learning and growing

The age of instant knowledge is GREAT. We get to see our favourite movies as soon as it is released, comfortably, inside our house,on our sofas, without going to the theatres unless absolutely necessary. But I miss those days when new movies were eagerly waited for their release in the cinemas. I remember waiting eagerly for each Harry Potter movie. Of course, now that all of it is readily available at the tip of your fingers, things are obviously more convenient. But a part of me still and will always long for those days. Though I don't feel quite the same for television series because I would love to watch all hundred episodes in a day if possible and would again get ready for the next hundred, the very next day. And the other thing that bothers me equally is the quick instant photography which we can avail for ourselves if we have good smart phones. Not surprising that it is the age of selfies. But again I miss those days when photos were preserved for a special occasion like a...

Well, well...my fascination for Gopal or Lord Krishna is increasing day by day. My desire to keep a mud made Gopal is increasing too. My mother tells me not to overreact about it but damn it, I want a sweet cute 'Gopal' for me. Religion demands a lot of care and concern for a 'gopal' if one wants to keep it at home and worship it. May God help me resist my temptation for it.Sigh. On the other hand, it worries me to see my mother becoming hyperactive. I mean, she was never the lazy sort of housewife busy watching television serials and instructing housekeepers, but now she has become more than active in whatever she does. If that is her way of forgetting what had hit our family in the recent past, I am okay with it. And if not, then as I said, I am worried. My schedule is active too. Recently there is this thing that happened with me. I remember it was my birthday and a classmate of mine I usually talk with not only not wish me verbally, but behaved rudely with me on m...

Phew! What a day! I was dead scared about the fact that today too, the bank, the post office, the college and the university will delay all my work. But thankfully nothing as such happened and all was done smoothly. I posted some five letters, because both my personal life and my professional life demands that from me now. I also find joy in writing letters. Though direct communication instantly, is deferred but it is good to experience it. It has that retro charm to it. And as far as the professional writing is concerned, by now I am a pro in writing all the god damn it stuff. But the good thing is that once it is posted and delivered, they contact you via your email Id. The post office thing was my first work today. Going to the bank was my second. And I was just hoping for some miracle to take place and it did. The bank was almost empty, except for me and another elderly lady. And my work was done in a matter of ten minutes and I was happily out of the bank. All the bank related mat...

I promised myself that no matter what, I shall write today. I turned 23 today and the past few months were worse and it still is painful. I did not want to get out of my blanket today and all I wanted to do was give myself time. But eventually it did not happen. Keeping a proper attendance in college is must and so I dragged myself to college, did the titbits, had a few official things to deal with and then returned back home and went to sleep without any conversation with anyone. When I woke up, I saw a little birthday arrangement was made for me by my mother, cousin and aunt. Though I was in no mood I did what was expected of me and seeing them happy , I felt good. What made my day better was the first call that I got from Souvik at midnight and the way both my Mom and he sang for me together. Only your loved ones will know how it feels to have lost your father and wanting to hear his voice,singing for you. It is hard to accept that I won't hear it again but trust me, in my mind...

Do you know what is really 'a pain in the ass?'. Not getting what you deserve. The authorities are obviously ' with you', telling you that they will do all that is required but, but the higher authorities hold it back or they will only give you what you need after squeezing out all the energy, hope and enthusiasm you are left with. Let's face it. Education is damned. And so am I.

I do get things. Like for example, when you act like a friend but all you do secretly is compare and compete and letting your partner know that you are competing but there is no solid proof left behind because you do it wisely and you try to subtly shock or surprise your partner via your actions, make you smart, isn't? What makes your partner i.e me , smarter, is the way I rarely react to it. When life goals are different for different people, the only option left to you ( me, here) is to smile and let go. But since I like writing about things that I observe and enjoy and also not enjoy, I thought of putting this down as a message. I am sure the one in question will get it. I also get why some people are so bothered about you and your life that they don't forget to do things that they think might bother you or that THEY THINK, might make you jealous. Another message for a person like that- GROW UP. I also believe that one day soon, I will get in touch with a long lost personal ...

It is strange and wonderful when you can connect yourself to a person because of their writings. Words have the immense capacity to hit you in the right place. When I read an amazing book ,I don't feel alone, it is almost like having a romance with a writer, you have never met and have fewer possibilities of meeting in the near future unless you are very lucky. I have always wondered why J.K Rowling is J.K Rowling or Jhumpa Lahiri is Jhumpa Lahiri, or why Alice Walker is a beautiful poet, besides being a wonderful novelist. I wonder how simple ,easy words create magic and make you smile. Oh, wait. But all of it is a gift to all the gifted minds and not someone who demeans Literature. Sorry that you (and specifically you) don't understand the beauty of words, and remain in the deafening noise of machines that you find so welcoming every single day. Sorry that you can't explain how nice you feel about it because duh! you hate the magic of words. Yes, hate- a very strong word....