The winds of change

I know everything is changing..in fact it was always like this only.. but I've become aware of it quite recently. Now I see the faces of the uncles changing into that of the old men, I see my childhood friends busy in their professional world.even the topics of our discussion have changed also. earlier we used to discuss everything but marriage, but now marriage takes a sufficient fraction of our discussion. some days ago one of my friend was telling me over the phone,"see, she is going to get married. that too after one year only. can u imagine her?? with all her commitment phobia?? she's getting married. i think we all will get used to the idea of marriage once she did it. it would seem a normal thing."


and the change is also in our ideas. say park street. it is the same thing as it was 10 yrs ago. but my idea about park street have changed. as a child, I knew park street is a place where grown ups
go to celebrate the new years eve. later, when I started roaming around kolkata, it became a the metro station to visit kolkata book fair. as a teen ager, park street was music world for me; wher ei used to go, browse music and listen to the latest albums at the listening posts. then parkstreet became olypub. and now?? for me, olypub has become park street. and it's still changing... gradually..slowly..but changing.

RUN DWAI RUN

I'm running. Still running. I don't even remember when did the race start. But I've been running for a long time. At times it seems I've made it to the finishing line. But soon it becomes clear that one race ends only to signal the start of a new one.
I get accolades. I miss certain things, too. I have to compromise on a few things that i want to do, like going on a camping trip or trekking or backpacking. Because, the moment you divert your attention, the race will become meaningless. So I keep running. I see my dreams passing away, my track doesn't go through them. I see the face of my friends and loved ones, waiting for me. But I don't have the time to say hi to them. I keep running.
Some people are running along with me on the parallel tracks. Our direction changes in the next race. Some come back on another race, only to be diverted again after some time.
I keep running.The race becomes exhausting at times, but once I got used to it- I enjoy the run. The current race is for 3 years, after which there will be a new one about which I know nothing.

The races are endless. One is supposed to run all his life. But I might stop one day. Then I'll walk slowly, enjoying the feeling of the grass below my feet, the warmth of the shining sun,the beauty of the clouds, the music of the rains. I might get back to the faces i overtook, I might left the track and go on exploring a virgin road. But...
But that will happen only when I'd realize I've run enough, enough for a life time. For now, I've to keep on running.
And I'm.

Mera Naam Joker and the 123 Tag

I was planning to write a post on Saraswati Puja, as many of my blogger friends mistake her to be devi durga. but my laziness overtook. And now I found an interesting tag in the chaiwala's blog. And for something that interesting, i don't care to be tagged.
so here goes the rule:

Pick up the book closest to you. (OK, you can cheat, pick up the book closest to you that you like; but that’s about it - no more cheating). Go to page 123. Go to the end of the fourth sentence (not line). Write the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth sentences in your post. Follow it up with ten words or ten sentences about what that sentence means to you - then and there. Spontaneous!

I cheated. I looked for a book that I like. and I went to another room. Rejected harry potters, Roald dahl, inscrutable americans, how to draw cartoons and all my bengali books( as they are unsuitable for the task)...Finally found the one. "Mera naam Joker"- a novel on the Raj Kapoor movie.

Listen, son. Between ten hungry lions and one beautiful girl- do you know who's more dangerous?
I'm beginning to catch on a little, Ustad-ji. The one who's more beautiful is the more dangerous one.
Right, absolutely right. Remember this game of love is very dangerous. Beware of your limbs - and your heart!


There come some times when we all find ourselves in a circus. Love make us do all the stupid things we otherwise would never do. But it's also love which bring out the man from us. You know the game is dangerous, you can get hurt. Yet, the danger makes it more fun. You face her, spend some tensed moments without knowing what will happen, and the next moment you are all wounded. You quit the arena, but not the game. One day you'll be back, with a new lioness. Because it's your destiny to perform. And thus the naive boy will turn into an expert ringmaster one day.


I was not tagged. So I'm not tagging anyone. Feel free to take this tag. It's really wonderful.

fighting!!!!

i hate fighting... it always makes me feel guilty irrespective whether I'm guilty or not. i always end up apologizing even when other people should apologize. well, can't help it. I'm like that. call me stupid. ye, i accept. I'm stupid. but I prefer to be a stupid than unhappy.

when u fight with someone close, does it really matter who has started it?? don't both of us feel bad?? so i just took the 1st step.(well, now we should overlook the fact that in 99.9999999567% cases i am really the culprit)

but one thing i like about fighting. when the thing is all sorted out, and u r back again in good terms...i feel so good. and my memory always forgets the bad things and manages to remember how we spend the good times together.

that's all...


after a long time I'm in such a good mood!!hope this will last more than a moment!!! and even if doesn't, who cares??( well,i'm lying..i care..I really care)

Perspective

just a bit ago i was feeling bad. someone did something which hurt me. i know that someone didn't mean it, did it just like that. but i can't help it. for me small things really matter.
i was feeling a bit bad. every thing's fine.. but...
and then I open my mailbox and read a forwarded mail. it was about how small this earth is compared to this universe. it's not that I wasn't aware of the fact. but the moment was perfect.

i realized that if u see things from the wider angle, who are we?? who am I?? so our li'l problems are really meaningless. and suddenly I started to feel a bit better.