Buddhist Monks Harassed in Myanmar

Buddhist monks are being beaten and killed by military! Is it the end of the world? Are we heading towards the Doomsday or the Judgment day? I feel sad :(

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In the Blue Sky Line...

Since the morning there must be something wrong with the 1ft by 1ft sky that is visible from my work station. An array of planes, one after another, at every 10-15 minutes are coming flying from the south-east corner and disappearing behind the building just next to us. My office is no way close to Dumdum airport, nor does it fall on the air-traffic route, as I have not seen them before. I have even identified some of our domestic fly chaps. There must be some diversion in the air-route due to, god knows what, some reason.

This reminds me of the traffic hazard that the Saltlake-Garia passengers are suffering for last three weeks and is reportedly to tolerate for next three months! Simple reason, the Patuli Bridge at the Peerless bus stop had a brake-down (resulting all the drivers’ and commuters’ nervous-break-down!) just one week before the Hyderabad mess-up and promptly, the eye-opened local government decided to close the route for another three months! Now the entire traffic is diverting from Ajainagar crossing towards Santoshpur making the place a hornifying (when thousands of horns provoke horror) treat.

I was just wondering what would have been the mishap in the clear blue sky, still the abode of God, that all the planes are diverting their route. Whatever be the reason, who cares as I am having a good time while writing and counting the planes like god ol’ days. And till now I’ve counted 15 planes! Yea……..

At 6:30 PM

It’s 6:30 PM and people are rushing towards their homes, but not the houses, like anything. The scene visible in every crossing is almost the same carrying no incongruity with the previous crossing or the previous day. With the chaotic ambience, both inside and outside bus, one cord is finely tuned with every one present here; everybody wants to be ahead of others- in catching the bus, in grabbing the seat or rather the window seat, in crossing the road, and like others.

In some self-absent moments we forget that we are also a part of this messy, frowzy, sweaty and tired crowd. Just like the woman standing on the other side of the road, my dress has also lost the touch of hot iron, my hair is also undone with some traces of morning combing, my kajal is also smudged, my lipstick is also vanished leaving no trace behind, my forehead is also shining with perspiration and just like her, I am also longing for my home, my corner of kitchen, my piece of bed and my privy bit of room.

Then why we constantly try to separate ourselves away from the rest of the world? How am I special at this very moment? Then why should I crave for special treatment from others? How far it is justified?

Yupppeee…….

Yupppeee…….Puja has arrived again!!!!!! This time in Kolkata….. so another bigger Yuuupppeeee…….Shopping…shopping and more shopping…….unlimited shopping…..Waiting eeeagaerly for those magical dayzzzzzzz……………… But….but….but……..this time I’m away from home…………………how will I spend my Puja without Maa??????????

Style Statement!!!!

It’s Monday morning…..!!! Oh No! I got late again! Rush…rush…So much work to do…got to have breakfast…Oh! My god…baai hasn’t come today…got to make it too…to hell with it…I’ll rather have it in canteen….get ready…get ready…soon….oops…forgot to press the white shirt…….where are my socks gone….this baai really sux….I better talk to aunty to replace her….I’m sure she steals food from the kitchen too….oh….almost got ready…….comb baby comb….here it is….a little cologne…I’m almost done…..oh….I almost forgot my patta yaar……..otherwise how people on the road will know that I work in IBM?


Some (imaginary) random thoughts of an imaginary MNC employee.

Style in the Senses...Style in the Movies

When it comes to define style, every person has his own opinion and, for that matter of fact, I have mine too. For me style is to look different and feel different. I remember when I was in school, according to me the most stylish girl in our school was someone who had great sense of dressing but according to all the most stylish girl was someone else who used to come to school applying all sorts of make up that one can think of, that also quite dully!!!

Anyway, over the years, with the international movie and music channels even reaching to the slums, my core idea of style is still very much same with some additions. I think apart from looking really different, the style also craves for lots of innovations and dare to mix-&-match.

Someday back when my 10 year old cousin was watching SRK starrer Don, I had a feeling that it is one of the most stylish films I have ever seen. This gave me a thought to think about the other stylish films and here is a list of some of my most favorite stylish movies, whose names I have not thought yet, but will be adding impromptu.

But one thing is for sure, this list does not contain some very common ‘so called’ stylish movies because I never found them stylish like – Dhoom I and II (why are all running for style???), Mission Impossible II (no style in the concept), Oceans Eleven and Oceans Twelve (dunno why all buffing style led by George Cloony!!!). One movie is stylish for me when the concept of style is incorporated with the theme and here goes my list:

Godfather Trilogy: The surreal music, awesome Brando and Pacino and the amazing silhouettes are all that I can remember about these long-seen movies. The look of Marlon Brando was the ultimate style statement for me.

Charulata: This Satyajit Ray classic is the epitome of style. This is an example how a mind can be stylish and path breaking. I better don’t write much to prove my ignorance.

Matrix: There has been much written about the style and look of this movie, and I agree with most of them. This is my all time favorite and tops the list of watching a movie maximum number of times.

Company: No character here is clad in Manish Malhotra or Rocky S outfit. Rather, the poverty and slum culture prevailed in most part of the movie. Still it was stylish to the core with extraordinary visual effects, lighting, background music (ganda hai par dhanda hai yeh still buzzes my mind) and post-production color effects. Being a great aficionado of RGV productions, it is hard for me to leave a single movie by Ramu.

Bhoot: Another ultimate style statement. Nothing really happened in 80% of the movie but along with the entire theatre, I was also in the process of breathing in and breathing out. The stylish effect of the movie kept adding more and more suspense with every single frame.

Lagaan: The earthen smell that the story wove was very well felt to the 20 feet away seat from the screen. If this is not style then what is?

Don: Though weak contestant in my list, I am a little biased to Farhan Akhtar. I liked it because the style and greenish look of the movie really went well with the fashion that the story continued.

dunno wat to name it

From the morning, it’s raining in drizzles. To be precise ‘tukro mein’… Today is Janmashtami. I am feeling like going to any temple and sit quietly in front of the altar and try to remember the hundred and eight names, which I never succeed to do. And yes, I was supposed to ornate myself with good clothes and jewelleries because, I believe, that is what Bal Gopal expects to see - a gopini. A lot of people don’t understand the need of it and I have also stopped explaining myself to them.

But alas, today I’m in office. Working and head-banging on finance!!! But, yes…there are some things which God preserves for you, never letting you know! I don’t know why I’m humming ‘en swasa kaatre’ from the very morning!!! It’s such a celestial feeling. But wait, I don’t know what it means, it’s in Tamil!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why so fussing? : A Bitter Experience!!!

Today, like other days, when I was coming to office by my charter bus, I noticed that one of my colleagues is not present and so I thought of sitting in her place in stead of going to my own seat, and did accordingly. But for a moment I forgot in which city I was. People here are so fretting! The two ladies, one of my age and other much older, were so shocked to find me there (Do I look like a porcupine?) that it was evident from their frowns, scowls and most importantly exchange of stares (I was wondering are they Kathakali dancers?). Then after some moments, of course, there started the arrays of questions (to me) and exchange sentences in passive voice (in between them). I was feeling like to get vanished or enter in the earth (here underneath the seat) like Sita.

But the thought that disturbed me was “why so fussing? What’s the matter if someone sits in place of others in another one’s absence? Is it a matter or concern? Then what is NOT a matter of concern for this city people? Why so agitation?” God save me from being another such creature!!!!!

Why This Hide-and-Seek???

I really don’t understand the reason behind playing hide and seek with one’s own conscience. If there is something that is labeled ‘illegal’ or ‘not wise’ by the society, then surely I will refrain form doing that; of course if my conscience seconds that. Why do something ill and then searching for excuses???

But if there is something, which is not wrong in my knowledge (or according to my conscience), then I will not stop doing that if the entire world gets accumulated at the other end of tug-of-war.

Obviously, this is my idea of living.