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April 09 The rollecoaster rideBeen a while since I updated. Was wondering why. though had nothing
particular to write this time around as well... However, I've realised
that I like to update it more for myself. Have moved on from the days
when I liked writing down every significant incident on a diary. Was
going through a few older blogs recently and realised that the online
diary is much more accessible and a ready reckoner. Life has been quite topsy-turvy since the past few months. Its been very different post graduation. Almost dreadful getting into the grind. Sometimes it seems a lot like the BMM days with the late nights and the tiring schedules. But this is anyday worse. But as they say, if you like your work, then even the tiring schedules dont matter much. However, something that I dearly miss is meeting those friends. The people with whom I spent three years in and out suddenly, we hardly find the time to meet each other. Without doubt, technology comes handy but beyond that somewhere down the line you miss that presence. However, all six of us have moved on. Suki and Namu more often used to be busy with their innumerable MBA exams, Namu's working with a research agency now. Pra got working with DNA, RT headed all the way to Aussieland for her Masters (ohh... have to also narrate the dramatic incident of her send off), Sonu is happily married (and has gladly assumed her 'present' family business) and I'm here with my job. It is sometimes appalling how things move so fast. It seems the other day that we all six of us had gone to college together.. just the last week that we had met at Phoenix Mills, day before that we (pra n I) had a dramatic run all the way to the airport for catching the last glimpse of RT as she was heading to the airport and just yesterday that we girls were terribly missing RT who missed the wedding and got all decked up for the various wedding programmes. Sonu has also moved on to a different setting altogether. Though we all seem to be very happy, innately contented for her, we all dread putting us in that setting. RT also finally seems to be having the likes for someone. However you dont really get what you wish for. This is one thing I have learnt lately. Though have had my rough patches myself, all my head-wrecked girlies have always helped me outta it. And shwetu if u read this one then I hope to keep up to the deal we have made. For the moment, we all miserable single women seem to be taken away by our crushes. I think thats quite a safe bet at least for the moment! ;) March 24 A Road Trip To Paradise Contented to have written something after a really long time. Sometimes as they say, the heart speaks for itself in times of despair or desperation. Either ways works. A Road Trip to Paradise Some scrap, little dust, with my backpack and hair let loose, be it heat, hail or monsoon, I'm off on my road trip to paradise Made a few friends, left the foes behind, a petrol junction and music for my ears, I'm off on my road trip to paradise No grudges, no pain, leaving behind the past and the sham, crossed the beaches and towards the mountain I'm off on my road trip to paradise February 04 Of Love and Cupid!Conversations can really go bizarre when
they’re being had with Suk. She may have had the privilege of a mention several
times on my blog… but this time this one’s dedicated to her. This charming young lady can be best described out of one of those fairy tales where the princess dreams of her prince charming and not only feels but also sleeps, eats and also farts love. Right out of one of those nauseating hindi films where love is, quite unrealistically paramount. Guess what, she adores the film Vivaah!!! I mean REALLY!!! I just wonder if she’s all this crazy just
about those hindi romances, how would she drool over those Sleepless in
Seattle, Kate & Leopold, Notting Hill, You’ve Got Mail, Coyote Ugly and
Just Like Heaven, none of which she’s seen yet. Okie, so not diverting too much from the
topic of our conversations, the girl’s latest craze is a survey she’s
conducting online. And for all those people who know her, it wouldn’t require
twice to think that the agenda for the survey was to ask people on their
opinions on love. And it was during our comprehensions on love that we realised
that the angel of love, Cupid has finally turned into a stereotypical Indian
government official and has been found sleeping on duty rather than playing
Hitch. The proof to the same is also the increased number of singletons or
commitment-phobes that are found around the country. Owing to the same, we (myself n Suk- the lady love) has decided to sack him off his job. Therefore, hereby, we invite applications for the post of a relationship manager (lol, just to make the offer sound more attractive in this age of attrition). Walk in interviews will be conducted on the same until February, 13th. All interested applicants are requested to send in their expression of interest to cupid@relationshipmanagement.com December 16 Rapid FireToo many things happening since the past couple of months. All at the same time and so soon that each one is too difficult to comprehend.
-- Never knew that movement of a colleague in office could really have a significant impact on a person. But when my Chief Reporter called some selected reporters to speak with in person and then revealed the fact, most of us were dumbstruck. There will seriously be a sense of loss. He is a strange person. Will always exaggerate minor issues almost to the point of freaking you out, will always answer those innumerable doubts that I would come up with... and answer all of them patiently... oh let me add... I really admire his understanding of the industry. Almost seems like the loss of a mentor. But then like they say, "Probably we wouldn't move up the ladder by ourselves until he moves away." It was almost like he was again doing it for our best. And for his too. I wouldn't be able to take redundancies in my job. And when you see your growth chart in a state of limbo... you know that its time to explore new skies.
-- The whole of last month, especially the last week has been one exciting chapter in my life. After all its not everyday that you're part of a team to launch a new magazine. Already before the launch, the competitor seemed to have been taken aback by surprise which was clearly visible at the recent industry convention at Kolkata. The launch took place day before and the anxiety was inexplicable.
This morning read an article on "the first times" in Sunday Times. And couldn't have had a better time to have read that article. It talked about the anxiety that is sensed before you acheive the objective. The most interesting anecdote was that of a simple instance where the highest amount of excitement is felt the period between you bite the chocolate and gulp it down. And I was like..."Damn. Thats so true" Don't you feel like keeping the melted chocolate on your tongue and linger on it?
Similar thing when the launch happened. Suddenly reality strikes that the madness for the launch will all subside now.
-- Haven't written anything for a very long time. Have a few unfinished blogs as well. But finally glad to have finished this post. Also wrote a couple of lines in the morning. Sharing them as well.
Tujhse kiya tha apne haalat ka zikr
Aur paaya ki tu bhi usi kashmkash mein jee raha hai
With hopes to write a long one the next time...
Love and Thanks to those few people who insisted on me to update.
September 28 Kintu kaar jonneIts strange sometimes how a simple conversation turns out to be the most memorable. There are many such experiences that the online world has given me. But more on that some other time. Right now, following probably the best conversation I've had. Which began as a simple question and turned out to be the a beautiful poem, a masterpiece. It only happens when it comes "direct dil se" and thats what happened. Sometimes you just don't need to answer some questions, they just give themselves away.
The conversation being in bengali, in brackets are the best translation that I could give to the essence of love and life depicted in the verses. Though I completely believe that the very essence of poetry or any literature is lost in translation.
Kintu kaar jonne? (But for whom?)
Kaar jonne arms stretched? (But for whom are the arms stretched?) Ba hoyto to touch someone? (Or maybe to touch someone?) Right, but kaar jonne? (Right, but for whom?) Jar jonne always thake and thakbe (For the one who's it is and will be forever) Kintu kaar jonne? "Tar" jonne (For the "one") Jar jonne 500 years-er promise (For the one, who's it has been promised to be for the next 500 years) Wah! Kintu kaar jonne? Jake chokh khola ar bondho dubhabei dekhte pai, tar jonne (Who I could see with eyes shut and open, for that "one") Super! Kintu kaar jonne? Jar sathe kotha bole sokale ghum theke uthi… ar jar sathe kotha bole rattire sute jai tar jonne (For the "one" with whom I speak the first thing after I wake and with whom I speak last before I retire) khup bhaalo..... kintu kaar jonne? je amar sopne ese notun chhobi eke amake bole je sopno rongin hote hoy - tar jonne (the one who paints my dreams with new colors and says that dreams need to colorful) brilliant! kintu kaar jonne? jar awaj kane na gele onek bhirer majheo majrater nijhum ondhokar ghire phele, tar jonne (the one, who's voice until I don't devour, I sense the gravity of middle of the night) heheh.... beautiful! kintuuuuuu kaaaaaaaaaar jonneeeee???????????? je elo bole ami arekbar bhablam beche otha jak, tar jonno je bollo se amar jonno bachte raji achhe - tar jonno jar baganer dhare bose sudhu nissas niye jibon pawa jay, tar jonno tar jonno, je amar bortoman ar bhobissoter majhe setu banabe, tar jonno, jar haat dhore ami arekbar bhabte pari je amio manush sudhu tar jonno, je rattire ese amar hatey matha rekhe ghumiye porbe (the one, because of who's presence I decided to come alive again, who said, I've ready to live for you. on the fence of who's garden, I could breathe a new life, who paves the way between my present and future, by holding who's hands I'd again feel human, just for that "one" who'd come at night and sleep in my arms) kintu tumi ekhono bolle na je... (but you still haven't told me) eto kichhu bolar poreo bolte hobe- kar jonne? (after saying all these, do I need to say more?)
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