31 November story and the day….

yes friends i proposed a girl on 31st november 3 winters back, and it got accepted. We had a bulb light dinner and we are happily girl friend- boy friend even now…

Did you believe it?

Didnt it strike you that there is no 31 days in November?

Atleast, my confidence level made the listener(who asked me out for a date) believe it. and yes, I had fun making her a fool.

 

Yea today was one of the most funniest and happiest days of my life. and yes… to a certain extent – disappointing. but the fun we have had, made the disappointments look so very small. I have been preparing the ppt for the bloggers workshop. It was presented, but without me.

The entire day I had fun with sayani, praveen, abhijit, icy, debosmeeta, debarun and anupam and in the evening with monami, arghya, parizat, poulomi and sreyasi. Abhijits B-plan didnt work out. but i discovered a superb presenter in him. my idea of making him an anchor from his counselling day.
Kolkata Mirror finally published one of the three articles on BCET Bloggers workshop’s article. Check that out and give in your comments..

At the later part of the evening, I spilled my heart out. It is for the first time I spoke unfiltered truth, not thinking of what may happen, how the other person would feel. I am feeling great. I created a bond. I promise to keep it till my last breath. Cant really express how great I am feeling. It was just my heart speaking and my brain keeping shut for sometime. I kept my eyes closed, for I couldnt face the person infront of me. For the first time i broke from my hypocritic shell..

Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Kahani – my Views

Yet another film with Ranbir Kapoor as the spoiled brat, and Katrina Kaif running away wearing the bride’s attire. Another film with a underworld don trying comedy, and a song dance full film with misplaced song sequences. Another film where God appears from no where to help the story build! Yet another film where the actress feels her true love at the end of the film.
Music – waiting for a news to be aired which says pritam copied this from somewhere!
I wont call this film fresh, for it isnt.
I expected some sensible comedy… but trust me friends… hardly handful of jokes were worth laughing at.
I was surprised to find a sufi song at the backdrop of roman architecture, picturised on two actors who plays the role of a hindu and a christian respectively. Picturising unity among diversity sir?
Ranbir is a star and a superb actor. Katrina, i am afraid to say – cant act.
But does she need to? The supporting actors were extremely good.
There are highs and lows in the film, the lower ones appeared to be the ones where the actors feels about their love.
Prerequisites for the film:
Please sleep well, leave your brain outside the hall, buy for yourself soft drinks, and pop corn.
The film is worth watching because of the videography, few punches, music and more because of Ranbir Kapoors acting!

Coffee House and its adda..

Got free time.. wanna feel what led to a movement?
wanna hang out at college street?
There you are.. right in the middle of it – Indian Coffee house.
I wouldnt mistakingly point it out as the boisterous face of Bengali modernisation… the arrogant presentation of Bengali Intellect… It is much more than just that though.

The Smell is still there… same furniture, same energy – same enthusiasm. It is the same collection of minds… small tables and surrounding it many faces.. thoughtful, smiling… mostly with a lighted cigarette infront of their peers… no one minds it. Its a tradition.

So where does the old heritage of Indian Coffee house stand comparing to the new age – city centre?
Where City centre or any multiplex fails, coffee house and its adda gains…
a place where strangers become friends… a place where no one minds speaking , no one minds being heard… being noticed. A place of friends, can sit and have the “ADDA” sessions equally nicely with food which comes at relatively less price tag…
I spotted some old guys…

and some not so old guys…


I noticed Coffee house had a facelift!
I read about it at Indra-Katha… but never went there to check it out!

So whats the adda I mentioned about at the title?
I entered the coffee house, into the regular hustle bustle of the place… where people of several different feathers come together tweeting about some topic…. I found no space.. I went to the balcony only to be disapointed.
But I really wanted to sit there having its feel… to feel what made this place so special! and it was my second time to coffee house.. Never wanted to miss this time…
There was a lady, with long hair. I couldnt see her face.. She seemed sitting alone with 1 more chair infront of her… I summoned all my courage to approach her.. and asked – “excuse me, is there anyone with you?” The answer was an expected “no”.. She was dark, black wide eyed… with not so impressive voice..
“Would you mind If I join you?”
I presumed her silence to be an yes and sat there… and we started speaking… only to discover that she is doing maths Msc.. and also loves photography!
I wasnt bold enough to ask her for a photograph, but I kept on clicking pictures of the coffee house… yea! the place where strangers become friends…

A hangout place at the heart of the book lovers paradise..

Despair…

Expectations and the wait

The wait is eager.. expectations rise with each moment of wait… How long? How more moments should I wait? 

Go Veggie…

 

A simple question: What if you had been in place of the hen…. How would you feel?

Header images….

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BCET Bloggers workshop: snapshots

and I am complaining now!! Theres not a single picture of me!! yeeee!
Lols…

for more few pictures check: this link
Pictures: Mr. Arjun Ghosh

Discussion:
Pic 1: The attendance.
Pic 2: Our CSE – HOD at the seminar
Pic 3: Attentive faces
Pic 4: Webreps team at the Registration desk

Serene sunset…

The sunset isnt much dramatic… but is serene amidst the noise of the busy jessore road… It speaks to me something.. it teaches me to be rigid, yet calm… to be determined yet pleasant… a lot to learn from life

Nostalgia

The Lane that brings to me the thousand memories… i treasure them. The place that retains with it the smell.. that takes me back to the days when the walls used to be the wall of china… the designs – persian art…
The run – under the strict invigilation of maa…
The “gali” where I was not permitted to play with the guys, who supposedly must have had “ruined” my character…
The gate of the “Das bari” is still there… which i used to climb and jump from to my passage to the other side of the locality”..
It brings to me the walk with my sis…
the memories of my grand ma..
It invites a shiver down, the memories of 16 June … When my grand ma was taken out of the gate, decked with a new sari, with tulsi leaves on her eye lid.
This was the lane, when I met my first friend of my life – Avik… the lane I treasure.. the lane where i finally decided to quit the canvas…
Yea! this is the lane which helped me climb the window of our previous residence to peep into grand ma’s room…
Miss the environment… miss the aya mashis… miss the childhood – where so much wasnt thought of…miss my days at gouribari…