Lot has happened since I last dropped here, got married, adopted 2 canine kids, saw my life turn topsy turvy and my house a wreak as they were teething, resigned from my Job to start a new dream... But I am back again... a new resolve, with a spring on my fingertips with old memories…
Experience
The January chill was stinging me, biting and clawing through my cloths but I was oblivious to it... as I was of the endless irritating cavalcade of Cars, Bus, Autos, and 2 Wheelers running outside on the ever congested Bangalore road.
I was numb... I was in pain I did not knew existed for a long…
I got up with a jerk and looked out of the window of my three tier compartment and was greeted by that all too familiar cacophony of "Chai, garam chai', 'taaza kela', 'fresh bread-omlette', 'paper, le lo paper',... 'T.T. Saab just one berth, I'll give you extra', 'coolie, coolie, come this way quick..." The sights,…
I look through my Flight’s Window to the panorama below restless as I have nothing better to do, a rarity nowadays, before I land in Bangalore and resume my life as I am use to and prepare for my meeting. The Sky is clear from the top and I can see clouds which are not…
William Shakespeare quoted "What is there in the Name", I say a great deal here is a piece dedicated...
To Choton, Bulbul, Khoka, laltu, gogol, babai, buro, tutu, bubu, ghoton, bhutan, chotka, shanto, bubai, tubul... et al. being half bengali myself and being called “Lintu” by most of my relatives I make here an attempt to…
Earlier we were a slave nation, now we are citizens of an independent nation, or are we? Independence which gives us fundamental rights to live and earn our living anywhere within the boundary of this nation. I saw a report in newspaper that one person of Bachhan family was lamented of proclaiming that she should…
This story began in a time of innocence, dreams and nothingness and span over sometime calm and sometime turbulent quarter century, culminating in me jotting down these lines in multitude of alphabets similarly scattered over the cyberspace.
It was the fall of 1984-85 when I first entered the precinct of Bishop Westcott Boys School, one of…
Then I was a "Bihari" now I am a “Jharkhandi”. Even though I left it for better future in 1998, my heart is still there.
I miss those long bicycle rides... those very competitive cricket matches... time spent doing nothing with friends... moments of idealistic boyish dream about the future... but most of all those memories…
Quite a few of my friends pointed out the mistakes on my blog and I agree to most..., Lot of you pointed that the grammer, the punctuation and the spellings were not right... I humbly agree to these and request you all to keep giving feedbacks as I am a little rusted... To think of…
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