I have this strange desire of being around less and less people. A group doesn’t suit me. I prefer solitude and some me-time. This desire doesn’t stem from the fact that I am doing something substantial in life. It’s far away from it. Just alone. I am not an artsy person who would make able use of the time. Just shy of being a introvert when it comes to communication. Continue reading Thapar ke Raste
It shouldn’t have taken long for this come up. I have got no particular excuses other than eating and sleeping and even more eating during my visits to home. December is always a fantastic time in Jamshedpur. There’s the warmth of the day, the cold of the night and the ever dependable spicy and absolutely heavenly (to those who have already been deceived in Delhi and Bombay specially) golgappas and littis for company. I almost forgot about the tilkuts, those sweet saucer shaped delicacies made from the sesame seeds.
Perhaps, I am too taken up with the food in this place which made me ramble on for no reason at all. So be it.
Some Railway Journeys
I have been a fan of railways ever since my childhood. The colours, the sounds, the abysmal food of the pantry cars, the selling cry of Chai! Chai! beginning at 7 in the morning and continuing till 11, the grumbling of irate passengers of the train being late, the Great Adjustment Game which starts with the meeting of a 20 something-alone-male traveler and the Indian Family who got separated when their seats got confirmed at the last moment or just simply a game of ludo or some good ol’ talks with complete strangers. A complete potpourri for an interesting travel story. Such things have never ceased to amaze me. Continue reading A Random Assortment of Images Part 2
The year is coming to a close and it suddenly dawned upon me that I have been seriously negligent towards my blog. At the beginning of the 2017, I had taken up a resolution – More blog posts and more reading and writing. Sigh!
Seldom has any resolution of mine made its way past January. I am very at it.
But I don’t really have anything to post here. So much for writing. Meh! After going through my computer, I came across some of the images I have taken over the past month. I have this tendency of taking photos of whatever catches my eye. There isn’t a single one of me though. I don’t generally boast of my skills (not that I have any except being the sole maintainer of my blog). I thought that I could do something worthwhile with these. Quick and easy way out. Continue reading A Random Assortment of Images Part 1
I remember it was the December of 2009 when I created my first email address in Gmail in a small nondescript café housed in a ground floor flat in a mostly residential area of an equally small town in North Bengal (which has just 2/3 trains passing through it in the entire day even now). Just 15 computers in a cramped up small room. Going by the young crowd moving in and out of the room, it could have been easily mistaken for a tuition class. The resemblance was too strong. School/College junta with bags drooping over their shoulder – heavy from the books which were supposed to be opened, the occasional banter and the jittery feeling whenever the exam results were out. The café didn’t have a name. The Place was anything but a place for studying. It was place for Counter Strike 1.6, FIFA08 and Need For Speed junkies and for some other stories which would deviate me from my own story. Continue reading My Affinity for Emails
There are a few things in Thapar which are so good that you would want to sit back, relax and lavish praise on them. But it wouldn’t come through words; language would fail you. It wouldn’t come through actions either; you would be overwhelmed. How it happens is unique to everyone of us.
The Fine Arts and Photographic Society (FAPS) perhaps is the crux of the whole gamut of such things. Now, I know the acronym is a misnomer and would invite a few chuckles or hmmm from people, but this has been the traditions since beginning. Why the authorities decided to go on with the name and that too in an ‘engineering college’ is matter of different proportions. Continue reading Kaleidoscope 2017
It’s 8:50 AM and Microsoft’s Weather App is showing it is 15°C in Patiala, Punjab. And there’s Fog. My lips edged itself towards a smile. I love winters and I love fog! Never had I experienced such winters in Jamshedpur where people would rush to the Tibetan Market at the beginning of November when the temperature search on Google barely showed 17°. And there was no fog (read never, except one or two days at the end of December).
Make no mistakes here. I am not from Delhi (so would not proclaim a Dil Walo ki Dilli). Ergo my lungs breathe in fresh air with no PM2.5 gibberish in the atmosphere so my fondness is completely natural. It is not smog. My eyes don’t get irritated and I do not need to cover my mouth. It’s beautiful in here. White. Wherever the eyes go, everything is covered with dew drops. The plants look clean and yes, my cycle is washed every day. Every morning when I rush to the cycle stand to go to my classes, I can see barely 3 feet and it’s so chilly. It’s the best time of the year. People huddle together, come late to class, get reprimanded by the Professors and then go back to their slumber state as soon as they hit the bench. And it is the season of momos and coffee! Two things I will forever be a fan of. Continue reading A Wintry Morning Post
Spending two months at home after five months of college with all its tests, mess food, hitting the attendance criteria and the last moment submissions is relaxing to be put in a very mild way. I wished to go as far away from home as possible to a different state for my college and I had got what I wanted. My wishes are crazy cause who wants to abandon the sweet hearth of home after spending 18 years? I wanted to. But my wish has led me to new experiences, a new culture and meeting new people and a completely different mindset. In the last 1 year of leaving home, I have matured (desperately hope so). Living far away is exciting. But the journey of coming back is what drives me nowadays. Never had I hoped that I would harbor such feelings. The strings which attached me to my place are no longer tied to me, yet it is the emotional spring of memories which keeps calling me back. Continue reading A Sunday Post
So, the monsoon is here, India is getting green again after the long and tedious bout of the sweltering heat of Summer. I did not go to school on 20th June, 2014. The Rains prevented me. I was in home with my camera and when I looked at my garden, I found this……. So captured this moment.
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I went to Kerala (it’s a state in South India) in December 2011 along with my family on a vacation. I had expected just the usual sights – lungi clad men, coconut trees, beaches, rubber plantations et cetera. But what I really saw there was completely exhilarating and enchanting! Words cannot merely describe the scenes and the serene atmosphere. Truly Kerala is God’s Own Country.
NB – I used Instagram for these edits. If you are not in taste with this use then I am humbly sorry.