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~ It feels good to be on wheels when the whole world sleeps. ~

Sharod Subechcha!!!

Ok! so I have nothing much to write!!

This year the month of October is lucky for me. Maa Durga blessed me with a better job. But the irony is, this is the only year i didn't go out to attend the puja ceremony. We Bengali's wait for Durga Puja the whole year. Shopping and preparations know no bounds. But my special pack of five days filled with fun and frolic and off course devotion were spent in office and then at home. Nobody back home was ready to accompany me to the puja pandals. What worse was that my handful of friends with whom I can be me are no more near me. Bayzid has moved back to his homeland long back without leaving behind a single message for me. It still hurts as we were so very close to each other. The reasons behind why he did so are better known to him. I have a faint idea of it but still they don't measure up to for leaving without any note. Anyways no issues as everybody moves on and so did he. May God bless him always. :)

This year Unnayan is in Canada and Shankha... he is very much here but could not meet him too. Goirick and Sagorika are enjoying the autumn of Durga pooja in the lap of their home town in beautiful North East.

Yeah! yeah! I have handful of close friends and needless to say most of them are guys.

This year I missed every single thing associated with Durga pooja. Those endless shopping, which saree to wear during ashtami poojo anjali, excitement to catch up with old friends, bumping into one of them amidst the rush of unknown people, had to say hi as I couldn't avoid you situations, khichuri aar payesh, endless addas and photo clicking, habijabi ja icche tai khawa..... the list is endless.

Dhak-sheuli-dhunuchi-aaroti-poojo-proshad-anando-utshov... i missed everything. Damn I am upset. :(

Pree stop! it's too much of whinning. Don't you know asche bochor abar hobe :D

So all you lovely people out there, Bijoya Doshomi'r preeti o subeccha to you all. May all the Ravans in your life burn today. :)

Signing off for now leaving behind one of the most beautiful videos that celebrates the essence of divinity called Durga Pooja. Hope you would love to watch this beautiful creation by Rajesh Chakraborty.

♥Love and Carez ♥

image courtesy: a friend of mine :)

Let's Uncomplicate!

He is still a boy. My cute li'l-innocently-naughty kiddo who paints my life with laughter and happiness. There are moments when he makes me cry too but even in those moments, so effortless he is in mixing colours to my salty tear drops that my already colourful life starts basking in the glory of joy.

My man refuses to grow up :p

Errrrr!!! Sowwyyy!!!

My boy refuses to grow up. :)

Life is so much worthwhile when you have that someone special around who so effortlessly says “Come! Sweetheart! Let’s uncomplicate life.”

! ♥ ツ

Image by Yours Truly-Preetilata

It was so silly of me to think all these years that he will weave me a world of thousand stars whenever I will be in his arms; soft enough to transcend me to an all together different world of love so pure and at the same time strong enough to protect me from every evil eyes.

Yes! I am in love. Period. I am in love with a man who didn’t weave me a world of stars but of love only. Love that blossoms in the essence of reality. Whenever he holds me in those soft and strong arms of him; it is so gentle- the touch and yet it creates a massive turmoil of love and passion inside my heart that it becomes so difficult to remain the one I am. I become the one whom I was searching aimlessly everywhere possible. I can feel that I am falling head over heels in love with this man and can bet that there can’t exist anyone better than him in this world for me. I feel “me” with “him”... I find “me” in “him”.

You are so much far away that ‘missing you’ pang has to hit me hard every five minutes. It feels great to be in love honey but the pain is enormous when I miss you and I guess I am getting addicted not only to your love but to this inflicting pain also. The whole day I just wait for the night to fall down on me. I know that star is waiting for me exactly at that same place where you have left it for me. It glows with your love and in return I radiate from its warmth.

Probably you would never know how beautiful the moment was when you asked me to go to my balcony and to search for that one brightest star. But that small piece of sky with only one star in it has become the very essence of my life. It gives me strength...it gives me hope... it gives me the warmth of you. It tells me strongly that no matter where I am; you are never very far away from me. In a nutshell my life is in the safe enclosure of yours and I am happy in there.

You tell me that it was too fast and I say you again that whatever has happened was not there in our hands. Love just happens and it happened to us too. I don’t know where our destiny will take us but I know that I am in love and I am in love with YOU. Now I don’t dream of a world weaved with stars anymore but of a home with you. The same home that I have seen while joining the lines of your right hand with my left one.

~Written on 29-Mar'10 while feeling utterly romantic. or was i utterly emotional? A concoction of both would fit in better.

A cuppa coffee with my soul.....b'cos I felt like updating my White Window!!

What is it that makes a life?

A little love, a lot many strife.

The golden rays soaking your heart,

Life –an inevitable sunset that does depart.

We swim with the tide, we sink even,

We rock in it’s cradle, emotions laden.

A kiss of spring- Life ushers in,

Life grays the world in miseries’ reign.

O! the sweetest of flower unmindful-

An acrid tinge of glum peeps not far,

A Journey littered with woes and joy,

A stillborn might only murmur the ploy.

~Any interpretations for the last line???

~*~

A cuppa coffee with my soul

Well on the personal front life is good. The professional one got submerged in neck deep work. Exaggerating? Yes, I am. J Got shifted from one role to another. Hopefully I will enjoy this one, at least a bit. Not expecting much in terms of satisfaction. Finally, I have realized that I still have to walk a long way before I get something of my interest. It’s just the start and slowly enough I am getting the hang of it. Unlike before, not at all cranky and irritated and sad and angry and short tempered and..., in short no more a cry baby for past lot many days. But this does not snatch my attention away from the many issues that troubling us in office. Yes I am lucky to have people around me who are always there to hold all my pieces together. I need not name them because I know that you know that yes it is you whom I am talking about.

Rain. I swear I can never describe my love for rain in mere mortal words. This time I have the opportunity to connect to rain closely. Yes it drenched me completely while I was on my way to office and then back home regularly for few days. It did not rain today. And sitting inside such an office where you can’t see what’s happening around, where it hardly matters whether it’s raining or not, I miss rain.

One and half weeks back, the hands of fever clutched me, the first time I got drenched in rain, giving me the opportunity to be in the comforts of my sweet home which otherwise doesn’t seem much sweet. Afterwards whenever I am under rain, I always pray to catch fever. Not because I want to be in the comforts of home but because I do not want to go to office. But I love watching and playing with the trails that the rain water leaves against the glass window of my cab. The wide DND toll road, the Yamuna over flowing beside, the greenery around, the cool-soothing breeze, the twinkling street-lights and the glittering vehicles and their sparkling reflections on the river ; everything has an intoxicating effect on me. But then Yamuna has crossed the danger level and the danger of flood is lurking around Delhi. O, I haven’t still bought that rainbow umbrella which I promised someone. I swear I will by the time monsoon comes to a sad end.

Today morning, in lunch, mom packed fried rice (not the Chinese one. Bhat bhaja. It’s something every Bengali mom prepares whenever they run out of time or vegetables or both) and daal pakodas. But it did not have the chance to enter the premises of my office as Varsha finished every bit of it on our way to office. And guess what nobody from my team brought proper lunch so me and Sumona had to settle down for one aaloo ka parantha which the canteen wala gave to us after lot of consumption of our precious lunch time as he says was confused. Initially we ordered four then it changed to three then to 2 then to 0. At last there was one parantha on our table which hurriedly went inside the empty stomachs of four hungry people.

It’s 4:07 pm now. Just got a call from Varsha. So while going back we will have something from MacD’s. I guess by now our order has been placed. So it’s going to be a small cab party while going back home. Yesterday, it was pasta at Evergreen’s. After around 1 year I was there and more than the yummy pasta I was gulping down nostalgia as was missing my college friend Prakriti. Thoughts of PR made me miss Aditi and Adu lead me to miss our so very grand Dubai tour. Green Park, it made me miss Divya too. Sigh. Memories! Sometimes they haunt and sometimes they make us smile. Yes they make us cry too. In my case it was all at the same time.

You know what! It’s 4:20 PM now and would you believe if I say I started writing this in the morning! All my reporting managers are hovering around making it so difficult to write. Moreover don’t know how many times the power went off. Back-up system is not working today. Had to write-rewrite so many things so many times. And in the whole process so many thoughts got lost in time and so many new ones did creep in. After eons I am writing like this, filling and spilling my cup of thoughts over and over again all around. Untamed and unchained thoughts. Running, falling, swinging. Shouting and laughing out loud. In simple words they want to break free. Actually it’s I who wants to break free. Towards a similar kind of land where someone famous wrote Solitary Reaper.

Hello! Are you still there? If you have made it this far then I must say you have got incredible quantity of quality patience in you and I would be immensely happy to know you. Please write your name in the comment box and no cheating ok! If you have come this far then don’t forget to go back to where the poem ends and interpret the last line. Thanks. J

I still don’t want to stop. Seems that I am on a writing spree and I am enjoying it so much. But I guess I have to put a full stop to it right here as the part-timers are here and very soon I may have to lend them my system. I might continue some other day from the point I am leaving now.

Love and carez.

Update after hitting the publish button. God! the satisfaction you get and the happiness you feel after updating your blog that too with such a long post when there is lots of work around and all your reporting managers are roaming and eying you, is indescribably awesome and amazing and electrifying and.. blah!!! Out of the world to be precise. Or is it top of the world? Whatever... J