And I suddenly look back at all those days when Shreemoyee was madly in love with the wall of India.

#Abirlaalmishtifagunholi :)

Like we were discussing the last day, after hearing how a friend's Granny expired, how difficult it must be, for the one who is left to live, to live.

I have always believed that the best and the most romantic phase of one's love life is when you truly own the person. That happens after tests of time are passed and teeth start falling off and we become our ugliest best! For the parents of most of the daughters and the parents of bad sons... each others company is what they are left with.

I have always seen how Maa calls Dida every day but only gets to see her once in every 6months. Dida never seems unhappy or sad. She blushes when Dadu compliments her ranna and shouts her heart out at every small mistake of Dadu. This is what keeps them going. But what happens when one passes away?(God forbid)

Loss of the only love, loss of the oldest best friend, loss of the only relation that had become the most important. How I love the last scene of The Notebook!

A parar Jethu expired today leaving the pretty Aunty to live. They have no children and I have many memories of pourono bari with them. They always belonged to my list of perfect couple. And now I wonder, what will she look forward to every morning after she wakes up, from tomorrow? Life goes on. It does?

R.I.P
And long live everyone

29th!

Lyrics!

Jhora Smriti

Jhora paatar brishti nemechhe aaj,

Mon shudhay "O majhi, niye jabe mo re?"

Majhi bole "Chole ja pora kopali,

Obaddho mon k bedhe rakh dhore"

Jhora paatar brishti nemechhe aaj,

Jaay badhon o chokkhu-lojja shore.

Khuje beray papishtho dui chokh,

Shei smriti daar, boshonter e krore.

Sheidin, jokhon chole elam ami,

Kedechhilo mon, kadeni e aankhi.

Aaj abar sheet shesher bhore,

Mone pore shei lukono kotha baki.

Emon e ek bikel belay shedin,

Biday nilam tomar theke aami,

Tarpor shikhlam koto jibon dhadha,

Koto ghor-patch, jukti-kotha daami.

Tokhon e hothat, o shamne eshe daray

Aami boli  " ki holo o re?"

Uttore shey koy "Janla bondho koro Maa,

Jhora paatar brishti elo jore"

Star has got no other movie to showcase on weekends  = P

This one movie that gets Mommy's look of disgust every alternate week = D

And I watch this for the umpteenth time = )

And you thought this post would make sense? = D 

Ah him Oh him
ufffff HIM

The date was 15th of February 2008
The first day of our Madhyamik exam.
I still remember Maa, who was extra early, extra punctual, extra casual (fake try) on that day, even took a month long leave from work, before my exam.  I got princess treatment throughout!
The first paper was Bangla 1
Satabdi and I came out first from Gokhale, our examination center.
We laughed out loud when we saw anxious and worried and surprised= weird look on Maa's and Aunty's face, as if we have miraculously survived something which we were not supposed to.

Random Auntys and Uncles hovered with 'kemon holo' and 'kemon holo'. We decided to carefully avoid the news people who were pouncing upon any bakra out from the first day of Madhyamik.

 Few years down the line I will probably wait with outside one such school with mazaa and the same funny face.

While coming home the rj was talking to some student's Mommy whose Madhyamik started today. She was literally freaking out. I looked at Maa and smiled.
How I wish I had those 3 extra marks which I did not get
*sigh*
And All the best everyone :)

Bridezilla!

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away

Ki shundor baba-meye chhobi

The first boshonto shower :)

The first brishti of the year is here.
I have always believed that it WILL rain whenever you are much too happy or much too sad
Happy brishti everyone
Go get drenched

Let the rain take you in
Let the rain do the rest
Let it RAIN
Today, yet again

*JHORuthechhe*

"The giving and taking of love is too beautiful to be evil"

    

Happy Valentines Day everyone... writes a very happy me with a mouthful of chocolate from Mommy

Weight++ 

The grapes indeed are VERY sour :D

Thy loving smile will surely hail

The love gift of a fairytale

-Lewis Carrol

F is for PHUN and S is for PSYCHO

Of making parents proud

She studied for almost 14 hours the day before exam, had serious temper tantrums, faced very many disappointments and finally topped!

Debjani Chakraborty, my Debjani made Aunty (her momma that is) cry with joy today... Her narration of how happy she is and how proud she has made her parents (probably for the first time EVER) made me numb!

I still remember how in-spite of scoring 88% in Madhyamik, having an engineer dada from JU, she took up Humanities ( a rare thing in our mad rat race), how I always thought she had more courage than I did.

I, as a matter of fact, am a bad daughter.

Gone are the nursery days of " Yay ami bhalo marks peyechhi" 

With a WBJEE rank of 42369

And with PAILAN

How I wish I could someday make Maa proud 

TOO

My usual dramas apart

'Jaani' I am very very proud of you

And am very happy too

Here is the blog

:*

God Bless
Blackberry time !

A man who treats his girl like a princess was surely brought up by a queen!!!

ishh ami ki cheesy

Cinema halls with ceiling fans
Tyre and tree
Bamblai Mandir
Chhatisgari 'bou-s' with kachchha wala saree
Sunsilk Black
Kuyo (well)
Loona/Luna
4joner rickshaw
Kachra
Ghuri and Plastic and String
Neher (canal)
Chintudada
Kheter paar
Talab (pond)
Kabaddi
Doordarshan and Shaktimaan and Cricket
Pahar

The place has been sold to strangers and I haven't seen everyone's face together THERE in over 10 years.

Tobuo the new and bhalo dekhte= non mamabari-ish mamabari jete hobe!

Ami School Jabo

Kutu had an amazing trip
And I suddenly am jealous
It just feels like yesterday when I had similar exited sleepless nights, early mornings and amazing picnic wala days

The yellow turned green walls where I once entered in a blue and white apron and finally left draped in a saari, today stands just the way it always did, at its prettiest best!
Those yellow bricks had me and I have always been head over heels in love with those green walls

For the woman I was, I almost am and shall be, for the friends and the memories and THE picnics
I love you.






Forever grateful
"Something may have been lost in translation, but certainly wasn't love"
-Erich Segal,The Class

D-H-U-R

Symptom- constant "BHALLAGCHHENA"

Name of the disease- Odhik er shomoshsha (as baba puts it)

Medicine- Paulo Coelho

Instant remedy- 12 hours of ghum straight

Beyond that wall you see,

My world resides.

They know my language there,

The bridge, the station, the dock, the river side.

They wait till I reach home,

I watch as her wet hair dries,

Where silly and sexy smiles are gifted,

And happy tears we cry.

Behind this wall you see,

I reside.

Where the clock strikes 11

And the cold food arrives.

The busy town runs ahead,

The lone smoke fills in the sky,

The dark room takes me in

And I cry I cry I cry.

And she'll be there

And every one is in love. LOL to that :D

The boshonter hawa is here.
It is the prem prem season again when poems will be written, dedicated, read to, hidden from and finally forgotten...
Spoil spoil your college years

Megh poen er bager bhetor mon kharaper dista

I guess I have become one pessimistic bitch.Good Luck everyone with your love games :)
*much love*

:)
Shono

Those who wish to sing
... always find a song

Waking up at 5 in the morning at the sound of continuous lightning and then the night lamp (yes you read it right) suddenly starts pom pomp phush and finally goes off... your sleepy head wonders if the world is ending today, this moment... then you close all the windows out of darrrrrr and go off to sleep and wake up to find... ki thanda porechhe!

I am hating the gloomy weather, the rain is not even romantic

P.S. Happybirthdaytoyou
I long back to the white skirt, blue cardigan and proper winter days.

But something touched me deep inside... The day the music died

Love

Photo Courtesy: Rusha Bose

When on cold winter mornings.

You just wished I was there,

When you anonymously dedicated a poem,

Or smiled at me, or simply stared,

When you secretly clicked

A photo of mine or two,

I always knew. I always knew.

But when you had no time free

To love me back or look at me,

I silently looked at you

And you had no clue. You had no clue.