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The rain reminds...

naina laggeyan baarashan
tu sukke sukke sapne vi pijj gaye
naina laggeyan baarishan
rove palkan de kone vich neend meri

naina laggeyan baarishan
hanju digde ne chot lage dil te
naina laggeyan baarishan
rut birha de badlan di chhaa gayi

kaali kaali khaali raaton se
hone lagi hai dosti
khoya khoya in raahon mein
ab mera.. kuch bhi nahi
har pal har lamha
main kaise sehta hoon
har pal har lamha
main khud se yeh kehta rehta hoon

tujhe bhula diya
phir kyun teri yaadon ne
mujhe rula diya .

teri yaadon mein likhe jo
lafz dete hai sunaai
beete lamhe poochhte hain
kyun hue aise juda.. khuda
khuda mila jo yeh fasla hain
khuda tera hi yeh faisla hain
khuda hona tha woh ho gaya
jo tune tha likha

naina laggeyan baarishan
tu sukke sukke sapne vi pijj gaye
naina laggeyan baarishan
rut birha de badlan di chhaa gay

dol pal tujh se juda thha,
aise phir rasta muda thha,
tujh se main khone laga,
juda jaise hone laga,
mujh se kuch mera

tu hi mera liye abb kar dua,
tu hi is dard se kar de juda,
tera hoke tera jo main na raha,
main yeh khud se kehta hoon,

tujhe bhula diya
phir kyun teri yaadon ne
mujhe rula diya..

how agni was defeated...

once upon a time lived a happy agni...










then ritu barges in n attacks agni...












....n thus agni is defeated n ritu achieves success in cutting agni's year old locks...







now agni looks like human being....




doesnt he look gud???....

Survival Tragedies and their ecstatic comedies…..

your question is y am i laughing???......... you will understand in the next few mins...





Listen guys out there… you should not laugh at others grieves… it’s a bad habbit. People fall in great trouble and unable to find help ,write to the experts for help. But we people who r more or less satisfied with the torn shoe named “life” enjoys a great deal out of such columns in newspapers and magazines…. But we should not…
Should and could are two words we use a lot for our responsibilities which we do not like to carry out… but still, the following few cases I’ ve written below to flash our shameless society. Every bit of it sending messages of humanity to learn something… keep reading below as I wouldn’t like 2 bore you philosophically and psychology any more….!




1. I am 22 yr old boy. I study in a commerce college. My problem is that my girlfriend is taller than me. When we started our relationship about 9 years ago, she was shorter than me. She loved me very much then . But now things have changed. She is 5 inches taller than me. It is a very shameful situation. She does not like going out with me or introducing me to anyone. I don’t like this. She even gifted me an exerciser from Telebrands. I have been using that for the last 7 months but its not working. Now she is no more interested in me. I think our relationship will break. I love her very much, no matter she is tall. I don’t want to loose her. Please help.
Estranged Lover.


Reply: Mr. Lover. Stop pining over things that will not change. You should have genetically cross checked her( via her parents height) and calculated how much she can grow compared to you. It’s very normal that she is ashamed. Even you would have felt the same, had you been in her place. People are walking out for 5 cms, 5 inches is too much. Please accept the inevitable and stop complaining about exerciser brands here. My advice is to forget her and move on… coz Love is no more blind nowadays. It checks and recheck and then again checks before committing and still could not give guarantee even as good as your ceiling fan’s company…

[ Moral- Love is too extravagant an emotion for the human race to afford. ]



2. I am a beautiful girl. I have a small problem and I know you can solve it. I have a father who has a mother. That mother is my mother. But I have another mother who owns my father. Therefore I have total 2 mother who does not know each other. That other mother is also my mother but does not like father. There is another father of that mother who is not my mother. But my mother knows that father and my father does not know that other father knows my other mother. But my father who is owned by my other mother doesn’t know that other father. But I know everything now. I stay alone in a boarding school. So my problem is…whom do I cal father and mother?

Anaita Jaiswal, Class VI, Blue house Prefect, Birla High- New Delhi.

Reply: No comments!!!
I mailed this question to a CAT paper setter and it might appear next year in the entrance. But personally I would like to strangle all her sets of parents that she has tried to permutate and combinate.

[ moral: we are much luckier than it seems to us]


4. I am a 32 yr old man. My problem is that my wife is a chain smoker. She smokes everywhere- car, bedroom, toilet even kitchen. Even the food she makes tastes like nicotine. I am a strict non-smoker as I have asthma. We do not sleep with each other, hence we have no children. Everyone laughs at me behind my back because my wife smokes and I cant. Things are becoming unbearable day by day. Whenever I see someone smoking, I misbehave. That’s affecting my pressure as I have high pressure. Tell me what can I do.

Hopeless husband.


Reply: Respected sir, what is your problem? Is it that YOUR wife smokes or is it that YOU CANT smoke??... That children part you can make understanding with your wife for 1 particular night and about your pressure, please show a general physician. Stop being a male chauvinist and try to talk it out with your wife rather than chiding a fellow smoker. It’s you who is feeling hopeless. Help yourselves.

[ moral: marriage is a commitment from heart. No one is boss, no one is slave ]


4. I am a teacher at a private school. I teach physics. I had been teaching in this school for the last 10 years and have made a note copy of mine from which I dictate notes to my students. I take very good care of that copy but last Saturday the most horrible thing occurred. Someone stole my note copy . Now I am shattered . I don’t know what to do. I cant take my classes.In this way I will loose my job. I think some student has done it who wanted all the notes in one go.. Please advise.

Physics teacher, south kolkata, std 9 to 12, call 943252990

Reply: Your are the biggest crook I have ever met on earth. First of all physics is not a subject to dictate. Its high time you spare the school and its deprived students. Had I known this 10 years ago, I would have burnt your notes copy. To hell with your job. And last of all, this column is not a place to advertise your sinking career. Don’t you dare write here again.

[moral- Education doesn’t exist anymore…. If interested, enlighten youself.]




5. I am a 24 yr old newly wedded girl. My mother in law is behaving very sweetly since I arrived . She has not behaved like all other mother in laws like I had seen in TV. She doesn’t not even brainwash my husband. She does not shout if I wake up late after my husband has left for office. She is very sweet and that is my problem. I am feeling afraid she might do some bigger harm. So I am very quiet. What do I do? Inform the police?

Shalini Srivastav.



6. I am a 52 year old widow. I live with my son and daughter in law. My son has been newly married to a girl who is std 12 pass. I don’t allow to do her anything as I fear she might do grave mistakes that will upset my family’s norm. She watches TV all day and does not show any interest in family. I don’t think so she loves my son , so I am not at all bothered that he will throw me out of the house. But I think she doesn’t not trust me. How do I know what she feels about me? Please suggest.


Ranika Devi.


Reply: Dear readers, I received the above two mails from the same address in the same day as given below:

Sri Teerath Srivastav
Nirmal Apartments
#39 Santa Cruz
Vasai.
Mumbai.

I think this Teerath named fellow is the unfortunate son cum husband, not knowing what’s cooking in his home. He better go to some “teerath yatra”. I just wish him luck and this mother- daughter-in law duo just write to each other rather than writing me. And for god’s sake stop TV serials with melodrama. Mom-in-lws can be good, so can be daughter-in-laws.

[moral-Trust is the healer. There is nothing stronger than trusting a liar’s lies, coz one day ur trust will compel him to speak the truth.]



7. Hello everyone(teachers, especially computer sir). I am a boy of 15 studying in the same class as my this friend from whose computer I am mailing. He is a very bad boy. He has virus in his computer and he gives those virus to everyone. Now everyone is affected. I am sending you as an attachment, an autorun virus for example from his computer. He cheats of everyone and get good marks in computer. I don’t like this. I study very much and still get 21 out of 40. this is not fair. So I am telling this secret to everyone. I know ritu didi is fair enough and she will print my letter . And everyone will know what is happening in my class. Now I am happy.


Prateek Laha. via e-mail.

Reply: sweet baby brother, you forgot to mention your cheater friend’s name to ritu didi. Now she cant help. She did her level best by printing your letter, rest we can keep our fingers crossed coz you have not even mentioned your school, class or even your beloved computer sir’s name. Please learn something from that physics sir of south kolkata. He has even given his mobile no. Lastly…next time don’t try to mail autorun or any such things u feel is a virus.

[ moral- when the shrewd complains about the rude… take a back seat and watch the movie]



Readers………………………………….and the trophy goes to………….


8. Listen everyone. I am going to commit suicide. I will kill myself at 12.56 pm on next Tuesday. I chose this time because my astrologer told it’s a very good time. I might get promotion in heaven. No one is responsible for my death. I am dying because I am thinking about my future which also needs to be secured, since it was my childhood dream to go to heaven. Now that all my 5 daughters and six sons are married I don’t have any tension. My beloved wife left me when my last son was born. I managed a lavish burial for her. I hope she has already made very good arrangement when I reach there in heaven. I will try to memorize my savings and investments in case she asks. But I don’t think so she will do that because she loves me and I also love her. She was very beautiful when we got married. Friends, I love you all. Please come to my “shok sabha” which my sons will arrange in due course of time. Please prepare your funeral speech from now only. Thank you.

Sitaram sethi.
Sethi villas.Owner of Sethi Enterprise and Sethi Water works.


Reply: Ritu is too spell bound to write anything, hence………………………………. !!!!



[ moral- The ‘fool-est’ is the happiest :P]




Enough of it Guys… now stop laughing…. Its bad to laugh at such grievous situations…You can still write to me… I will try to solve your daily problems. Any problem with the milkman, driver, newspaper seller, boss, maidservant, even ex-wife will be entertained here. Children can improve their grammatical skills with wren n martin till then and not torture the adult group by sending viruses. Teachers… stay away… especially physics, maths teachers…smokers and ni-laws, consult general physicians…or ur other relatives. I am paid to listen to such stuff, or else I would dealt with each one of them personally for mentally harassing me with such letters.I might even end up writing such a letter one day to suhel seth.



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PS… This material is copy right reserved. No part or piece has been copied from any magazine or any form of media. Even morals are given by me. Please do not try to forge anything…………. Till then, keep smiling..

Love with Presi...

Presidency wasn’t my first choice. I qualified B.Arch in BESU[ Bengal College of Engineering and Science University] via WBJEE. Having a shockingly high rank, I got through smoothly but alas… I missed the councelling dates.and that’s the end of the story and beginning of a new story. But before that, I cant miss out this short para on my experience to BESU for 2nd counseling.
I reached BESU campus and searched like anything throughout to find the counseling hall. It was the year 2005… a turmoil- filled era regarding seat reservation scuffles which turned into starve-till-death revolution and ended up with enormous political conflicts. I feared this campus coz of its infamous internal ragging sessions and its forceful political attitude. I don’t like politics until its burning my back, then only I play politics and can really sometimes turn tables.
Anyways, I reached the hall… around at 10.30, counseling 2 begin at 11. Around 200 heads came for just two seats. There was hardly any place to sit n as I found one at the 2nd last bench, I made myself comfortable. I dint knew y no1 chose that comfy place.. I discovered a little later. I found myself the target of many questionable eyes mainly of the opposite sex. Feeling a little cautious, I checked whether the reason was some exposed lingerie or not, then 2 my awe I found that the sex ration was simply 9:1 . Yes readers, there were 177 boys n 19 gals. I cursed the fairer sex for not qualifying n also the practice of female- foeticide . Me, one of those 19 gals sat among guys n all other 18 gals who were ‘ Indian-ly’ dressed chose to sit in a group. It was no doubt they hailed from girls school n considered boys to be an incurable contagious disease. They made themselves seated at one corner of the hall.I dint notice the gang much coz I had 2 rush to some party that evening after the counseling. ppl with 200+ ranks came there. I was feeling a bit proud with 37. Although I got a seat, I dint took admission and neither do repent it this day. Later I found that batch had only 2 gals… I cant care less!

After this horrifying experience, Presidency was dreamland. Its walls spoke of legends, its look gave a tour to the glorious past.I know I was walking the isle…the isle of glory, the land of books, the empire of dreams.
Presidency was filled with 65% girls… hotly dressed… steaming n alluring the kolkata crowd charging their testosterones as well as their gfs’ adrenaline ( out of jealousy). The only college to compete with Presi was St. Xaviers. Those 12 inches mini skirts, hot pants with balloon tops , torn n faded jeans, sexy capris, backless choli with transluscent saris at occasions,….. these 5’2” to 5’8” ers rampantly killing the onlookers at Xavotsav. One of my best friend ,student of chemistry honours there.. used to say …” u know ritu… the gate will break down at any moment if these hungry hooligans don’t get a pass”… she was cool at 5’6” with a model-like fig. but I always complained of her dress disasters n make-up mismanagement. She could have dated 2 scores of men till now if she had listened to me. The only thing I pushed her 2 do was a haircut… n that’s it…! I don’t have any idea how Xaverian ladies treated their male ratio but Presi dint care much. Only a handful of cool dudes n rest , still residing in their mother’s pouch.

The most fascinating department was Economics. We had to cross through this department to go to chemistry department for our pass classes.I sometimes thought how they managed time to look so cool over the normal. Once I spotted a guy with four different hair-colours.. He had even gelled it… I stared n stared while chadan asked..: “what r u seeing?... like the guy??”… I gave such a horrible expression .. n then thought..” naamuraad… tenu ye bhi na pata hai k tu joker lage hai!!!” [worthless , don’t u know u r looking like a joker] … I chuckled to myself. A few days later I spotted him with a gal with red hair… ‘ rab ne banadi jodi’…!!!

Due to long distance, I preffered wearing kurti to college, descent and sober… and the worst part I remember is men wearing kurta to colg, teamed with jeans. Some black n white films used to flash before me seeing some of them while others looked as cool as they could be. hence our dress codes was the first aspect that started defining our characters. Next step was hairdo. Men normally stuck to parachute oil, some 2 pig-smelling gels, n some dint even care 2 comb it. Girls were more cautious. Some took care of their long mane,some gave a make-over haircut. I was one of them. In second year.. I transformed myself 2 a complete kolkata gal—gave a haircut, banished the kurtas, n stuck 2 serious eye-make up. This whole drama was not to attract but 2 bring about a feel-gud change in myself.
Bham was too happy with my haircut. He got linz’s new digcam n clicked a lot of pics… linz’s look-gud tips even worked well. Transformed from a complete nerd to an important part of the physiopal grp… I dint mind bunking classes and watch “munnabhai”.. mass-bunking becoming an intoxication day by day, especially those dictation classes.
Before that I used to consider bunking as murder or something of that sort.

Presidency composed of these 3 Ps - as follows:

Politics… a P of presidency…
The hottest selling news of kolkata during the January every year is politics in undergraduate colleges. It was more ferocious than the state polls. The front page of all Bengal newspapers keep printing about polling.. Presidency being the celebrity.the clashes…the flashes as well as the ashes of all burning sensational news was about our college polls. SFI[Student’s federation of India]- IC[ Independent Consolidation]. These two parties fought, sometimes cold sometimes hot. I knew all these drama before but got a spine-chilling experience after I entered the college. Politics have chewed away hundreds of super-intelligent brains of Bengal. But still… it demands more…
Its uncontrollable like a disease. It targets everyone.. good or bad and pulls along with it like the centre of a hurricane. At the end, it destroys everything. Destruction was the only end it had… nothing else. Xaviers was never heard of so much drama. We, the Presidencians were tigers in all aspects… I don’t understand what was the point of being tigers in intra-affairs. Star anando, kolkata TV, Etv bangle n so on…. Reporters came like bees from a beehive. Escaping after a poll was another risky affair. No wonder the candidates who stood for a party suffered more tortures, their families even given threats. I feared facing people after and during our polls.. the whole kolkata police giving protection inside the college premise and even then some arrested at the end of the day. I-cards used to be a must. The height thing was politics was taken seriously by the whole college… professors, principals, lecturer,… whatever u say…maybe even Group- D staff. It was simply because it decided their fate of posts and position. A government institute where monthly fess was Rs. 80 to 110., everything was decided by polls and the chair. No one meddled in.. Bengal politics boiling in the womb of Presidency.. year after year, generation after generation.I don’t know how much I have been just to the whole affair, but inspite of being aloof of all these, I got its heat…


Prem in Presi…[ Prem=love]

I don’t get this. An area filled with mostly gals… how can u be so serious about falling in love?...
Arre… chhele thakle toh prem korbe… r jaa ache tate kaaj cholbe naa bhai…
[ if there r guys then only u have option but whatever u have doesn’t serve the purpose]


When I was in school, there were handsome guys all over… here, there where ever u look… it became a norm for me, even the gate-keeper was good-looking… so when I came to Presidency, things turned out just the opposite…, the first worst experience being at the sight of agni. First I thought he was a flirt, then I noticed that he was effeminate and then wotever I guessed was right. Although he was cute, he had an unshaven look, lokked almost 10 yrs elder 2 me and preferred to befriend gals. some more guys whom I don’t remember too well, even they looked like uncles…rather our senior batch men were much more hotty… ;) almost all the 2007 batch men looked gud.. a blow 2 our batch.Although I dint find rest of guys much interesting, but neelanjan was eye-catching with his extra-kilos.I wonedered and wondered and just couldn’t conclude that how he collected them while I couldn’t ,spending almost same amount of time on earth. Bham joined him later n I stopped thinking about them at all. sugs… a supposedly eligilble bachelor…[till he opens his mouth]..6 ft, slim, fair with highly defined facial contours, even gud at academics, his spect frame added flavour 2 his looks.he was blind[ 7. sumthing power] Well, I really don’t why he was ditched every time he fell for a gal but I equally dint knew y did he choose those gals on the 1st hand[ half of them looked double his age as well as weight]. Sayan, our topper looked the most cool n careless guy of the class. He wore a t-shirt till its worn out n supposedly never cared about his hair or torn bag. His books n notebooks looked as if owned by a back bencher..A real eligible bachelor, this guy found his love at the final year of graduation. A cute beautiful girl 3 yrs younger to him, simply dressed n modest behaviour. By far they r the best couple I have seen. Bham still eyeing sakhshi at intervals. Had he looked around, he would have found a chubby cuty by now and even had his first bhamlet. Sumitash n I spent so much time fighting with each other that we forgot to look for eligible spouces for ourselves.. priyanka had long term plans.. her career was more important. I don’t think she had ‘ love’ chamber in her emotions’ list . Her sudden mood swings gave us eternal frights…saakshi was commited, so was linz.
These r just a few instances of love in presi.. but some ppl were really lucky. A couple from geology was really cute. I liked them. Some had disasters that left bad mental injury. I was somewot lucky.. NO PAIN NO GAIN…case. Agni being a pseudo bf, no one ever questioned my relationship status.
The lover’s lane bringing back memories of juvenile love where bargain starts with good looks and good marks.
“pehli nazar mein kaisa jadu kar diya… tera ban beytha hai mera jiya….
Jane kya hua.. kya hoga kya pata…is pal ko milke aa jeele zara”

I smile to myself n say..”wot if the world goes blind and suffers complete darkness?... will luv exist no more?... wot if seeing is no more believing??... wot if??” … hardly matters.. these couples wud deny each other presence in each other’s life after a year or so.


Porashona in Presi [ the exam time n results as well]

We had the worst syllabus in the country with the worst examining methods, dates, administrations.. CU be f****d.
This is wot students said.. n they were true. It will kill ur self-confidence with its careless checking methods n paralyse ur mental state by the marks they print even without thinking… 1 damn practical exam will determine the numerous practicals u have done throughout the year. If u r lucky that day, its fine… if not u r simply chucked out by fate. Kolkata rains playing further fowl during those exam dates. I almost swam 2 the exam centre 2 appear for paper 3 practs. 6 hours of exam with wet clothes on.
“chahe kitna bhi karo sitam , has has ke sahenge hum”..

Presidency always made it to the topper list bypassing all colleges of kolkata. Wherever we went, eyebrows rose at the name of Presidency college, kolkata. The HODs , deans and professors hailed from presi all over India.
“tumi bangali?... presidency??? “… they keep asking… a smile appearing at the thought of rosogolla n durga pujo
We sold ourselves at brand name. 4 out of 12 made it 2 the Msc. genetics dept from presi.
Half of them placed abroad for PHd n rest in better positions within India… it is a matter of pride.
Those horrifying days of Xerox n rattafying notes… suggestion preparation, made-up answers.. then cheating as the last resort… a short experience related below.
1st yr, 1st half yearly exam..
Seating arrangement was according to roll nos.
Sakshi had micro-mini Xerox from her shop[ she had 2 pay 4 them] , priyanka beside her.., chadan , linz also in that row….. next row neelu , bham , agni, krish… 3rd row… me ,sugs, sumitash n sayan… the other rows had krish, madhu, uttam n so on … it was histology lab,the largest lab of our dept. If there were no furnitures there, it would have looked like an auditorium.
After 15 mins of papers distribution, we started writing.. the hustle-bustle started…
Sakshi jotting down from her micro-minis, linz n chadan writing themselves, agni doing sumthing I couldn’t figure out but I knew it was criminal. In our row, every1 wrote seriously…
Neelu asks bham in whisper:” hey.. do u know short term defn of obesity?”… I couldn’t control my laughter…that was the best thing they shud have known .sum 96 kg bham n 100+ neelu discussing about obesity.
I had probs with 2 questions.. gluconeogenesis n retina layer question. My nearest neighbour sumitash was advised 2 write that answer first.. when he completed I asked him the points. He handed me the paper with further discussions. Each answer was 2 be written in 1 separate paper which helped our copying-organisation run very well. Since a sleeping AKS was the guard, we dint worry much. He was far away.. n by the time the fatso will turn up here we will settle back 2 our own papers.
Ritu, the great, started correcting spelling mistakes in sumitash’s paper. “oh ..for god’s sake ritu.. stop it”.. I resume 2 copying business, no more social service. Then , sayan asks sugs..” oi, wot is ferritin?”
Sugs with his deepika padukone smile speaks..” oh god, u don’t know?”
Sayan: no
Sugs: u don’t know?
Sayan: no..
Sugs: arre ferritin u don’t know?
Sayan: aree, !@##$%^&*(.... (slangs in Bengali)… I don’t know that’s y am asking u….!!!
Sugs, silently hands over his paper 2 sayan.

My next query… gluconeogenesis..
Next best neighbour cum frnd was agni..
Me, whispering : agni, gluconeogenesi???
Agni turns away… I feel he wont help me…after ten secs he looks back n slaps a long notebook in my desk…
Me, afraid to death: wots this?
Agni: find it out…..its my notes copy..
I should have fainted by his gesture, but I dint. While I digested the trauma… sumitash took the notebook and thrust it in a drawer below his table… n said: ‘no need 2 write that answer, write sumthing else”… I came to know now, wot kind of crime agni was doing… agni is super intelligent.. these stupid mugging business was not his part. He scored too well to prove any1 wrong, rather the most intelligent guy I hv ever met.
At the last hour, answer sheet flew like paper planes throughout the hall. Some even stapled others sheets for submission. Agni , very coolly collected his sheets from 5 different ppl n then walked 4 submission. I don’t remember who scored the highest but I remember this whole non-preparatory affair during exam.

That was fun but we were damn serious about our exams…. Don’t take offences.. we did such things only during test matches, not one days…

Life in presi was awesome. Physiopals n other presidencians can add their experiences.

My Friend: a gift of God

"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.
Walk beside me and be my friend."

A very special tribute to friendship. I do have other special friends but debut demands bham’s name…
Bham or Subham Dasgupta or subho… whatever u guys know him to be… he is a real friend to us…especially me, who has counted friends. I do not belive in diplomacy and that’s why may be my friend circle do not constitute a huge crowd. How bham n me have become close frnz is another topic of debate…although he is jus the opposite at times.

Year 2005
Place : Presidency premises, Physiology Dept.
Setting: the dept. corridor..
An extra pounded fellow with a cotton cloth bag timidly walks towards the lecture theatre.We had supposedly completed a PM’s lecture. Already two weeks of college was over and mostly all teachers been vividly introduced to us and vice versa. The class gets over and I walk out timidly following Neelanjan, my classmate who like the ever-best-friend-of-the-unknown runs to greet the fellow. Flabbergasted, I watch as the 2 quintals of flesh bounce to each other called sumwot like a “hug”…. I chuckle. Being the thinnest girl in my school as well as this class, I really admire the fact that I will be doing classes with these two fellows.They instantly remind me of humpty dumpty… how about a photograph framed with them???... well, there are such instances as u can see…
Many other classmates surround him [ he still cud be seen] , while I stand out.
“which school?...section?.. where do you stay?... oh Jadavpur!!! … ok ok.. South point?.. ok , do u know that guy?.. wow, I studied in that tution, how come I never saw you?.. but I did..”…they hurled at him..
“Subham… Subham Dasgupta…no no… Bijoygarh.. Hi.. yes, Pradhan sir’s tution… “ he tried to answer them coolly..
The Questionnaire session carried on till some proff, I don’t remember, interrupted.I was still an onlooker. I dint care to go up and ask him anything,… another kolkatan.. I sighed. !!!

Setting: LT, AKS’s dictation class..
23 students seated in the class taking Haematology notes.. They r in 4 rows, the tallest at the bak..[I don’t know why, the LT was a gallery, it dint matter much ]1st row filled with gals, 2nd row filled with gals + agni sitting immediate beside madhu.

This proff was supposed to teach us Haematology. The only thing he did was dictate from a papyrus-like notebook whose insurance I think he has done ofcourse,coz if he hasn’t ,his teaching career would go down the drains… I don’t know from where he had stolen it coz he cant pronounce all its words properly.. That one thin notebook is getting his monthly salary, year after year, batch after batch…. Anyways..
Where am I??... well guys, I am not in the class coz am late…!!! Yeah… as usual..!!
Simply running through college street, I dash through the colg premises, speeding through the monstrous stairs and bumping at the LT door.. I ask my fellow mates.. in sign language..” when did it start?”… Bham looks up.. he signals 2 enter.. and re-concentrates on eyeing sakshi…!!!.. he was simply not writing the dictation..
I feel devastated to find AKS inside. I eye bham badly, he doesn’t care, he was busy dancing in some park with sakshi in his day-dream… AKS smiles..thats it!!!.. well readers, I was just 35 mins late..in a 1.5 hr class.. that’s taken, right??

Bham’s crush: Sakshi Arora, a Punjabi hindu gal, extremyly fair and beautiful,the owner of Xerox shop which supplied huge Xerox just before the exams and also miniature copies for last minute rescue…. Despaired over her extra weight, post- waxing eruptions and the uncountable vrats she did. To top it all…she was commited to a Bong Guy… yeah….!!!!.. spent her time talking to her bf over phn, loitering in the romantic corridor n Bham staring with painful eyes at her..
“Bham, what’s up??”.. I enquire.
“nothing”….all he says.. I don’t delve deep into conversation. He was the metro-group guy n me the train-group gal, our friendship still germinating inside the seed coat, still uncertain of any long term investment.

Yr: 2005
Setting: Indian Coffee house
About 5 or 6 of us seated in around table in the most legendary adda place of kolkata …

Bham: ritu, do you have a boyfriend???
Me, a bit shocked: No.. I mean not really..
That was the first personal question he asked me… and today,…. I keep telling him personal things even if he is not interested.. lolz!!!
He is the only person who checks out differences in my mood, behaviour and classifies my smile to be real or superficial. He is the only person other than my sis who catches the ‘sumthing-wrong’ in me and really cares to do it right… the only guy who gets my news time to time and is updated with all my moods, I guess..
A declaration: If you do not get any news of me, call bham, he knows it obviously till the last second.
[2414-0088… that’s his landline no. DO NOT CALL, he will be throttled to death by his parents.]

1 year roll by… its second year… study time.. things have changed a bit.. the friend pairing goes as follows:
Me n agni, the BCL couple[ BCL= British Council Liabraries], bham pairing with madhu, sakshi- pri has cozied up, linz- chadan as bossom buddies, uti- jana still in premarital relationships but producing excellent muscle-twitch curves at the experimental classes…, neelu-sayan-sugs liked sharing the bed n books as always..madhu-suvosree contributing to the future of bengal politics rest have left either by qualifying MBBS or some sort of engineering course..

Bham: The legendary WBJEE aspirant.
Coming from a extremely education-rich background and surrounding as well, he was supposed to do MBBS, that’s another fate, he didn’t qualify the the state medicine entrance. His family depressed at his failure and he, suppressed by their ways. He got through Presi entrance and then struggled through the 2nd waiting list and reached us after Shreyoshi left for SMU biotech.., replaced her rather.
Bham was sitting for MBBS state entrance for the 3rd time and he himself made it a funny topic at the coffee table..my 5 yrs youger sister asked me whether bham –dada would giv WBJEE with her or not…!!!
How much we frnz understood his position but I wish his family too had done the same. He has his own passions: videography, photography[ my best pics clicked by bham] , pnpc, a great foodie[ plz go through his blog where he has rated around 25 resturants of kolkata in terms of food, its quality n service]…and a very adorable frnd. I treasure bham.

Year:2010
Setting: My new south kolkata flat..[ a shooting destination pre-planned by Bham]
Me, badly dressed, receiving news via sms that the duo is gonna arrive …I don’t change. Let it be.. its jus bham and agni.I don’t need to.

Bham and agni turn up at 3.30 pm.. I fry some fish chops which finishes within minutes.. then omlette, fruits n so on..
The main aim was to shoot a cozy scene of our film spoof: Ravanayam. Remake of Raavan!
Me: Mandodhrari , Agni: Raavan..
Suddenly munching fish fry, bham tells: ritu, take off whatever u r wearing..
Me, aghast: whatttttt?
Bham: I mean…change into some proper Indian wear. We r gonna shoot.
Bham demands to get all my make up I have there.. nevertheless to say, it was just a kajal n a lip gloss.. some not-so-cool dresses n he insists my hair to let loose in hot June afternoon.
“this is enuf, ritu!!!... u will do cool with this only..”.. bham remarks..
I nod him unsure of his still gestating ideas about Raavanayam…
The scene was a romantic one.. bham ties a small pony behind agni’s head 2 giv raavan a SRK look[ to be honest, his mane outshone mine, hence 2 cover up]. An uncomfy Agni is said to get closer and closer to get a close up.. with me.. [coz he was out-of-frame] after trying our level best, when I and agni reach an out-of-focus distance, we burst out laughing…. Agni n ritu has never-ever been able to deliver a romantic scene.. result: Agni and I rolling in laughter in the floor and the director-cum-script writer getting angry with every passing moment..
“will you guys be serious?… am not getting shooting dates.. only 1 song shot with Seeta[ linz] and u, the royal couple is not al all serious..”….. bham simply shouted…
Class 3 kids after getting badly spanked got serious n restarted the shoot, n gave an excellent take in just one go…!!...
Bham and I shared on-screen as well as off-screen chemistry. We used to shoot the talk shows of Doordarshan together at Jadavpur TV Centre. Our main aim was to have an early dinner at Banzara, our favourite hang out , a dimly lit area where chicken and prawn coudnt be distinguished from each other, no matter we ate happily.
Bham: ritu, abhijitda told about another episode next week, will u go?
Ritu: no way bham, I am not interested. I don’t receive pay checks in proper time. I am simply not going.
Bham: plz ritu…lets go… we can have food there afterwards.
As the two of us quarrel through college street, ppl around just cant imagine how 2 such indiv can be a couple..our weight-difference was same as the percentage we received in our graduation…some even laughed, some considedered us blind… in luv !!!.. we dint care. We loved each other in our special way. No gf-bf liaisons involved.
After nagging for 15 mins or so, I give in.. I take the pains of doing horrifying make up 4 half n hour at the studio, 6 hrs of shooting n then get rewarded with an excellent evening out with bham.

The bhai fota session

Linz and I very religiously do this. I starve since morning diligently only this particular day coz the person really matters. We collect all goodies n very traditionally perform the ritauals, our MSc classmates getting green with jealousy seeing our electrovalent bonding.

Year : 2008
Place : Rhesap, a hill station in north Bengal
Setting: 10,000 ft above sea level, hill top, we went for trekking, now I am almost breathess lying in bham’s arms.., 13 frnz surrounded me, linz playing real life doctor-doctor spraying steroid puffs in my respiratory canal, agni in the verge of tears, sayan-neelu trying 2 get transport help 2 the nearest health care I guess.., madhu feeding me hot water, uti,chadan rubbing my feet n hands, jana ,I guess pacifying me as I wept silently thinking about my end ,devoid of my family members…my right fist clutching bham’s jacket tightly… I faint. The last words I hear ..”ritu, ritu…

At the guest house bak after the trauma,“will you have an poach?...” I see bham saking with a smile, a plate of egg poach in his hand. He had ordered that for himself, but feed me instead… he takes real care of me as we head homewards after this disastrous excursion climax.I wish we were blood-related.

I cant exactly say when I and bham became close frnz.. But it got glued more with the post graduation years, now a Fevicol Relation. How my heart along with many others, ached when bham dint get through in biotec-genetics –neuro entrance. Then after 2-3 months, miracle ocuured n bham comes to south campus to do classes with the physiopal batch. Uti-jana lying at the north campus with their off-screen chemistry.But still a get together organiser , he is the string of the necklace called PHYSIOPALS.No damn gf, bf or even a 50-50f can break our friendship. We quarrel the most..topic related or unrelated. Any sort of tension and bham gets his usual dose of “stress buster episode” from me. I vent out all types of frustration 2 bham.. Linz being my next best choice, both r great confiders. Any irritation… call bham n vent out. Ha ha.. jokes apart, I really get hurt when he behaves irrationally and both of us ending into tears. Obviously we make up within a day or two… the ill effects being badly flashed in social networking sites as emotional taglines…
“u guys have quarreled??”…agni asks.. no answer. We have quarreled for the Nth time and agni is the central point which bham and me uses as media during quarrel, sometimes Linz replaces agni. But we make up.

Cutting out shortly,

• This guy shamelessly fidgets through Gariahaat to buy a ladies dress and forces me to change while still in colg, just 2 see me how I look..
• This guy fights for me amongst all my enemies and supports me inspite of my shortcomings, so does linz n agni.
• This guy invites me over his place and takes all risk although he knows well that he will b badly questioned after I leave as I was the only gal who went with 4 guys.
• This guy dies with tension if I do not reach home by 10 after 1 of those heavy shoot schedule.
……and many more such instances..

I don’t know where we would end up in the next 10 years but I really don’t wanna be out of touch from Bham… there r many ppl backing this blog…
Lastly, bham.. I luv you..



























PS. Well readers, Bham is alive… I just wrote this piece coz it came to my mind and Bham dearest… stop weeping , if u r at all doing so after reading this….

Sayonara Bengaluru….!

Day 5 : 12th June 2010

Sayonara Bengaluru….!











“ kasam ki kasam hai kasam se..
Humko pyar hai sirf tumse…
Ab ye pyar na hoga fir humse…..
Kasam ki kasam…….

The pigeon flies and perches on another sil. I follow it faithfully and continue…

“kuch isharo mein tumne …humse toh ye kaha hai..
Ab yakin aa raha hai….tum ko vi kuch hua hai…

It broods… I smile…
“kyu tumko dekte hai….kya dil mein sochte hai..
Toofaan jo uth raha hai…hum usko rokhte hai…
Kasam ki kasam…ha kasam…

………….ooooooooooooppppppppppppsssssssssss!!! The pigeon flies away….May be he was already married and dint like my extra-marital proposal. :P
Anyways, I return back to my room. When I was very young , I developed this strange habit of confiding in non-linguistic creatures. When I learnt my first English poem, it was a little sparrow whom I chose to be my audience.
Dressed in a red frock and two pony tails, I stood at the verandah. A sparrow was eating the biscuit pieces that I threw [ I bribed it to listen to my poem].
“ Twinkle Twinkle little star…
How I wander what u are?.......................[ I am still wandering though]

After finishing the pieces, the sparrow flew away…and me too entered my home satisfactorily. Almost 20 years have passed and I couldn’t shed my queer habit .Maybe this is the reason I love animals whereas human species is still an unanswered question to me…I would any day prefer a pet than a friend . There lies no question of betrayal. Sorry guys, no offence…but its an honest confession!

My flight was scheduled at 10.10 am and Aneesha’s at 11.55 am. We decided to start early. No hot water, hence bathing slot was deleted…result: Time saved. We ordered for some coffee…and then kakima cleared the hotel bill. Out of fear, we had booked an over-priced cab to the airport. The cab was in time. All we had food was coffee. We had packed cakes which we planed to eat for breakfast in the car but we didn’t, coz we were so busy watching the view. It was 7.30 am and the streets were empty. Hardly people could be seen, only a few florists and morning walkers. I pulled down the wind shield to get fresh air. The wind was so hard it was creating menace to my beautifully tied hair. Alas.I had to click some pics through the glass only. Wotever, we were busy spotting vijay mallya’s properties all throughout Bangalore. When we reached the aitport, cold wind was blowing. We had some more burning experience there. A funky guy , known to Aneesha’s , cme with flying colours from nowhere. He got through neuroscience. His way of taunting was too rude. Only I dint knew the guy, I got angry, may be so did aneesha.I maintained silence coz of defeat.
“ If you win you need not explain, but if you loose, you should not be THERE to explain”.

I strongly believe in this n so ignorance was a better idea. My mom called. My flight was rescheduled. It was 30 mins late. I opted to enter the airport n relax at the lounge.I wished goodbye to kakima and Aneesha in Bangalore.

This time I got to explore the Airport more nicely. As I crossed the gate, I found more Bengalis inside , east Bengalis mainly. The saris adorned in ‘ aatpoure’ style, a big red bindi, vermilion- a must and their above-the-normal decibeled voice…

“o boudi, tumi koichhila j ekhane oisob check-tek er bepaar nai., amago kolkatae koto jhamela boloto diki..?”…… one such lady passed by shouting…sorry, telling her sister-in-law.
*[translation: boudi means sis-in-law, boudi, you said that here there is no such checks of luggages… our kolkata has so much checking..isn’t it?]
Me being a pure east Bengali could decode their frustration. The main problem with us is we like to speak in our own typical type of Bengali, the famous “bangal “vasha. It comes to my mind, what would have happened if the 1960 riot would not have occurred. I might have been sitting in Dhaka, wouldn’t at all dare to travel to India. Being a conservative group, our girls are married away at a very young age.
“ joto rongo sosurbaari giye koroge jao…..ami ar tomar rong-dhong soite parine”…this is my mom’s favourite line. She completed her graduation after her marriage. At my age, she was already changing my nappies and busy feeding me. Being a topper from her colg, her parents dint mercy her. But I really do. Hence ,I want to escape.
*[translation: show all your colours( meaning nakhraas) at your in-laws’ place. Don’t irritate me. I cant stand it anymore]

“bathroom gula valo kao?...amago dumdum e ki nongra koira raakse…oi puchki r chhoto shala airport e chaakri korego. Ami khub koira koiya disi, boli sob sarkar er poisa zae koi?..eto guli koira taka lou r eirokomta koira raakso.vote diyi naai ami ebar CPM re…”
…………..came these conversation fluttering from a middle aged lady in white.
*[translations: these bathrooms are great, isn’t it?.our dumdum airport has dirty bathrooms. Puchhki’s younger bro-in-law works at the airport. I have berated him a lot, saying that who consumes all the government’s money?..thats why I dint vote this time to CPM party.]
Bengalis are famous for PNPCs [ Poro Ninda Poro Chorcha i.e discussion regarding others affairs-good or bad(mostly bad)]. Whenever, wherever, whichever topic …they can start a firey conversation with whoever they like. Range is from their house maid to their child’s principal. Don’t u guys get this idea from my writing skills? …jus’ kidding…!

I, kinda curious, went to check the washroom….really cool, …reminded me of the British Council library toilets, more spacious. I stared at the mirror n stood still. Oh God….I started… At the age of 2 or 3 maybe I started… n I m 22 now, this studying saga is still on…I re-adjusted my hair, washed my face and was about to leave when sum hottie entered. She must be in her early 40s, over-weight and troubled with hairfall [her short tresses said so]. I watched shamelessly. Aware of my gaze, she took out her huge collection of make up. I started counting like a kid. Half of them I couldn’t discover what they were. There were 3 things regarding foundation, a paint brush sort of ….to hide her wrinkles. She turned MF Hussain while painting her lips.4 different shades of lip colour, something called lip liner, tissues….n hell lot only to prepare those artificial lips. Then came the eye-make up collection. Total 9 items- liner ,mascara, shadow,…. kaajal was something I didn’t get why she had…then many more, a tong-like object for her lashes. Oh God…! What will happen if her husband sees her real look?...will he run away?has he already run away?...or it is her disease?...i got busy in my thoughts.. Suddenly she interrupted with an air of pride..” why don’t you do something to ur skin?”

Rituparna has always got answers ready for the shrewd n the rude…” …I don’t need ma’am…I have age and bones on my side.”…..thats all I said. I turned sideways facing the mirror, fakely adjusting my top but mainly to compare her 46” waist-line with my 26” , threw my long hairs back and walked out smartly… Hi ha ha ha ha…….
I cud smell her burning inside. People say..”Men will be men”…today I got it…y they don’t at all speak about women..!!!!........
Wotever………………..I checked in….moving on to the security check area…these ppl have got into the habit of extracting things from me….they took away my Bisleri this time…!!!
“ sorry ma’am , you cant carry water or any sort of liquid as cabin baggage….”
I looked inquisitively at her trying to remember where had I kept my 20 SPF sunscreen lotion which I haven’t used at all in my trip.
“You dint get any restricted items …right?”…I asked happily remembering my arrival trauma of loosing my scissors n penknife..
This time the security got inquisitive….., frowned and silently noted my ticket no. as well as seat no. from my boarding pass….
Now people out there…..do I look like a terrorist?....Al Qaeda or sumthing???....do i???no naa???.............what if I asked foolish question to the security!!!...chhado ji…ki fark pehnda hai???...mainu kaunsa Bangalore mein settle hone hai???[…no offense, I speak Punjabi when irritated]

The lounge is really cool. Some stores were there. People simply crowded at the eateries n coffee corners. I faithfully headed towards the bookstore. 30 mins more before boarding, enuf time to sneak-peek through the pages. Reading was not the target…I chose picture wala kitaabe….some traveller’s guide. At last I picked up a free newspaper.I noticed very serious ppl there. They reminded me of physics practical classes.I hated them. The serious grim look that pupils n teacher wore just to talk about barometers?????!!!!!! ...barometers???!!!
Oh my God…I gotta leave.
Boarding had already started. The honeymooners were returning. One man asked me whether they will be served water on board or not. His new wife glared at him so badly that he felt emabaressed with her behaviour…
“ufff….air hostess der jiges korlei parte…ora besi jane…kake na kae jiges koro…”…she interrupted.
*[translation: why didn’t you ask the airhostess?...they know better. Why are you asking unknown ppl?]
The man answered..”ja bojhono ta nie kotha bolona…..”.
*[translation: don’t speak on topics you don’t understand well]
I smiled to myself. He has already taken over his dominating character and she, her nagging behaviour. This will continue throughout their conjugal lives till they die.[ …coz bongs hardly divorce their spouses, howsoever unbearable he or she is].

I boarded the plane and took my seat. A corporate guy in his late 20s turned up .
“ hello ma’am. Is that 30A ???
Yes, it is.
Stranger: “that’s my seat.
Me: It cant be. I have choosen this seat at the time of e-booking. please check sir. You can also see my boarding pass.
Without further conversation, he summons a chinky airhostess.
“ sorry sir…its printed 30B and not A.”….she remarked politely.
Stranger: “but they said I wud get a window seat?”
Air-hostess : Sorry sir, u did spot booking. Ma’am had prebooked the seat. plz be seated sir.
He took out his glasses and looked carefully and then showed it to me like a class 3 kid shows sums that he culdnt solve. The lettes had smudged..[ God knows how]..I saw it frm his hand and nodded. He gave an unhappy look. Very noisily he arranged his things. First his bag and then his laptop. His sony erricson fell on me during this. I stared with awe.
Stranger: “extremely sorry. I hope u r not hurt?..hello, I am an engineer at infosys. Hardware professional.i am a gujrati settled in Bangalore. Have some work at Hyderabad office. so…..
[he mentioned his name. I am not mentioning here due to security reasons]
Stranger: You?...you must be a Punjabi girl???...pointing to my kada in my right hand.”

I handed over his cell and stared at him as if he had given all wrong answers to his viva questions. My cold and frowned looks made him uneasy.
Me: “no… I am a Hindu Bengali girl by roots from kolkata and I strongly belive in Guru Gobind singh and the sikh religion.” My tone was very grave and serious. I watched him from up to down like a PT teacher does if a student is dirtily dressed for his PT exam.
“Formal shirt, I-card, a watch he looked very often, high configuration mobile that he is checking out now n then 4 texts, a parker pen peeping out of his chest-pocket, oiled hair, rimless spects and a behaved look. I name him Curious Cat.
As I look out of the window,I give a good-bye look to Bangalore.
“where do you stay in kolkata?”….the curious cat enquires.

oh God…..I will change my seat if he keeps on irritating further. To hell with his window seat. I looked at him and said…”outskirts…you wont know.”
“salt-lake???”he grinned.
I think that was the only place he knew in kolkata. Most non-kolkatans know only salt-lake and consider that to be kolkata which is absolutely wrong. Its about 20 kms away from the main city. Salt-lake sector 5 is the city’s IT hub. All IT offices are there.
Me: “no. far away..”
Cat: “Do you take a train?...or Volvo…? Or private car???”
What the hell? I want to be left alone. Doesn’t this e-fellow understand that? He was creating a detest for all gujjus by his not-so-cool ways.
“No…sir. I take a train and now I am having slight headache and I really want to get some rest”….i said to him softly.
I closed my eyes. After about 2-3 mins he answered.. “actually its all because of the computer screen, late night shifts and so… you should not be continuously staring at the screen or else you will get spects like me. All IT professional have same prob. By the way you are also from IT sector …right?...
That’s the limit. He has done it. I wanted to punch him right on his nose ,snatch his Icard and throw it away, and break his cool phn to pieces. Instead I smiled. I have learned this at AIIMS—how to smile at patients in critical conditions.!!!
“yes……………what else do you want to know about me?….”…I looked at him and asked seriously. “ I am a student…MSc from CU. I don’t share gud relations with computer science. Whatever minimum knowledge I have that’s enough for me to sustain normal living.”
He was speechless.
I laid back in my seat while the plane started to take off. The small hills and roads below looked beautiful. God has been very careful about this miniature handwork while making this place.. Good bye Bangalore ,,I said unhappily while the view got lost in clouds….May god bring me here again. I really liked the place and people.
I tried to catch some sleep while my fellow irritant took out his laptop to keep himself busy. Now guys, I have this dying urge for electronic things, nothing specific for comps…all electronics…whenever I visit a city, I make sure I go to the electronics adda of that place. Bangalore being famous for this, I had planned to go with swadhin but he cudn’t make out time. Delhi…Nehru place, kolkata –chandni, even mumbai’s chor bazaar.
My b’day gifts from dad and relatives are mainly electronics…a dig-cam last yr, laptop last-to-last yr , pen drive hard drive …name it and ritu is a freak….!!! Lately Neelanjan’s sound amplifier is my latest crush. [neelu is my colg frnd].
The cat took out his laptop and placed it in the tray before him. A small HP laptop. It gave a raped look. God knows how many times this fellow had ripped it open just for his inquisitiveness. The black beauty’s keys were all white, a wire jutting out from behind, the LCD had turned pinkish , a strange tinkling sound came from inside.
When he saw that his laptop has caught my attention, he beamed again… “ very good laptop, hi-fi company….great service….evryone should opt for HP….”…he fitted something like a transistor with the lappy from behind ….”extra battery”..he smiled.
After switching it on he was introducing the laptop to me like a hardware salesman.
After 10 mins of lecture I said… “ sorry sir, an atom processor is never reliable and this set indeed do not have dual core processor. And please sir ..take care of it. Even if you luv a machine, it will be hale and hearty. Please do not separate its parts so often. And yes…Apple is the best. I use DELL, that’s the next best, I guess”…
I concentrated back into my magazine.
This time he stared at me. “ you said you know nothing of computers?”…as if that gave him the right to fool me…!
“ Its that I am not interested… I never said I don’t know.”
Nevertheless to say, I was the man of the match. He switched off his laptop and waited eagerly for Hyderabad to arrive.
My flight was to land at Hyderabad first. Thank god …rest of the journey will be calm and quiet. I closed my eyes and switched on my MP3. IHLS latest songs were there. ‘bin tere- guitar mix, my fav song was playing. Suddenly , that curious cat took off one of my ear phones and pointed out of the window.
I was enraged like anything….” What is your problem Mr. ?”
Cat: “Nothing, that’s Begumpet below. I worked here 2 yrs ago. Beautiful city. Have you been to Hyderabad? Golconda fort?”
I closed the windshield. And laid back again. Cat felt bad.
The airhostess turns up to say that winshields must be kept open during take-off. Cat eagerly opens it and resumes his guide task. “That’s Begumpet, the main Hyderabad. I don’t think you can see Golconda fort from here. Biriyani here is famous. So are pearls.”
I looked at him and said directly..” Don’t you think I am a very rude person?”
Cat: “ are you disturbed?”
Me: no..
Cat: I am seeing that you are disturbed since the boarding lounge.
Me, aghast: whatttt?...you have been noticing me since there?…
Cat : no. I am noticing you since the u got inside the airport all alone.
Me: whatt???
Cat : sorry ma’am, no offence. I am just being honest. A single girl smoothly passing security checks without mistakes. No extra luggage. No phone calls. You chose bookstore to pass time and then carried newpapers, looking thoroughly…. something unnatural , that girls of your age don’t do.
Me, to myself…: this stubborn will carry on till I slap him. Should I ?
Me: you should not have followed me. That’s an offence.
Cat: I am sorry again. But still….hyderabad is a beautiful city. You should visit here.

What the hell???!!!I think he was paid by Incredible India on tourist-basis.

Due to landing problem, the plane was taking 60 degree-angle rides around Hyderabad. Feeling nauseatic, I drank water and then gave way. After 5 mins or so of excessive uneasiness,I took out the air-sickness bag and puked. I hate flying. Its obnoxious for me. I cursed these pilots, their flying tricks and etc etc.

Cat, with eyes wide open : Are you married???
I know what he meant….whether I was pregnant or not. But I was not in the condition to get angry. It was 10.30 in the morning and he thought I might have been having morning sickness. I really don’t care what cat thinks. I dint answer. After 20 mins of air-touring Hyderabad, we landed Rajiv Gandhi International Airport. I was more interested in the airport. It was said to be 1 of the best airports in India. The cat left after waving me goodbye. He was not happy about the fact that I was having “morning sickness”.

With Cat gone, I looked out of the plane. It was cloudy and would rain. If it rains too hard., we might be requested to get down off the plane to wait at the airport and that would mean further delay. Passengers got down and some came in. No one replaced Cat. I placed my handbag there and sat freely. After 30 mins the plane prepared to take off. Another round of boarding pass check was done along with thorough luggage checks.
I put on my MP3………
“Teri nigaaho ke ….Teri hi raaaho ke
kareeb se gayi hai zindegi
Tune kyu dekha naa ………..tune kyu jaana na
Sikaayate karu ya nahi?
Tu ha meri saanse, pare hai wo aankhen..
Sahoo kaise sahoo ye faasla……………?
Bin tere bin tere bin tere…koi khalish hai hawaon mein bin tere…
.....
…….the plane sped through the runway. The rain poured hard hitting the windshield. Everything became transluscent…. The airhostess came to tell me to switch off my electronic item: MP3. I lied…”its off…..I am avoiding pressure difference with its earphones on.”…she left.
Soon Hyderabad was covered by dark clouds…about 2000 kms apart from Kolkata…this city will never be treaded by me by my wish…..unless I am complelled to do so..!
I fall asleep as the rain beats outside…now just droplets vanishing like vapour just as they hit the Pyrex pane. Mother Sleep rescues me as usual, the words of song fading away..
“…….Kuch bacha hi nahi darmiya…saas leti hai ab ye duriyaa
Dil nahi janta ke rahomein
Haath se haath chhute the kaha
Kyu nazar ke kinare, toote hai khwab saare
Tu bata?
Suna suna sama hai ,Khali khali jaha hai
ab mera..
Bin tere bintere…bin tere…koi khalis hai hawaon mein bin tere………..”


At 2, I reach Dumdum. Sad daughter meets Happy father. We had contradictory emotions coz of the same cause: I dint get through IISc. I reach home. Kolkata was badly drenched with excess rain. This monsoon rain brought sorrow with it for me…, rains never brought sorrow for me…never. This was the first time.
I felt great as I reached home. Mom invited me with chicken. I felt so much at home.
First things first. I snatched my laptop from my sis. For the last 7 days it was with her. I culdnt resist the fact that my dearest is with some else. I am extremely possessive about things I love….my Dell being my first priority….!
My student turned up that evening . I almost dozed and gave tution.
Bed was calling me like anything. I fell asleep at 9. I wish I hadn’t been 2 Bangalore. I shouldn’t have given the exam .
Reason???: I wasted a lot of you ppl’s time. You guys read this boring stuff and instead of cursing me , some of them also praised me. Thanx for your patience. Moreover IISc ditched me. anyways…ritu will keep writing if u guys want so. Till then……khuda haafizzz……bye bye…