It has been a long time since my last post. I have no idea why I could never bring myself to tap-tapping away at the keyboard. Anyway, I’m back!
Not much has happened since I posted last. Days been regularly boring, doing nothing but eating sleeping and applying for jobs. A few days back we celebrated the Durga Puja, our biggest festival! It provided me a much needed break from this monotony. Believe it or not I got a date for an appointment for an interview just on the final day of the puja. and that info came by mail just the day before! I could not attend that š¦ The only positive thing which has occurred to me in recent times is that I finally got rid of my persistent cough-n-cold, which I had acquired at the onset of autumn! š That too at a time when winter has fully arrived! Tomorrow I am going to Koderma, (Jharkhand) with my friend Avinandan. This one is gonna be a job-search cum pleasure trip. An uncle of mine (quite handsome for his age) is the HSEO of LnT infrastructure at the upcoming DVC power plant at Koderma. He is responsible forĀ maintenanceĀ of all sorts of safety of the whole plant. Funnily enough he calls himself and his whole team Ā “LicensedĀ Bandits!“, since they can stop anybody doing any job in any stage for the reason of being unsafe š . Well, that’s all for now. I gotta go and pack for tomorrow. Good night! š
PS: Anybody and everybody whose blogs I haven’t visited in this time gap, Ā SORRY! I shall try to make up to you people š
The average Indians gets introduced to the western world mostly by Hollywood movies and RAP song videos. They like the stuff shown, think it is “Cool” to be wearing hooded tee-shirts, ripped and faded jeans, to get drunk, party hard late in the night, and all the stuff they see in those movies. Being western is the all-time favorite flavor here.
From the time of adolescence when we came to know about the world of ābirds and beesā, we have been watching western models in porno stuff,Ā most of us have seen American Pie, all 7 parts. Even premarital sex is catching fast and so on. Simply put, we do a lot of things that our parents don’t approve of and think it is okay in the West, which is not true. Seriously, this generationĀ harborsĀ someĀ myths about the west and I would like to point out a couple of them.
We think
It is in their culture to dress baring and suggestively, and their parents are absolutely “cool” and never have any problem with it.
āRespect for womenā ,āRespect for eldersā and āModestyā exist only in old Indian philosophy, Westerners never heard of that.
And much more of such crap..
I am not gonna lie, but I myself had such ideas, till I started blogging. I have been blogging seriously for around 6 months and the blogs I visited, I read them all very carefully. Some of which have corrected these beliefs of mine. I canāt recall all of them, but I am giving here the link to latest one I have read.
Birdās Thoughts on Nipple Shirts andĀ LustĀ (If you don’t have enough time to read the whole post, just go through the 5th para and the comments. You will know what I am talking about)
Conclusion:
Westerners may not be dressed in saris and dhotis, but they do have the same ideals as we have. They arenāt any different, neither they support all that bad stuff that our parents donāt approve of.
Aaahh.. the world of film stars and celebs. Norms and rules don’t apply there. No, I am not talking about laws. I am talking about something else. Read on..
plunging neckline
For the average guy, on seeing a girl, eyes go to rest on the *chest*, then travels all over her figure, leaving the brain to fantasize itself. This equation is same for celebs and fans. Word goes like, “Fans like to see, and celebs like to show off”. It is a win-win game. Earlier, just bikini clad poses in films were more than enough to tickle the sensitive organ. But “men are always men“. It is hard to satisfy them. So came, off-screen poses in plunging necklines and waist-high slits, without any underwear and tagged “hot”, “bold” etc. O! I forgot to mention, “Wardrobe Malfunction!” That is another phrase doing its rounds in the media parlance, lobbying for its place in the Oxford dictionary. Impressionable public calls these things “Kewwl” (Cool), although by sense it means the same as its dictionary antonym. š
Assuming you are an average person, if you are videotaped nude or in any suggestive pose and that is posted on the internet, all your friends and acquaintances have seen it. Can u step out in public? You might be thinking, “I would definitely step out of this life before I step out of my room”. But, being a chicken-heart, suicide isn’t my cup of tea. I might try to move to someplace new, where nobody knows me.. (Wow! I made a poem š )
Nowadays, I hear of lot of girls complaining of molestation. Then I think of the celebs. Their clothes, those are always on the verge of falling or being blown off. Why the fuss? I mean, if they can go bare on huge screens before billions of popping eyeballs, why at all take the trouble of wearing such about-to-come-off clothes. One feels like telling “Leave them at home! why not show off your assets like you mean it.”.. Yet, they manage to live comfortably lavish public lives!
Yesterday, it was the last sessional exam of our final semester. Most of my friends were getting emotional about it. Yet, I was strangely unaffected. Maybe because, I was more concerned about our college project than anything else. Meanwhile, a friend from Computer Science department called up. She asked me to wait outside the admin block after the exams. I found it intriguing as she didn’t give any reason. I asked her in jest if she was planning to beat me up š . After the exams I was waiting at the admin block. After a couple of minutes she appeared. Still I had no idea what she was planning to do..
Taking out a shining digicam from her bag, she said, “Today is the last sessional exam of our college life, never know when all of us may see each other again”. So she was taking snaps of all her friends, to commemorate the day. She calledĀ another friend of mine who was passing by,Ā and asked him to take our snap. Standing there, I was felt something. Something unusual… Finally, I was getting emotional. There was a traffic jam in my head. Thoughts and memorieswere honking violently to get my attention.
Never again, I would sit for those sessionals. Never again, I would stare at my studious friends taking extra sheets and scribbling away violently. Never again, friends would tease me saying “Ask him, he is a know-all” and so on.. I am already missing them, terribly š„
Just another couple of months, I will be severing all my ties with college life..
Tired of playing angry birds since morning, I remembered that I needed a shave and haircut. It has been over 47 days and counting..
At the first sight, the barber contorted his face, he hadn’t expected. He knew this wasn’t going to be another normal haircut (I mean the regular way, sprinking water, then trimming off with a comb and a pair of scissors, working smoothly etc.)
He pulled out a drawer from under a desk, took a bit bigger pair of scissors and went on a demolition derby on my head. He was “snipping my locks” without mercy and at random angles. I was noticing all of this, but didnt care much. Except for the occasional pricking pain at my hair roots, there wasnt much to care about. He didnt use the comb till the end. When he finally did take the comb, he raked down a ball of hair off my head, about the size of my face.
I was scared out of my wits!
Had I gone bald??
Had I gone bald??? I was starting to dream about horrible scenes of my friends making fun of me, right when the mirror told me that my hair was shorter than I had asked for. Thats all. I wasnt bald! phew.. Like a load had been taken off my chest..
P.S. Throughout the exercise till the end, I could feel his frustrated breath on my neck. š
I joined the protests on the 3rd day,Ā around 10 in the morning. The scene at the college gate was an unusual one. Students (around 600 by strength), all were squatting at the college gate. Heads were bobbing up and down throughout, all shouting slogans against the college management. It was the most unusual sight in my college. (I should mention, our college management is a Draconian one. Fully dictatorial. Nobody ever dared saying a word against. So, this was the most unusual sight.)
I went in, sat down with others. Initially I was silent. It took me sometime to warm up to the atmosphere of protest, then I joined the chorus. It was a hot day. So some students took initiative and arranged for water bottles.Some took rounds at leading the SLOGAN-eering. Pent up anger of years had got a vent. It was nothing like I had done before, and being a part of such a huge protest felt awesome! After what felt like 1/2 an hour, I took a look at my phone for the time. It was 1 pm! 3 hours had passed by without any notice! My stomach gave a slight growl of hunger, and within minutes I was on my way for lunch.
I returned around a hour later. This time, this following scene gave me goose bumps.
There was a whole police team armed with bamboo sticks and tear gas guns. My heart was racing fast, feet went cold, sweat drops were pricking me in the neck..Uff.. I could have fainted. Right then something brought me back to my senses. A group of girls were sitting right next to the policeman with the gun. If they could shout fearlessly, what was holding me back?? –I call this, “Inspiration, staring u in the face!“– I took my place on the ground and joined the chorus again. 1/2 an hour later, the policemen did retreat and left us even more confident, our voices grew even louder! In between, when we were tired of “Slogan”-ering, we had short chats about our 4 years of our college. There were short rounds ofĀ narration, anecdotes, laughter and fun. But everytime anybody from the college management was visible, we started shouting again.
Around 7 PM we broke up the assembly. Telling each other to meet at the same place next morning, we came back to our rooms.
A tiring day it was. Lying in my bed, there was a feeling of accomplishment, inspiration and lots of fun. Most importantly, I was felt braver than ever. š
Today is my birthday! Thats why last Ā night my two partners, karthik and saaki gave me the BāDAY BASH!
We were supposed to get the results around 9pm last night. Yet, 8 am in the morning, and we were still waiting. Every now and then we were checking our mails, doing FB. My FB wall was overflowing with Happy Bday wishes..U know, in my life of 21 years I had never got so many BDAY Wishes in one day. Waiting for the mail, we were getting hungry..Then we went out for breakfast.
O! That reminds me of something. Last night we had seen a extremely lean dog, with a narrow face. It looked just like āKREACHERā, the elf of HARRY POTTER movies. So whenever we see any dog, Karthik says āKreacher!!ā and we have a nice laugh.. Today we were late for breakfast, so the ākochuriās were finished. We had āparathaā and āGhugniā. Then we returned back to our rooms and a surprise was waiting..
Guess what?? Our results had been declared! Karthik had cleared the test, me and Saaki didnāt. So after a short round of applause and facebook updates, we 2 settled down to watch āHOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGONā, an animation movie. I was also planning to visit my friends staying in HOWRAH, but there wasnāt sufficient time left, to go there and return. Karthik was supposed to report for his interview around 3 30 at the WBUT, salt lake today. There wasnāt much time left for him. So he went out, Ā took a chair and sat on the porch. He was revising all the topics and we were enjoying our free time. There is some benefit to failing after all..
Wishing karthik best of luck, we all went out. He took a taxi, and we went to a hotel for lunch. The manager was very talkative, he would go on speaking to u and u wud have to listen even if u donāt like that. Had a solid lunch. After that, I thought since we donāt have anything o do, lets go for a walk. So we went off roaming towards Alipore More. Saw a large number of high rise buildings, there was a whole high rise building labelled āGOLDāS gymā. We learnt a lot about bus numbers and bus routes. We walked for around a hour and returned back. On the way we had a chat about our favourite heroes and films. He told me to watch āshutter islandā, featuring Leonardo Di Caprio whenever I get time. Having nothing to do, I went to sleep, Saaki was watching āthe mummyā on my lappy. I woke up in the evening. Afterwards I went out to buy 2 eggrolls. Bad luck, then another idea struck. I went to a sweet shop, ordered forĀ 3 ārasogollasā. Just like I guessed, the rasogollas were fresh and warm! They just melted in my mouth. I ordered another three for saaki. He too had a pleasant surprise!! And just as he was finishing them, karthik came in. His interview has been postponed to tomorrow 9 30 am. Again a little bit of Facebook-ing, teasing etc. Then we had dinner and came back to our rooms. Karthik seems quite tense. He is shuffling through the books and topics. And I am going off to sleep. Tomorrow, we shall return to Durgapur..
Today morning started with karthik waking me up. He was asking for the login password to my lappy. Unlocking my lappy, I went for my usual morning business. Saaki was still fast asleep. By the time I was back, karthik was busy practicing problems of ātime and distanceā on INDIABIX. I joined in. After sometime saaki woke up and joined us. By then we were practicing āpermutationā, āpipes and cisternsā, āwork and time problemsā and etc, all on different tabs in the same browser. We were much tensed about the test. Saaki and Keto were solving the problems; I was just looking at the solutions lazily (to my surprise, that too helped during the test). Ā Next thing was to look at the watch and we decided it was time for breakfast. We took a short walk of around 10 min and found a shop selling ākochuriā and āghugniā. Had Ā a hearty breakfast. Then another short walk and we were back into our rooms. The mail had told us that our test was scheduled at 11am. A phone call to our TPO Mr. Francis Ā told us that the test was postponed to 1 pm. That was a good news. We got down to practice a few more problem types.
taunting saaki!
O! Did I forget to mention that in between all of these scheduled jobs, we were doing a lot of unscheduled chattering gossiping and lots of laughing!!
Got ready, and then boarded a taxi after a little bargaining. Like last night, this taxi driver too didnāt know the place we were supposed to go. Anyway, within 15 min we were at Esplanade. Ā This left us regretting. As last we had taken a karunamayee bus instead of the espalanade one, and had a lot of trouble getting to Chetla. Anyway, by 12 30 we were at the centre.
waiting and gossiping...the EVER-SMILING Tanmoy, and our ABHIJEET KASHYAP
There were students roaming all around us. A friend told us to go to the playground, and register our attendance. At last we found the guys from our college. They were sitting in a group in a tree-shade. Then the long wait started. Every now and then our TPO would inform us that our exam time has been postponed. To our bad luck, our TPO had been temporarily hired by the campussing officials from WIPRO, as they found him very active. So, we saw him escorting students of all other colleges.
"Mastaar" da!handsome guy!
Our guys were swearing at him aloud. At last around 4 pm we were allowed to enter the exam hall, a big auditorium.
Quickly, I took a place beside Karthik. Soon we were shifted to the gallery seats on the 1stfloor, because only 2 students were allowed on 1 bench. Me and Saaki took a bench. We were given ācareer boarding passā (a card) to fill up. Then the officials came in distributed the OMR sheets, gave instructions, and the test started around 5 pm. To my surprise I did fare well in the verbal and quantitative sections, but technical was a bit hard. The test completed around 6. Then we had chowmein, then went off roaming around the place.Karthik says he hasnāt fared well, but we 2 are bit more confident than him.After a little bit of āsight-seeingā we took a bus to sealdah, and another back to chetla.
OMG! I have again forgotten to tell u.Ā A pet monkey lives near to our guest house. It is a small one. Today morning it had tried to snatch KarthikāsĀ X6, while he was taking its snap. In the shock Karthik had dropped his phone.. Anyway, we did manage to get some snaps of this little monkey..
I have just finished watching AUTOGRAPH, on my lappy. The copy I have is a prerelease copy of the film. The film is a superb masterpiece and the songs are a real compliment to the whole story. Although I personally feel that, the song āfande poriya bagha kande reā could have been better, if the original score sung by Ā Abbasuddin Ahmed had been incorporated instead of the remix. the viewer gets lost into the plot of the film very easily. From the first moment till the point of “arun chatterjee” , the flashback scenes and the different shots of “aajker nayok” have been so beautifully interlaced that they feed the viewers suspense for the heart wrenching climax. The climax where “subho” reveals on the boat that the confession tape has been taken away long before, makes us wonder that somebody can be such a psychic cynical just for….
It is a must watch for all adults and adolescents, mind it! I didnāt mention children. I can guarantee that everyone will be able to relate to the film in at least one scene, unless somebody isnāt social at all
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