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namma bengaluru....

i hate this city..i truly do!!this city can never match the warmth of Kolkata.I am the happiest when i board the flight to kolkata even if it is a for short vacation!!!these are the feelings I had initially in Bangalore...at every damn step that i took in this city i was all the more convinced that i have to update my CV in Naukri so that I can relocate to my city of joy ASAP!!!

few days back,all tired of the city and the low paying & over-stressed job, i was walking down the lane to my home!!!a cool breeze ran through my hair..it touched me and embraced me with passion.I just looked up in the sky and suddenly realized that the city is not that bad also!!with the bad autowalas who can charge any thing from you if they realize that you are not an kannadiga,with the inherent language problem,with the problems of electricity which you'll find absent exactly when you want the greaser on and you have just 10mins in hand for your office bus to honk in front of your house,the city is not all that bad!!at times when your neighbor complains of the late night parties or the casual phone calls that you make on the balcony you'll feel like packing your bags & abscond from the office to reside in the warmth of mom at kolkata but this neighbor's son comes to your rescue when you come back with packets in your hand and dont know how to unlock the door.this small child will make you believe that the city has more to give!!from your health to your microwave shutting down at the middle of night is all your responsibility...the city teaches you how to live...teaches you how to use your freedom in the right way...teaches you how to pamper yourself when in you are all alone in the crowd..!!she makes you realize there are people around you who are lonelier than you also makes you smile when your dhobiwala says "aunty aaj kapda de nehi sakta"!!!i still remember the joy when a small kid asked me "Sister what's the time" since here when your are staying single and alone then your are grown enough to an aunty!!n this city makes you realize that you are a grown up individual who can handle herself alone....this city gives you the charm of missing home and ma all the more...!!the jams which at most times has no reason will definitely make you say that Kolkata was better!!the crowded bus with hanging garden on all women's hair and a stinky floral smell will definitely re-initiate your love for the mom's garden which you conveniently forgot watering!! the city with its unique weather and romantic chill can make you fall in love once again...!!i hardly thought that i would have to plan my cooking while coming back from office but i enjoy it.when utterly pissed off with the utensils to be washed you'll feel great when there is no one to shout at you if you break a glass while washing!!this city can give you good friends who can be your great roommate who will be your all time partner in mischievous activities which would not otherwise do...this city has a lot to give!!

the city is not that bad also..its just that you got to remember that "swalpa adjust madi...this is namma bengaluru"....!!!

babar chiti amake....

Tor mone ache
sei chotto belata?

Sudhu hastis.
Ami toke kole tule
2 hate niye
anek uchute tule dhartam
akasher dike bariye ditam
tui khil khiliye hastis.

Tor chokher tarae
Khusi jhik mik korto
Ami apluto hoye jetam
Bhabtam, tui amar oi mahakasher moto
bishal hobi, Onek uchute thakbi
Ami toke hat bariyeo chute parbo na.
Nai ba parlam , tate ki
Tui to amar Onek uchute.

Tor mone ache
sei chotobelata ?

Tor mone pore
sei dighar samudra pare
jhinuk kurober din
sagorer pagla haoae
tor chokh buje thaka
myer kole mukh guje
nischinta ashray khoja ?


Amar protinioto mone pore
tor sei choto belata
Tor drawing khatae
amar nouka aka
tar upor tor hat bulono
kimba sei machranga pakhita
tor nil froker buker upor
ghapti mere bose ache
tor 2 hat tule
anander prakash--
Amar baba kore diyeche.
Amar baba kore diyeche!!

Tor mone ache
tor sei chotobelata ?

tui ekhon anek boro
amra anekta abcha hoye gechi
babar koler ushnota ar nei
mayer buker gandha ar pas na
elo melo hoye gache
chotobelar sob bhalolagagulo
Tui ekhon sudhui tor moto.

Tui hoyto bhule jete chas
tai bujhi amar ekhon
besi kore mone pore
tor chotobelata
khub miss kori
amar office jabar age
roj tor amar chulgo
elomelo kore deoata.
amar baddo mone porche re
tor sei chotobelata.

a toast to friendship...

on a rainy sunday evening i landed in bangalore with much paranoia & skepticism in mind since the phase i was into just few days before that & my future experience of roomies was mot giving me much peace of mind...but i saw a pretty lady whom i knew the least since my college days waiting for me with loads of enthusiasm and fun..(well her infusion of enthusiasm came from a different source which will be disclosed later)!!

the journey started..a long & a happy journey where i have seen some shocking phase of my life and have fought with this lady beside me!!she was a lady who can give me the happiness just by calling me "Sudu" with a loud & vibrant tone to taking me out for beer when she saw me utterly disgusted with life.I have walked back home all high with beer with this female and have enjoyed the high feelings to the ultimate.I have done all crazy things with her--from singing "tunir ma" at 1 o clock at night to reciting spider man in bengali...she is the female whom at times i named as the "jodhpur park er jatra party r naika" and her jatra has all the more increased..i have spent the happiest times of my life wit her..i have watched the best movies of my life with her and have heard the best songs..we have sung our heart out with the worst possible tone and have praised each other on that!!!

we have done diwali shopping in the hub of south indians where she has explained "tubri" as emerging sparkles and actually bought the best piece among the lot!!we have spent weekends doing nothing and the suddenly to end the depressing days we have decked up with our best dresses and gone out for dinner and come back high!!! at times when our nerves are smoothed by external stimuli we have confessed many good and bad things about each other...

i never thought that I can gain a new friend at this age when life is overpowered by excess tensions in life...

a toast to the new friend!!!

rain rain go away...little jonny wants to play....

these two lines used to be in my lips once I was home when the school declared a rainy day!!!returning back from school with box loaded tiff-in and stuck at home unable to play definitely made me utter those words...but today in the city of Bangalore when rain strikes the city i still utter those words but definitely a customized one...rain rain go away..sweet winter wants to set...!!even though the setting of winter in Kolkata had few definite symptoms like smaller days and longer nights,chilling water,gradual visibility of full-sleeve dresses for people like us for whom winter is more about the temperature published by the weather department and not by what you feel..winter in kolkata was also marked by the stalls in the stretch of road between park-street and esplanade where you could get most fashionable winter garments which according to ma "mora shaheber jama" at a price ranging from 100-1000....film festival is one more thing which definitely says that winter is here..the city truly gears up during the festival..lights and blocked roads!!!but it felt just amazing to see those cinema lovers all around..life was just so smooth...crowded buses with no smell of sweat and festive mood all around!!i even hated to go to office during those days!!

today here in Bangalore i dont even get the smell of winter setting in.the chill is missing..but still i do utter the words here ...i want the rains to go away to feel the winter setting in...to feel the festival days again..to go to picnic n have oranges in the sunday afternoon...

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yet another post without anything to name!!or may be i dont know what to name it...because i dont know what i wanna write...maybe i wanna write of some thing i wanna get but cant reach upto it...or may be of some dreams which i thought i would make true but forgot that they were just dreams...and today when high on beer i wanna vent out things i dont have words to express myself. I feel sad when i stand in front of the mirror and see myself so helpless..so much dependent on others!!!I love to call myself independent..but alas independence is some thing that is not define by my actions..!!I am a silly dependent character..!! I define a lost & failed individual who neither could make her love successful nor her carrier!! Sad..Dats what I call it...!! At times when I am sad i feel like crying and i run short of tears, at times when I want to express myself in word I run short of word...dats me!! A lost failed individual who is gradually losing the essence of life..losing the charm of life..losing the happiness of smile!!!

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