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My try on portraits.

....... For those moents when you just felt like escaping to nowhere!

Just a cover.....

The extention of the Ugly Truth!

.......and the reflection of the Strength.

The traditions we keep going back to!

When miracle of nature and techinicality meet they create this.

BACK TO PAVILION

A while back one of my friend told me that it has been long since I have read what you have to share, well because of the simple fact that I did not have anything to write on. Nothing would suit my “Kahaani Chaar Panno Mein”. No, I did not voice my opinion about Jan Lokpal Bill or Baba Ramdev because I did not want to voice my opinion about it as they will not fit my “ Kahaani Chaar Panno Mein”. I am voiceless but I am a shadow as in being voiceless I still have a voice, and I like it that way.

When the voices were fighting for I AM ANNA, I was thinking about my Kahaani, well everyone does have their story to tell, my story would be “The old Girl back in her old city”! Finally from indescivie months I am counting days for that feeling till I go back to my addiction, to the place where I belong. The last time I visited that lace was filled with dullness, gloom and tears, but I hope to get back to that life which I left behind a year back! Coffee House, Dhakuria, Park Street, Prince Anwar Shah and others…. Common to the inhabitants but ask someone who was away from that place, he knows the essence of it all. “Kolkata back in the 30s is same as Kolkata in the 60s”……. In that way Kolkata back in the 70s would be the same as Kolkata in the 2000s and that is the best part because the hospitality and life there is unparallel!

I have left my life back with you and I will be there in no time to claim it back. I understand only visuals and its only visuals I have to offer, I want to see that life I have left you with. No, I ain’t a communist, I ain’t a racist, I ain’t a regionalist, neither am I a capitalist……… I am just the same old girl going back to claim her life in the City of Joy! This is my “Kahaani Chaar Panno Mein”.

JUST A THOUGHT AWAY

A very familiar situation which appears before many people who like to think more and speak out less about their expressions. You must have stood infront of the mirror and contemplated on the reflection infront of you, definitely asked yourself “I refuse to recognize this figure infront of me, I was so different a year back but time….*sighs time!” And at times you brood let me GET BACK to my comfortable zone. GET BACK, now is the time when we would like to go back in time and relive all those moments cherished and probably escape the present. The reason is because we know what happened in the past, it’s the present and future which is scary because we donot know what it holds for us, past is more comfortable(atleast some parts of it!). Good times give way to make place for bad times which gives away to make good times again. When we are in bad times we question why cannot the good times stay forever….the answer is simple, no it is not because bad times makes us more matured to face the good times, I believe good times a bitch and likes to act pricy so it gets its hearty welcome into our lives!

MUMBAI NAGARIYA

“Yeh dil mushkil hai jeena yahan”…zara hathke,zara bachke yeh hai Bombay meri jaan…..this song was composed when Bombay was not yet Mumbai.Time passed away Bombay became Mumbai but the city did not change.Ask any random Mumbaikars to them its Bombay meri jaan.As a total outsider who went to Mumbai to chase her precious dream plus as a born traveller/vagabond whatever you call me,I would not say that I fell in love in at the very first sight but yes honestly the city fascinates me at the first sight,the spirit and the pulse of the city is truly unbelievable.No it was not my first visit in Mumbai but yes definitely my initial try to fit in the city.Mumbai local trains….the heart throb of Mumbai,local buses,beach,street food/chat street everything fascinates me!

“Yahan milta hai sab kuch bas milta nahin dil”..because people donot have time to think about DIL.The city indeed never sleeps,people are always in a hurry,trying to chase something that is yet unknown to me.What are they chasing….time?Their dreams?Both?Probably they don’t want to lose on to both.Well every 30 minutes there is a newcomer in Mumbai,every 60minutes there is a struggler coming to Mumbai with hope and dream to make it big in the city and out of those millions a few make it big.I was also one of them who drove to Mumbai to fulfill my dream,to live up to my dreams,but there is one difference…MY DREAM CAME TO ME AND BROUGHT ME TO MUMBAI!

The best time in Mumbai so far has been when I travel by bus to my office or come back in the local train.Unbelievably even at 11pm there are people running and chasing something and are still in a hurry.Most importantly the characteristic of Mumbai which again surprises me is that the people donot look back and they know how to move on.Well ultimately this city has taught me “OB LA DI,OB LA DA LIFE GOES ON…..HOW LIFE GOES ON!”

The Stonned End

A LITTLE STONED,A LITTLE BUZZED.I WALK ALONG THE BLACK STRAINGHT LINE-ITS EDGY,ITS BLACK IT HAS CURVES IN THE HORIZON….I FEEL A LITTLE HIGH,I FEEL THE BREEZE AND I HEAR MY HEARTBEAT AND THEN I FIND A RHYTHM-A THUB,THIB,THIB,THUB….MY FOOT ACCOMPANIED TO THE MUSIC…AND I DO MY LITTLE DANCE….I KICK IN THE FRONT AND I KICK AT THE BACK,SWIRL AT THE SIDES AND MY HANDS MOVE UP….I JUMP UP IN THE AIR AND I GO ROUND AND ROUND AND SEE THE WORLD IN CIRCULAR PATTERN,CIRCLING AROUND ME LIKE LOTS OF LOOSE THREADS,I KICK AGAIN AND JUMP UP IN THE AIR AND FALL DOWN ON THAT SAME EDGY BLACK STRAIGHT LINE.I SEE A FLASH OF YELLOW LIGHT AND THE CONTINUOS BEAT WAS REPLACED BY A HARSH SOUND AS IF SOMEONE WAS BLOWING A TRUMPET IN A BAD TUNE AND THAT SOUD.THE SOUND BECAME LOUDER AND LOUDER AND SUDDENLY I WAS BENEATH THE MOST HEAVIEST THING THAT I HAD EVER FELT BEFORE,THE PAIN WAS FOR FEW SECONDS MAYBE BUT I FELT IT WAS LIKE AN ETERNITY…..INTENSE PAIN FOR FEW MOMENTS THEN I CLOSED MY EYES TO AN ETERNAL DARKNESS FROM WHERE THERE IS A POINT OF NO RETURN....

THOSE WHO SAW ME THEN GATHERED AROUND ME AND SAID,”LOOK SHE DIED DOING THE DANCE OF DEATH!”

hOME cOMING

The last one to leave Pune…but what the heck I am leaving Pune to go back home or let me put it this way…FINALLY I AM COMING HOME.Walking down the pavement of Viman Nagar which was filled with Symbi crowd,passing Heera’s which was also filled with my fellow batchmates to walking passed Mercury where we used to chill,they all of a sudden seem really crowd-deprived.Viman Nagar has all of a suddengone to sleep.I was walking out of my college,listening to Waving Flag(for the 10th time I guess).I stopped looked back,saw a overall view which said SYMBIOSIS INTERNATIONAL UNIVERSITY,I don’t know how long I have I been staring at that sign and the building was staring down at me like a view from the top.Then when I turned around and crossed the road I felt a sudden cheer from within,this is the last time I am looking at the college.No more view of the college for more than two months.

Suddenly I feel free,free from all the forced relationships,depression and much more.I realized how soon time passes here,my past just went like from dusk to dawn…just faded.My facebook wall was flooded with what my friends had for lunch,dinner and breakfast when they went back home….well now its my turn to flood their walls.packing my stuffs never felt so good.but again a suppressed feeling of sadness,I will miss all my friends from college.Goodbyes always made me crazy but since I am the last one to leave I don’t have anyone to bid farewell to.I guess I will miss the moments which I spent in Viman Nagar and bidding farewell to those is a bit difficult for me.I have to return home and make some descisions which I have been avoiding abd running away from since two months.

All these were my thoughts when I took the last walk from SIMC to Sakore Nagar and humming…WHEN I GET OLDER,I WILL BE STRONGER,THEY’LL CALL ME FREEDOM,JUST LIKE A WAVING FLAG AND THEN IT GOES BACK!