Droplets of Life...

The backdrop:

“Deba: Arpan da…aji office’r pora ahute khub titilu…bhal lagile.

Me: boroxunor’r kotha nokoba...beya lagi jai…Pune’t thakile etiyale sage flat tu tita kapuror gundhot bhori gol hoi.

Deba: ha ha...hei smell tu. aru ehoptah man ekeloge beli nedekha..office-le jaute boroxun..Office-r pora ulaute boroxun...eibilak pisot bhabile birat bhal lage. apuni likhibo try diyok..bhal hobo !!

Me: boroxun’t ulai jaute saba…tumar cell tu…juwa bosor ki hoisile monot ase nohoi??

Deba: bag eta kinisu..tar bhitorot eta polythene ..tar bhitoror cell aru purse ..eibar risk nolou...:)

Me: aru aji khana ki…??

Deba: khana aaji soya beanor kheti...aru papad…”

The memories…they keep on coming back; touch me again and again. Reminds me papon da singing…”fagunore bauli baa…loi jaa muk loi jaa”

I slipped out into the open…barefoot. The night air is cooling but not cold. Goodness it’s raining! I stand there gently…looking at the stars. I love rainy nights...love listening to the rain singing me a lullaby...love the ambience, the romance, the sadness, the beauty, the stories behind the rain. Rain makes me nostalgic…make me soak in memories…something I’ll cherish for a lifetime…and beyond, if allowed.

Rain reminds me of Pune. My second home…it owns a ‘Lions Share’ of being me. The knowledge, the molding, the bike rides, the ‘Dhaba’ trips at midnight when its 4°c outside, those "night outs", the ‘rescue’ missions, those midnight tease, birthday bumps, old torn jeans, late night walks, long chats and conversations, cooking sessions, crushes, getting kicked out of the class, the project time, struggle for marks, writing on desks, fighting with friends, tears for love, just anything and everything...unique and unmatched.

Well, I am back in and feel sleepy and fairly at peace with tomorrow's uncertainty and its prospects. And I am grateful for the unexpected gifts of yesterday. There are some things you don't have to say but are just understood. But then, why not stretch these things out as long as possible, right?

Night-Night!

P.S.: dedicated to all my Pune friends, seniors, juniors, classmates and colleagues. You people made life such a wonderful voyage.

Life's Bookmark !

How life changes, suddenly from a sluggish black and white movie to one of zipping fast ones where the music is just blaring in your ears. And the irony is that you always want to be on the other side…definitely grass is always greener on the other side. It’s all momentary; the only thing that is constant is change. Life everyday is a new frontier. It was time to start from the scratch again and as I was looking for my maiden assignment AIM Quest happened to me.

This story may seem common to most of the people. People even have more or less the same chapter in their life. No words to describe, I actually can’t pour all my emotions this way...this is amazing...I don’t have words to let u know how it made me feel...I’m touched. In life, we hardly take opportunity to thank people who have really made a difference and are the unsung heroes of our life. Small things usually go unnoticed but they make great sense and they are the one who make life so easy and cheerful.

I felt elated when my name was called on the stage and I was flooded with appreciation and gifts. Thank you all at Assam Institute of Management (AIM). Thank you for believing in my abilities, having patience with me and mostly for making things so comfortable for me. I never felt that I was not a student of the institute.

The sound of claps will always linger on my mind. And will be something I’ll go back every time I’m down or lack in zeal. No matter, even if someday I may reach the zenith of supremacy AIM, AIM Quest 2009, its memories and all the people at AIM will always remain special for me. I will always specially bookmark this chapter of my life. Thank you for making my maiden solo assignment so unforgettable.

Thank you Himadri, for asking me if I can help and introducing me to AIM. Thank you Shruti, for all the creative inputs, thank you (in alphabetical order) Anakshi, Bidisha, Jayasweta, Lakshya, Manab, Mrinal, Neel, Rahul, Ritu, Shraddha, Smita, Sukanya, Zubeen, thank you the 14th batch of AIM, you people simply rock !!!

Melody of Ecstasy !

This is tough. This is really a difficult thing for me to type. There is a love song in my thoughts that summed up the way that I felt. In my view it is so beautiful, honest, true and mesmerizing…something a woman could not resist. In true sense, something to sing about. Excluding the fact that I don't sing, may be I would sing it to the loved ones in my life. But seriously, this has been stuck in my head a while. A romantic gesture to be precise.

So much to say, but nothing comes out right. She makes me feel something I can't describe. I always catch myself thinking about the things she does. There isn't anyone else I need; I've got my heart set on her. Day by day, I find my way. Look for the song and the meaning. Then she looks at me, and I always see what I have been searching for. I'm lost as can be. And her eyes, she should see the way they glow when she smiles. I know, she would love it when I sing 'The Song'. She would just melt in my arms and I could feel her heart beat...and I'm not lost anymore.

Well…all this while, let us go through a free verse...got the feeling that my heart holds something like this and it will creep up on my mind sooner or later.

Moonlight shines upon your face

I gaze into your eyes

My heart begins to skip a beat

As I begin to realize.

You bring to me a feeling

Which I have never felt before

A feeling of contentment

Happiness and more.

I will always be beside you

Be your friend and lover

I promise you this day

There will never be another.

Because we were meant to be

And that is without a doubt

I never knew what love was

Or what it was all about.

And then you walked into my life

And showed me what I was missing

Truly you were sent from above

Only God could create such a blessing.

When we spell c-u-l-t-u-r-e

I am sad at the state of the country tonight, especially the young generation, MY generation. I am disappointed and I am sincerely more than a little bit embarrassed. I know I'm going to come off as elitist, and you can think whatever the hell you want. But these are my sincere and innermost thoughts, so take away from it what you want. 

People seem to forget that we have a culture completely unique to itself. Everybody just seems to lose focus of what's right in front of us everyday! It's fresh to be exposed to different background and traditions. Our generation is so overly obsessed with celebrities, the latest fashion trend, and the latest new gadget we can add to our collection. We know how to use our Blackberries like pros and can download/hack music/movies etc. without breaking a sweat. But if I were to ask you to name me one, let alone 10 pieces “CULTURE”.

We can’t blame the culture surrounding us; after all it is others culture as Indian culture is ours. We people usually underestimate our country and overestimate foreign countries. The culture always lies in citizens. The western culture has influenced us in many good ways like they have made us move along with the world. If one is influenced by western culture its not that you have to forget your culture. I think one is good enough to decide which is good or bad. But instead of taking bad things of it let us take good things out of it. If you are really interested in getting addicted to the Western culture, get to know about their mannerism and neatness of the surroundings. Wearing Jeans and minis is not enough to acquire the western culture. Nobody can be forced to do things unless one wants to.

It’s us…yes…we are representing our generation. Come on people. Yeah culture isn't the most fascinating/interesting thing in the world (even though I would argue it is INCREDIBLY fascinating and endlessly changing and evolving). But it affects every one, whether you want to believe it or not.

...If

As Valentines Day approaches we all look for a few words to express ourselves. Indubitably, silence is the best. But sometimes words create magic and love all over again.

"What will remain of us is love".

I was thinking what would I do if I actually had a Valentine tomorrow?

I prefer romantic simplicity. I would much rather go out to dinner at a jazzy restaurant on a night when the place isn't packed to the brim with overdressed patrons and filled with the aroma of ‘Calvin Klein’ and ‘Catalyst’. Movies at the theater means fighting a crowd and the possibility of being stuck crane necked in the front row with a view up and not being able to see a thing! It's all a recipe for royal disappointment. The best part of the evening would surely be the company...but how much better it could be with the ideal atmosphere.

I'd much rather opt for a night in...Together.

My ideal Valentine's date would be making bar-b-que together in the kitchen while some soft soothing music played in the background. Later, some desserts and an astir champagne. Candlelight is a must. And, of course, a chic flick that has already been seen before...it allows for a much easier distraction.

...if I had a valentine tomorrow, of course.

‘Born To Touch Your Feelings…’

First of all, I want to point out that the title is a direct replica of one my favorite songs by Scorpions...But I felt nothing would be a more pertinent title! It’s been a prominent factor of all my blog...most of them starts either with the name of some song, a movie or a book.

For a strange reason, I somehow do manage to relate myself to the songs, movie or the book. Probably not only me, but all of us definitely relate to the...sometimes the situations, sometimes the lyrics, sometimes the story. The characters, the words, the plot here are so true. They all are tirelessly fascinating because we can all relate to them and it involves us in a way that most things in our life do not. We find ourselves drawn to every moment these two occurrence...together and apart. All of us do!!!

Each and every song, book or movie is written with an exacting situation, a plot or it depicts some significance. There really are no words to describe how they make you feel, but one thing is for sure...they will make you feel. They reflect how things can be in real life. They are penned down with a message...may be good or may be bad. And as human beings we tend to follow what we see...seeing in reel life or reading or may be listening. Good or bad, whatever may be...but it definitely conveys a message and even if it’s in reel life or virtual life...we can relate to them. They take our emotions to a different level; they give us something to refresh, to push, to hope, and to restart. They make us smile, make us laugh, make us sing, inspire us, enlighten us, makes us weep and makes us cry, makes us realize and makes us feel, they make us dance, they make relax, they make us dream...undeniably the songs, movies or the books are born...born to touch our feelings...

Identical to us...humans, we are born with a particular motive or may be I can say ‘a mission.’ And it’s always up to us...how we complete it, in a mind-numbing or in a gratifying manner...most of the times we are driven by huge stirring feelings and undertones that are never verbalized, but just seem to hang in the air. In life we come across many people...we remember a few, forget a few...and wish never to meet a few. It’s for a reason that we meet, we talk, and we help each other or may be learn something. Once we are born it is bound that we will pass at any moment. Memories fade when we die. Nothing will remain...except our name in people’s heart.

Paper Planes !!!

Dreams… are the window through which we look at our life, they lead us to things we always wanted, and their fulfillment makes us happy. When we want something we immediately start making plans to get to it, the permutations and combination's. Our mind juggles through the options we have…and takes the flight to the target almost spontaneously. Yes, our minds are so sensitive that they tend to make ‘paper planes’ every now and than, it takes off immediately and reaches the destination before we actually do or sometimes we don’t even get near.

Recently while going through the lyrics of a song, I came across these lines…

I fly like paper; get high like planes
I get one down in a second if you wait…

So true and so close to our lives. It’s not always that our flight from dream to reality reaches the destination we always wished for…sometimes it is buried young; sometimes we don’t get what we desire.

Dreams or may be aspirations give a path to our life, a much needed direction to it. It is always risky to explore the unknown, but may be we risk more by backing up. We never know what is waiting for us in the very next step, true sometimes it may be painful, sometimes joyful but may be sometimes we find our self with a better result. Pitiful is the person who is anxious of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow.

So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.

We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit but us? Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us? In life we can have results or reasons. If we are not getting the results we want, our reasons are the lies that we keep telling our self.

Someone said, “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree…Some of them wanted to use you, some of them want to be used by you. Some of them want to abuse you; some of them want to be abused.”

When you want what your heart desires, what do you do? 'Coz you can't imagine of anything else that feels right! And yet it's very subtle.

May be we should let the fears go, embrace it all for what it is, and make a silent prayer that the dream is as much yours, as you are the dreams'.

Fables Of Pune...

Pune…it started as a distant dream…to come to a place totally unknown and to make my own identity has been an eventful journey. There was a fear of something unexplainable…may be fretfulness, oddness and many more things. Now it’s been 7 years and Pune has become my second home. The city I gave 7 years of my life definitely holds a momentous role in the making of ‘Me’. Just like I saw the city grow into an IT hub, the city witnessed me nurture from a teenager to a young adult. Pune gave me a lot of things…career, name, fame, friends; enemies (hope there aren’t any), dreams, hope and immeasurable amount of experience and not to forget the mesmerizing memories. From being an aspiring engineer to become a graphic designer, from being an introvert to become a good PR, from being an average guy to become the ‘blue eyed boy’ of Assamese people in Pune, from being a inert musician to get a musical rebirth, from being one of greatest mis-manager to organize and manage huge events successfully I’ve seen it all in Pune.

Now, as I am on the verge of leaving Pune forever, waiting for my flight at Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport, am penning this note with moist eyes. Not only the city, I’ll miss all the good times I had here, the bad times, the experiences, the unending ‘adda’s, night rides, night outs, road trips, the leg pulling sessions, the musical sittings, the mismanagements, the funny mistakes, study hours during exams, the famous pork parties…the list is probably unending. Will miss my seniors, my juniors and my buddies with whom I shared my joys, sorrows, dreams, and hopes and learnt the art of living.

Adios Pune!!!