Sunday, May 16, 2010

Haiya-Haiya


Ghari te bhor 4te baje, tau kichu-tei ghum aschena. Tai bhablam onek din por abar aaj blogspot e kichu likhi. Prothom jei blog ta post korechilam seta chilo Kolkata sahar e amar MBA – abhijan ke Kendra kore. Bhebechilam regarding college ja ja frustu kheyechi tar ekta choto khato kata chera korbo. Service marketing er bhasaye GAP analysis. But second year e ese ki je holo, sei odbhoot college ta kei bhalobese fellam.

“me” based cost benefit analysis gradually kemon “we” based e porinoto holo and part 2 er sesh obdi aste aste seta “us” based cost benefit analysis e ese daralo. A sense of team , camaraderie jeta class 12 er por konodin onubhab korini seta arekbar fire pelam. Tai ekhon at the end of 2 years of MBA , jokhon kina arr kichu din por sobai nijer nijer raastaye beriye porbe , I am having mixed feelings. Janla-r opor chupchap bose etokhon bhabchilam what I am going to miss and why. Sob kemon jeno chokher samne flash back hocchilo.

Right from “boudibaaz” avik er non stop boudibaji , abhra-r witty replies and suchi ke hostel obdi drop korte jawa, udo bhai er download kriya, doggy avik er “big girl” lau-er virruddhe jihad, horny arnie-r gf er pechon pechon rajasthan obdi dourano, Jei sandeep k placement sandeep bole code korechilam, tar “hyat/chorom/ebaba” gaach sandeep bole re-coding kora, soham er pagol kore dewa enthu and dwai er raat 1ekta-r samaye phone e cake banano-r instruction dewa n "porte bos" ba chandrima-r beshuro gaan ekhono kaan e baajche and chokher samne bhasche.

Debarshi-r amar proti durbolota and so called buri nazar, tony annaa-r maal kheye amader samlano and roll 15 er sathe dustu mishti prem kahini,kimba metro bar e kalu anirban er “pother prante oi sudor gaa-ye” gaan tar club mix version, hego dipan er CAM n DSS paper e dictate kore amader tokano, akash er gf jogar er honest chesta or laha-r 9th wonder mane orr belly botton baa hulo anirban er KOTLER ta khub mone porche.

Sreya-r sathe raat 3te – 4te obdi “bela bose” niye govir alochona kora, porer din abar sei sms guli sreya-r dwara leak kore dewa, riddho-r always cool attitude , sayan er attendance e perfect score card. Sarthak er sathe amar joint nongramo theory baa parlay da-r “bondhu tomar sathe ari-ari” gaan er rehearsal sob kichui besh picture perfect chilo.

Rohan er supermodel der har manano sexy hip, jasmin er never ending question stock and queries. Hunk debapriyo-r hunky-r prem e habu n dubu khawa . baccha Abhrajit er langcha and aat bhaat boka (ei blog ta porle oo er tolayeo kichu na kichu bhaat likhbe). Amnan & himayan er triangular “something” . khamaru-r afuronto panu-r stock n dr. D K lodh alias debdeep er japani tel er dui fota-r kamal. Abhi-shake er settle down bolar ishtyle sob kichui ekdum unique chilo. Each one of the 90 student had "gola" talent in one field or the other. It was not the dewal , equipments or building that made iiswbm for me. It was the sheer pleasure of experiencing two years of nichu-z and uchu-z together.

But I don’t know how aparajito became so close to heart. I guess our frequencies matched to a “nongra +jaa taa” level. I wish I had known him since langta age. UB te interview te ami jetam na , as I got the info abt the interview just 2 hour prior to scheduled time and I was in no condition to sit for the interview. You were the one who was super excited and forced me to sit for that. Tor sedin howrah theke chute ese amake venue te drop kora ta konodin bhulbona.

May be ghum aschena just due to the fear that sob kichu change hote jacche. Abar sei known comfort zone theke beriye ekta ochena jagat. Hoyto onek er sathe contact thakbena, hoyto kichudin por mon-ei porbena still ekta bhoye bhitore dourache. But asha kori sobai bhalo thakbe and nijer nijer jayegaye fatiye perform korbe. Amader ei family-r sob member der jonnye Robert da-r 4te line mone porlo (copy paste marchi)

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Saturday, April 3, 2010

6 - 1 - 6

3rd April 2010 ,Time 0149 hrs :- Just 40 mins agge ghar e dhuklam. Aaj hotat ferar poth e kheyal holo je porikkha shuru hote ar 10 din oo baki nei.

10 din >>>> 13 ta paper + 1 viva + 1 dissertation” .

Bhabte giye matha ta bhari ,paa ta halka & pet ta garam hoye gelo..”nimno chap” er moton gari moddhyei kemon ekta low pressure zone create holo and I almost got sucked into it. Jeev / ingrezi te tongue ta lomba kore sidha garir janla-r baire matha ta ber korlam to let some oxygen in. Kaaj holo, ei jatraye dom bondo hoye mara jawar theke beche gelam. Mundu ta bhitore kortei abar same porikkhar bhoot tara korte laglo. Bujhlam this bhoot is here to stay. Aro joto din jabe, ei bhoot nijer samrajya bistar korbe ebong kichudin por kono ek petni-r sathe biye shaadi kore amar mathar oporei sukher sangsar patbe.

Nijeke prosno korlam eta keno holo?
Kichukhon waiting signal dekhanor por conscience theke uttor elo BY DEFAULT.

“by default” bhablam eta ki uttor,hardly 5-6 seconds pore realize korlam uttor ta sothik. Sara bochor porini, ordhek paper er naam last week janlam,Xerox er pahar barite stuup kore rekhechi so jaa hoche seta swabhavik. Realization ta hotei chot kore stats niye boslam
10 din -----13 ta main paper……per paper 1 din oo nei….so Din er basis e hiseb na kore hourly basis e korbo as it will give a feel good factor. Motamoti ekta conclusion e elam je ebar Maa saraswati FREE HIT and POWER PLAY option na dile amar arr kichu korar nei. 13 ta paper er naam ekta kagoz e likhlam, Jei gulo te mone holo pass korte pari tick mark dilam and rest e cross ,mane oi gulo te molest howar theke keu bachate parbena.
Result was 6 TICK – 6 CROSS. Ekta pore roilo ,sei paper e ki ache amar dharonar baire so as a benefit of doubt I left it unmarked.Bola toh jayena Jodi ota te utre jai. jei 6 ta paper e CROSS ache tar jonnye strategy oo thik kore fellam, je oi gulo te BASIC INSTINCT use korbo and ekdum original uttor debo.
Tv ta on korlam. News dekhbo bole channel surf korte korte Kolkata tv te pouchalam. Khobor Kings xi Punjab aaj abar hereche. Nijer thekeo dur obostaye kauke dekhle jaa hoye , amar tai holo. The sinking feeling came to an halt. Niche breaking news e flash holo – Kolkata Sosurbarite Rahul Mahajan . Er thekeo joghonyo breaking news er ashonka-r bhoye totkhonat TV ta off korlam.
Birokti bhab elo. Thik korlam ekhuni porte bosbo and tana portei thakbo . Ochena Boi and amar priyo bondhuder manufacture & supply kora notes khullam. 2 Page portei confidence chorom level e chole gelo . Mone holo yes I can. Confidence level er parod er tehlaye boi khata bondo korlam & blogspot khule boslam. Janina keno Aaj khub jore blog peyechilo so last 35 min dhore blogalam ebar bhabchii boi er bhitor phire jayi…so signing out for now

Thursday, February 18, 2010

SPARTAN PUSH----ed!!

NO smiles. No smokes. No vodka to rule the roost.

It’s very quiet down here and each one feeling the chill.

No more talks of risk , No more dating with Thrill.

Four of us sitting next to Ganges

Still wondering about the sudden changes.

The changes that have hit hard.

The changes which were here to stay.

Unable to find an alternate way.

We understood each other but didn’t knew what to say.

I hope we will get a way back again into the thick.

Though we will miss our bloody maverick.

I hope bidding goodbye would have been easier than saying “hi”.

Got No idea what makes a grown up cry.

I wish you could see ..I wish you could hear.

Missing you badly Missing you madly.

I WISH YOU WERE HERE......





N.B To ugly soul --sParta will miss its “Horny boy” …R.I.P

Sunday, January 3, 2010

GAJODHAR MAHATO's DIARY


Tui ki amaye bhalobasis?

Hotat dheye elo emon ek prosno….

Bol na! tui ki amaye bhalobasis?

Holo repetition of same prosno


Hello! Hello!

Koi geli ,dicchis na keno sara?

Phone line er ei prante,

I am lost ,I am disha-hara


Hariyechi baak-sokti ami,

Gola gelo sukiye…

Ek palak ei dana holo uddhauu,

Lejj gelo gutiye.



Line martam er bondhu ke,

a-a kotha theko elo…

jhule pore jodi galaye,

Case might become kelo



“NA” sohoj e parina bolte ami,

So pressure was there & bit of chaap...

It was like standing on a bungee tray,

With no icchaa to take a jhaap.


Sahos jugiye, khullam mukh

Bole dilam shottii ta hur-muriye...

Phone line er dui prante odbhuut stob-dota

I thought amar charge geche furiye.


Khanik porei abar beje utlo ringtone,

I managed some more sahos & picked up d phone

It was her & I can feel her crying,

She could not hide still she was trying.



The call ended & the phone went dead,

Next evening ,my shoulder rested her head…

I didn’t know what to say,

So kept quiet and sat that way.



Dhorlo haath ta aste kore,

Nilo nijer hath e…

Bollo amaye,veja galaye

Bondhu hoyei thakis plzz, chiro jibon saathe!!!!



This is dedicated to “ bitching queen miss T” from her friend “baap er choto pola” aka “maa-tal” to mark 3 years of that “AGREEMENT”.

P.S - The handsome “maa-tal” & the one n ugly (not only) “bitching queen” are best of friends for the past 20 years and they will remain so forever .COME WHAT MAY.


Friday, January 1, 2010

Recipe for Matar Paneer

After a hangover from the previous evening’s ultra cool boozing ,I woke up at dot 11 am. It was a laid back start to the last day of the year. My cellphone display showed 38 unread messages. It seemed people were really excited about 2010. I hate forwarded messages still I went through all of them. By 12 , I aligned myself infront of my lappy , checked some so called important mails…replied to new year greetings that were pushed through and even wrote a testimonial at gunpoint. I was rest assured that this day is going to beat the worst 31st December record and it was going to be hell boring. Nothing was working according to plan for past 2-3 days. I said no to my family outing as i wanted to accompany friends on 30th but eventually it got cancelled. It was like “dhobi ka kutta ,na ghar ka na ghat ka”.

It was around 2 pm when I got a call from my cousin, he asked "what’s up bro???"

“chilling out at home “ is what I replied, but actually I was far from chilling out or in.

He said , “me too”!!

I got the signal that am not the only one left out , it makes you feel better when somebody else is also in same soup as you are in. It makes your stay(read as agony) more “comfortable”(bearable). Though my cousin is half a dozen years elder to me ,still each and every time he looks up to me for some weird ideas and invariably I deliver on his expectations. By 3 pm he was at my door and my hand was on my head, scratching to unearth some idea where we should head for. I took my little rucksack and climbed onto his newly bought FZ 16. I didn’t even gave him a chance to ask where are we heading. I said “SINGUR”. “What !!are you crazy?” is what he managed to say as we left for our destination Singur .

It took about an hour to cover the 58 km distance. The view of the defunct nano factory was bit saddening. It was definitely not a year gone right for the people in and around that place. I don’t know who won in the political tug of war of singur but what I knew ,was that a family doing well with farming was forced to put up a roadside tea stall and was struggling for survival. As I paid up for the tea & snacks, Rony threw his bike keys at me. It was a clear indication that the stud was little sad ,else we cousins never let each other our bikes.

“hey hey!!aren’t we supposed to turn back and head home before dark…why the hell are you going straight??” he shouted in vain.

“We are heading straight, switch on the GPRS and give me the direction”...i said.

“Direction of what??? Where do you want to go??

“BOLPUR ….ahh make it SHANTINIKETAN, give me the direction and distance coordinates”

“Hey brother its 139 km, scrap your filthy idea and lets head back home. This 139+ km journey will exert undue pressure on my bikes engine and engine is the heart of the bike. It might get a heart attack.” He howled under his pillion helmet.

Heart, veins, arteries, etc etc …..he continued his anatomy and possible ailments his bike would suffer ,as I headed for Bardhaman. It was 5.30 pm when we reached there. It started to darken as we stopped by for a tea. Many picnic parties were heading for home after a days of hulla bulla….We again commenced our journey on NH-2 towards Bolpur ,it was about 7 pm when we reached shantiniketan.

It was an awesome feeling , this was my second visit to the campus and on both occasions I was just bowled over by the scenic beauty , the calmness and the lovely ambience of the very place. A “baul ashor” was going on ,so we decided to sit there for some time .You cannot match a cold December evening with Baul sangeet at shantiniketan with anything else on this world. The words ,the lyrics ,the very person singing the song makes it so special that it directly hits the soul somewhere deep inside you.

We went to the nearby canteen to find out what was on offer. I was very hungry ,so was Rony. We finished our dinner and came out of the campus.

While lighting a cigarette Rony asked “do you know any good hotel nearby???" Yes I do, but what for ??? I said. “Where are we going to stay, I don’t even have clothes with me .I can’t sleep in open like you.” he shouted at the top of his voice. I really like the way he shouts at me and the faces he makes. But the face he made to my reply was out of this world.

“we don’t need a hotel, we are heading back home”…..i said.

To which he gave a dirty look , a dirty grin and a dirty growl.

“ami tor sathe jibon e arr kono din kothau berobo na” is what he managed to utter which when interpreted to English reads as “you are the best brother in this world and love you a lot”

It was already 9.10 pm on my watch and my calculation keeping in mind the traffic said if we start now we could reach home by 12.30.With some more protest from Rony and his theory of bikes heart ailment we started our journey back home.

He was angry with me and he was letting this frustration out on his wheels. He was surely burning the roads. I had managed to provoke the beast in him and the beast was now ruling NH 2. The cool slow breeze quickly turned into chilly gust of air . It was extremely cold ,by 11 pm we reached the same tea stall at Singur & to our surprise the stall was still open. It was not the new year bash that had kept the stall open ,it was mere struggle for existence which I don’t think understand language of any calendar.

After having another shot of tea we two left that place wishing that the new year brings some smile instead of agony to these people of singur . We intentionally slowed down near Howrah as we wanted to cross the bridge, right at the strike of 12 . For a change my idea sounded “mind-blowing & fatafati “ to my cousin.

We executed it to perfection and we soon realized , we were not the only one with that idea. The bridge and the banks were crowded. The noise, the lightings ,the happiness all around was a treat to watch. I love to stick around my place i.e. Barrackpore, it was first time I was in Calcutta on a 31st Dec night and it was surely something special. The upbeat mood , the loud music , the bustling streets and the full moon above made a perfect setting for a grand way to welcome 2010.

By 1 am we were at home. My fingers had gone numb, it was so cold.

As I locked the garage door & turned back , I saw Rony with a smile of utmost satisfaction.

“yes bro, we did it….it was crazy but we have done it” is what he yelled.

I smiled back ,exchanged a hug and wished him “happy new year”.

I climbed up the stairs to my room just to find out how bad my back was hurting. I hate those Yamaha seats. They are terrible for a long journey. I could not catch a sleep partly because of the backache and partly because of the mixed emotions that I went through the whole day. The faces of the chai wala , the BAUL and the people in the new year BASH and even Rony ,were gyrating in my memory. The perspective of life from different angles was what keeping me awake. I don’t know what 2010 had store for them or even have an idea what’s in store for me. But I really wish the political turmoil ends and it ends for a greater cause and a better Bengal.

The burst of madness , the all of a sudden tour de shantiniketan and the interactions along the way were extremely satisfying in itself. It turned out to be the best 31st December night ever spent .

Things do happen when you hardly anticipate them to happen and that’s what is life .

AND sometime in Life it’s good to be mad and awe-inspiring to be crazy!!!

N.B – this goes to my cousin, I know you will read this. I want you to know that your bike’s seat sucks still I love you a lot brother. Will put your bike’s anatomy on test again very shortly, so get ready bro!!!! and the best part :- today on bike I used up half of your gprs usage limit…feel free to shout at me ..:):)