Love with the Dancing Rain

The slight rugged corridors may not be aware of me but this is the place which is most close to my heart, My School. I have passed the most memorable moment here. As I walked down the school corridor I smell an old charm which is so known to me. As they say People smell a fragrance with their eyes and brains first before they smell with their noses, same thing happened with me as well. It’s the place where you lived the most happening time in your entire life which is carefree, inspirational and joyous. Coming from a Co-educational Institute I had my own perception regarding it. Despite having strict norms in place, the co-ed schools see many love stories flourish on Valentine’s Day— under, perhaps, the indulging watchfulness of the teaching staff. It’s amazing to see how the adolescents are eager to explore the adventurous side of their lives. That’s why we always smell a change of mood during the Valentines Day. Well neither I have proposed someone on Valentines Day nor I had an Love affair to remember but still I think every relationship or Love affair has its own charm which sill looms large in every corridor of Co-ed Schools.



It was 28th September when we just got the enough hint for the impending Puja Vacation on Air. I was still preparing my Vow ouch!(Proposal) Lines. Love was brewing over a cup of Coffee, hot cuppa of steaming tea and the gossips (Obviously Male Gossip).I was in love with a class-mate & giving rehearsal of my Proposal Lines for couple of Days .Somehow I couldn’t accumulate enough guts to propose her. So I told one of my friends (who happened to be girl) to convey her about my feelings .As expected the result was negative & I was doomed in a sorrow but my friends somehow convinced me to go with it and tell her about my feelings .It was a regular day as usual at school, just I was restless, looking too & fro at her, somewhat clueless me trying to gauge her reply. She was looking beautiful as usual in her white & blue sari, adjusting her spectacles every now and then. I felt so much hapless every time I looked at her because it’s needs so much courage to tell someone about your special feelings first in your lifetime. My Classmates were throwing me to tell her but I somehow couldn’t manage to tell her. Every time I made up my mind & went to her things had gone messed up and only some meaningless sounds came out of it. I went close to her & looked to her eyes and like every time I just said about some nonsense issues. It was about 4 P.M. in the afternoon when finally, accumulating my last drop of courage I went to her to say something unusual for the first time of my life. She was about to leave the classroom when I called her from the back. She moved to me with her piercing glaze & I felt weakness in my knees. “Its no nonsense time buddy” I murmured to myself & said “I LOVE YOU”. Silence prevailed for next few seconds and to my surprise she said back “I LOVE YOU TOO”.I didn’t know what happened next & I didn’t want to know either. I was so content & happy that I can’t express even today after almost ten years.

It was raining hard the next day and I was touching the dancing rain from my window. I woke up to the smell of sweet & wet earth and it was simply divine.

I just love to see the garden green and happy again. Yes, Rain is here and so is my Love.

My City My Kolkata

Call me whatever you may like. My lineage is as mixed as it gets. While most of my friends have a simple answer for “Tui Ghati na Bangal”, I have to start tracing my family tree from Adam. From “Mohan Bagan to East Bengal, Hilsa to Chingri” the comparison is everywhere & everlasting. As far as Bengali culinary scenario is concerned, we are at least liberal. While such a background gives one a very broad cultural perspective, it may threaten to leave a person rootless also. Kolkata has warmth about it which a person cannot miss (and I don’t mean the soaring temperature). It accepts people for what they really are, not for what they have. . In most parts of Kolkata it’s the person that matters, not the possessions. You can strike up a conversation with a complete stranger in a bus and discuss anything from the Kolkata Knight Riders to the price of onions. Of course I had my hiccups, one of the biggest being the language as there are some provisional differences as I am not hailing from Kolkata (Again not Calcutta). You simply can’t give a miss to smell of Kumartoli’s mud during Durga Puja, the lady practicing Rabindra Sangeet in dawn, the bank of the Ganges and so many to name. These things mingle to compose a distinct flavor of the City which is so containing as it gets. A recent visit to another city made me realize even more acutely how much ‘home’ meant Kolkata. The soul of the city is its people, its heritage, its culture. These are what enable it to provide the ground for a person like me to spread his roots in. It gives an answer for “Tui Bangal na Ghoti?”…. “Ami Kolkatan”.

Indelible Imprints

• Family • Adventure • Cricket • JU-My Alma mater • Phoolbagan • City Centre • Construction Engineering • 28th September • Hills • Wildlife Photography • Coffee • A+ • CAT • ShahRukh Khan • Smile • Crazy • Purple salwar • Nandan • Inbox • Nostalgia • Forests • College Street • Orkut • Chetan Bhagat • Blood • 1st February • Walking in the Rain • KFC • Deadlines • Romantic • Roll No-10 • Destiny • Jeans • Bunking Classes • Beer • Memory • Roadies • Coffee House • Chirping of Birds • Shopping • Sinus • First Rain • Bravery • Gadgets • First Kiss • Metro Railways • Canteen • First Job • Adrenaline • Manhattan • Simplicity • 10th May • Perfume • Lenovo • Stubborn Silence • Kolkata • Blue • Rebel • Red Wine • Friendship • Kalbela • Revolution • 5th March • Casual • Screwed up • Anti terrorism • Cigarette • Equality • Café Coffee Day • Thek Culture • Love • Freedom • P.S. – The words furnished above are not in the chronological order…………………….

Kaleidoscopic Kolkata

Very often, you'll discover me standing all alone near a "still under construction" building beside my office. After passing out from JU in Construction Engineering I am yet to discover the process of making a house and they say it takes a lifetime to construct your own house. I love to be casual even in over stressed situation because I am very casual person who never take things seriously. I love to screw things up & do things at the eleventh hours as it gives a crazy rush to my Adrenalin. I used to take oath everyday that I will give up smoking and end up smoking more numbers of cigarettes in that very day also. I like to break the rules to diminish the inevitable pattern of life and perhaps.. I succeeded. I love to scribble meaningless poetry in the last page of my notebook. I love to take a walk even when it rains cats & dogs. I can even ditch my office on weekend to have a bottle of Beer with my friends. I love my city Kolkata so much for its Culture, Heritage, Street Foods, Bandhs, Meetings, Processions, Slums, Water logged roads and Of course for its Unique Adda. I hate those people who Show off and behave as if they know everything & hate being get anlyzed by a person who don't know anything about real me.You might call me a dreamer but you know what I love to live my own dreams. Life, to me, is like a hot steaming cup coffee........ You sit by the window on a rain-swept evening and take a careless sip...... only to realize that someone has forgotten to add the sugar........... Too lazy to go for it ,you some how manage to drink the sugarless coffee till u discover sugar crystals lying at the bottom. THAT'S LIFE.........ADDED....BUT NOT STIRRED.....!