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The festive hangover is slowly ebbing with the 240 volt jolt of work force! Though Bhaskar still says that it's just the beginning of masti time ...but post poojo my heart always feels heavy. Spent time with Baba and mammam, both are ageing and slowing down. We missed DJ kaku - the designer dhooti and taking money from him for the paan !Baba participated in the mainak Poojo function this time - he reminisced about how "Mainak" shaped up - how the first poojo happened.It was fun as the dadus refused to let go of the mike.




Chibu on his part had the best of times- adda, girls(hoping that it zeroes to one !), food , new clothes and no natok for a very unethical reason ! He stood by his friend and I argued that it's not right - a losing battle as always !
Bhaskar stayed at home and in many ways he sacrificed the fun for family ! Last evening Trilok was surprised that he played cricket and featured in cricinfo ! He wanted Bhaskar's autograph ! Time for Bhaskar to be pleased. I dug out a few snapshots today of the cricketing days - his halcyon days of action! How involved he used to be -and focused ! This time when I came back from Kerala the first news that he gave was of Ajay Jha's sudden demise - Ajay and his adversity was well known the cricketing circles and I guess that is why his death affected him in many ways - infact at times I felt it went deeper than he expressed and at times he did not want to talk about it -just like that ! 

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  1. Abhishikta20 October 2013 at 09:50

    uncle keo khub roga dekhachhe. 2nd picture e where is he standing? ami chintei parlam na :P

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