Hey You !

This is a tale that Baba used to recount with a relish ! My parents first movie with me at the then erstwhile Metro was quite an experience ! ..I cannot remember the name of the movie , neither does he ! But what was memorable was that as soon as The Metro Goldwyn Meyers' Lion  roared  I decided that enough was enough , and the only way to get out of that dark cavernous room was to  use the most potent weapon that  I owned- an  unendingly loud  bawl . Baba had to bring me out as the others protested and entertained me in the lobby of the hall. Every time he tried  to get back it was the same story - till I declared quite happily " Er por theke Ma eka eka  cinema dekhbe , tumi aar ami baire khelbo !" being thePapa's girl that  I was, it must have been a thoroughly enjoyable situation for me when I had his undivided attention! This evening's "The Lion King " brought in a host of memory - It was Chibu's first movie at Minerva. He was around 3 at th

On my way back from work the sky looked beautiful from the Gariahat flyover - the many hues of pink , red and blue and grey seemed   splattered from an artists easel to bring a strange effect - a feeling of foreboding filled with a strange joy of discovering something beautiful unexpectedly ! Funny how the happy feeling always have this strange sense of loss lurking ! Of  losing that moment amid the myriad senselessness !

Is there a word called regret ? When you purposely  don't say goodbye, and  Pretend  That you tend to forget .... Is there a word called regret ? When  you go back  in time and  Pretend  to dance to a tune you cannot forget ... Is there a word called regret ? When  the insides tear  and tears sting, yet, you  Pretend  All's fine and all right  In the end ! ( some pretends sometimes come true..despite )

Some evenings turn out to be good in the end ! The short shower and the walk to Chowman in search of food ...Despite Chibu's cribs, we found a place for two just as we walked in though a big crowd was waiting outside . The dinner was good  more because it was our solo outing in months and Chibu comes up with these nuggets that are hilarious ! The food sufficed !  This morning I went back to doing the long Kriya at Art of Living after years. I am always scared of doing this as there is a reaction in my life - looking back they are all learning experiences and coincidences , but caused a lot of pain in the process ! As always it was a divine  feeling - though my thoughts somersaulted in my head and the unpleasant mingled with the impossible ....will it help me to purge? We'll see :) Woke up from my sleep this afternoon to the sound of bell and to mamam telling me , "dekho ke shob aise, gift loiya !" I found two cute kids with boxes of sweets and roses wishing Happy

The vaccination for yellow fever proved to be quite an experience! Uday had professed "Amra ek din hoi hoi kore jabo , injection nite" ! And what a "hoi ! Hoi ! " it was !  At office as soon as we declared that we are going for the YF vaccination..the usual horrified exclamation was " Tomader dujoner i  hoyeche ?" :) :)  It was our second visit at the "Marine House"- the first one was futile as Bhaskar's peon had bluffed , and our names were not listed ! The next day saw us sitting on the narrow wooden bench with the sole fan rotating as a consolation prize on a hot , stuffy Kolkata afternoon ! A man limped into the place with a list and called out the names ...to an anxious audience ! None responded, so he gleefully declared " Keu asheni!" to a roomful of vaccination aspirants ! We let out protests of various degrees...to which he looked at the list again and said "Oh bhool hoye geche !" in the style of "mistake !

There is something about merging into life ! Living, leaving ,loving all merges into one another ....another place , another time ...all seem the same in the end! Nothing lost and nothing gained....May always brings these thoughts even after 3 years ! How time flies..and after reading the philosophies of Dalai Lama I think of acceptance..but I fail somewhere to accept the many anomalies in my life! 

Rains after a sweltering day is like the first taste of ice-cream...cool , refreshing and so umm ! But then all my similes are related to food and edible objects...How gluttonous can you get ? But then as he lightning tears across the sky and the thunder rumbles in a distance ..as I push my head out from my stuffy house I can only wish it will rain over me .........