Barandaye roddur :)

I am traveling after almost five months- in many ways I was looking forward to my solo time. Gives me time to read,watch movies till midnight, introspect and feel free.....
The best thing about this apartment is the veranda...which is spacious and looks into a patch of overgrown greenery. I have been spending hours here, sipping my morning coffee while checking the whatsapp and the chat group " Furiye elo bela ...." and in the evening working on the assignments over my cup of tea. I watch the rains at night falling in sheets and the glistening greens in the morning .
Back in Kolkata I miss the "baranda"...of course, Mainak has a "baranda" with an awesome view, but I do not live there ! And the place where I stay , I honestly do not have the time to take in the laziness of the solitude as each second is a race with time !
Race with time , when I think about that I feel I am tired, the finishing line has lost it's charm...I just want to run the other way , the other track and not think of what will happen.
Recently I connected with my school friends over a lunch date....and we formed a group where we talk about anything under the sun- the raucous , the inane and the serious. It is like connecting with your past with an aplomb...
Age has made me look at friendship with skepticism- you make friends, be a part of their lives and then the connection snaps ! Very few friendships last and the ones from school survive probably because of the collective memory of happiness and pain !
Ah the veranda...made me come back to my blog after ages.....
When I am really old I would love to have a veranda with a rocking chair....and reminisce about the times gone by...

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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 3 men in my life!

That's a strange caption I chose ! But for me, am in a sentimental nostalgic mood - It's not easy for me to watch, as the first man around whom my world revolved stumble, totter and be spaced out ! Of course his spirit is still strong and I ensure that he is never left alone or lonely ,but I guess I can't...in the end he is alone with his thoughts! Of course I am talking of Baba ! He still is my priority at times over Bhaskar , who suffers silently . Baba and Bhaskar can still be jealous over each other when I buy something for one and leave the other out. So it has been a habit now to buy 2 identical things for the two, cos I know they will end up comparing ! The third one is going to be 21 in two days time ! And aren't I glad that he has grown up ! I was not really the best of smoochie-woochie -baby -talkie mothers ! I guess that's the reason why Chibu still feels embarrassed when hugged ! But at times I am amazed that 21 years flew by...I still can remember ...

Morning bells are ringing ......

Heidi lived in Alps with her Alms uncle - I read this story in a book that was called The Big Big Story Book and it had a compilation of amazing stories that were my first foray into the world of English story books. Recently on a long flight I watched the movie much to delight of the young steward who was our attendant that night. My first glimpse of the Alps was from our flight ...the dawn breaking to spread the orange hues over the snowy terrain...looked mesmerizing even to someone who is not too fond of the mountains. Switzerland was beautiful, with its manicured terrain and flowers like pretty maids all in a row, picture perfect setting and breathtaking, like a touch me not porcelain beauty. Coming from my "elo melo" city I wondered how people managed to keep a country so organized , I have trouble keeping my room in ship shape...... No, I would not like to live there ......it's too distant and too cold ,but what I will carry in my heart is the awesome time .......

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