a terrible painter, a dreamer, a rebel , a feminist and a self certified bisexual Witch. Who is always trying to visualize whats on the other side of the canvas she paints,just another human- Living alive Life. Now also a green tea addict.

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

little galaxy of us...

                    I had enough of sad thoughts wandering, floating and juggling my mind for last Ten months. Its soon to be a year of my tragic twist of fate,,,,, 

I had been cursing my life, crying, and being jealous of my friends who are enjoying their college life, wearing cool clothes and studying in better places than me and enjoying  freedom (I didn't write the as Its not real freedom) which I had been planning for five long years, (sounds very childish from a mature writer oops blogger like me). My well wishers  advise me Try for D.U again, my reply is " No, Not at Cost of one year"  

Many think my life at home is pathetic , so the words are typed to answer the stereotypical baboon heads, who think studying outside home, living alone is freedom... (I was one of them too)  

But the strange question they ask "Is my present life as pathetic as they feel?"

So here we go:-

My life is alive, as you you  have read before about my family, we are family of four, but with loving pets... But in technical way we are scattered around three places, My Father is posted to the pouch of Silchar (city of Assam), my sister in City of joy, and in home Mom and me...

So failing to Join my beloved D.U, had a plus point!!! I am with Mom, hence I can look after the Little naughty girl residing inside her... My Mom is a woman of dominating and free spirit...  
I wake very late, and bathe as long as I want, I have delicious breakfast everyday.... 

I go college riding my bicycle, enjoying the views of nature. Risking my life with road full of heavy vehicles, my dupatta (long scarf) conspiring to kill me, gets stuck in the wheels everyday just minutes before I reach college..

 In class I feel superior (a little lie, no superior but really shocked) as most of them never heard of Charles Dickens but  Chetan Bhagat , my class is unique, where poor Shakespeare becomes Drama, heartbroken Othello dramatist, Jane Austen.... lets not tell... but making me the good girl, popular among my professors, and my major mates little jealous of me, but what I feel my condition really is - Among the blind the one-eyed Girl is Queen. My major mates are no stupids ( actually some have sharp memory, and writing skills, but they are not either aware).., though I know little more than them still I am second, as Mugging Up is the way to go policy done my mates (which I cant)...

I go to coaching classes where I keep talking and talking my poor teacher listens to me,.. But the only places I like to be are, the Bookshop  - 'Book n Book' and the flyover. The bookshop is one place where after coaching classes I keep hankering around for a hour or two every week, The owner is the only book seller whom I met, actually reads the books and provides reviews... He always shows me expensive books and I always find the less costly one (we have a understanding you see).  

In home I have my mother, my grandmother and my cousins (they come to our home at least thrice a day)  who never read my blog-posts but listens to them ( as I have to read them out, that's the condition of a aspiring writer like me.). My Satirical family is very supportive when it comes to criticism... 

We go shopping, now its become a ritual Mother and daughter go hand in hand to market and keep buying new outfits... Again she makes me jump into kitchen garden, or we share the sunset with a bowlful of grapes...Or running after Little, Kakri, or Goldie, who say " Catch me If you can, butter on your Pan"

At night I study, I enjoy my dinner, and then, sometimes Mom and I watch movies, sometimes she reads me out Bangla Classics, sometimes we are husband hunting for my sister, sometimes we listen to Rabindra Sangeet in Youtube. Goldie to comes and joins us on my Laptop  saying "I love Music too Didi"  ... Or the most obvious I keeping talking about affairs, who ran away with whom, which of my classmates has boyfriend, what my notorious best friends are upto and my Mom listens to them and gives her valuable comments but without remembering a single word I utter to her ears ...

Now I want to ask, how many can actually trace their one-day of life??? 

Does my life look pathetic enough? 

P.S-  It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you. ~ Dick Cheney

thanking you to bear with me

Sunday, 18 March 2012

T.V- TeleVandalisim

                                      Long black shiny hair covered under the strain of culture, Moving in kitchen all dresses up like dolls, That's what every-other Indian household views on television..... Today I write about the Chauvinism the this daily-soaps present.

In the end question is what is our  present generation learning? Who is already having a Identity Crisis of "To be or Not to be".....

What's Indian Culture on our Indian  Televisions..

1. Perfect rather Per-fact Girl better then Shakespearean Heroine, Virtuous and free of Err. Her aim of life- "A damsel in distress"  ( slim, traditional, beautiful, super-obedient, and target of all the evils of world, Hence "to Err is Human" not applicable here, but...... )

2. A big fat Joint-family of  minimum Fifteen(15) members, ( As if India is all about joint family, and keeping up with traditions in modern world)

3. The family must be Business giants and prosperous ( IF so many rich families existed in India, we wouldn't have thousands starving for single morsel, Thousands begging for single Rupee, Thousands living in single garment..... )

4. Every other day there must be a Big Fat Indian Wedding, Big Fat Indian Festival, and Big Fat Indian Funereal of the lead actor who will come back alive after a month.. ( the battle of T.R.P's has made medical science, specially plastic surgery a huge hit in country, hate your face go under the knife,  )     

5. Cruel in-laws , torturing the Devi ( goddess) like Lead actress . ( No matter what, the girl must always be in trouble. the great philosophy of Hinduism- do your Karma rather suffer, don't expect result, result?? High T.R.P- Television Rating Point )

6. End of real society, they beat the drums of our great culture, the big Parivaar (family), but society?? (The lead actress , marries Three times a year, she is so perfect , that her husbands cant live with  her, due to his imperfections. When she wants she leaves the family, goes to become a beggar, ends up in red light area, but is rescued by her would be Fourth husband.)

7.  No laws, no court, no legal trouble, its all solved in the family with the Divine Power of Forgiveness taught in our culture, . (Or as Oscar Wilde said" Forgive your enemies nothing annoys them so much." is the hidden weapon used by leading lady)

8.  Leading Ladies are rebellious under the Pallu, (covering of head). They refuse the advances of cruel husbands, they try to Follow Gandhiji's ideal of telling truth. (But married life ruins their aims of being IAS, IPS, Dancer, Singer etc etc, none is ever achieved).

9.  The Vamps are always more beautiful and the always nourish the Poison Tree of  Blake, ( With all the hideous, planing plotting , failing, she still has time to be polished and fragrant-ed)

10. No matter what, recession, budget, elections, nothing hinders the family from wearing new clothes, new shoes, new ornaments every single day. ( Indian market must have very different Gold value than that of world. ) 

The story never moves, the Granddaughter and Grandmother age very similar, If one sister speaks Hindi in British Accent  then other speaks in irritating rural accent with a pan inside mouth.... 

If Indian Village means bright sarees, and Well and conservative people, Then City people present puritan culture that's nowhere to be found in reality.  

   Finally how much rich you are never matters, the family gives the Caterers, the contact for party, but 
you will find the New wed bride is cooking for more then three hundred guest alone, but waiters serving , suddenly Food gets all eaten up, you keep biting your finger, the episode ends...  

A young girl is married to a rich Psycho just after passing out High School , and she is abused, Finally today she raised her voice... They begin with good morality, like Saving Girl Child, Against Child Marriage, Abolition of Dowry , Educating Girls, Against Martial Rape, Working mother's problem, Widow remarriage, etc but all get washed up within months...   

Every other day my Grandmother say's her Favourite Soap is coming to end next week, but its the same story for last Two years.... Again my younger cousin brother is too, glued to the soaps , and from there he is harboring the Ideas of Big Fat Wedding for my elder sister....

The Nuptial Ties are very sacred in our cultures, our societies,, our religions, the television industry forgets India is a land of Diversity, not just land of  Northern India ( I am not being regional and I don't support regionally Biased views)  which is wrongly depicted and wrongly depicting- Bengali as Broken Hindi, Sikh as only Gurudwaras, South Indian as an U and A after their Hindi. Northeast means Mongolian looking girls, With due respect I am in love with real culture, but not the commercialized vandalism they present..

But.....  Mom says its not one of my good post, nothing new to read, but I was really angry with all that's being aired........

P.S- Give us a break, we are literally irritated when we watch the television, these Daily Soaps really make the Television a Idiot Box. Recreate the classic Stories of , Shivarama Padikkal, Ashapurna Devi (its being done), Rabindranath Tagore, Premchand, a list of endless follows.....

thanking you to bear with me

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Carnival of Family Zoo

 A family that prays together stays together....

My family is a nuclear family (technically) yet  forever a joint family of increasing number of pets , we are member of four- my beloved modern day Subarnalata Mom, followed by my short tempered Old man- Papa and Guardian-angel of me and a Shopaholic princess my elder sister.. But off course My maternal grandparents and cousin brother and sister are part of the family...

Today, words are penned not for them but my other family members... Yes my pets are not just pets but my brothers, sisters, granddaughter etc etc..., So here I write about the members who cant speak, but love and love you, until they are called....   So they are...

In this carnival of life, we are animals and our life a zoo, well our zoo has more creature than  zoo of others..


Well she came to us from my cousin brother's Cat Minni's first born batch,. My mom asked my brother to give Jassi's brother who was very similar in colour. Three kittens were born, and she was the tiniest of them. But when my mom went to bring the kitty, my cousin brother, camouflaged her to us...  When she came we thought she wont live long, but fate had other plans... out of all the kittens she became most beautiful. She can be called a perfect cat. High concentration, goal oriented. A great hunter, search cat, thief , and serious , cruel mother... But of course Romancing younger and handsome cats. just like her mother  That was my Jassi Paul. Her name came from a popular serial aired then. When we called her she would be there,. When we would go out of station she wont leave the house, but starve on the roof and wait for us.  She can be termed as Hachiko , may be even better. But all great life come an end, we don't know if her life ended, as she is missing for last  ten months. If you are up there may your soul rest in peace....

When he came he was the world's naughtiest puppy, with lovely eyes. Little Paul got his name for one reason- when he arrived he was tiny ball of White fur. I loved him, everyone loved him. He never gave us a quite moment from the day he has stepped in. A rare dog who loved snails, cow dung, and any other rubbish we asked not to eat... But later he became the best brother...   A watch dog for whole lane.. Everyday our love increases for you. He loves cat, he hates his race, but his best friend was Jassi. Now he hates food, and only remedy to his mood swing is one word Mummy !!!!
 Hence is called Shada Baba :)

Daughter of Jassi, she was the first alive kitten from the third born batch , with her brother Dimmi. She is a tabby. Opposite of her mother, a failed hunter, jolly, graceless, loving mother. Her name came to her from the Bangla word Kakra meaning crab. Her nails  are poisonous, when she was small, she used walk over us with scratches, cuts which use to cause itching. She has a record of roaming around the neighborhood, Romancing really Old toothless cats, and producing ugly babies,. Hence Kakri Paul it is..      


The most loved cat of all time, Goldie Paul. Bought by my sister, after bringing him she became bankrupt. Now we Mom and Dad are on verge of being Bankrupt.  An expensive delight to our new house, and eye candy to Mom and me. Well he did not have name for the first few months of his life. As my sister was so mesmerized by him, that she failed to find a name for him. He too like Little has problem with good food. He loves taking stroll at roof garden without permission. His characteristics are rare, as he is eternally sad, no expression takes place, other purr purr purr!!!!    

 Kakri playing on my books
                                                                                                                           Little and Jassi (BFF)



 Jassi's kitten...
Puchu Dey

They are just my family members, gone and present. We have Puchu Dey ,, Jassi's beautiful daughter with her one week old tabby kittens and rabbits in my cousins family, . Again we have Jassi's and Kakri's kittens sent to our Maid's  village.Finally we have a orphanage ( my friends tell so, just the open veranda in ground-floor. ) for stray dog Tommy, and her elder son Bondhu, and two daughter Tiktiki, Kethri Jr. and Lengru.  

 If they had been human, I bet except Jassi none could pass out High School, all of them suffer from ADD.

P.S- This family eats together, but I wonder if we pray together, as we are busy in, shouting, Barking, and Purring :)

thanking you to bear with me

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Roll, Roll, Rolling

A rolling stone gathers no moss:-

A very classic proverb, explaining the importance of being stuck to one aim and achieve it till the end. Well when I was kid, I heard many proverbs in our Morality Classes every Monday. Our teacher used to tell that we should never be like a rolling stone ,which was never stationary,. If we were to change paths in every new problem we would fail in life. With this morality Gyan ( Wisdom in Sanskrit), she asked to develop our character. For example- to be attentive, soft spoken, speak up truth, follow what teachers say etc etc....

On the other-hand I have always been a twisted mind, so I have had been mending, bending, breaking the Proverbs according to my mindset-  I grew up mostly doing the opposite of what my teacher said above. Example- Fickle minded, rude- rather merciless in my words, Always speaking my version of truth- indirectly a rebel ....

So Today I  present my version of the meaning of  A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss..

We humans can never fight or stand a chance against Time. So in this exploitative world we must keep our legs on two boats. Like a rolling stone, we must, we should be rolling. We should not hold up to our small pieces of success. Stationary is equivalent to Stagnation ( not in real terms). Stagnation is the end of  achievement. The words- try try try but never cry, tells, learn from our experiences in every failure. But in today's world Experience is the Comb time gives you after you have lost all your hair. Sad but Reality... We need success at one go, not tales of hard-work.  Of course I support hard work, but my Professor said its the time for Smart work over hard work... As I believe in Classical  Wisdom of Travel brings knowledge, I ask everyone, to stop and review:-

Is this what I want? Hold on to my secured present that has no exciting past, no future anxiety?    Here I speak of the urge to move on, not lethargic Ideal of Past is golden, Present sucks, and I am Worried for my future....

Again I trace back to my Blog-post Pearls of Wisdom- Satisfaction is Ancient, Greed is in vague
(again  greed of grasping new things, walking on new paths visiting every place you want, not materialistic life)...

Hence I prefer to be a A Rolling Stone ( no not a fan of the band, nor the magazine) but just roll around, and gather no moss...

P.S- So I finally decided to preach the world my version of the proverbs in my blog once every week.

thanking you to bear with me