XcUsE mE...iS iT rEaLlY u???

           Is it so necessary for everyone to change? Do people really change or is it just in my head? Can you justify it by telling simply that its just a part of growing up. Is it so easy to let go of those special moments shared with someone by telling that you have grown up; that you can’t resist change; that you can’t stand the test of time. Sometimes I feel, I spend half of my day wishing if I could go one year back in time.

            I`m not impractical. I totally understand that time and tide wait for none. We have to move on at the end of the day. But does that mean we have to sacrifice all the good times. People say you should find good things at bad times also. I`ll tell them to step into my shoes for a while and point those good things to me. I don’t say there are none. But that doesn’t mean you can find that in each and every case. Lets take the case of people for example, and their before and after comments:

BEFORE                                                                              LATER

·         Awww....thats so cute baby.                    Listen......thats so ridiculous.

·         I know you're my responsibility now.       Why you always try to change me?

·         I love you. I know you`ll say yes.             You`ve not done a favour  to me...

·         You are special.                                       What do you think of yourself?

·         You are angel.                                         You are showing your true colours.

·         I`ll always stand by you.                           Its so tuff 2 make u understand.

·         Will you marry me?                                  Now, I`m not sure....

          And when do we finally feel that someone you truly care about has changed? Its when you feel scared to talk to that person, not trusting your mouth as you feel unsure of what you might say that will make him angry or upset him or cause a fight.

tRuE sToRy....

        It takes exactly one year two months and nine days to change from the world`s best couples to world`s biggest mistake together. And exactly ten minutes to change from the purest love to the heights of awful. And takes absolutely no time to add a “mis” to your understanding.  You will never understand what went wrong, where you went wrong. You start blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong in your partner’s life. But you will never understand these crap-level-language. Basically, all males and females face the same worry in relationships. And both of them never understand and blame each other for being insensitive. The truth is its not necessary that two awesome people will make an awesome couple, but its highly unlikely.

        And boys there! Please understand that girls don’t cry because they are jobless. They don’t cry because they feel its the nuclear power they have using which they can torture you. As a matter of fact they don’t when they love you; they cry only when they really love you and really get hurt. Take that. If only those small drops of salt water could talk they would have talked to you, tried to explain (in case you listen), whispered sorry, and begged to make everything alright like before.

       And the most amazing thing is people have the audacity to sit through all this as if getting hurt by someone you love is simply called over-reacting. And we look like stupid girls with permanent tears painted on our faces. And then we realise that you just put back the heart which was torn into two pieces just to shred it into pieces and more pieces.

       And what hurts the most is you make them feel at the zeroth day of relationship that you will take extra care and you so conveniently ditch on numerous days like a routine job. And on the nth day, saying “I don’t care” to the same person will seem as easy as watching a porn!!!

      Well....thats a true story. You know what, I think my readers are impinging me a lot. Look at me.....I was the most rueful person alive on earth moments ago. And now I`m feeling awesome.

i LuV mY nAtIoN;)

I LOVE MY NATION.

         Yeah.  That’s a familiar line from many fairly acquainted people from the very intimate world around us. What’s a nation? I`ve come across a very interesting definition in the Oxford dictionary. “Nation is a community of people of mainly common descent, language, history or political institutions and sharing one territory and government. Yes, I mean, a nation thus, is just a community of people sharing one territory in short. But one question pops up in my mind which my mind which might seem like totally absurd to many people. But according to me, if the world starts thinking over it, the Earth will inexorably become a better place to live in.

        So let the journey begin from centuries ago, in the era of God-Knows-Who. Just a piece of earth divided into two parts by Mother Nature-land and sea. No India, no America or no Greenland. And no Australia, China and United Kingdom for that matter!  What I don’t understand is what bad will it do to people if people stop loving only their own country for a second (excuse me, if this idea freaks you out) and start seeing this whole world as their own.

       In Sanskrit, there is a saying,

                                        “VASUDEVA KUTUMBAM”

which stands for universal brotherhood, theat is to see the whole world as your own.

       To make my point a bit more clear, I would like to ask another question. Its about the patriotism that we celebrate without knowing what it is. I`ve come across few people who have debated with me regarding this, a lot. But I`m not here to debate. I`m here just to write my thoughts because if they have to debate, they can write their own blog, but this is my blog.

       And to continue my weird questionnaire, I give you another situation. Every citizen in India knows how many states we all have in India (28 states and seven union territories, in case you forgot). What the Central Government gives us is this “Please don’t fight among you” crap. Now, suppose I declare each state in India as a single independent nation, (not that its ever gonna happen or at least I`m in any position to let that gonna happen), but if that ever happens, then it will clearly mean that a Marathi and a Gujarati belong to different countries and thus should be patriotic only to Maharashtra and Gujarat. They are supposed to love only Maharashtra and Gujarat and not the rest of India. That`s stupid, right?

      But I personally think of it this way: If I can divide India, why can’t I think of the whole world as my own home as I was born on Earth and love the whole of earth- all the countries and feel patriotic towards the whole of the world. Where does this “I love my nation” come from then. Because even our nation is a part of that big Earth. I`m not against anyone`s feelings, or I`m here to offend anyone`s. Everyone is free to feel whatever they wish, and so am I.

KoLkAtA....the city embedded in colour and culture

             Sitting by the window, at this moment, I was speaking to Kolkata.....my homeland.
I was awfully cracked up to have this exceedingly vexatious conversation. Damn goodness! This city talks a lot!!! Jab...Jab....Jab.....Now I know from where did i inherit my blab-genes.

              Well, I think you wont be able to experience this if you are not born here. My chat was pretty annoying for me because she accused me for leaving her and she thinks that i never appreciate her in the foreign land. She thinks I`ve corrupted my soul. I put on a sarcastic smile on my face and drive away from my hallucinating thoughts. I closed my eyes and saw a dream....

               I came from Bangalore today. It was a 2 hour flight. The airport was averagely posh. Not too chic like Delhi, not too elegant like Bangalore, not too desi like other cities. Its said to be the busiest airport in India where every 9 seconds a flight takes off.
            
               That is Kolkata. It kept its history alive. It is the oldest city in India.  Before the British rule, Kolkata was a small village and the capital of Bengal was Murshidabad which is situated at a distance of 60 miles from the present city. Calcutta was captured in the year 1757 by Robert Clive by defeating Siraj-Ud-daullah in the battle of Plassey.

         One of the live examples of this glorious history is standing upright with its head held high is the august Victoria Memorial.
          The Victoria Memorial Hall  conceived by Lord Curzon was opened in 1921. It is also a museum where people could see before them pictures and statues of men who played a prominent part in the history of India and develop a pride in their past especially in relation to the history of Calcutta . It is dedicated to Victoria, Queen of United Kingdom.

           Metro Railways in Kolkata is one of its kind in India. I understand that everyone may diagree because many other cities are coming up with the metro now, and New Delhi has already come up. But still I`m calling it one of its kind in India because Metro was there in Kolkata when the other cities did not even plan to have it. It is the first underground Metro Railway in India.It was progressively constructed from 1972. And the construction was over by 1995!

                 I`ll like to call it a land of rich culture. The 4 days of Durga Pooja celebration in Kolkata is enought of evidence. Anyone visiting this city at that time can never ever disagree to this statement in their entire life.

                  Durga Puja is the most important and most awaited occasion for the Bengalis. The start of the festival sees huge elaborately crafted statues of Goddess Durga installed in elaborately decorated podiums all over the city. At the end of the festival, the statues are paraded through the streets, accompanied by music, dancing and fireworks, and then immersed in the holy Ganga river.

                    The tying of the nuptial knot in traditional bengali style entails a series of elaborate and colourful rituals, which are not only enjoyable but are of great significance in conjugal life. The blowing of conch shell and ululation by the women gathered at the wedding venue are most characteristic of a Bengali marriage. Shehnai recital played by the live musicians or else played over a music system adds to this symphony.
          The last marriage I attended was one of my mom`s cousin sister.
The rituals in Bengali marriage were so original and so enjoyable that I feel glad that someday even I`ll be married off the same way.               

           The bride is carried to the mandap in a piri, accompanied by her brothers.The bride keeps her eyes hidden with a beetle leaf that she holds in her palm. She is then rotated seven times around the groom and then placed in front of him. Now, the bride and the groom face each other for the first time during the wedding. It is wonderful to see bride blushing, when she peeps through the beetle leaf, which she holds in her palm, to have a glimpse of her significant half. This is called the Saat Paak and Shubho Drishti ritual of Bengali wedding.








Not only that, the Bengali sweets(mishti) is a spread of Bengali flavours to warm your palate. Rosogolla and Sondesh is a trademark. And Mishti Doi, which is my favourite is synonymous with West Bengal in East India.






 If Kolkata is culturally forward, that doesn`t mean it doesn`t know about nightlife, fun and entertainment. the shopping freak ladies can surely find all the international brand clothings range in malls like City Centre, Metro Plaza, Forum Mall, Charnock City, Shreeram Arcade, Treasure Island etc.
              And speaking of nightclubs, you can visit Shisha, Starstruck, Virgose, Fusion, Cloud 9 and many more whose name even I  dont remember.








                  I woke up from my dream and I found myself typing this.....

CaN YoU EvEr lEaVe bEhInD YoUr pAsT???

             Everybody makes mistakes, right? Most are despicable but still some turn out to be lovely. Like for example, dating a stranger who turns out to be your Mr. Right few years later. You wont categorize it as a mistake at all in this case, i guess. It`ll be called making the right decision, choosing the best thing for yourself from a handful of bad ones. still , we make mistakes. I mean, the things which we regret doing later. Things which usually upsets our beloved ones. Things which make us lie to our friends and family. Things for which we imply that we cant ever forgive ourselves. I believe even you would have done at least one thing which you count as a major mistake,which you regret till date! Because I do...and everyone I know does. Its the way life conducts. Its the way god has probably chosen to teach us life`s crucial lessons.
              How do you repent things? How do you wish if things could correct themselves on their own? How do you wish if only life came with a free magic eraser to delete those ugly things? We just keep telling IF ONLY...these are those things that you can never forgive yourself for. You want to crawl beneath your sheets in the bedroom and stay ther FOREVER!
              Because the choice has been made and you feel powerless. You, the victim of your own mistakes, keep wishing, if only I had not done that...if only i had stopped him...if only I had realised this when there was still time...and this is how the never-ending ghost of your past starts coming after you. And you never seem to escape it.
               And then finally, you get a gift from god...because he saw that you were secretly crying. He knows that you dont deserve all this and wanted to cheer you up. God loves you deeply. He sends you flowers every spring. that gift may come in any form...expected or unexpected....in the form of a special person or a letter from a special person, a call from a long lost friend or a sorry note from your ex with whom you still are deeply in love with and cant possibly ever get over. That thing, whatever it is, makes you feel like you are the king/queen of the world, makes you feel like life was incomplete before! And you end up doing the most impossible thing known to you. You start forgiving yourself for your mistakes. You get over everything bad that ever happened to you. You stop cursing. Not even in your mind you curse people anymore. You are replaced by a good you, a happy you!
               And after few months, when you had started feeling like you had taken a rebirth and those bad things never existed, he/she comes to you and ask,"Why did you do that?" and then you realise you were wrong. You realise that you can actually never beat your past. Because your present, the new reminder of your past, can never get over it.

ThAt wHiCh i lIkE To cAlL GoD

Life was smooth. Absolutely picture perfect!Thats when it happened. I just made one wrong choice and deleted those best assets I had in my life. I sabotaged my own happiness, pushed my courage too far but ended up curling in my bedroom hugging a bolster and wiping away my tears in iniquity.All alone...Alone I was and it was DARK. So dark that it engulfed all the light, life and senses present in that room making it completely dead and dumb.
And then I heard this little voice. As if some faint voice was trying to communicate with me from inside my own head. And i focused.
It occured to me that who doesn`t make mistakes? Everybody does. I should not regret my decisions because I felt that it was the best thing to do at that time, else I wouldn`t have done it!
Its so easy to tell others but it was bloody tough to be the subject of application at that time. I wondered how easy it is imagine but its different to live under that shadow.
Its damn easy to ditch your parents and easier to your best friends but its impossible to ditch your inner sense. It knows you more than anyone has or anyone can ever know you. Its there with you since the time you were kicking in your mom`s womb. It can feel your tears and it can sense you smiling at your own stupidity. It can read your thoughts and it knows all your dark secrets. It knows about your first crush and also about your first heartbreak. It knows who is your favourite movie star and it knows what you really want to be. It knows about your favourite memories and it also about your favourite dishes. In short, its your best friend. It has shared everything in your life with you. Its your inner sense, god`s best gift to us. Its the energy of the universe, the voice of god and the sound of human heart.
It was that inner sense which was communicating with me at that time. And I had been talking to it ever since. It still continues to guide me and I suggest everyone to listen to their inner sense, which I call GOD.

FiRsT AtTeMpT

Well... Ummm... HI there!
Welcome to my blog...and i really dont know what to type right now when it is actually needed. But i was least fitted out with anything useful for that matter at THIS very moment. I mean, who plans everything, right?
At least I never practically was the best planner. Not in this birth! So how it happened was I just came across a blog in this site and felt like sharing my thoughts (and irritating a few) with you guys....my very original thoughts, authentically MINE. Thats it! thats what it was all about. I possibly cannot give up thinking too much it seems.On an average, every human has about 60,000 thoughts in his head in one day. But for me, I`m sure its way higher than a 5-digit integer. I hope you`ll find them interesting. Looking forward to write more...Till then
Have fun!