another end...

 Another year ends and it ends quite differently. The Shantiniketan trip marked the ending ceremony...and perhaps the Hyderabad one would brighten the opening festival..I ended with traveling and am starting the new one with it too..hope to travel more this year ...so that again when I m on my chair on this day of the next year writing my year end post,with no other thought i can tag 2011 as a "traveling" year.....

 no looking back to the past...just wanna look forward..forward..forward.....

                                    HAPPY NEW YEAR  to one and all

In quest for peace--a visit to Shantiniketan

"Bolpur-Shantiniketan station a aapnaake swagato janai (welcome to Bolpur Shantiniketan station)" was one of the first sounds which entered my muffler-ed ears while struggling to set foot on the platform amidst the buzz of the crowd. Everybody was trying to get down first. The  train journey  was hectic but it was the kooo-jhik-jhik of the train had kept me occupied for all the 1 and 1/2hour from Bardhaman station. The trains here are still run by diesel engine. The two parallel railway lines lay side by side without being tangled and overshadowed by the electric poles and wires..its a different sight..different from the present day railway lines,in our cities,even towns and metros..

As one enters the town,one can see Tagore almost everywhere...'kaviguru' is a name used almost everywhere.Kaviguru restaurant, Kaviguru cyclemart, Kaviguru vastralay...the list is endless..to my surprise i was even eating Kaviguru fruit cake for breakfast..

    

The main reason behind my visit was the 'poush mela',which attracts thousands of tourists from across the world. I also got a chance to visit the place..and thanks to my room mate Suparna who invited me for this escape from the daily drudgery.

 Shantiniketan campus was a different place altogether.even with the thousand of tourists,it retained its shanti(which i had not expected,after my experience at the railway station).surrounded by trees,trees,trees,more trees,more & more trees,of every species..but mind you it didn't look like a jungle...it was different..with light and shades playing together,the game of chess..red muddy road,taking curve here and there,Baul song at the background,feel of Tagore everywhere..perhaps this very different atmosphere itself made Tagore think differently...

Walking by the red soiled roads among the trees,i found a new meaning to the word 'shanti'..the two day trip brought my sun burnt brain to peace. a place worth a visit..specially at this time of year..

Bookm@rk

5:30 in the evening. she had to shut the novel halfway coz she had to hurry her way to the computer class. she started searching for the deep red bookmark to mark the pages she read last. it was her favorite one but had not used it for long. she had forgotten where she had kept it. perhaps it was lost. she herself did not know why she was searching it in this peak hour when she had to move. she kept on searching ....drawers,boxes,suitcases,even old jars and baskets..suddenly she chanced to gaze upon a shoe box,wrapped in purple shiny colour paper and tied with a red ribbon.

she knew what all was there inside...birthday cards,new year cards,handmade invitations for birthdays & parties,friendship bands, Mohr's salt wrapped in butter paper(which they had prepared in the chemistry lab,& which was labled by their teacher as the best one and the perfect one),balloons,a steel pendant & some hand made ornaments and a diary with a lots & lots & lots of colourful stickers...mickey,Minnie,pooh,Flintstones,Dexter,trigger and many more.

she could see the bright red bookmark,inside the diary,they had crafted it.she(pat),Papit & Riput (nicknames of the trio).she opened the page with the bookmark and everything woke up in her mind.

their high school days,their friendship,their loud laughter at nights,the tiffin time sharing,the pajama party before their scattering . she could see PARI digged in different fonts on the school bench,behind copies,inside text books & files and on the steel pendant which Papit had brought for the three of them....PARI(hindi for angel).. stood for PA-Pat, Papit..RI-Riput(these names were also crafted by themselves keeping similarity with their original ones).. their real names had  less significance..not more than mere names on the attendance register and on certificates....they were PARI.

now names have significance.the angel is no more white,no more serene,no more heavenly.perhaps PARI lost her way. memories were here,there,everywhere..

she found her bookmark back,the deep red bookmark.the bookmark which perhaps marked the existence of the memories of PARI.

PARI still lives..........in some hearts....

Red less

 BLACK was the colour I was born with.. and when i opened my eyes for the first time to see the colours around me,my mom said it was BROWN...my eyes were brown.......

  

Everything turned BLUE when i started walking with all four legs. discovering ice,discovering fire.......Running here and there i found GREEN...green nature,wordsworth,imagination,romanticism...........Then came the fall....YELLOW all around....dreams falling like leaves...and crushed under some feet...

Yes RED entered my life....following PINK....

You were there....deep scarlet became more red....deep..deep..deep.......

And today.....

I lay before you...... RED LESS

        

All WHITE...

HOPE

    

  

Everything was breaking down gradually. It seemed that nothing could stick the pieces back, not even with the strongest glue. Hopes seemed to scatter like the red beads of the necklace you gave, which had broken down with a random strike of your hand. Memories had started to fade….but then that afternoon….one SMS from you…

"Need 2 talk,bt no ntwrk coverage….will contact u soon.."

Stupid me, started collecting all the fragments back, into the hand drawn circle…..waited to be put back again like a jigsaw puzzle…

Eyes stuck on the screen of my dear cell phone….looking for his…”contact u soon”…..seconds flew…minutes flew…..hours, days, weeks, months…..

No soon…..no contact…..

Why?

Did you??

Bring back…….HOPE.

Ne$t

                                                   Birds find Nests...

                                                        And I????

                                                  I need it too... 

                                          

                                             In some heart of hearts,

                                                 In some frame..

                                         

                                                     MY home..

                                                    MY house...

                                                   MY destiny....

Someone special

This post is all for my dearie GUPCHU..most of my near and dear ones know this little thing...but but but for those who r unaware of him,i would like to indroduce my 'POLA'(as bengali mothers lovingly call their sons)...no no no,i m not married yet...but he is my baby....a teddy,to mention his species.. I brought him home on an winter afternoon,when i was out on a shopping spree with my friends.Actually i saw him sitting on the top of a car roof where his owner was trying to sell him..it had just stuck to my eyes and mind..it had such apealing eyes and smile.. and i got him..brought him home..decided a name with my room partners and now he is with me,everytime,everywhere...

  

Something which surprised me was that he was accepted by almost one and all...my room mates one day nearly had a fight,for who would keep him,when i was going on a weekend visit to my parents...at last i had to take him home in my bag..there too,it was fought over by my sisters...even my parents like him a lot..my mom sometimes cuddles him,sometimes my aunt...it feels amazing to see a non living object getting so much love.its almost equivalent to a human baby..

my relation to this soft toy is also an amazing one...no one is so dearer and close to me as he is..he is,he was,and will be there with me every time...he is with me when i cry at nights,when i m depressed over my love life,he supports me whenever i m on the verge of falling down...he's there when i feel there's no one for me...there he is my dear Gupchu....always smiling with his hands wide open to hug me....

                                                              LOVE YOU DEAR.

Its never nice to ask for more more & more....give me this,give me that...our expectations more accurately DEMANDS nerely never end...be it from our parents,friends,or even THE ALMIGHTY...but do we really need those things for which we cry,sometimes,fall onto someone's feet,say a hunderds of 'please'....perhaps no...or perhaps yes....no because if the givers don't provide us with the respective demands,we still go on.....life's still the same...and yes because we get the same for free...without spending anything..just a little tears,some words,and some actions....and we get what we want....not everytime but it does not really matter when its negetive...isnt that so...

ciao,

RpT@

M BACK

Don't ask where i was for such a long time...coz i myself dont know...perhaps was exploring something out...spent my whole lot of time and heart on that...and now find myself nowhere,perhaps not even in the place where i was when i wrote the last post..don't know what i learnt from it perhaps coz i never wanted to learn, just wanted to go with the flow..bt it seems God never wanted that....now i m trying to get back to the place where i started and tread along the path i had planned when  i was last here...

   ciao

 Rpt@

Teddies and dolls were always with us when we were kids. But we wanted something else...perhaps someone else....

Now when that some one has made our life miserable it is that ever smiling teddy who is sitting by our side and listening to us ...His ears wide open, eyes never off from us....always ready to hug


Whose better?