Puku Shona

Facebook holo 24*7 binodon. Nirmal anand. Ami ektu gomRamukho, hulo beRal type holeo, amar o , onnoder moton, at the cost of others haste besh bhaloi lage. And ei jinista, facebook er cheye better keu pare ki?kono musuem e o eto gulo sample ekotre paoa jay kina sondeho!

Ei jyamon, ekkhuni. sottyi bolte ki, dekhe ga pitti emon jole gyalo, je torighori blog likhte boslam. amar ek bandhobi, jake ami class six er pore aar dekhini, kichudin aage facebook e amake dekhe "ore tor kotodin dyakha nei re, tui kobe asbi re" bole emon kannakati jurlo, jyano amar saat jonmer bondhu. othocho believe me, nursery theke class six, ami gune bole debo kotodin or songe amar kotha hoyeche, Anyway.....tar er moddhye biye tiye sob sara. tar 'onar' aajke jommodin! tai she facebook e ghota kore update dilen. "Happy Birthday puku shona" !!!

WTF!!!

Ami jodi puchku shona hotam, golay doRi diye jonmodin kei mrityudin e convert kortam. Aha re, ei jonnoi bodh hoy chelera biye korte chay na. ei nyakami kar shoy boloto?

aro ache. ar ek bondhu. sei ek i school er. protidin i tar notun notun gyanodoy hoy. aar sei gyaan amader sathe bitoron na kore tar ghum hoy na. ajke dekhlam nah, gyaan na. tar mon kharap. of course. kichu matray "likes" ba "comments" kom poreche hoyto. ba hote pare latest photo ta te keu take aishwarya rai er sathe compare koreni! tai tar aajker kotha holo "Is it worth the tears?"

amar uttor deoar ichche holo bujhle, "Yeah, crocodile tears are kinda worth it".

Dilum na. Maa Baba-r shikkha i gol badhdacche. ei hothochchara pola paan gulo ke rastay dhore gono dholai dite hoy. ki obostha!! mane ja ta obostha!! ja ta!!

Asol raag is onno. amar life is too boring to have such updates. Hotasha e bhugchi ebaar. erokom competition e pichiye poRte kar bhallage, bolo?

Potterology

I miss him. Truly. Here's why.

'What's that? Said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry's lightning scar. 'Blimey,' said the other twin. 'Are you –?' 'He is,' said the first twin. 'Aren't' you?' he added to Harry. 'What?' said Harry. 'Harry Potter,' chorused the twins. 'Oh, him,' said Harry, 'I mean, yes, I am.'

"Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her ink pot, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet."

"I don’t deny it," Sirius said very quietly. "But if you knew the whole story."

"I'm not trying to be a hero, but seriously, Sirius Black can't be worse than Voldemort, can he?"

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that."

"Unless I'm much mistaken, he transferred some of his own powers to you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do, I'm sure....

"The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution."

I wonder,' said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, 'how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking.'

"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

"To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever."

"Well?" said Ron finally, looking up at Harry. "How was it?" Harry considered for a moment."Wet," he said truthfully.

"The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business in deed ...."

"Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this." She raised her wand. "Petrificus Totalus!"

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does."

"It is our choices Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

"You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?"

"I don't want to talk about how I feel, all right?" "Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human --" "THEN -- I -- DON'T -- WANT -- TO -- BE -- HUMAN!" Harry roared.

Ron said, "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode." "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again.

Weasley can save anything, He never leaves a single ring, That's why Gryffindors all sing:Weasley is our King.

'Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?' 'Yes,' said Harry. 'You called her a liar?''Yes.' 'You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?' 'Yes.' Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, 'Have a biscuit, Potter.'

It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

"I cared about you too much," said Dumbledore simply. "I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act."

"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet...

"Voldemort has always underestimated the power of love Harry, you on the other hand..."

"Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!"

Sirius shook his head and said, "If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

"They were bullyin' him, Hermione, 'cause he's so small!" said Hagrid. "Small?" said Hermione."Small?" "Hermione, I couldn't leave him," said Hagrid, tears now trickling down his bruised face into his beard. "See -- he's my brother!"

"What made you think he'd really stopped supporting Voldemort, Professor?" Dumbledore held Harry's gaze for a few seconds, and then said, "That, Harry, is a matter between Professor Snape and myself."

"After all this years, Snape?"......"Always!"

'"Evil" is a strong word,' said Hermione quietly.

'There are all kinds of courage,' said Dumbledore, smiling. 'It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr Neville Longbottom.'

Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first -- SMACK! She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster.

What do we want to be Prefects for?' said George, looking revolted at the very idea. 'It'd take all the fun out of life.'

"You should write a book," Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, "translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them."

"Detention, Saturday night, my office," said Snape. "I do not take cheek from anyone, Potter . . . not even 'the Chosen One.'"

Marauder's Map to Snape: "Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."

"Severus Snape wasn't yours," said Harry. "Snape was Dumbledores, Dumbledores from the moment you started hunting down my mother..."

"We will see each other again," he said. "You are -- truly your father’s son, Harry...."

"Books! And cleverness! There are more important things -- friendship and bravery."

"Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew..."

Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?

Take a bow Ms. Rowling. For teaching the last of us the power of love and friendship, to overlook handicaps, and to never underestimate the weak. And oh, most importantly, as wise it maybe for a girl to be intelligent, it always helps if she removes her braces ! :) :P

Growing Up

I remember I was very small then. Hardly seven, or eight. Dad had gone on a trip to Hyderabad, some office work as usual. For ten whole days. And to me, at that time, it was sheer joy! To live without the stern scrutiny, the impeccable discipline, the freedom to finally be the true brat I was, and not continuously live up to the rumour of being "an obedient kid" was unexpected bliss. Well, everyone in my family expected me to miss him, and I told them I did. Miss him? Oh please, he could stay there another ten days if he wanted. I simply lied to everyone.

Who knew?

My father leaves tomorrow. For home. And the thought of seeing him off disturbs me to an extent I never thought possible. Maybe this is what living in a foreign country, amongst unknown people, with an undecided future, does to you. It gives you perspective. It slaps you where it hurts the most and points a very rude finger to that which is truly important. And maybe you realise you have grown up when you see your parents grow old. I for one, have never shed a tear whenever my parents saw me off. But tomorrow, I am not sure anymore....

But I will smile, and pretend I am okay, and that I can very well manage..... I can still lie.

Letters from my Father...

I try you know, to be calm, to have my head on my shoulders, to be sensitive to everyone around me and their problems, to not over react, or rather, react at all, to smile benignly when all I want to do is smash your head on the wall, not your, his, and hers, and if you disagree with me, yes, yours too...I try! And well, to the utter dismay of my ego, I think I do it pretty well these days. I smile more, I ignore, I bite my tongue and hold back...oh what has become of me :(

I do it only for one person. I do it for my Father.

Fathers and daughters have a special bond. Ahmmm...really? All I remember of my father as I grew up is a stern man with a thick black moustache, whose entry demanded a thick, cloudy silence, with the eldest and the youngest in the house running for cover. To burn in hell was welcome, but to cross his path on a typical day, not really! All the daughter-y bonding happened with Maa, all whisperings of who said what to whom in school, to be wrapped up before Baba came back home. All phone calls hushed and put under cover. But, secrets were safe with mom, right? Apparently not. As I grew up into...well, me, everything reached his ears. :(. And to his shock and mine, he realised I had turned into him! All my life I tried being my mom, without noticing that I had grown into dad.

It irked me at first, well ofcourse, everything irks me at first...but then I grew up. I met weird people, fell into weirder situations, and as I crawled out of them, I realised Dad's way was the best way! You save your ass, and you kick theirs :) And then, he wrote me a letter. And then, another one. As i rediscovered the man I grew up all my life with, I realised I know no one better than I know him. Ohk, maybe a couple of others...but hurrah! my dad was me :)

If there's anything that makes me proud of who I am, cynical, irritable, rude, hyper, short tempered...this is it. And only this!

Messenger of Peace

I hate the Newark weather! Its like this indecisive kid who does not know what he wants and so, gets a bit of each? It was perspiring hot when I started, and all of a sudden, it was drizzling when I finished! Really? Everyday when I don't have an umbrella? On top of that, the perfectly fine Campus Center is being renovated, and all the food shops are closed. Do you know how much will power it takes to convince yourself to have a healthy, tasteless, salad, that makes your teeth ache with all the crunching? Then you walk all the way in the rain to find the shops unavailable and you realize the universe wants you to eat junk! So be it!

But then, Durga Pujo is just around the corner. And everybody has their own agenda :) Sugata da wants an excuse to take more photos, Atreyee wants everything, IB wants bhog, I, want to look thin in the pictures :) or, well, as thin as I can look, okay? Junk the, is out of the plate. Bacha kya? Subway.

Now, if you have ever been to subway, you will know what a pain in the wrong place it is! I have found a solution to the extreme choices laid out there. Just fixate on one sandwich, order it whenever you are there. A time will come when you will be a known face, and all you have to really do, is smile and say "Oh hello Jim, how are you today? I want the usual, thank you!" Heeehaaa!!! Anyway, I notice this hijab clad, beautiful, a little subdued girl standing right behind me. As she fumbled with Italian and Honey Grain and Oats and Wheat and Garlic Bread, I was sure this was her first trip to Subway!

A queue can be a great conversation spot. A little over three minutes, and I knew she is a freshman, here with her brother, who has a class later in the day, and hence she is all by herself, hunting for food before class. She likes a lot of mayo and a little oil in her sub, and has a strong weakness for tuna! I forget her name, but it was beautiful, starting with a Z, with a R and a B thrown in! I asked her what it meant, and she said "living together in peace". Kudos to the parents! I even cracked a little joke saying how she should be the brand ambassador for world peace.

And then she asked me where I was from.

Me: "India"

Z : "You like it there better? Or here?"

Me: "There, of course there"

Z : " I know the feeling! Ghar aakhir ghar hota hai!"

Me: "Oh damn, you speak Hindi! Are you from India too? "

Z :"Oh I am from Pakistan."

All I remember is how her eyes lit up when she mentioned home, how scared and lost she looked in that unknown Subway line, how she is also majoring in Biology, how i had a wonderful conversation with a total stranger, and how i felt she should promote world peace.

Trust me, that's all I am going to remember!

Love, Actually!

News today, has become a misnomer really. And what with facebook giving us the daily quota on what the world is up to, i guess "not now honey, i am watching the news", has long lost its credibility. However, you do get snippets of interesting news, now and then, that make going back to apna desi news channels quite worth it.

This was what I came across in IBN. Needless to say, FB had it too.

What really struck me was it was a guy playing the care giver! As a society of teenage/single girls will tell you, a guy is this and that and that and this! Not this guy, apparently! Holding it through, when he has every chance to back out. Fifteen months? What are fifteen months really? Are they really worth a lifetime of love the other person will not even reciprocate? Or express, for that matter! How long can you go without seeing the light in your eyes not reflected in the other?

Well, may be if you love, you can...but, I repeat, maybe...

What is this Love? Actually? Is it just one heightened feeling, or a culmination of too many varied, contradicting feelings? Is it the crazy, insatiable, drunk passion or the soothing melody of calm? Does it strike you once and leave you begging for more the rest of your life, or does it weave its magic, differently, numerous times? Is it the blinding of reason or the strength of acceptance? Is it the only reality, or the only folly?

I don't really want to know. Some mysteries are better left unsolved!

Couple Korcha

"we are the perfect couple...we are just not in the perfect situation"

Sokal sokal Fb te amar ek bohuu aager bandhobi-r status message e poRlam. prothome mone holo, "Aha re", tarpor mone holo,"What rubbish!"

Jodio initially amar raag hoyechilo tar nijeder perfect bolay. I mean, ek dike ami eboNg i am sure, amar moton hajaar gobechara, bhola bhala manush ache, insecurity aar inferiority complex jader chhayasongi, aar eder dyakho, nijeder perfect bolte ekbaar badheo na bapu! kii demak! jai hok, ashol byapar ta onnojaygay.

What the hell is a perfect situation?

Amar Maa-r biye hoyechilo 21 bochor e. Joint family. Tay baRir boRo bou. Tay bor er mejaj Hitler ke o haar manay majhe majhei. Hyan, ekhon amar mone hoy tara shottyi perfect, kintu situation to kono din i create hoyni tader...tobe?

PaRa e pasher baRite Bubun da thakto. Majhe majhei o bhishon jor e gaan chalato. "Yeh teri aankhe jhuki jhuki, ye tera chehra khila khila..". Amra bhabtam etto jore bajano r ki dorkar baba? pore bujhechilam, gaan ta Pinki di-r baRi obdhi pNouchote hobe to? :) Bubun da ra baRi bodle onyo kothao chole gechilo. School koreche Dehradun e, College Bangalore e. Pinki di sei Rothtola te i theke gechilo. Around 15 bochor pore tader biye hoy. Perfect couple. No situation.

Amader school e poRaten Ajanta di. tar career ke tar in laws ra konodin i support koreni. sudhu onar husband chaRa. tar kotha te i Ajanta di baper baRi te thakto. school er kachei. or bor protidin oke bike e kore namiye diye jeto, aar chuti-r somoy niyom kore niye jeto. BaRi, na Nicco Park, ta janina :)

Aro erokom hoyto lakh lakh mohila-purush ache. keu baire chakri kore, keu judhdhe jay, keu hoyto fire i ashe na. keu hoyto kono din i fire asbe na. so what??

eder sudhu bhalobasha ta i ache. hoyto setar perfection er jor ei tara bochor er por bochor, nirbhigne, nirdwidhay, bina kono update e sudhui bhalobeshe gyache. kono tuchcho situation er poroya na kore.

Imperfection er joy houk !!!