Ranchi assylum coz of being smeared with the cobwebs and my hair resembling like a 'bird's nest'! And victoriously I went back to my folks (read angry dad whom my grandma was busy coaxing!)and showed them the prize...... 'Boidurja Moni' !!!!!

Aye my friends...I was so terribly proud so happy......I felt like the richest person on earth or perhaps like Columbus.....but my villianous relatives didn't welcome my discovery...they didn't yield my friends and they announced boldly...."So you got hold of this 'tuti futi' cheap, old, thrown away ring" !!!!!

Nobody listened to my point of view...instead I got a good thrashing from my mom.....and repeated threats "If you dare to do it again then.........!!!!!" So my friends for that time being I had to discard my ideas of treasure hunt...the villains were too villainous to fight with.....but hope never dies and I promise I will go for another treasure hunt this time to AFRICA!!!!!! And I hope that you will encourage me in this adventure...and if you want to be part of that...no problemo.....just pay all the necessary costs...and I promise you won't regret it!!!!

Till then
Adios.....

Dec 6, 2005

The Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his room-mate all the things he could see from outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live, for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlightened by all the activities and the colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while the children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all these exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

Days and weeks passed by. One morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the change, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased room-mate to describe such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue :
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared is doubled. If you want to feel rich just count all the things you have that mpney cannot buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the Present."

Keep smiling always.

Oct 29, 2005

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. This is my very first attempt in creating any, so you can very well guess that I'm quite novice at this... hopefully you'll forgive my shortcomings and point out mistakes or areas for improvement. I will try not to make a futile effort in being a 'Writer' , rather try to entertain within my limits. Hope you like it :)