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I’ve Got Mail!

In school, we had a topic on letter writing. I always chose formal letters. They were short, scoring. I don’t think I have ever written an informal letter unless compelled to. The prospect of writing to a friend or family and getting it corrected marked by a third person didn’t find any favour in me. These are supposed to be personal, with emotive warmth, soothing. I did not want to get marks by laying bare my personal thoughts to some other person. Continue reading I’ve Got Mail!

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Ye Jo Khushi

When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you achieve it – Paulo Coelho

Ever since my schooldays I have loved October. To me it meant the end of my second terminal examinations, a thing which I used to do better than I supposedly do now in college. I wasn’t really that afraid of the papers – I enjoyed it. The weather was better, afternoons less hot and I could laze around the house reading, watching TV or just day dreaming, counting days left until Pujo and talking to myself while others slept. There was not much to do. I used to look forward to the Pujo edition of Graphiti which used to come with The Telegraph. Stories of old, doodles by Biplab Deb and amusing myself with the repartee of the columnists. Derek still used to maintain his quizzing column with occasional questions from his father’s DI Quiz. Pujo for Bengalis is not only restricted to devotion – it’s an amalgamation of spending days shopping when even the most serious and easily irritable Baba left his newspaper or sports to lend his decision (and open his wallet) on the quality and showed his bargaining prowess (which until then was a quality only accorded to the missus of the house), of being carefree and given the freedom to stay until 8 at night, of being given an allowance for Pujo, of binge eating on golgappas, ice creams, chats, chowmein and not being scolded for it. To some it also meant trying to find that someone special in the crowds of the pandal and spending hours dreaming. It was when the word crush just meant a physical activity and infatuation was yet to come into my vocabulary. The disappointment was never to last long – there were many pandals, many hopes, many stories yet to be written. Bengalis have humanized their favourite deity – goddess Durga and is worshipped as much as demon-slayer, bringer of justice as a daughter returning to her home, Earth with her children, their mama bari. To me it also represented a time when social networks were yet to pervade our lives and special Pujo ads meant for a specific demographic didn’t attract FIRs as it does now. So much for being connected! Continue reading Ye Jo Khushi

A Random Assortment of Images Part 1

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

Kaleidoscope 2017

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

Durga Pujo 2014 @ Jamshedpur – Mahalaya

I have been waiting to do this since long – to write a vivid account of the Pujo celebrations in Jamshedpur, my hometown. Last year, I almost would have written it but a last minute announcement at my coaching institute about an exam after the holidays, screwed things up for me. It was not that I did gloriously in the exam too; it was a disaster beyond imagination for me. Sort of a blasphemy, if you are going to ask me. Reason? As a true bangali during the pujo, I did not even care to turn over a single page. Oh! Come on – the Durga Puja’s are here only for a couple of days – not even a week and somebody expects a machcher jhol bangali to study?  Never. It’s a short and crisp answer residing in the negative zone. Continue reading Durga Pujo 2014 @ Jamshedpur – Mahalaya

When it Rains, I Bloom in Colours

When it Rains, I Bloom in Colours
When it Rains, I Bloom in Colours

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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Enchanting Kerala – A Picturesque Journey

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.


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February, 2019. Patiala, Punjab
It has been more than 7 years since I visited Kerala. This visit also marks the last family vacation we made. Before leaving, I remember that I told people about how it would be my our last vacation. Never realized that years down the line those words would still hold true. After that came my ICSE, 11th and 12th, entrance and finally college. I have travelled across the North and South of India between these years with parents. But it was never a vacation. There was supposed to be a vacation in October, 2018 but circumstances dictated otherwise. I am not complaining. If not today then perhaps tomorrow?

Sometimes going through old posts, I recall the moments. And those moments in Kerala were beautiful. Spice gardens, Chinese Fishing Nets in Kochi, banana chips, my first taste of filter coffee, looking at film posters pasted on walls in Trivandrum and wondering why do all the Malayali actors have moustaches and also a meeting two young nurses in train en route to Trivandrum from Madras Central whose stories made the night journey fantastic. They bought me a full deep fried banana from a station vendor. The taste was horrible. I pretended. I smiled. My personal favourite was the Munnar – Periyar region. The only hill station of Kerala with its acres of tea and coffee plantations, blue skies made for a lovely scenic beauty. All the images in this post are from that region.

Yes, the winter of 2011 was enchanting. Continue reading Enchanting Kerala – A Picturesque Journey