कितनी दफा सुबह को मेरी तेरे आँगन में बैठे मैंने शाम किया

महफ़िल में तेरी
हम न रहे जो
गम तो नहीं है
गम तो नहीं है

किस्से हमारे
नज़दीकियों के
कम तो नहीं हैं
कम तो नहीं हैं

A Tub Full Of Chocolate Ice Cream

‘Beauty, truth,’ says one, ‘is all that you need to know in life’.

All is flux,’ the enlightened one says, ‘for everything shall one day die’.

To deep? After about 4-4.5 years, I was again discussing on a topic I had once fallen in love with, discussing, on one such evening on the last seat of a bus that travelled all through the city before it would reach home. Of wanting without thinking.

Like how I was telling N today, we have probably come to that age or mental makeup where we want things after calculating the percentages of achievability. Ever wondered why do not ‘want’ to be Panipuriwala, or ‘want’ to get the Nobel Prize, or ‘want’ to act beside Richard Gere anymore?

I once told someone that to ‘want’ to be something or someone, we might not need a guarantee card then, I was telling someone that to ‘want’ to do certain things in life, we might not need a feasibility card now.

I agree that I considered myself dead over the last two years but discussing the wants of people in the last two days made me realize that most of us are. Some just don’t know it yet. Minus the you who has all that it ever ‘wanted’. For the rest, you are not welcome to the gang. Go out and ‘want’ things beyond reach.

So what is it that you actually want? THINK.

P.S. Blue hair, check.

Out of Context one liner: NEVER join IT unless VERY sure. Okay? Now get back to thinking.

Chhoto Golpo

"Tahole chhoto golpo'r byakkha ta dao dekhi k parbe" an apparently angry Ujjal Sir said during the first post Pujo class. I had remembered the question because Purba miss back in school had asked the same and had said something... some dariburo something. Something...

Titirsha being the pro that she is recited something, the excited Ujjal Sir said a "bah" and little did I understand. Then the notes happened, growing up happened and today, almost at the verge of leaving the home again, more unsure than ever, I know what the chhoto golpos are, and the great Rabindranath, how would I ever forgive you for the ice knives that such stories are.

ছোট প্রাণ ছোট কথা
ছোট ছোট দু:খ কথা
নিতান্তই শহজ শরল
শহস্র বিস্ত্রিতি রাশি
প্রত্তহ জেতেছহে ভাশি
তারি দু চারিটি আশ্রু জল
নাহি বর্ণনার ছটা
ঘটনার ঘনঘটা 
নাহি তত্থ নাহি উপদেশ
অন্তরে অত্রিপ্তি রবে
সাংগ করি মনে হবে
শেষ  হয়েও হইলনা শেষ 

P.S. Pardon the spellings as always. Read Mohesh and reread what Dariburo says. And Ze Shohor. Oh!

Hothat Dekha

Good Old S31

Yes the lights are still dim, yes the seats are still as norbore as ever but dear old S31.
From my reunion with Bangla rock, courtesy Sir'r one headed headphones and Neel Rong Chhilo Bhishon Priyo to the utter useless attempts to attend the first morning class. S31 has always been there. I remember last time going to collect the degree on S31 with Subhayan who will nod and smile at this. Almost two years later, got a chance to be inside the heavenly Murir Tin again.

How Sir would always wait at the 8b subway every damn morning and I would always be late to catch this bus. Sir never complained. I was late everyday and Sir waited everyday and never complained. Tolerance goals?

That! And then we always had S31.
The first late (by college standards) fest attending to Pocha'a extended 'Bhool Ja' listening, to little romancing here and there to what not. My dear old S31. I really felt old today. And the bus. Oh :")

S31 এর লাস্ট সিট
বন্ধুত্তে লাভ
প্রেমে মিস

Well, that's a story for some other day. Anyway ^_^

P.S. Shubho Bijoya