Dears and darlings, I love you
Happy amader day!!!

Thank you everyone for everything

Oh Kolkata

My city, I Love You


This is something I wrote about a week ago while I was sure never to ‘write’ again but I guess life is too long and unpredictable to make such decisions and today I suddenly feel like putting it up.

Friday, 17th of July 1:22 am, Bilaspur station: - yes that is read correctly, I have never been to a station for such a long time, our train is late by 3 hours and that leaves me with the next few idle hours, a book which would make any sane person mad (I wonder why I don’t listen to shreemoyee) and of course, my thoughts!


Coming to ‘mamabari’ has always been something I thoroughly enjoyed until the time came when my maternal grandparents sold their gold old house at “Dongargarh” but, this time it was different. Now that everyone is busy trying to find the ‘indigenous incognito of an individual’ and I am absolutely nowhere with no school to go to or college to look forward to, everyone apart from my oldest bestest friend seems to irritate me these days with their ‘ki porchhish, kothay porchhish’ and other bit of shit, my mother’s caring and genuine advice of joining one of the best five engineering colleges here left me with weird emotions.


This time while I was here, I did not look in awe at the small villages passing by or the very many small things here and consciously or subconsciously whatever it is, I started comparing each and every aspect of this place with the city of joy, my city of joy.


While my Maashi and Dada failed to understand why am I so keen to join any bad college at Kokata while I’m getting better colleges at Bhilai, the Kolkatan soul inside cries out loud. Nobody really understands the ‘phhuchka’ can never become ‘ghupchup’ for me who has grown up loving the city. They say college life is fun, maa says hostel life is the best ever but the mere thought of leaving Shreemoyee and Maa and Kolkata takes away my smiles far off.. I know that a year later probably Shreemoyee will go away as well, I will definitely regret about this decision and won’t be able to stick to my city forever but still, the ever so dry eyes gets wet at the thought of the instance when I’ll have to leave life behind.


Today, one hour forty two minutes past midnight while I listen to ‘Tania’ and write this, I am very very sad. No, not because I did not do well in my competitives, not because the pre college tension is becoming unbearable but because things are changing so quickly. Shreemoyee will be busy a year later, Prerna is goin away, Satabdi is happy to join Pailan, Aritri found a new world in city college, Debjani got whatever she forever longed for in Xaviers and thus everyone has taken a step further and here I am, still wondering how to leave behind this chhad and that chapel and those mango trees and the F.R.I.E.N.D.S behind which are all MINE.


Now, I myself have lost the link. I don’t know what I wanted to write and where this is going and while I am pessimistic and sad and disgusted and ashamed, today I look behind to realize, Hello, this is not the way I wanted my life to be.


And the music player correctly sings… “koto ki korar chhilo je”

PLAY THESE FOR ME A MILLION TIMES AND I WOULD STILL WANT TO HEAR THEM AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!

Mera kuch saamaan tumhare paas pada
o o o ! saavan ke kuch bheege bheege din rakhe hain
aur mere ik khat main lipti raat padi hai
vo raat bhulaa do, mera vo saamaan lauta do
mera kuch saamaan tumhaare paas pada hai
patjhad hai kuch ... hai na ?
o ! patjhar mein kuch patton ke girne kee aahat
kaanon main ek baar pahan ke laut aai thee
patajhad kee vo saakh abhi tak kaamp rahi hai
woh shaakh gira do, mera vo saamaan lauta
ek akeli chhataree main jab aadhe aadhe bheeg rahe the
aadhe sookhe aadhe geele, sukha to main le aaye thee
geela man shayad bistar ke paas pada ho
vo bhijwa do, mera vo saamaan lauta do
ek so sola chaand ki ratain ek tumhare kaandhe ka til
geeli mahendi ki khushbu, jhoot mooth ke shikwe kuch
jhooth mooth ke wade sab yaad karaa do
sab bhijwa do, mera vo saamaan lauta do
ek ijaazat de do bas, jab isako dafanaaungee
main bhi waheen so jaungee
main bhi waheen so jaungee



tujhse naaraaz nahi zindagi, hairaan hoon main
o hairaan hoon main
tere masoom savalon se pareshaan hooN main
o pareshaan hoon main
jeene ke liye socha hi na tha, dard sambhalane honge
muskuraoon to, muskurane ke karz utaarne honge
muskuraoon kabhi to lagata hai
jaise hontonn pe karz rakhaa hai
tujhase ...
aaj agar bhar ayi hai, boondein baras jaayengi
kal kya pata inke liye aakhen taras jayengi
jaane kahan gum kahan khoya
ek aansu chhupake rakha tha
tujhse ...
zindagi tere gum ne hamain rishte naye samajhaye
mile jo hamain dhoop main mile chhaanv ke thande saaye
o tujhase ...



Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
Ghan dham dham kare, darr jaaye
Ek boond kabhi paani ki mori ankhiyon se barsaaye
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
Teri jhori daaroon sab sukhe paat jo aaye
Tera chhua laage, meri sukhi daar hariyaaye
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
Jis tan ko chhua tune, us tan ko chhupaaoon
Jis man ko laage naina, voh kisko dikhaaoon
O more chandrama, teri chaandni ang jalaaye
Teri oonchi ataari maine pankh liye katwaaye
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
Ghan dham dham kare, darr jaaye
Ek boond kabhi paani ki mori ankhiyon se barsaaye
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye

Koto Ki Korar Chhilo Je

There are a few songs which are bound to make you sad… they either bring back memories or one can relate to the lyrics so badly that it brings the salty poison out, or the tune takes one to the sad land but, this song somehow brings back the ‘dream’ that I grew up with and which finally got shattered… JUDE

and I’m not ashamed to accept the fact that I was not good enough to make it there, and for once if I stop trying to be the ‘matured’ myself I would definitely say, I am ashamed, very very very...

Jani hariye jabe jani, amader ei golpo ta

jani furiye jabe jani, sokkoler chhelebela
tobu aankre dhore rekho, tumi tomar joubon
jotoi buriye jak, char pasher jibon
jani kaal bhule jabe amader golpo e duniya
tobu hoyto theke jabe amader gaan taniya
somoy thake na theme, ekdin bhule jete hoy
tai hath tao amader ekdin, thik e khule dite hoy
tobu chharbona amra hath kichutei, moner bhetor
jotoi bodle jak charpasher ei shohor
jani kaal bhule jabe amader golpo e duniya
tobu hoyto theke jabe amader gaan taniya

Ol Ol Days...

Mile sur mera tumhara
To sur bane humara...



Adbhut adam sahas ki paribhasha hain
ye mitti manavta ki asha hain
Yeh srishti ki shakti ka vardan hain
yeh avtar nahi hain yeh insan hain
SHAKTIMAN SHAKTIMAN SHAKTIMAN



Books, books, books,
Babaroobaabaa,
books, books, books
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Its the Bournvita Quiz Contest



Yeh hain antakshari,
close up antakshari



Flintstones, meet the Flintstones *something something*


Scooby Dooby Doo
Where Are You
We've got some work to do now
Scooby Dooby Doooo


Aaj kal porshu ekdin
shomoyer shomudre mishe jay
eet kath pathorer *somethimh*
itihash phishphish kotha koy
din bodlay
raat bodlay
mon tobu khoje
Jonmobhoomi Jonmobhoomi


Jungle jungle baat chali hain
pata chala hain
chaddi pehen ke phool khila hai
phool khila hai.



Main samay hoon...
yada yada *something something*


She is a smaaaaaaaaaaaaaal wonder
that makes your heart go... *something something*


Go planet
Earth! Wind! Fire! Water! Heart! (forgot the sequence)
With your powers combined
I am Captain Planet


Aao sab mil gaaye
SaReGaMa
TVS SaReGaMa


saanse sada nahi rehti
saase sada nahi rehti


Waqt ke saath saath saya bhi
apni haar pal disha badalta hain
ek se ek hain jure firbhi
kahi kuch fasla sa lagta hain


Raja rancho rajaaaaaaa RANCHO!!!


Aliflaila Aliflaila... Aliflailaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa