St. John's Church mass and this lady on wheelchair still waving at the Tamil hallelujah, like the many others, waving in faith. They teach you of faith and growing up.l
Agara lake side and two parallel roads, lit by the distant Bangalore weekend steady lights. They teach you of beauty of solitude and growing up.
B shedding a tear and you think how unnecessary all the other tears had always been, until today, until this moment. They teach you of loss and growing up.
Dim lights at the cheesy Hindi movie where you know for a fact that all that they show is not false, even though maybe not true for you. They teach you of chinning up and growing up.
Weekend plans cancelling voluntarily just to be with people who won't be there in your life in the next year maybe, but today they need you like never before. They teach you of compromises and growing up.
Sleepless nights of anxiety but a gameshow of sugar spice and everything nice, because that's how we drown a little slower. They teach you of prayers and growing up.
The pinky flashbacks that you know was a charity case; not everyone gets everything in life . They teach you of death and growing up.
Woke up today with a post on Kolkata saying ‘Why are
Bengalis so proud of Kolkata?’ on Quora. Quite a well written article which
ended on the Durga Puja tangent, my recent topic of utmost stress. To go or not
to go, and how, for that matter. That probably is a topic for some other day.
So I was wailing and complaining when Subhayan deviated me to the 9th
August reminder.
So HELLO ladies and gentlemen, today is 9th of
August 2016. Exactly six (yes, SIX) years ago Pailan happened today. Giving-s
and takings-s, healing-s and hurting-s apart, those really were amazing four
years of college for me.
So yeah, that is all the acknowledgement bit that I wanted
to do for today.
Also this photo which I found, made me teary eyed. Those
days of confidence and unadulterated happiness
Praktan, a musical experience, a lyrical excellence.
No, the acting is nothing great and the story is definitely
not something that you cannot guess. Sitting miles away from hometown I was
craving to watch this movie, specifically for its title (yes, there is quite a
lot of Dukkhobilashita in me still)
and so I did, at the good old City of Joy.
The movie left me with a lot of questions and no, not
because the feminist in me wanted to shout out to Ujaan saying he was wrong, very very wrong. Sujoy justified saying
that we learn from the mistakes of our first broken relationship to rectify
(read change) ourselves, that is probably why we give all that we have, and
maybe more, to the next person, and end up becoming the ‘perfect Aww couple’. Well
then yes, maybe. Atleast my experiences tell me that most of what the movie
showed is true. Sadly.
I am sure someone somewhere is clicking selfies these days
with the significantly better, half, I am sure someone somewhere has started
to want to live at Kolkata forever, I am sure someone somewhere is not ashamed
to ‘mix two groups’ anymore, I am sure someone somewhere is doing all that it
claimed to dislike once. And why? Because love? Because the present is better than
the happily kicked Praktan? Maybe.
However, I did not think Sudipa’s
character was completely right, neither could I relate to her. But yes, that
one Birthday scene in the train flashed in 2014 when
there was a lot of crying over the phone because, birthdays at the receiving
end of someone’s frustration is not quite the best that one can have, and April
2016, when people flew because hey, some people (apparently better ones) always
get to have the best birthdays (touchwood) :)
Hothat Dekha recitation
moved me completely. How the feelings are every time at the airport, EVERY DAMN
TIME. And the last Bhalo Theko note
was pure sadism. It is like killing a person and then praying for their health.
I think I took the movie too personally, I think I need to grow up. Is being somebody’s
Praktan really a pain after all? I
wonder. I was a little too disappointed to see the new husband (told you about
my Dukkhobilashita remember?), but
yeah, maybe that is how life is.
And as the song kept on saying,
Tumi Onno Karor Shonge
Bedho Ghor Not that there a choice anyway. Anyway
