Saturday, March 24, 2018

চোখের কোণে জল ।
ব্যতিক্রমী ক্রান্তি না ,
বিশ্ব বদল যোজনা না ,
সেই পুরোনো ন্যাকা কারণ গুচ্ছ ।
আবার কি ?

- অভিষিক্তা

Thursday, March 22, 2018


"Be my Spring?"



"On where you place the comma."

- Abhishikta

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Naani Ka Ghar!

For years, all over the India, naani ka ghar (dida'r bari for us who had no "mamabari") has always been the favorite holiday destination. Especially for people like me whose maternal grandparents stayed far away, at Madhya Pradesh turned Chhattisgarh. Year after year, summer and winter holidays meant Indian Railways, and Dongargarh.

How the place always smelled of Sunsilk Black, how the place always had a sky full of stars, a big ground which ended on a bunch of bush and small hills on one side and mud huts on the other. The place of my dreams where Dida told stories on the Khatiya every night, and Dadu took all the children together on a single Scooter for movies to theatres that had fans. It also meant a lot of new tricks and life lessons on cycle, kabaddi, kite tying, plastic flying, roleplay games and 6pm cartoons with Chintudada

Abandoning the place has probably been the worst decision of the family ever, however, visiting the place after about seven years, at a price that's scary but visiting nonetheless. Also, trains after forever, like the old times when Maa and I would be dippy eyed to see the first glance of the hills in the morning when we would wake up, by the sleeper class window seat which would fit me perfectly!

Just that, this time, there's no Naani to welcome us with bhaat and shorsher machh.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Valentine's Day 2018

A note on love
A note for love
Oh dear God again?
One love that puts a ring down the finger that's not mine.
One love for whom letting go was fine.
One love that never questioned back.
One love where love was all the lack.
To have a day to that.
Where you declare you're enough!
And secretly check his availability million times,
Where you end up detesting the cuties in love,
Force random poems to rhyme.
And why

- Abhishikta

Tuesday, February 6, 2018


Because the wish was to buy my own diamond before a man does, or not!
Bringing in Valentine's a week early, hence.

Because the wish was also to travel abroad atleast once before the typical low budget honeymoon with khud ka Paisa or high budget honeymoon with sasur ka Paisa, or not!

Thursday, February 1, 2018

End of THE Month

Here’s to the most fulfilling one month of my career! I have slogged and cried, spent numerous nights in deep depression of not being able to code like others, spent more days in controlled heart wailings in an environment that is vengeful, that is heartless.  The confident person that I used to be (am?) somewhere gets lost in the 9-7 office politics and the likes of it, post which which I feel THIS small, to which I go back tomorrow.

But the last month has been amazing and I would be forever grateful that it happened, without the money flow yes, but suddenly it does not seem so bad anymore. Europe with horrible back pain, Euope alone, Europe of heartbreaks, Europe of realisations.

My students from 25-55 together said “you are the best that we got” and I could not have asked for more. I taught, I taught, I taught. People listened, nodded, smiled, came back with questions and left with smiles. Finally found my call in IT which will be side-lined from Monday in the mad world and my one million needs, insecurities. My life takes the old turn now. Back to basics, or who knows.

For now, and this is a very rare event.
Thank You, Life :)
Gdansk, February 2018.

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Widower and Strange Lady

He pretended to forget that she hates coffee
And had ordered himself sugarless tea.
She pretended to forget that he hates mountains
And booked single tickets to Baltic sea.

Transit airport lounge,
Bumped into each other;
A widower
A strange lady.


Friday, January 26, 2018

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Saraswati Pujo 2018, Miss Again

পোল্যান্ড এ বরফ পড়লো, সবাই বললো "আহঃ কতো লাকি!"
কিন্তু সরস্বতী পুজোর শাড়ি টা যে হলোনা,
নাড়ু, অঞ্জলি, খিচুড়ি,
হলুদ চারিদিক !
লাকি ?!
নাকি ?!

পোল্যান্ড, জানুয়ারী ২০১৮
তৃতীয় সরস্বতী পুজো, শহর ছাড়া!

Friday, January 12, 2018

I love you, very much?

It has been a forever since I said ‘I love you’,
It has been a forever to the forever since I added ‘very much’,
Lack of people, lack of luck,
Love, mush, caring touch.

Then they claim
And mostly blame,
Promises they
Make and break.
Then they repeat the show again,
'I love you, very very much'
In the end they will never fail to say.

And it will pass away.

Blame it on the situations such
That my heart still trembles with fear,
To start with an ‘I love you’
To end with a ‘very much’.

But they claim,
And mostly blame,
Promises they
Make and break.
Here is the repeat show again,
'I love you, very very much'
In the end they will definitely say.

And it will always pass away.

Abhishikta Chakraborty

Monday, January 8, 2018

Tuesday, January 2, 2018


1. What did you do in 2017 that you’ve never done before?
Pee-ed in boys' washroom
Learnt to roll
Been in four different states on four weekends
Cried at airport
Taken solo trip
Danced in front of obscene number of people
Learnt to ride a scooty

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions and will you make more for next year?
Nothing kept, nothing made

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

4. Did anyone close to you die?

5. What countries did you visit?

6. What would you like to have in 2018 that you lacked in 2017?

7. What date from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory?
Too bad with dates.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Bearing the last one month.
2 absolute solo trips
Fighting office
Not reacting to certain people getting hitched
Reacting to certain people

9. What was your biggest failure?

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Hello Retina dislocation stage 1

11. What was the best thing you bought?
Diamond for Maa

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Good one

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
The sudden rush of possible prem and whoosh, for good, and learning

14. Where did most of your money go?

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
FS Mosaic performance
Scooty learning

16. What song/album will always remind you of 2017?
Kissing strangers

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

1. Happier or sadder? Sadder
2. Thinner or fatter? Fatter
3. Richer or pooper? Same

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

20. How did you spend Christmas?
Home :')
Woke up to Kolkata sun beside the chhader pasher ghor, had lunch at teriti with the school closest and dinner with the mother. As good as it can get :")

21. Who did you spend most of the time on the phone with?
Maa and someone who won't like the name here anymore.

22. Did you fall in love in 2017?

23. How many one night stands in this last year?

24. What was your favorite TV programme?

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

26. What was the best book(s) you read?
No book read

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?

28. What did you want and get?
Videsh possibility

29, What did you want and did not get?

30. What were your favorite films?
Nothing, or I cannot remember now

31. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?
Went home!

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

33. What would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017?
Overpriced pyjamas on sale

34. What kept you sane?
Ankita Narmada Smita (alphabetically)

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Virat Kohli

36. What political issue stirred you the most?

37. Who did you miss?

38. Who was the best new person you met?
Oh dear God, none!

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017?
People are lying machines

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?
वक़्त की क़ैद में ज़िंदगी है मगर
चंद घड़ियाँ यही है जो आज़ाद हैं

Monday, December 18, 2017

Licking Wounds

The past few weeks have been bad. I have cribbed, crammed, complained, cried, been a pain, inflicted the same pain to the handful of people around, travelled to three different cities in the last three weekends and came back to the hellhole of office.
People have put me down, let me down and disappointed and so have I maybe. Maa, Ankita and Narmada received all of it by choice or not.

Then there were these three yesterday, after a day of utter disappointment, pain, fear, anger and lone roads, and on most of the days! Touchwood.

 I am more than sure that 427 would part ways in the following months but you three have been immense in the past 2.5 years! Millions of fights, insults, cold wars, tum to tu, discussions, midnight outbursts, criticism, judging et al later, here we stand.
Sappy posts later but they really saved the day of self wailing, from different parts of the country at the present moment. At times, all the self claimed batmanhood needs shelter, voluntary shelter. Thank you!

Now I go home to lick some wounds.
For the 6th time this year but never have been this important, the break. Balaposh, komolalebu and winter sun. Hello!

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Solo Soul Cola

Airports have a strange tendency of changing you.
I have (to) spent(d) a major part of back to back weekends running through and waiting at various airports.
The aunty who told me "paise waste matt karo beta, khana book kiya Hai toh le lo" in the middle of my sleep, ah Moms!
This post however is not about airports and their consequences to our lives, it is about a solo trip and a lot of unnecessary self bragging because, who else would?

A solo trip I took on a day when someone I once trusted broke my trust completely, I had no time or luxury to cry over it except for deep sighs because I was running around one such old airport, in formals and shocking pink socks, making my way through cyclone (yes, literally), fighting my way home, finally making it after sleepless nights (a little exaggeration) and patting my back.

Independence and growing up, check.
Solo trip, check.

P.S. Did I ever mention that Bangalore somehow seemed like the safety of 'home' when I landed after the cyclone encounter? Who would have known.

Friday, November 17, 2017

To A Certain Janemann- Main Aapse Nafrat Karti Hoon!

The first and foremost criteria that I had for finding a partner had always been, “Ingriji ta jantehobe”.

The first boyfriend that I ever had, the first man that I ever loved, was in my life for his English first and then for anything else. I was floored and flattered and all over the moon. I could not stop thinking about how perfect his punctuations were or how correctly he quoted Calvin and Hobbes. It was always about English, about English song dedications and English movies. English!  

Then seasons passed, he died, I met new people, judged them all, over English first and then everything else. Till a point where I started to feel that nobody can ever fill in the void, because no one ever spoke so yellow, no one ever wrote so pink. It was during one of those phases that I met this lady named Aparajita and she told me, not to try and find home in someone who excels the language, rather, try and find home in someone who appreciates it. Yes, you can always teach them the language but if they like the moon of science more than the moon of literature, you really will have nothing much to do. That night so high, somehow changed my entire take on life and love.

So today, this video reminded me of this major life lesson.
The flaws in perfections.
The perfections in flaws.

Thank You


Sunday, October 22, 2017


I've always asked for simple,
Simple in sober.
   A sea facing tune,
   Round trip around the moon,
   Step up anytime soon,
   Knowing, that is not over.

I've always asked for simple,
Simple in tipsy.
   Left front seat of cars,
   Unhiding the unhealed scars,
   A life with life, life of a gypsy.

I've always asked for simple,
Simple in drunk.
   Days ending by the city lights,
   Cuddles to have fights, sunk.

I've always asked for simple,
Simple when passed out.
   Just undoubted acceptance of love, out loud.


Monday, October 9, 2017

With Love: Loved Because Beautiful or Beautiful Because Lost?

I think it's the thing with love.
Just so beautiful!
Just so perfect.
In the final moments
It just starts to be/
It just starts to seem.

Like the way the city is tonight;
Clad in clouds,
Bringing whispers of wind down my terrace room.

Like the way you were that night;
Named as cloud,
Bringing showers of rain down my terrace room.

But one just seemed and
One actually is.
Final moments or not.
Just so beautiful!
Just so perfect.
That's the thing with love.


Monday, October 2, 2017


A seven letter word.

     What we always seek.
     What we always are.
     What certain walls always were.
     What certain people always will be.
     (Or not?)


     My happy place.
     My sappy memories.
     My insecurities to confide.
     My corner to hide.
     (Or not?)



Friday, September 29, 2017

Had I Known

Held your pinky a little tighter
Kissed you a little deeper that day
Forced, pleased, cried maybe much.
Did all that I could to make you stay
        Had I known
That was the last time
That I'd see you walk past my door,
I would remind you of the promise
Of together reaching the shore.


Sunday, September 24, 2017

Pujo Rants from Bangalore

Choturthi in the ancestral looooong red house was all about waking up to Buchu’s “Oth, claab e thakur eshe gechhe” and the Shishu Robi visits.
Then came senior school when Choturthi was the last day of Half Yearly exam and Maa would take me post that, to “Bazaar Kolkata” for the mega shopping.
 Higher Secondary days till 2014, Choturthi meant the day Ria and I would get a Pujo haircut done in the evening.
College Choturthi-s were all about mass bunk, while we would still travel to the 2 hours far college, just to play 29, have Biryani at Janakalyan and pandal hop.
This year my Choturthi started with  “Ayre chute aay pujor gondho eshechhe”, 2000km away from home. Distance is just a number they say. Is it?
Pujo shobar bhalo katuk!

Sunday, September 17, 2017


Remember that time in childhood when you would fall and immediately run to Mom? For no specific reason. Mom would ‘Awww’ a little, pretend to scold the ground that hurt you and you would just be happy.
Then came the time like now when no matter how many times you fall, you bleed, there is just a crowded city that keeps rushing and pushing. There is no one to scold the ones who hurt, there is nowhere you can go accept the daily failure.

There was one Ishaan Awasthi who was dyslexic and there is me with IT Dyslexia. There was one Nikumbh Sir and I had one lead. The lead who scolded me like no one before but with him around, I just knew I always have a way out, NOMATTER WHAT. Nikumbh stayed over with Ishaan but the lead I had, won’t be there from tomorrow, my IT Dyslexia stays.

So this time when I fail, there is no Mom to run to, no Nikumbh sir who will have my back.
To the toughest weeks ahead when you’re on your own. This time, both personally and professionally.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

বাসলি কাকে ভালো

কেমন করে বাসলি তাকে ভালো?
একা লাগলো বলে?
বেলা সাধলো বলে?

হতেও পারে !
আবার, হয়তো না !

তবে কি গোপনে ভাবিসনা?
তবে কি লুকিয়ে কাঁদিসনা?

হতেও পারে !
আবার, হয়তো না !

নিজের সবটা দিয়ে,
আমার সবটা নিয়ে,
এমন করেই বাসলি তাকেই ভালো !

- অভিষিক্তা

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Yaadon K Yeh Kaafile

Electronic relationships
Electronic love.
Here, there,
Over and above.

Remove the tags,
Delete the chats,
Unlike all the photos of his cute cat.

Don’t smile at sudden meets,
Don’t wear the Iron Man shirt,
Don’t cry, don’t whine,
Don’t showcase your apparent hurt.

Block him or/and
Stalk him,
You can take a call.
And just because he found his n-th ‘true love’,
Your market value would never fall.

Electronic relationships
Electronic love.
Here, there,
Over and above.

Except ?

When the moon shines
And the Autumn breeze starts to flow.
When the poet writes
And the escapee does not get to know.



Note to self: The credit of coming up with 'Escapee' in place of my valid (or coined?) 'Abandoner' goes to Subhayan. Someday (when I am more sure) I'll change it back to what I wanted actually and call it Poetic Freedom! :)

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

বীরপুরুষ, The Hero

কারো স্বপ্নের রাজকুমারী কিনা জানিনা |
সে আমার বীরপুরুষ ||

কারো জীবনের শেষ সন্ধান কিনা জানিনা | 
সে আমার বীরপুরুষ ||

- Abhishikta

Thursday, July 20, 2017


Laskhmi and Lakshmi, were cousins in a typical South Indian family where girls look beautiful and are extremely strong. Both of them shared the name of the Hindu Goddess of wealth, because wealth is all that there is to life and happiness.

Lakshmi was married off to a famous “Reddy” man who are apparently rich people. So this rich Mr. Reddy that Lakshmi is married to, is the owner a hotshot PG Accommodation in Bangalore. He is a tall, well-built man who only wears white. Most of the days you can find Lakshmi drying this huge collection of starched white clothes and school uniform for the kids. Lakshmi was the person to go to in the PG Accommodation, for power cut, bad food, washing machine, geyser troubles, clothes theft and what not, which includes opening the main door in the middle of her sleep at 3am after a party, opening the main door in the middle of her sleep at 3am again, for a morning trek. And what does Mr. Reddy do? Mr. Reddy sits beside the main door on weekends at night and watch questionable content on this phone, at times snaps at the PG Accommodation girls when something is demanded, at times looks at their breasts for one fifth of a second and on most of the times, beats Lakshmi behind the closed door. Mr. Reddy would talk to someone over phone, would flirt for hours with few PG Accommodation girls half his age, would never ever work, would not even think twice before slapping Lakshmi in front of 10 odd eyes but he ‘allows’ her new clothes, jewelry, AC, TV, fridge and luxury.
Lakshmi, with white flower on her hair and a red bindi on forehead, was wealthy, just as the name suggested.

Lakshmi was married to a not-so-famous Raju. Raju is the cook in the PG Accommodation that Mr. Reddy owns. Raju, a lean and smiling man, does not have a house, or a room. Raju and Lakshmi lives in the space extending the PG Accommodation kitchen. Raju has a sharp supervision on the food but does not think twice before secretly passing on the sweets to the old PG Accommodation sweethearts he considers as his sister. Lakshmi hops around the PG Accommodation, finding girls to gossip with in Telugu, or playing with the children of the beloved cousin. On Wednesdays the PG girls would flood over their favorite Raju Bhaiya because it is the chicken day and what would Raju Bhaiya do? Raju Bhaiya would diligently make one side fried egg, just the way Lakshmi likes, because she does not eat Chicken. On most days, Lakshmi would sit at 4th floor PG Accommodation balcony overlooking the city, and Raju would just stare at the twinkle of her eyes, wishing to fulfil all that, that heart desires. Raju Bhaiya would make Roti-s continuously the entire evening and Lakshmi would help, later they would go to the local market and get groceries, hand in hand, and spend the night behind the make-do cardboard door of the kitchen, laughing, chatting, living. She wears the same set of few salwar kurta pairs and a dhaga on the neck for jewelry.
Lakshmi, with white flower on her hair and a red bindi on forehead, was wealthy, just as the name suggested.

And I? I have always wondered, if they would look each other in the eye and wonder, just wonder.
Who knows?

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Batman Speaks

For once;

Beyond the cave, cape and mask,
All that a tired Batman asks for
To fall back
And not worry.
To speak dirt
And not be sorry.

This time?


Sunday, June 25, 2017

Where Every Stone Had A Story- Hampi

Hampi! A place where every rock, every stone, every nook-corner-turn-lane has a story to tell.
I have been wanting to visit this one place ever since Hirak had uploaded photos. It took me two years and two cancelled plans to finally be there.

Considering you are not the I-cannot-move-my-bum-without-flights type, Hampi can be visited from Bangalore by either train or road. The timings for both are quite the same. I wanted to take train and so we did (and also, it's a cheap bet). We took the Hampi express on a Friday night when Bellandur to RT Nagar was covered between 5:30-8:40 :D
So we had to say bye bye to dinner plans with A. Packed our dinner and immediately took another cab to the mighty Yeshwantpur and reached just in time for the train. Now Yeshwantpur, even though is the main station of Bangalore, the crowd is nowhere similar to Howrah ( the racist in me rises). There were strange looking men and loud aunties. N, who was taking her first train ever, that too, sleeper, looked like she would start crying any moment. The train was not late but since it was late in the night, I missed the flavour of chai-chai-chai, or maybe, Bangalore is weird like that. The train finally started to feel like the trains I have taken all my life during summer and winter vacations, early in the morning when there was wind, less people and yes, chai-chai-chai.

We reached a little later than scheduled to Hospet. Now, when you reach Hospet the autowala-s would come and ask random rates, depending on the season. If you're very tired, bargain a little and set off. If you're not tired, take the Govt bus right outside the station (rates are 14rs to Hampi and 17 to Kamlapur). Nomatter what you take, on the way to hotel, you will see the small town and the life there. If you like it, be sure that you'll love your stay. If you don't like it, be sure you will not like anything anymore about your trip.

We stayed at Hotel Mayura which is managed by Karnataka State Govt. It's probably the best that you can get here and I strongly recommend the hotel. The restaurant inside the hotel serves good food and the uncle who servers will come tell tales and listen to your order with rapt attention and serve you with a lot of love.

Now about the town trip, if you're staying at Kamlapur, auto is your best bet. The bike hiring happens only at Hampi so if you're planning to opt for it, make sure you plan accordingly (maybe stop over at Hampi, which is approx 4km from Kamlapur, and get your bike). Renting own car is a loss if you're not traveling to Hampi in zoom car because the rates are vague. We took auto for half day tour, mostly because for both half and full day tour, the number of places are exactly the same. One more suggestion here, if you are a lover of history, make sure you get a guide. Hampi will not make any sense to you if each of the bricks don't tell it's tale. However, if you are not a history fanatic and are visiting Hampi just for a new experience and generic knowledge, don't even think of getting a guide, your driver himself is enough, plus the boards which will be everywhere.

From where the queen took bath to where the king had his meetings, stone door, secret chamber, Hampi amazed me. Especially because it was the closest place to Dongargarh that I will ever see. Our day ended at the Virupaksha temple where the elephant blessing scene nomatter how gross, was quite fun. The the rains finally spoilt our sunset view but sitting there, inside the dark old temple, with incessant rains, I actually felt goosebumps. I had never felt history so closely. The town is impossibly empty in the night and don't be surprised to see a Scorpio out of nowhere every now and then on the road. I saw a million stars after a very long time that night and could not stop comparing Hampi with Dongargarh over and over again.

Next day of laze and late was mostly about the stone Chariot which is the Hampi USP. There is a battery car service from this temple gate to the temple entrance which is driven by only ladies! Inside, getting a correct shot is a difficult task for the sheer amount of people who visit the Stone Chariot. We got ours anyway! Very close to it is the Tungabhadra river. All my plans of diving into the river went down the drains when the boatman near the shore announced that due to crocodiles and snakes, they have set bombs inside the river so that the ferry service continues without much difficulty. Huh! So now, if you cannot and do not take the ferry for crossing the Tungabhadra, the next option is the new bridge is is spectacularly beeeeeautiful but, 25kms extra. After doing all this you reach the opposite side to a village like every other village, a pond which is hyped for no reason and a hanuman temple with 500steps which we could not take since we ran out of time.

The ride from here till the Tungabhadra dam is almost one and half hour, with vast green lands, hills afar, blue grey sky, golden to orange sunlight and gush of fresh winds. This ride was one of my favorite moments of this year, minus the constant news of India's score in the finals over phone.

Tungabhadra dam is nice but
 hyped, the light and sound show beside the dam is okay-ish where they tried to do something similar to Brindavan gardens.

Finally we left for Hospet. Dinner was this hotshot star restaurant dhaba which surprised me with 90rs beer! Anyway, the performance of India on the giant screen did not let most people eat much. We packed our food and started off for Hell-ore. N was not scared this time and soon it was a Monday morning at Yeshwantpur-a and the same 3hour drive back. But Hampi, you beauty :')

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Tuesday, June 6, 2017


She will never have proper time for you,
And she will not hug you when she sees you next.
But she will 'like' your NEW group photos
And not like it, unlike rest.

She will not pick you where you fall
And tell you all will be well,
But she will bend down to kiss you
And play a deep musical tale.

My shimmer, my critic,
My hometeam, my supportstand.
My "to-go-to", my oldest,
My one true love, my MagicMan!