Republic and Public, the common man in this gala tradition...

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First of all I wish every Indian residents and Indian-at-heart a hearty and cheerfull Republic Day and hope that this 65th Republic day acts as a reminder of all the darkest hour we overcame to celebrate such an ornate occasion. ornate it is; effective... let's see.

Republic Day is the celebration of the Purna Swaraj or the full Independence and the transition of the power from the then rulers of the under-sieged India. The freedom, that lead us to using the Internet and get captivated and motivated by the western school thinking, was the full-throttle action and drama packed result of support from the common man, the Public. Yes the P is in the capital letters because it represents the most important  resource and usefull force of any country. It is also the main theme of the recent big blah! called Jai Ho!!! that Salman dedicates to his common fan but without the incluson of a bit of common sense in the film it is what Salman's recent films has all been; stupid and mindless. Any ways back to topic...

 The bills and orders passed are to conform the sociuety but I don't see any public in it. Nor does it effectively aids the common man neither the grudges and queries of common man being taken under scrutiny. Recently the rise of AAP (and phenomenal that is...) may assure some that the time of common man has come but then their looms the threat of power succumbing the urge to help the common. Also if you read the newspapers today, I hardly see the news that concerns common man... concerns maybe but relates no way...wild beasts rapes  and murders and lecherous beings takes advantages of the needy. The netas promises false and the police acts under the orders of high-ranking officials, agin a long-distance away from thecommon man. In the words of mathematics, these orders of supposedly public benefit are normal to the gains of these netas and perpendicular to the needs of the aam janta, Mango People...

But not withstanding the fact that large and dark forces always have tried to take over the grass-root concept of the society, we still are. The democracy is by us no matter whatever the days suggests and we shall vote no matter how ineffective and back-lashing the ungli-tika be. Because hum hain rahi intezar ke... and no matter whatever Kilo-Newton of force tries to dominate us We shall over-come. But the fact that the common man is ignored in the various walks of life is not a new but an age-old tradition strting from the initiation of this prosperous event. Did you know, August 15 was chosen y Lord Mountbatten who didn't bother about the fact that in 1930 the congress had chosen January 26 as its day for Poorna Swaraj. Interestng ain't it.
 ANyways you keep on enjoying the feast and the holiday that you have planned and if you are any inch of a posseser of the dhak-dhak heart do consider giving me an invitation and don't ignore the comon public like me.Sorry for the self call. Anyways Happy Republic Day again...

Psst... Did you know that our West Bengal CM Hon'ble Mamata Banerjee was not so happy with this hangingly long event being stretched so far and has requested the Governor to curtail it for a shorter period. Raised eyebrows anyone...

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HAIKU-Expressions on words...

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Haiku is the Japanese art form of poetry that follows (not always necessarily...) the pattern of 5-7-5 formation. Seems simple but is an exquisite and bit sweat-wrenching at times; especially for me, to describe something or telling a story in the constraint of words... And to think this is the first time I am trying my hand on soemthing like this.

But here it is, a montage of thoughts of a girl; in the modern world. Hope you connect and feel.

H#1
He smiled at her, she
felt the tinge in his eyes that
commanded her presence without uttering.

H#2
She acknowledged him for everything
He did, but she felt shackled for
all his favours that sympathised.

H#3
Few could revolt the benefactor,
and its curling embrace, pushing the dignity
Perspiration of hesitation, skipped beats;

H#4
She pressed her hand against
his lips, she denied to be his.
She longed freedom once again.

Ok so this felt so stupid but ten once again what to hidethoughts from my pen-friends right?!! So please do comment let me know like and possibly connect with it. it would inspire me to do more such pieces.

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you can also meet me personally if you drop by at Kolkata, I am staying at Behala but that's not the popular kinda hangout I guess and gets bit pinchy in the pocket. but whatever it is do keep in touch and no matter which mode you apply I am always enthusiastic to meet you.

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DON'T READ!!!!! You may start thinking....

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When I started out as a newbie to the world of blogging I had many things to say (or so I thought) and I was super excited to exhibit the penmanship inside me to the whole world. With initial hiccups and no such colour coded books as Blogging for dummies or etc. I started what was to be a perilous journey of fulfilling the commitment made to oneself. And I am sure like me many of my reader friends will agree it is quite tough to fill the blank page with a substantial amount of words if you are not being natural. But anyways here I am and am doing it. So fingers crossed.

But anyways this is not what I wanted to share with you; what I indeed wanted to tell you was thaty, I started with lots of enthusiasm as had everyone else had. And eager I was to let many of friends, colleagues (sounds good…eh) and known, half-known or sometimes partially known relatives know about this new past-time/ hobby of mine. I was ready for all the field questions and briefed myself with all the techie  questions but one of the first and most common question I received was “Why do you blog?” or rather what is the need to blog. Well this was a conundrum for me because I was just letting myself out and not having any specified goals as to reach somewhere through this. SO I made it clear to people, who also thought that I was getting paid to do a job.

Once clear they appreciated my effort and took interest (some.. not all) and some went on to read few of my post. They came back and decided that I do indeed have a talent. So the common question that they deduced from all this proceeding was, why wasn’t I doing something with all this shit? Why am I letting it rot inside me not taking into another level? Making it big? I scratched my head and thought for a minute (That can sometimes be like a fake orgasm… only effort leading to nothing but frustrations..) anyways, so I came back with this unique answer.(Unique because I didn’t think I could come-up with such a nice bullshit)

So I told them, suppose you run in the morning or in the evening, to stay fit. Just for fun. And this you can call hobby or recreation, passion or pastime. And slowly you decide you are better than the national award winner sprinter in your colony. Would you still do it just to unwind; or you would straighten up your collar, bend your feet and get going? I don’t know, Blogging for me is something I have in me that I let out through writing, unwinding like some people like to swim or some play tennis. So turning it a pro job is like really taking the magic out of the game. What do you think guys….

Masquerade....

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A poetry piece on the act of covering up the real emotions of life; of the pretentious facet of our life...
Dedicated to all those who do so....

Even memories now, start to vanish;

Only faint shadows of you now play

In the mind; you have left me a while ago,

But the heart was for long away;

Just a cold face was there; to greet

Me/ in the morning with fake smiles.

Or was it just a pretentious mask,

I wonder how we walked all this miles.

Hand in hand, all we shared;

All a lie, everything you said…

I trusted you, or maybe the mask;

All my life was a masquerade.

I walk back, slowly turn;

To memory lane, I return.

I look back, all looks cursed;

Distance crossed, paths traversed.

I find myself, all sad and lost

Among the crowds, cheery faces host.

I realize the pain hidden;

I discover the mask again.

I see you coming, I am scared to fall

Past experiences, warnings call.

So I too put a mask on face;

Like a cold veil, expressions lost in maze.

 I used to think, why the world looked aloof?

But now being alive is a different state.

Hereafter I realize I was left out;

This whole world has been a masquerade.

Hope you connected with it..

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The Last page of my NOTEBOOK...

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Today I am going to be a little offbeat. Maverick, if you may but no; not that much off-beat. But little out of the line and I am going to share with you something of my private life. It's common to many people I am sure and I trust many of you have done it yet it is private to me as that was private to you. I admit it' getting mushy and confusing but once I let youknow what it is , you will connect to it. And here I am not talking about the studious ones but the imaginative, creative square pigs in round holes, the misfits who create their own montage of life. The last benchers who never raise their hands but may as well store the capacity to awe the teacher.The choreographers of surprise.

But before I return to the main topic I must admit, I am here at Kolkata, an it's really very cold tonight. And as my figers are getting stiff I deduce one thing for sure, the speed of writing is directly proportional to the temparature. The less it is , the other is too. (I am not sure about the upper scale though... #facepalm ) Anyways lets cut this bullshit and get straight to the point.(Sounds cool... ain't it.)

You might have understood  from the name of the post (Which you just checked again, now) that it has got something to do with a notebook. But what I will tell has got to do with not only me but many of you readers as well (Technically non-readers too). Being a un-mindfull student I doodled at the side of my notebook. And I am sure you too have done hat at some point of tme. When later I turn the  pages, now, and the school notebooks reveal all my un-mindfull arts, those make me nostalgic as they bring back all the memories of my past classes, teachers friends and lectures. I wasn't the coolest kid in school nor was the smartest one at college. So whatever I did had to do strictly with me and remained forever so. And if you too ahve doen that at soenm point of tiem you too will understand that those were silly, stupid stuffs that we all carried with us and called them personal.

BUT.. the real stuff was what I did at my last page. And for that matter that second or third last page of the notebook. Poetry, poems, lyrics of all sorts. Stupid, mindless and so rhythm-less that even crows get scared. But nevertheless I would write them and still am used to. Those really transfer to an elegant past. And when I turn the pages as if I am returning to that past. I am sure you too have donethat if you were a back bencher at some point of time. And memories do make you smile. It's such a surprise or shock if you may that we have come so long a way from that time, from that state; because no one I am sure no one of us thought we will. That was my world. That was the time I thought time have stopped for me and that future was the next day or the next week after the tests are complete. Now as I step into the hard cold world and the chilled air pinches me to reality I too feel like going back to my days of doodling; when the last page of my notebook stored some fantasy for me...

Hope you enjoyed this little trip to memory lane...

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Why Join a BLOG FORUM??...

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Many a times the things we love to do are the stuffs that others  turn their faces off from. Although work driven by love doesn't need an alternate fuel yet sometimes the feeling creeps in to share the topics, discuss the matters and hnagout with people of the same mindset. Be it on real life or online. The scenario is pretty much same everywhere and irrespective of any individual. And although blogs ca sometimes be very personal stuffs yet we do intend to find someone or hope to stumble upon the one person who would be like minded enough to  understand our mind set...

Well, well BLOG FORUMS is the destination you are heading to; if that's your case.. With thousands of people hooked and tuned to the same URL and same topic it's like a melee of same thought. A blog forum can be a very useful tool and an experience in itself.

When I first started out, there were specific goals set at my heart and I thought traffic would be generating from my first post itself. But that idnot happen. And  I was confused. Even though I was online but so was millions of other people who wished the same. So?!! I then came over this very usefull platform to share blogs and pieces that you share with the world.... WriteUp Cafe... ANd indeed not only did I see an increase in traffic but alo I founf friends who gave me tips and encouraged me in my endeavou. Now that's a bonus cherry on a cream-pie. And now I am aprolific memberof two well known forums, WUC and IndiBloggers.

So here it is . All who wondered why join a forum when I am self-sufficed to write; the key follows (Hope I am not making it either too boring or dramatic)....

Firstly, the key point as I already discussed you get to meet like minded people and that's a boost in itself. When you are writing about any topic from on part of a country and then you come to know about enthusiasts from different part of the world sharing and discussing the same pieces you automatically gnereate a confidence and feel connected.

Secondly, Experience. You might be a newbie but there are people who are doing the stuff for years or perhaps decades. So when a pro gives you tips or criticizes ou; you know you have a genuin shre of pot of gold.

Thirdly, SEO, HTML, php are some of he words that used to give me jitters when I startde. As it happens I maybe a tech-user but I am not techno-cool, per-se. So I was lost in the maze of binary untill one of my online friend sorted stuffs out for me while another shared the synonyms of these alien lingo. Now it's cool as Ubuntu, babe...

And lastly, Well you sure can't disagrre to this. A bit of publicity is like salt to diet. SO when you sign up to such forums you get noticed and traffic becomes terrific. Your blog becomes famous and you become cool.

So these are mainly the reasons I joined the forums. There are thousands of forums out there; two links to such list are given underneathe. Do visit. And as I always say, keep reading.

http://www.shoutmeloud.com/the-list-of-dofollow-forums-for-bloggers-to-increase-backlinks.html

http://mashable.com/2007/09/27/online-communities/

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Visceral Views.....

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Ok, So 2014 has arrived with much grandeur and everyone has  welcomed it like a teenaage birthday.... so what's so special about this year. What makes it more interesting than last year? To some people this year stands for a new oppurtunity, in their own fields whle some is getting committed others are breaking free (whatever that means..) and others are looking forward to a new chapter in life. Some are going to travel to some exotic places whie others are going to settle in a place. SO this year specially the start marks  something exciting for everyone and everyone is looking for some jubillant way to make this year more exciting and memorable.

Well for me; since I am a strong foodie and a hardcore movie-buff, the start can't be bigger and better. First Kolkata opens a new mall aquite exotic one to that; Quest mall, which I have just seen pictures and plan to visit soon. Also Park strret opened a new cafe Aww Bon Pain.... (It gave way to the iconic music world, that's a loss) But let's look towads a sunny side. SO this are my priority spots to visit.

And now from my view point..literally. First, today marks the re-release of SHOLAY, the magnum-opus of Bollywood in 3-D format. I hope it creates as much buzz as it did for the 2-D version. ANd just when you think it can't bigger...

AXN opens the starting episode of the third season of SHERLOCK... yes the widely acclaimed, hugely popular and crazily followed TV show (actually of BBC) that paused for almost a pair of years only to resume with the highly critical Doyle's chapter The empty House. Only the episode is called The Empty Hearse... a pun for the 'House'. Moriarty is dead and so was Sherlock but then we saw him amidst the wood. What is the mystery? We will sure come to know. The rumours are really doin the rounds of internet and buzz is strong. "Elementary.." Ain't it...

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Happy New Year' 2014.....

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Hola!!! Hola!!! Hola!!! Happy New year everyone. Quite an amazing time, a new sun, a new morning and the fresh air. A fresh year to start. What more can one want. It's the time to clean the slate and start afresh. The oppurtunities starting to come again. The time when you can take resolution and make promises (No matter you can deliver or not) but still that's what we do. A crispy time to look out for the coming time, what distant future beholds for us. New relationships, mendig broken ones. Time to forgive and forget and forge new friendships. Make the new year anything but better than the past year. Let happiness ring your door.

So I guess evryone has plans. But don't just celebrate the first day itself. Celebrate the whole year, te new cycle of emotions and joy that has started to usher new new possibilities again. Watch movies; there are really good movies that are coming. I personally am looking for movies like August-Osage County, 12 years a slave, Gunday, Jagga Jasoos(from Bollywood) and Jatishwar (from Tollywood).  Or you can sing yourself to the new year. Beyonce is out with an earfull (and eyefull) of music that I wish to catch. Eat Party and ENJOY... But don't let it go like the year went.

There are obviously some things we all gonna miss. Like Sachin, Madiba by me personally. But there are also some interesting drop-outs that I am ginna enjoy. Like Bieber is out of music (my ears says thank you) and Uday Chopra from films (my eyes says thank you). But anyways it's your wish and choice. This yar is going to be a serious one for politics and sports as we are going to see some altercations that can really shake those grounds. And also technology just got smarter and easy living just got easier, thanks to some cool gadgets. For me Google Glass stood out.

Anyways have a blast... Enjoy to the fullest. Make 2014 the year to remember. To the new year... Eat drink party.... Hic!!! Hic!! Hurray....

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Nirbhaya Divas-The Day India stood still

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The black day has arrived once again. However we may not want it. However we try to forget it try to cover up with amenities, the dipping chill, and the oncoming celebrations nothing; nothing covers up the fact that on this day humanity bowed out of society after being ruthlessly kicked and the India woke up to a black day although the sky was clear. India lost its innocence. The trial has ended and justice has been served. But has the circumstances has never been just. The helpless father was quoted today in a leading daily as “our tears have not dried.” And how can they be? Like a captain who has won a far fledged war raged against him only after losing his beloved army.

The question is what did we learn from it? As the season of celebration approaches us we bring out our merry side to be a part of the fall but the fall in the character of the beings (Human or not) really makes one curious as to what are the possibility of recovery when the process is this slow. The count of complaints against such actions must have gone up. The speedy trials ensure that there is still hope lingering somewhere like a silver lining. But the number of cases, be it molestations, rape or lewd actions whatever suits you; I personally call all of them outrage of modesty; has not lessened rather has an encouraging increase, sticking the silver lining to a far-fetched cloud. One only hopes a new day may bring a new conscience. The papers did no less in bringing out the news in all forms and formats available, kudos to that. But what really makes this heinous crime seep into the deep crevices of humanity even after the punishment being so close to a capital one. God knows. Maybe it’s the hormones, but that would simply imply that all men have carnal characteristics and they can’t keep their feelings inside their er… pants!!!

But I can only hope we keep being alert and move with awareness. And if you can, try to think about the girl and what happened to the tormentors. There is still judiciary in this country. On this note, I have previously written an article bearing the same topic and theme. The site URL is pasted here. Do visit.

http://indra765.blogspot.in/2013/06/riroh-unfortunate.html

It has a poem etched by me. The post is named RIR! Oh unfortunate. Yes, RIR and not RIP. Because peace we can’t afford. But just Respect. Wish she rests in respect. Amen to that.

Quest for UTOPIA....

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 Why do we need another state, country or atmosphere; leave aside a perfect place? Why? do you ask....The newspapers spews acid attacks on the waking citizens and the news channels only shows shows that only causes symptoms of heart attacks for the people who chose independence for the dictatorship 67 years ago. Yet we are to secure a firm land of  democracy that would ensure a bright and fair morning each day. Well  grievances of the common man are always the salt of life but to wake up each day to rapes murders and infidelity!!! shocking to disgusting to boring....

 Well the rat race just ended and it seems the government is about to topple. But let's not talk about that right. I heard you get imprisonment upto two years for pointing a stain in the white shirt. So much for my voter card er... PAN card, sorry... Aadhar card... umm how many card does democracy and rights come in by the way?!! And that a new government can bring changes are he bleak hopes of the people who have to think about evenings spice while buying the morning salt (Salt just imagine the rumours of them being unavailable...huh) and to top that all Hon'ble Parliament comes witha  rule that makes Gay marriage illegal and beyond the 'act of nature'. That makes the gay people criminals right. I mean what it doesn't wander between the four lobes in my brains,where in the name of the puking(PUN intended...huh) morality does government find time to look into what a man/woman does in his/her bedroom. Or as a matter of fact who he does; when rapists get overnight bail and millions are getting squandered in the name of public works. Jan'HIT'kari you say. Thank GOD!! Sonia Gandhi opened her mouth. No one from Trinamul open their mouth. NaMo sir didn't open his Twitter account. It's ok that legality doesn't gives us this luxury of democratic consent, but common sense... et tu Brute!!! #RIPdemocracy

  Oh! and since I am still writing... on this topic let me give you another hint of why I chose to write about this sudden quest. Not only the anti-same sex marriage law is back there is also another aw that is back in a neighbour hood country. Afganistan just re-introduced the once  Taliban monopolised punishment of  death by throwing stones for two people falling in love before love and different caste love or marriage. America sends periodical drones to abolish terrorism in areas. What about some awareness, Uncle Sam...
Well here I have some lines, a piece of my own. Hope it captures the essence.. It's called 'Utopian state of mind'

Oh! How can I live in this nation;
well nothing is perfect,but, that tends imperfection!!!
How can I live where mothers are disgraced;
it's better to die with happiness embraced.
How I wish to live this hatred behind.
To give colours to my utopian state of mind.
For this is not the life I tried;
this is not the truth I cried.
Once ventured by democracy;
 Now disparity pried.

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'APPY CHILDREN's DAY.............

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Tall, Fat, short, black, white, crying, laughing, silly, serious, cool, hot, runner, walker, sitter, bitter, sweet, they are everything and they have one thing common. They are all big dreamers. They know no boundaries and word is yet to become their oyster. These little precious things don't know economics neither the oil crisis and they are not afraid to be themselves.

The boy in the silk kurta who is going to a party to the small girl who washes clothes at someone's house. The girl who is celebrating her 6th or 7th birthday probably has the same dreams and wishes as the 9 years old boy that delivered the peper to her house. Yes the financial background differs in this country so much so that while one grows up to be someone who fulfills the dreams while another in the same geopgraphic demarcations grows up knowing that it's sin to dream about some things in life. But yet these children never cease to dream. Their first demand is exhibited by crying and slowly other forms develope in them. While they think of what they want they know not of what they need. It's pretty exhilarating to watch them trying to beat the odds and make way for themselves I the world they have no idea of how big it is. Not as if we can do something even though we face the reality!!?

The government is coming up with more and more plans to secure the future of the children but are the enforcers really enforcing them? While young boys are constantly driven out of the house, deprived of education to provide for the two square meals young girls help their mother to meet the financial burden of the world even before they can spell finance. And there are social evils that simply stick to the society like a bad stain that need several washes in an expensive suit. The abuse, both physically and mentally are a great tormentor of child psycology and need really more specific attention. I guess till then no day is children's day. Because if one bites on a burger to celebrate or dances in a school party to celebrate this day while in the same part of the state or country another juvenile is forced to work on a mine or quarry for food or is taught to assemble a gun then where is the essence of the spirit shown by the great leaderwhile amalgaming his name with such an auspicious day... I guess you can't  avoid some questions.

By the way do check out today's google doodle. It's really nice. Gayatri Ketharaman, you really made us proud. A very Happy Children's Day to all the kids. Also every one who are not kids per se but mentally they cease to be adults. Yeah including me. SO enjoy this day.

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Am Not Afraid......

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Eminem has been real slick with his words and as arapper his real job was to play with words, bring out the potential meaning of words that has lingered too long in the dictionary without being used properly, being held hostage by it's traditional meaning. But his single from the last album, Not Afraid is quite apt, in my mind keeping up with the recent conditions and traditions of the society. After isn't the daily norm of the life that we be afraid of something. That fear be imbibed in our everyday chore like the air we breathe in or the water we turn freaquently turn to quench our thirst. I know you might have thought that a recent happening might have caused a spur of thoughts in me and that's why this topic. Let me explain...

We all know this is a democratic country. we can speak the shit out of ourselves, vote and all that bullshit but wait!! and think for a moment what does that all lead. Before being the independent and democratic country it is now; we weren't allowed to freedom of speech; per se. But after we aquired that freedom, what difference have we made. Yeah of course that RTI and all that but if we look closer, did it actually help us come to the point. Or was it just a tool to go places that was otherwise off limits. Todays nation provides so many voices, platforms to spea that we are losing the main motto. The proper speech. There is chaos everywhere. We all wanna speak so we make up words. Facebook Twitter and what not. Even as i write I am voicing my thoughts in this blog I don't care who wants to hear as long as someone is there to hear about it. So where does it take us? And is it effective?

Last day India shook the blasts at the Modi Rally that took a massive death toll. All Modi wanted to do was speak. If politics is taking you that farr to where the main reason becomes extinct, we should think about speaking once again.Words onec escaped donot come back and when it comes it hurts. But how many of us think that and speak. How many of us are sure they are not biased to one or the other option when they judge talk or discuss the topic, criticize one action or merely states the facts.

Yes you'll surely and probably hung up the post(if given that you have come till here) thinking that I have gone loco (some says I always was). That the fear of life, insult and injury makes us pick a side. But how long till we can say enough is enough? When can we stand up and speak and fear not the handcuffs or head blown away?Till how long can we make sure that it is right, to voice our opinion solelyy based on what we think it is right or wrong not What our boss thinks it is? ANd accept criticism like hot soup not cold porridge.

AM a douche bag right? Well, Maybe. But Am not afraid....

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Book dissection-The Lowland

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With a strong hierarchy of famous literary awards in the kitty, Jhumpa Lahiri the NRI scholar brings to us yet another novel based on her country (Hope I am not overdoing it). The Lowland, termed as yet another of her immigration-novel, a media produced genre, it is a tale of a country ravaged wit revolution, a tale of a family set apart by love and a tale of two brothers Who lived and died only to live through one another. the stories (plural keeping in rythm with how the author chose to pen it)are interwined with emotions, dichotomy, serendipity and love. But over all a sense of nostalgia hovers from cover to cover as you approach each page; it's like you would almost take sides with a character, connect with it.

One of the critics of the book, Amy Tan very aptly puts it down,"The kind of writer who makes you want to grab the next person you see and say 'Read This'."
While New York Times sums up as "A writer of uncommon elegance and poise."
And indeed it is so. The recipent of Pulitzer Prize, a PEN/ Hemmingway Award and other accolades cross country, Lahiri has hit a note with her fourth novel, instinctively based on Kolkata (Well atleast dwelled on it for most part) and her novel had been longlisted for the Man booker Prize 2013. Although Eleanor Catton went on to grab the prize, you don'tmiss the  read and grab acopy of this absolutely delightful tale of thelives of some of the individuals conected through a common link.

Although I would hate to shre the storyline of the book a brief scope, I hope would no one dislike. It is the story of two brothers Subhas and Udayan who live at Tollygunge, Kolkata and spend their times of childhood and Teenage untill the Naxalite revolution dissects their path and snatches one from another. Wel reasearched histry provides enough fodder for an engaging read and the mix of appropiate fiction ensures we are not reading a chapter from the history book. Overall this is a novel one shouldn't give a miss. Keep engaged

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Huh!!! It's RIDICULOUS.............

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Today i am going to talk about the ridiculous things hat have captured my attention not for being different but the choice that it makes of being quirky, funny, hilarious. Ridiculous. Let's see what topped my list of Ridiculous this recent and check out whether you too think the same.

The sudden gold rush triggered by the dreams of  one Swami Shobhan Sarkar that lead to a hasty tweet by Modi and a more hastier  qualm of forgiveness is all beyond my legion. Why this Kolaveri Di? if one may ask then simply the fascination of India with unnatural or supernatural(James and Dean anyone?!!!) beings coupled with this recession market stocking up debt in stock markets have usurped this frenzy. If any gold is to be found, God knows how much will the really deserving the really hungry and thirsty people will get. Modiji might have bit his own foot by  letting his tongue loose on the canvas of 140 words but we say and I quote Facebook....'LIKE'. This whole sham scam that is glittering in the eyes of the likes of politicians and high placed nationals might just not be gold. But who stops and thinks these days other than Suhel Seth.  ASI today confirmed it has more to do with historic reasons than glittering pellets. We confirm RIDICULOUS.

Recently I came to know on a piece on coffee that Africa produces the most costliest coffee on earth and it is a type of black coffee (Yeah like something different was expected...Sorry, scratch that; no racism) But how do they do that. Well The process of collecting the Beans is  well..er... different. They collect the seeds of coffee from the dung of the elephants who had served themselves the whole plant. I don't know whether the making or the people buying or consuming it is more conforming to our today's theme.

Let's jog down to Bollywood for a change and we will get a fresh new choice for ridiculous. he was the brightest star in the horizon of  brand new Bollywood. He created spark among all his fans with his movies. His perks were as lovable as his smile. His acting made him a frenzy all over India and if that was not enough  a whole family outing on the silver screen was  supposed to be a screen scorcher and almost everyone who watched films awaited for such a project where he bares it all and gives his in and out. High expectations aired on the man. And all of a sudden Ranbir Kapoor goes and  signs Besharam. And Ridiculous never had the same meaning ever.

Today's t2, The Telegraph at Kolkata features some banned books that have generated controversy in one or other part of the world for their content and some names really made me shout out the word. but I will let you do the honours. So here are few names that are banned. Alice's Adventure in Wonderland in China, Black Beauty was banned in Africa till 1994 and The wonderful wizard of Oz in Tennessee. Did I almost hear you say 'READ-e-Culous'

There are several things more that I would have shared that seem more ridiculous to me than snake's bones about film and television about politics, the government about our prime minister but then my carreer would have ended even before it starts. So for now this is it. Hope you have some more facts that yiou would like to share. Bonjour...

Untill next time....

Subho BIJAYA!!!!!!!!!!

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 After the much awaited shower of celebration of the biggest and grandest event of Bengal, perhaps the most in terms of grandeur after the big fat wedding in a Bengali community; the festivities go on a hibernation and we return to normal life. Finding monotonicity (is there such a word even?!!!) or mundane in life isn't hard. The normalcy brings non-uniform chaos back. The  heart longs for the festivities to continue but reality... et tu...Brute... The perspiration of months, labour of thousands and awe of perhaps lakhs of people captured through the lens of seven days immersed in water; maintaining the true tradition. Taking into  account the transportation cost for ferrying passengers from one place to another during these days, the puja industry is a billion dollar business. An estimated flow of 200 crores of rupees, the majestic welcome ceremony of the most holistic hero (let's not be gender sensitive now, shall we?) perhaps puts to shame the Vikings returning from a raid or a Greco-Roman welcoming ceremony of their bountiful chieftains.

So much is the fervour that neither the rains could dampen the moods nor the deaths of several hundreds of villagers in the adjacent city due to  flood captured a brief moment of silence. We strived through waves of people to face the deity and admire the brains and sweat of the management; while thousands on the other side of the light climbed high rocks to save their lives. But lets not get into that and dampen the after-taste of the Pujas. The city lighted up and here I am not just talking about Kolkata (Which many outsider think is the only place in Bengal!!!) but the whole of Bengal. Foods were not just eating but indulging and everyone was pocket happy regardless of incidents that shook the world or the homes of near and far. While some chose to go pandal hopping with loved ones, some chose to give adda with the friends. Huh! the effervescent Bengali.

New thoughts were made on several cases regarding the celebrations; like crowd control which spilled from here to there, last year; and this year also. The preservation of the most unique, elaborate or nicely themed and organised Puja is in talks. Oh! And while we are on the topic, did you check Badamtal Puja committee's Puja these year. Today's The Telegraph has a picture and an article on it. Nicely done theme of 'DREAM'. Awesome sculpting, I must say. Some organizers gave free clothes to the needy some homes to street children while few visited old-aged homes to distribute sweets. That's the spirit I cheer to. If this be the celebration of light let every home be lightened, if this be the celebration of happiness let every face have a drop of happiness hanging from their face.

After all defeating all the odds to come to a sustained and peaceful life where everyone existed in harmony was the motto of the Goddess we dedicate our prayer to then winning the hearts of few people through brightly lit pandals should not be the aim. Neither winning prizes be our main goals. But winning the hearts and smiles of those unprivileged by fate or society is showing the true honour of the eternal Mother. Ma Durga. That's when we can embrace each other and say we have conquered all evils; foreign or domestic. That's when we can say Subho Bijaya.

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