Cloudy with a chance of Irene!

Hence Proved. There is a God! And He does at times tend to the secret wish-list deep in my heart. And with His signature, sarcastic style, decides which ones to turn into reality, which ones will screw my life upside down, entertaining him even further! I tell you, it tickles him senseless to see us in serious deep shit.

Now there are like, say 3-4 things that are always on my mind. Oh I wish I could go home, I wish a Phd would just drop in my lap, I wish I would be kilos lighter overnight, I wish...oh well, whatever! And trust me, I keep reiterating these every bloody day, with undiminished passion, making sure not a single useful thought crosses my lazy brain. But....mistakes happen :(

The other day, I was super pissed with a bit of confusion thrown in. People who know me well, will know how angelic, easy going and calm I actually am :) , so lets just say i was a little more hyper than usual. And in that merry state, I told Selina, "I wish something happens, something big and shitty, like it happens in the movies, and all facebook and gmail and telephone and everything goes off and life just comes to a standstill! All bloody problems happen because of the internet!"

Who knew He was listening? I could have might as well asked for that Phd! Yeah right :P

Jai Hanuman!

Sedin Planet of the Apes er notun movie ta dekhlam. Besh bhalo, jomat golpo, kono ohetuk ghyan ghyan nei, protyeker acting durdanto, ek kothay...ami dwitiobaar dekhte raji achi. Theatre e na holeo, porikkha-r ek soptah aage, ei cinema ta abar dekhle, amar ontoto mone hobe na, somoy er opochoy holo!

Jai hok, ashol kotha onnyo. Cinema ta-r hero ta ke besh ghyam dekhte. Sathe actress Freida Pinto. Tar choritro ta ke jodio Indian i mone holo, but naam Caroline. Anyway...puro hall e chele-buRo, sorry, I mean, meye-buRi sobai hero entry nilei ooooh aaaah kore uthche. Dosh nei. Eke medhabi manush, tate bhalo mon. Rare combination. But...point holo ami hero ta ke khub ekta patta dite parchilam na. Na, amar hormones sob thik jaygay te i ache..kono mistake nei...amar just Ape ta ke beshi attractive mone hochchilo! bojho kando!!

Chotto ekta chimpanzee-r boRo hoye otha, budhdhi-r sathe sathe feelings develop kora, sob nije theke bujhte sekha, leading to onyay-er birudhdhe uthe daRano. Sada matha. Kintu ki character. Aha. Ki intense chokher chauni, body language, decision making, baaki banor gulo ke chalona kora, nijer malik er proti bhalobasha show kora, maintaining his own self respect...ufff....ami jake bole floored! Sobai dyakhe hero, ami sala dekhi honu!

Pore mone holo, so what? Ei qwalities guloi howto ami purush der moddhye o khNujhe thaki. Bola bahulyo, motei pai na. Tai ekta aadim praNi r moddhye segulo eto nibishto bhabe dekhe ami nijei chomke gechi. Hok na chimpanzee, rishtey me to wo humare baap lagte hai, tai na? Ei jonnoi bod hoy manush pets rakhe. Amader moner moton manush jokhon kothao i paoa jay na, tokhon hoyto manush er shunyosthan era i puuron kore. Maybe. Not sure....

By the way, Ape ta-r naam Caesar. Anthony hole je ami kii kortam, bhogobaan i janen!

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Another week and its going to be Friendship Day!!! There are a lot of days, weeks, months, being celebrated uniformly worldwide, and trust me, I am trying not to fall for their sweet charms, but this is one day I find very difficult to ignore! Ironically, my best friend thinks its nonsense...though I agree with him on almost all grounds, this is not happening! Growing up sibling-less, in a comparatively strict household; school and school mates were my wonderland! Every morning I would thrust myself into the warmth, the joy, the simple freedom, that only friends could give, every weekend I would yearn to see them again! But moving constantly from one city to another made sure only a few of those friendships remained. Initially disheartening as it was, I realised later that this ensured I was left with the friends that meant the most! Evidently, they still do!

This is for all of them. In the order in which they arrived.

Maa The person I love the most. Not because she is my mother. But wholly because of the individual she is. The first person to accept me as I am. Loving me, not in spite of, but for my faults. Constantly inspiring me, despite my regular failures. To be patient, brave, happy! And kindling in me the want to be her. Very her.

Didibhai Proof that two entirely opposite individuals can go along perfectly :)

Devanshi You make friends. And then, you make friends when you think you are growing up. a time when you have an opinion on everything, and all your impulses, decisions, feelings...seem the best and the most correct. At this time, you find someone who thinks like you. Years pass by, and you realise you were oh so wrong. And that its possible that you may never be right. In the total mayhem that is produced in the head, you look up to find the same person, going through the same shit, with the exact same guts and elegance, making it impossible for the world to know how deeply messed up you might be! For all this, and for making me realise that two girls, can indeed be friends....I love you!

Nivedan The biggest high of life is probably when you realise you know someone inside out. And not judge them. To know that this person will not remotely try to be someone else, under any goddamn situation, if you are at the receiving end. To understand that, he puts all his under achievements, flaws, shortcomings, under your scrutiny and goes away to enjoy life...knowing that you are, and will always be there. To see that the faith runs so deep, it can reach a point where his life merges into yours...and you forget when that happened. To believe that the world may go, vanish, die, cheat, lie, sleep....someone is always there. Wide wide awake.

Jaimeen Every girl needs a guy who understands her feminine misgivings and yet not laugh at them. Someone who can listen to all that is too sensitive to be shared with another girl, and too confusing for a boy to understand. Someone who can call/ping/mail you when you instinctively miss them, and soothe your fears that no technology can replace the dil ka rishta. Someone you can have pink drinks with, and can get overly emotional without the fear of being misread. Someone who does not consider you his closest friend, and nor do you....but feel exactly the equal amount of love and compassion. Its scary, and so beautiful!

Baba Hochche. hote hote hoye jabe :)

A few others who are not yet there....but oh so badly I want them!!

To all of you, and to them, and of course to my biggest and sometimes the only friend, me, I wish a very very happy friendship day!!!

To Bombay...

Baby, I miss you. Come take me back!

Didibhai

Jokhon ami choto chilam, tokhon chotobyala ta i onnyo rokom chilo. Wii chilo na, video game er remote niye kaRakaRi chilo na, iPhone e app download kora niye mathabyatha chilo na, facebook e ke kar pechone bNash dilo, ta niye jolpona chilo na. tokhon chilo janla-r grill e mukh rekhe brishti khaoa, pNipRe gulo exactly kothar theke kothae jachche, sei rohoshyo bhed kora, Baba-r bajaar theke ana jilipi gulo lukiye lukiye sabaR kora, chaat e bolta-r chaak bhaNgar durdhorsho obhigyota school e ektu baRiye bola, math e lukochuri khelte khelte eksomoy sottyi hariye jaoa, stage e uthe duruduru bNuke prothom gaan gaoa, Dadu-ke ghush diye gujiya anano, aar Maa-r saree-r odbhut ghemo gondho ta diye nijeke sobar theke bNachiye rakha...

aar chilo didibhai. amar cheye matro 4 mash boRo, tobu take ekdin Tumpa bolate she obhimaan kore bolechilo, "Bonu, tui aar amake bhalobashish na, tai na?" :) jai hok, onek boRo byala porjonto she i chilo amar ekmatro khyalar sathi. bagan theke boRo boRo pata beche niye asha, putul er biye deoa, mach ta khabona bole or paat e chalan kore deoa, saree poRa sekha, scale diye pitiye pitiye bichana balish ke o baddhwo chatro banano, cheleder prothombar onnyo chokhe dyakha theke tader kii kore shayesta kora jaye...sob khyala i tar sathe.

she dheere dheere boRo hoyeche. bodleche. amar songe songei. she tar moton hoyeche, ami amar moton. kintu somporko ta thik chotobyalatei roye gyache. o brishti te bhije 7 baar "Kaho Naa Pyaar Hai" dekhte gyache, masher por mash roga howar jonno muRi kheye katiyeche, teen te cheler kontake "hNya" bola jete pare, tai niye raat bhor amar songe bedom discussion chaliyeche, bus er conductor take ki sundor dekhte aar she hero hole kotoi na bhalo hoto, just seta bolar jonno ISD koreche, ojana ek chele-r dukhkho dekhe nijer sona-r chain, baRite lukiye bikri kore diyeche, ice cream khete khete biyer somoy kon bag ta kinle sobtheke beshi gift bhora jabe, tai niye chulochuli koreche, amar Maa ke pray amar moton i bhalobesheche.

take bhalobashar karon oporishim, kintu sei karongulo chaRa o ami take bhalobashi!

kichudin pore tar biye. amar didi ta kyamon thakbe, kothaye jabe, kar songe kii bhabe thakbe, hoyto ami janbo, kintu tar mon-er ogunti bhabna, bhoy, proshno ki ekhoner moton i amar kache bina dwidha e pNouchate parbe? ke jane? khobor ta shonar por theke ami take phone o korini, kichu boli o ni. she raag korechilo. obviously. kintu kii bolbo? je amar chotobyala r ekmatro shathi aaj hothath boRo hoye jachche? je hoyto soNgsar er niyom e tar aar amar akash jhot kore bodle jabe? je she amader chaRa aaro ekta baRi-r meye hoye jabe kichudin por? parbe? o to ekhono amar i moton choto :(

didibhai re, amar ekhon thekei kanna pachche je...khub bhalo thakis!

Pochonder Maapkathi

Kichudin holo baRi te phone korle sudhu ekta i kotha. Baba ta aage bhalo chilo, ekhon se o buRo boyeshe, aar kauke pashe na dekhe, tar bou er suur e suur miliyeche. Tumpa, boRopishi, mejokaka, sobai phone kore. tader ekta i jiggyashsho.

"hnyare, kobe biye korbi?"

chinta r kotha. kobe-r proshno to tokhon othe jokhon kake-r uttor jana thake. aar seta jana thakle, ei mishti modhur badla din e ki aar ami boshe boshe blog likhtam? khub kothin shomoshya. ashe pashe, ba ektu duure, je chelegulo ache, tader songe dinner e jaoa jaye, ghum na ashle, raatbhor adda mara jaye, emonki khub sahosh kore Grudge-2 o dyakha jaye. kintu bibaho? noibo noibo cho!

Se besh hashi khushi hobe. ektu norom norom mon, ektu bhola bhala, besh boka prithibi-r rokom sokom bojhe, kintu care kore na. je tar nijer banano duniya te nijer moton kore khushi thake. je kono din i amar dike byanger hashi, ba kothin chokh niye takaye na. je tar kacher manush der jonno onek koshto shojjo kore, kintu mukh e eboNg mon e tar resh poRte dey na. je niirobe dukhkho paye, kintu tate ki hoyeche bole chokh muche fyale. je protidin sokale, aager raat er bishaad bhule jete pare nimeshe. je tar moner nibhrito ashonka, odhikkar er sathe amar upor chapiye dey, je tar somosto bishshash er sathe amake eka cheRe dey, je amar ohetuk bayna, gobhir shashone bNedhe rakhte pare, je amar beshuro gaan shune khya khya kore hashe, kintu chup korte bole na, je tar jiboner obhiggota diye amar protidiner bhoy ke shanto korte pare. je din raat amar upor snigdho chhaya hoye thake.

jake dekhe amar ekta kotha i mone hoy. "o ekdom amar maayer moton."

karur sondhane thakle bolo.

"onek koshto kore jokhon chaabi khNuje pelam, tala ta i hariye gyalo."

pantaloons er ekta shirt e.