Honumaan-er Maurtye Agomon !!!

Phele Asha Somoy...

Kimba Budhe Bhatchaj-er CA School-e Agomon... hnya... ebarer blog BANGLAY... jonotar chaap-e ba public demand rakhte ebong nijer TRP thik rakhte ... rong mekhe shong sheje... abar rongomonche oboteerno Srilo Srijukta Babu Boudhayan Bhattacharyya Mohashoy... (lok hnashano hoye jachhe bodhoy!!!)...

Chere Asar Agey...

Amar school life ta thik kotota adbhut ba obak kora ... eta thik likhe ba bole amar pokkhe bojhano ta besh kostokor... tobe aykta kotha akopote swikar kortei pari... ei school ebong ei bondhubandhob na thakle amar chelebela ta etota bornomoy hobar kono proshnoi chilo na...

Obismoroniyo...

Ekhono amar dibbi mone ache class III-r ekta bonomohotsober agey, class-e Tanusree Miss eshe jigyesh korlen, kara gaan gaite pare... bolai bahulyo je ami sotan haat tule diechilum... (aasole tokhono bujhe uthte parini je Gaan byaparta amar jonyo noy) ... shey jaihok... amader songe aaro ekjon, sobbai ke obak korei haat tulechilo (shey nijeo bodhoy kom obak hoyni byapartay)... shey ar keu noy aadi o okritrim SIDHE INDIR... erpore tokhon kar music room-e gie ILA Miss-er samne amader audition holo... je jar icchey moto gaan gailo, line char-ek kore... mone rakhar moton gaan tinjon geyechilo... tader ascending order of attraction onujayee sajie dilum... prothomoto aami geyechilum "EKBAR BIDAYE DE MA GHURE AASHI"... ekhono thik kore jaanina hothat eirokom utopotang gaan kyano gaite gelum... tarpore amake obak kore die Sayantan Sinha (mane BABA KHAN) gailo.... "KOTOKALO ROBE BOLO BHAROTO RE.... EI DAALO BHAATO JOLO POTHYO KORE... DESHE ONNO JOLE HOLO GHOR ONOTON... DHORO WHISKY SODA R MURGI MUTTON"... pore Baba Khan ke jigesh korechilum... "iye mane murgi mutton thik chilo... kintu whisky ... soda ityadi-r proyojon chilo ki?"... tate Baba Khan nak take singarar moton kore (courtsey Narayan Ganguly) bolle.... "ETA ROBINDRASANGEET!!!".... jaihok... thik jokhon bhabchi obak hobar pala sesh, tokhoni Sidhe Indir moshay taar gaan ti diye asor maat kore dilen... gota ganey, thik duto line... "HROSSHOI DEERGHOI / BOSHE KHAY KHEER KHOI"....keu jodi amay jigyesh kore Sidhe thik ki dhoroner sur byabohaar korechilo.... tahole haat tule bole debo...shey ayak sworgio sur, amar moton osur-er pokhhe bornona kora dushyadhho...:) Tobe sobche mojar ghotona ta hochhe ei je amra sediner audition-e kintu keu baad porini... ritimoto panjabi pajama lorie ... bonomohotsober bhore... gharer rnoya phulie BOJROMAANIK DIE GNATHA ASHAR TOMAR MALA... geyechilum... :)

Noroshrestho Paapigon...

 Amra school chere choley asar du-tin bochor poreo  ekbar amader Rhapsody te perform korbar invitation peyechilum... group ta ekhono mone ache...Rajarshi, Nabamita, Dona r Ami... haate matro duek diner somoy... taropor onekdin dhorei amra sokolei stage Act-er baire... edike 30 miniter slot... ekta kichu to korte hoy... onek bhebechintey thik kora holo je amra jeta sobtheke bhalo pari setai korbo... amra aykta onstage adda maarbo... jemon bhaba temni kaaj... onstage adda-r script likhe fellum... fnake fnake gaan gnuje deoa holo... aykhana kobitao likhe fellum school niye... byas r ki program jome kheer... tobe ekhane ekta chotto byapar na bolle onnay kora hobe... rather ekjoner kotha na bolle onnay kora hobe... shey hochhe NABAMITA... Priyo Bodhu sruti naatok ta Nabamita r ami kichuta perform korechilum oidin... or moto ayto oshadharon JOYEETA korte ami khub kom lokke dekhechi... Nima Rahman shunle bodhoy tinio lojja peten... Amar ARNAB BANERJEE-r jonnyo prosongshao kichuta khetre JOYEETA alias Nabamita-ri prapyo :) .... 

Tobe Nabamita prosonge aaro kichu bola proyojon... na na Nabamita noy... Rajarshi prosonge... reharsal gulo sebare Rajarshi-r baarite diechilum... byatachhele ke tokhoni paakdrao korechilum... "Ki re shala... Nabamita-r preme porechish mone hochhe?" Byata bemalum NA bole dilo!!!... Kintu palabe kothay sesh mesh bochor charek pore eshe boltei holo ... "Iye mane ami... mane Nabamita... mane amra... ".  RAJARSHI ke jigyesh korlum... koddin holo??? byata bole: ei to mash khanek... amar hishebe oboshhoi sei "maash khanek" ta at least utchollish mash...amar ei theory ta Rajarshi motei mene neyni...tai byaparta Pathak-er oporei chere dilum :) 

Ekhon...Eisomoy...!!!

Aaj ei obdi-i thaak... DURGASHREEHORI... !!!!

Dur-e chole gyache ... bohu dure...

Bujhte parini koto dur-e ....

Album-er majhe dingulo hariye gyache...

Sei borshar hnatu - jol rasta ta aj kothay ache....

Janina.... Ami Janina....!!!!!!

Good Old School Days ...

This field exists no more !!!

Taking a walk down the memory lane ... is something what many of us do... sometimes purposefully, sometimes not. In most of the cases, we longingly look back at the past and wish if we could literally have "yesterday once more". 

Today, much unlike Calcutta, the weather in the evening was quite bearable, there was even a low and cool breeze out there. Like all other hopelessly romantic bongs, I was suffering from my quota of Nostalgia.The world suddenly seemed more beautiful, than actually it is... I started loathing my "single" status (which I ,generally, kinda enjoy)... even the dullest of the trees stranded in its solitary repose seemed to harbour birds and bees... ugliest of the hags appeared to have a charm of her own... so on and so forth.

And they sang...

In such a backdrop, I realized how much the life has changed... back at my school days, I used to have fair  amount of heart aches and heart breaks, which was obviously more than the permissible limit for a normal human being. But at the same time I used to have a good quantity of quality friends and ample time to heal my love troubles and  heart wounds. It is not so surprising that today, I do not have many friends in my vicinity, who can be readily found for soothing my wounds but, it is astonishing that nowadays I have altogether stopped having such heart aches and heart breaks !!!!

I remember a particular day at my school, probably, then I was a student of 10th standard... we had a daring person as a friend, lets name him as Mr. K... This Mr. K had an affair with a girl from standard 7.... on the morning of the Valentine's Day, the girl was upset, as K could not meet her since he was standing in front of the principal's room, being punished for some childish notoriety....

 the Blogger n Arghya Sarkar  ...

When K came to know about her girl being upset... amidst a full running school, right in the middle of the third period, he stormed into the class... rummaged his bag... brought out a present... once again stormed back to the front door of class 7 and like a typical Bollywood hero of 1980s ... burst into a mixture of odd noises (purportedly a song)... OH HO HO CHANDNI... AYA HAY TERA DIWANA....

 Summer of ' 99

Few Memories die hard...

Nanda Sir (Our the then vice Princi) came running out of the adjacent class room... tugging at K's ears with all his might.... as if his life was depending on those innocent pair of ears that the Almighty was pleased to give K, perhaps, as a parting gift ...trying to pull K back from the door of class 7... I was one of those lucky threes...who had eye witnessed the whole incident on the pretext of drinking water from a nearby aquaguard... some of my friends are still of the opinion that I along with the two other of my friends... were the main culprits who had conveyed K the information that how pitifully upset his girl was, and successfully instigated K to his next doom of seven days' suspension....

I can come out with the names of the other two.... if they agree not to kill me for this ;)

Washed by Time... yet Etched in Memory !!!

Signing out for now... till then .... KEEP FLYING !!! :)

To a Start !

Well, it seems that finally I am getting started. Had thought of "blogging" many a time before, but somehow or the other... it didn't materialize. Used to maintain yearly diaries/journals for more than 11yrs, but due to shortage of time (read, shortage of enthusiasm), the accounts written in the journal became leaner and leaner and ultimately faded... One can say, I am a regularly irregular writer, who writes nothing better than TRASH, but has the demonic gusto to make such trash public, inviting all the possible attentions(of course for all wrong reasons), even from the impossible quarters.

I most clearly remember that I was inspired by one of my friends, whose name I should not use without his permission, to start maintaining such journal. Actually, he used to maintain his own journal/diary and his accounts of events were startlingly clear, self scathing and, must say, completely uninhibited. Standing at the cross roads of my teens, I admit, such thing actually appealed to me so much and motivated me so seriously , that it mustered enough force to rise from my all impervading slumber and actually make me grab a pen and jot down my brainy version of scribbling down this trash. I was a kid of standard 9, when I had read my friend's diary and was simply awestruck by his writing flair and the bluntness of the truth contained in his writings. In this connection, it shall be better to accept that I may lack his flair for the art of writing, but I'm confident about the "bluntness", though. :)

It had always been a plan to come out to the whole world, with such accounts of life .... just to portray the various unadulterated flavours of human lives... in its true colours... with its small wonders and little happiness... which makes the life uniquely worth living... worth loving...

In this blog, I would like to narrate incidents from my own life, entangling the lives of others, but may have to change the name, particulars and space of the characters, just to respect their privacy.... I hope my readers (if any) shall construe my constraints. It is needless to mention that any feedback...comments...including criticism shall be wholeheartedly appreciated....

Signing out for now... till then .... KEEP FLYING !!! :)