Wandering scribbler..

This point in my life the one right now can be termed as "the chase". Till a year ago I was this normal, bored, half asleep, college go-er. Who bunked classes to get some extra hours of sleep. Till one day when this project came along my way and I found a reason to move my complacent ass out of bed every morning! I realized that I could make a difference with my work(and not my remarks which helped me gain a few enemies here and there!) and the rest slowly fell into place. I mostly like working in my research project , somedays  I hate it and feel overworked and under-appreciated on some I feel like a super she-ro by finishing all of what I took on my plate (and do a happy jig now and then!).   So basically this project thingy has become sort of like my disputed lover who I quarrel with a lot and then kiss and make up by working extra hard. Truth be told, there is a kind of friction among the people working in my lab and I can't help but feel that every ti...

The last year was one action packed year for me filled with with equal proportions of drama, romance and tragedy. It changed many equations both personally and professionally. From travelling and staying all alone in IIT Delhi to adjusting with unknown people  and almost always being the junior most person in the group. 2015 has made me tougher and  stronger and independent  in ways I will never forget. It has been a jolly good ride so far. I have made some terrible mistakes only to gain more clarity on what I actually wanted from life. I have learnt to accept what I cannot change and my judgemental old self has taken quite a back-seat.  I have blogged lesser but i have written more at the back of notebooks and files like old times when I didn't have this blog.  I had started working on a big project last year and if everything goes well I might have a paper published. And if I goof up it might be one of the biggest screw ups in my career. ...

Is chaatne aur chatwane ki duniya mei , Kabhi juta toh kabhi salam thokne ki addato mei roj marra ke boring se fasano mei, bus aur local train mei latak kar ghar wapas jane mei.. Fir ekdin subah uthke kaam pe jane kliye khud ko fuslane mei.. Baki reh gaye un sawalo mei, aur roz ke galat jhuthe jawabo mei Socha hai kabhi kaha kami reh gayi? Kaha anjane mei lagaam kuch dhili chordi? Kaha jaan muchkar chutiya ban gaye Kaha bar baar thokar khane chale gaye Kab dil aur dimag ke beech fass kar kuch zyada hi keh gaye.. Aur kaha sab kuch sehkar kadwa ghoot piker chup rehgaye.. Is chatne aur chatwane ki duniya mei vyaktitva ko kyu khote gaye Kyu khokar thokare khakar chup rehne ki addat daalkar, chutiye bante reh gaye.. Kabhi talve chate toh kabhi apne chatwate gaye..

One of the many things that I miss the most about not having Dadi around is, whenever we left for school,my father to his office in the morning. I used to say "Dadi jachi" (Dadi I am going) to which she would scold me lovingly and say "jachi bolte hoyna bolo ami ashchi"(You shouldn't say you are going, say I am going, to come back) and then she used to fold her hands and say " Dugga Dugga ".  I would always purposely make this mistake of saying "ami jachi" almost every day so that she would correct me affectionately. I would ask her to say "Dugga dugga" again and again for extra protection and sometimes I would imitate her saying Dugga Dugga myself. But whenever she said that I would feel safe inside, such that all the obstacles and problems on the way are cleared.  Now nobody says Dugga Dugga when I leave home but when I look at her picture smiling at me before I leave, I can feel it somewhere inside me a faint but vivid soun...

What is it about unattainable men that attracts us to them? Why do women almost always fall for men who they can't have? That unkept beard, that careless smile and eyes like the lake shinning in the moonlight! Huhh! That's my kind of 'Mr Impossible' but I am sure most women will have their own 'Mr Impossible' in mind!(There isn't any dearth of careless cute guys oblivious to the trouble they cause to our poor hearts!)  Anyone at any stage of their lives can have a crush! As I always tell my friends its never too late to have a little bit of flutter in your stomach. Maybe it will make you love and pay attention to yourself a little more.  Has someone ever made you so nervous that you eat your words and forget to eat the food in front of you?  When your crushing on someone you remember their each and every word and gesture.  Every time your eyes meet your heart skips a beat. And you wonder if they're feeling the same.    You stalk them on all possib...

I have reached a point where I have a lot of thoughts and words in my mind but none of them end up turning into a complete blogpost. Perhaps I have lost the patience to sit and complete a post or maybe I've become lazier than I was before. But whatever it is I am here now in front of my laptop to write something which I hope will make up for the long break I took from blogging. As they say Pujo is a state of mind for the people of Bengal. Pujo is not only a religious occasion for the intellectual, communist state of ours but it is a thought where faith meets art, craftsmanship, imagination and creation. Pujo Pandals in Kolkata are made not only for the sole purpose of worshipping the goddess but every year they come up with a new theme to suit the taste of the average finicky Bengali!   Durga Pujo in Kolkata is not a festival but a 4 day long celebration where the whole city gathers together like a big family to welcome the Goddess. People buy and gift new clothe...

Kabhi kisiko dekhkar yun laga hai ke jaise har khwahish ne ek insan ka livaas pehen lia ho. Ke jaise tum kaho aur yun lage ke humare naseeb par khuda ka kuch rehem hua hai. Fir tumhari bhuri ankho mei apne har sach aur jhoot ko dekhliya Na chehra samjha, na roop, na rang bus dekhaa usko aise ki jaise koi insan aisa na dekha ho.. Kabhi kisiko dekha itna roshan itna khoobsurat ke jaise raat mei taro se bhara asman Kabhi kisiko dekhkar yun laga ke bus yahi hai jiske liye zindagi abtak dheeme se chal rahi thi aur ab usko raftar milgayi. Kabhi kisiko dekhkar yun laga ke jaise har manzil usse shuru hoti hai aur usi par khatam hoti hai Ke jaise maut bhi ajae toh usi ka chehra liye ayegi, aur usi ka naam har marz ki dava hogi.. Kabhi kisiko dekhkar yun laga?