Random thoughts @ early morning !

Morning is not my favorite time of the day- and it is not the best of time to take up the pen/keyboard whatever! I am cranky, crabby and crotchety...especially if I have to wake up at 5.30 ,thanks to Chibu's football match and to meet a deadline for my incomplete tasks! My attention span is at it's lowest, and at the slightest pretext I will browse Jabong, Craftsville , Flipkart and all the shopping sites that thrives cos of suckers like me
( Bhaskar's opinion) ! And there is Angry Birds, my latest addiction ( that again Thanks to Chibu- cos if he hadn't taught me to play , I wouldn't have known how to use the mouse to maneuver that sling )!! Last evening I deactivated my second Facebook account .A whole lot of names popped up who would miss me ! Miss me? wow! I hardly knew them....they were my students at some point of time, or my friends of yore ....from whom I have moved away or maybe vice-versa...or the random people FB thinks I can be friends with :((( ! The reason for deactivating threw up a number of options..I thought I would be truthful and choose "I spend too much time on FB"....something which even my boss complained about once!!!But then I chose to be civil and chose "I have another account"!
......... Amidst all that I sent a silent prayer for Dalia's daughter...hope she gets what she wants....I know the agony of a mother's helplessness ! JGD !

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A holiday with self :)

A long overdue blog about the path that I was seeking , or did the path seek me out ? Over the years the sheen of belief was wearing off and I was beginning to question the master about the magic - about faith becoming commercial, about what Bhaskar stated, "This is all about money". Packing my bags off and going solo isn't very uncommon in my life, but this time I was not on work per se. Checking-in into the Ashram, was on my bucket-list for ever-since, and it was an amazing experience. Despite the crowd, the ambiance just reverberated with a mix of reverence, energy , faith, hope, prayer - and questions too ! Like I mentioned before meditation was not about spiritual pyrotechnics, but a metaphor connected to life. Like the corner I chose had a vantage view of the stage and despite a stench that started emanating from the corner, I just could not leave that place, for the view that corner offered got me stuck there. Life is like that, we are often stuck in the rut , ...

The road may be narrow and dark

This write up came back with a note of regret – for not being able to make to the next round in the competition, to the editor's table. Well, this is the first time I competed , that is if I do not count the House Competition essay writing, where I came second after Champa. Actually I do not why I took part – chance, curiosity or plain gambling …..because writing for me has always been a catharsis – an expression that I can share …..So no regrets , really! The road may be narrow and dark…….. It was 1983 and life with Baba always veered on the unexpected and the adventurous. Like that road trip from Kolkata to Delhi via Agra. We had this faithful Ambassador that took us on this journey with Baba at the helm and our cleaner Kalipada as his first assistant. I was the official navigator and Giri uncle, my father’s friend, in charge of our ummm, let’s say security, since me and my cousin Dimpi, both all of 18, needed an escort , officially. Baba always liked the un-tr...

Chariots and moon :)

I was wondering if little children pull the rath still.... But I noticed my Facebook timeline having quite a few pictures of smiling faces with their bedecked little chariots, much to my delight. In this digital chaos , somewhere these simple customs are lost , like a friend lamented this morning. Our parents bought us this crude do-tala rath and we decked it up with ghuri r kagoj and made The Trio sit in the prime position as we pulled the contraption from one room to the other offering the papad, math mishti and batasha ......The contraption rested for a week when the ritual was repeated on the ulto-rath day. And then there was also the Rath-er Mela , with it's stalls full of trinkets and baubles and bhepu banshi. Strangely, we also had a film magazine which was called "Ulto -Rath" and which was out of bounds for us as kids, thus building up on the curiosity quotient. The magazine honestly, wasn't much really, a few stories, gossips and black and white...

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