Ghurte Jabo :'(

Hence it is proved. No matter how much we crave, complain, nag and demand for the rain, it is a  dangerous thing for exams.

You can either look at it with dreamy eyes and go along the romantic mind walk.
Or you can just snooze off to sleep, at 1pm, wake up VERY guilty and start admiring the rains again.

The exams would have been so over by tomorrow. We would have been clicking photos and talking sappy this time kal. WBUT played with us one last time. Here I am, half asleep, half dreamy, admiring the rains, feeling like a heroine. I wish and hope and pray to be lucky and happy the 8th time, this time. Please.

2nd June! Come Soon.

Inferiority complex.
Broken dreams.
Could have beens.
Jealousy.

JU! 

Gate No. 4.
Ah.

When you make a home

On the hills or by the sea,

Will you also have the favourite white fence?

And for once miss me?

When you sit on a tuesday afternoon

Under a distant bohemian tree,

Will you notice the clouds floating by?

And for once miss me?

As I will

Miss you everyday,

When you are spared, full

And happy far away.

- Abhishikta

The beginning of an end. 8th Semester, be kind please! *puppy eyes*

So the ‘pochishe boishakh’ happens in the most non happening way for me. I see the people staying out of Kolkata missing and pining away in glory while I feel no lump. Maybe I would do the same a year from now.

Dariburo was never the favourite during school years of ‘kobita mukhostho’ and oral tests. I remember how the much loved ‘dui bighe jomi’ used to make me stammer. I loved the poem endlessly but that bit of ‘nomo nomo nomo shundori momo jononi bongobhumi’ was such a tongue twister! I have always believed that Sarat Chandra wrote way better stories than Rabindranath but the poems! Kobiguru literally is THE man!

Later came my years of gaaner class and struggling with the harmonium. Aunty never taught me to play “Amar o porano jaha chaay’ which once, during my good old days of dreaming, I thought I would get to hear and maybe sing as well. I loved the songs that I could play easily. I loved the Pujo porjaye-r songs that I found very Prem porja-ish. No, I am so not demeaning Dariburo and so not trying to confuse the non-bong readers, if any.

I have also had my days of shada phool on head and yellow saari and horrendous ‘Phule phule ghole dhole’ on stage and also singing performances when I went to the mike, stood silent, took my packet of mishit and happily strolled to old amma bari!

What did I do for Rabindra Jayanti? I edited files, ate and went printing binding in the sun, stood for quite some time, ate again, tried understanding codes and gave up, ate again, got terribly cursed by a random man begging down the road (which has made me VERY upset), met people, ate again, walked home happy, showed Maa the final year project knowing that I know nothing and she would still be amazed that I made that copied thing.

The post again following my trademark going nowhere trend. And since that has happened, let me just advise everyone to watch Apur Panchali! I am extremely amazed by the character played by Parno Mitra! I would have married that cute a woman any day! The way she cried and instructed the husband going away for a while, or the way she was mocked by the loving husband. I was so pleased and dreamy eyed. I so wish I was born a generation or two ago. I do feel old and way too old fashioned for my age at times. These days, quite a lot. The values, wants, actions, reactions and everything that is there to me has started to be so 19^th century that people are getting affected very badly. I could have done with people who happily bear me less during those centuries? K jane. The other side of the land with greenery is quite a deceptive concept.

Well, now that this post just going nowhere, I may also add that college is ending. Not that I was particularly fond of the place called Pailan, I did not hate it either. Minus the last semester which hardly happened, I had a lot of life experiences here. On 27^th, it all ends. I would be meeting some of the people off and on for sure. But that does not change the fact that nothing would be same. I won’t call this feeling nostalgia, I don’t even want time to stop because I have never liked the place that Pailan is, the management it had, the course I did there, but somewhere, deep down inside, I am not too happy that college is ending.

Did not read this far? Well I don’t care! I have semesters in 12 days and I am blank and still, jobless and all up for writing on and on and rant a lot. SO, I rant and write. I had and have a LOT to rant and rant and rant about. Ah another day again maybe :)