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Colourful Me :-)


I just love posing for pictures. Whenever I spot my father or brother or a friend with a camera, they have to click a pic of mine before they are allowed to go. Might be that’s a bad habit of mine but i simply love doing it. I love the colourful and smiling moments being captured to a static frame. that’s it!

Me and mom out for soma pandal-hopping during the Durga Puja. The traditional black top with green thread-work on it is elegant.
Me and mom out for soma pandal-hopping during the Durga Puja. The traditional black top with green thread-work on it is elegant.
Me with the tutti- frutti!! yum...
Me with the tutti- frutti!! yum…
Me and my mother at a local Temple.. during the ashtami day of the Durga Puja. The red colour of the salwar is something i luv a lot.
Me and my mother at a local Temple.. during the ashtami day of the Durga Puja. The red colour of the salwar is something i luv a lot.
This salwar was gifted to me by my father on my birthday.
This salwar was gifted to me by my father on my birthday.
This was a very commonplace 'kurti' i had bought for wearing when out for casual works.
This was a very commonplace ‘kurti’ i had bought for wearing when out for casual works.
This pink salwar with embroideries and the bluish border is one of my favourites. it's good as a traditional party wear.
This pink salwar with embroideries and the bluish border is one of my favourites. it’s good as a traditional party wear.
Me posing for the dp of my facebook account ;-)
Me posing for the dp of my facebook account ;-)
This was the first time I had tried to style my hair- temporary hair straightening. soft toys are my weakness, and you can c me clutching one.
This was the first time I had tried to style my hair- temporary hair straightening. soft toys are my weakness, and you can c me clutching one.
Dressed simply in black. :-)
Dressed simply in black. :-)

A few of the many.. ;-)

The Burden Of Education!!


My parents had always urged me to become either a doctor or a IPS (Indian Police service) officer. They had always told me that the above mentioned professions were really glorious. The first one was related with getting huge respect and the status of ‘GOD’ among the people. The next one, was a position of both respect and ultimate power. I was and is still fascinated by the second option, but the first option could never stir me so much.
There were certain relatives in the family who used to hear of my academic success and order me to choose the profession of a Doctor. I had my own ambitions, my own plans but nobody cared much. I did not put much heed to this madness but when I was in class eleven it became some kind of unbearable. I dropped biology as a subject and chose Computers instead, so that there could be no point of forcing me to sit for the medical entrance. I took science as the stream, was good at it but my interest for it never grew. It got only diminished with time. It is said that everything in the universe is balanced. ;-) Just as science lost my affection, arts filled the void. I was greatly fascinated by the world of literature. As I took to reading the works of Keats, Shelley, Shakespeare I had discovered my passion. I decided to pursue English.
I told my parents about it, they looked disinterested. They were of the opinion that studying science at 11 and 12 and then taking up arts for graduation was not wise. They insisted me for the engineering entrances. I had to. After my board exams were over i sat for the engineering entrances almost unprepared. I was just inside the exam hall because my parents wanted. In my mind a different planning was going on. If only I would get (5 percent then I would clear the cutoff for St Xavier’s College- the institution I really wanted to be in.
The boards results were finally out. 95.5 percent. I was on cloud 9 not because I had had scored something pretty good but because I was sure I would clear the Xavier’s cut-of. I filled in for other colleges too. Went through their admission tests and finally it was time for the announcement of the St. Xavier’s English honors first list. I logged into my computer and got the shock.. my name no where!! The cutoff was 96 percent. My misconception got dissolved away. I started waiting like mad for the other college lists. Finally got straight for both Presidency university and Lady Brabourne college.
The struggle did not end. It had just started. My father was ready to allow me pursue English honors but my mother was hell-bent. She suddenly stopped talking with me. Even if she did, the conversation never turned out to be pleasant. It always ended with she shouting at me and accusing me of not keeping any word of hers. Then sadly, the state engineering entrance result was out and I had somehow scored really good. Thus, I myself sealing my fate with something of my distaste. But from all the above incident I learned one thing, never should a person be so emotional that he/she can’t take emotionally independent decisions. The harm to me has been already done.. I was burdened with some subjects I strongly dislike. Whether this decision will prove to be fruitful only time can say!! :-(

The Game Of Politics


 I am just a college student and I am not into any kind of recognized politics. Though i have a keen interest to join it but the question that arises in that case is am I perfect for the kind of politics that’s going on around me? The kind of politics I am talking about essentially comprises of faking promises to the crowd, assuming power and then completely wavering from the earlier portrayed principles, dominating the common man’s right to freedom of speech and expression, supporting corrupt ministers and officials and reacting with hostility to any and every criticism. Actually, these things have turned so common to the politics that’s going around in the country or in the state that I feel what’s the need to ponder about them anymore? Let me give a random example, a girl gets raped and killed brutally. The government instead of taking stern measures to erase such activities, gets more interested in accusing the opposition. Officials who try to solve problems honestly but with results that can go against the government are being forced to resign from post. If this is the condition prevailing, then how will the others gain the mental strength to stand up against something which is wrong? It’s very sad to think about the present scenario. A new party elected to power soon forgets it’s original ideals and imitates the previous party. Is politics only for exercising unchecked powers and stuffing more money into the bank? It’s a responsibility more than enjoyment. The responsibility of running the state- running the country efficiently. It’s a responsibility of providing a proper administration to the people. I understand that the ideal case in just in ideas, but why not strive hard to achieve it? Why should we waste our energy, money and talent after a cause that can at the end of the day build no positive reputation? Instead we should direct it towards the development of the country so that no body can again call our nation a developing nation. The current game of politics is deterring fresh minds from entering into the stream. I, personally want to plunge into the game but my parents don’t want me to do so. They very strongly foretell that I will too get involved in the dirty game or else, if I ever succeed to bring a change in the game i will surely have to succumb to the more powerful. So, that’s the condition of a democracy. What’s the use of keeping such a democracy that can sometimes turn into dictatorship? In my short life of 19 years I have witnessed several such incidents when people intend to throw a certain party from power and the party in power creates anarchy in the state and builds up obstacles to held up people from voting. Capturing of booths, destroying the electronic voting machines, scaring people to vote for a particular party serve the examples. 

I got those on my last bday when i turned 19.

The Place Where I Stay


Home Sweet Home!! It is really the best place in world. The cozy corners of the house is something everyone will miss when away from the place. Well I am not going to write some kind of essay on My house just wanna share wid u all how it looks. :-)

The way to the Master Bedroom
The way to the Master Bedroom
A glance at the Master Bedroom
A glance at the Master Bedroom
I was this set-up could have been improved a bit more :-(
I was this set-up could have been improved a bit more :-(
That's for the close relations
That’s for the close relations
The door to the washroom
The door to the washroom
Washroom 1
Washroom 1
Washroom 1 from a different angle
Washroom 1 from a different angle
That's the dining area
That’s the dining area
That's the Guests corner.. simple and bright
That’s the Guests corner.. simple and bright
A view of the kitchen.
A view of the kitchen.
The kitchen in details.
The kitchen in details.
My study room.. (with a bed because i love to sit and study on the bed).. and it's a bit untidy.
My study room.. (with a bed because i love to sit and study on the bed).. and it’s a bit untidy.
Now that's the my formal place for studying :-(
Now that’s the my formal place for studying :-(
A corner to keep my prizes and small gifts.
A corner to keep my prizes and small gifts.
The drawing space!!
The drawing space!!
I got those on my last bday when i turned 19.
I got those on my last bday when i turned 19.
My bedroom.. snap 1
My bedroom.. snap 1
Peeping into the Washroom 2
Peeping into the Washroom 2
The Guest room :-)
The Guest room :-)
That's my bedroom.. colourful and airy.
That’s my bedroom.. colourful and airy.
The house would have been incomplete without the worship area.
The house would have been incomplete without the worship area.

So that was my little house. :-) ;-)

This shows a glass painting on Lord krishna (Bankura Fair)

Beautiful Bankura!!


This post is all about the trip I made last year ;-) 27th December 2013, to Bankura ( a city in the Bankura district of West Bengal, India) or the land of the red soil. This place is historically important as it was the capital of Mallabhum. the place is famous for its terracotta temples and the Baluchari sarees. We reached Bankura at about 2 in the afternoon.. and after having the lunch set out for the very famous Bankura fair.

This shows a glass painting on Lord krishna (Bankura Fair)
This shows a glass painting on Lord krishna (Bankura Fair)
One of the several terracotta collections at the Bankura fair. This model represents the face of lord Ganesha.
One of the several terracotta collections at the Bankura fair. This model represents the face of lord Ganesha.
One of the painting collections at the fair.. this painting captures a sad Bengali woman.
One of the painting collections at the fair.. this painting captures a sad Bengali woman.

Another painting I was fascinated by.
Another painting I was fascinated by.
This is the Chinnamosta Temple at Bankura, which is also called the city of temples.
This is the Chinnamosta Temple at Bankura, which is also called the city of temples.

The following are the pictures of the Raashmanch built by the rulers of Mallabhum to celebrate the playful relationship of Lord Krishna and Radha. The buildings capture the ancient architectural styles.
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The next day we chose to visit the Susunia Hills. Dad and me decided for a trek to hill-top, but our resolution dissolved soon and gasping for breath, we made our retreat.
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Then finally we headed for Mukutmanipur, where we got to see the dam on the rivers Kangshabati and Kumari. This place was a pleasant tourist spot and a local picnic attraction.
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Me and dad at the Bankura fair.. the first time ever he took me to any kind of fair.
Me and dad at the Bankura fair.. the first time ever he took me to any kind of fair.

Bishnupur fair

Mom and dad posing for me at a place in Mukutmanipur.
Mom and dad posing for me at a place in Mukutmanipur.

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The colourful LASER show at Lumbini Park, Hyderabad... we enjoyed the peppy numbers and the turns and twists of colours.

A Trip To South……


Rushikonda Beach at Vishakhapatnam or Vizag
Rushikonda Beach at Vishakhapatnam or Vizag
The Kailash Park at Vizag... the picture shows a joint statue of Lord Shiva or Kailash and his wife Parvati
The Kailash Park at Vizag… the picture shows a joint statue of Lord Shiva or Kailash and his wife Parvati
The Submarine Museum... this wa a submarine used during the war which has now been converted to a museum.. and is open to the public.
The Submarine Museum… this wa a submarine used during the war which has now been converted to a museum.. and is open to the public.
The train ride to araku valley... the ride is awsome.. through the twist and turns of the hills and the tunnels made through the hills
The train ride to araku valley… the ride is awsome.. through the twist and turns of the hills and the tunnels made through the hills
On the way to Araku Valley.... taken fron our bus.. we went there to have a picnic sort of thing.. we stopped before a school to eat our lunch.. and the impoverished condition of the school and the hungry faces of the students there didn't allow to eat without noticing them.. we shared our food with them.. and it felt great. :-)
On the way to Araku Valley…. taken fron our bus.. we went there to have a picnic sort of thing.. we stopped before a school to eat our lunch.. and the impoverished condition of the school and the hungry faces of the students there didn’t allow to eat without noticing them.. we shared our food with them.. and it felt great. :-)
Me and mom in a park at Araku Valley.. and oh my goggles.....!! they were so weird!!
Me and mom in a park at Araku Valley.. and oh my goggles…..!! they were so weird!!
The Burra Caves from the entrance.. this was my first visit to any cave.... this is one of the major tourist attractions of araku.
The Burra Caves from the entrance.. this was my first visit to any cave…. this is one of the major tourist attractions of araku.
The stone structures in the cave.. the cave shelters huge number of bats too and their sudden screeches are indeed scary!!
The stone structures in the cave.. the cave shelters huge number of bats too and their sudden screeches are indeed scary!!
The Chitrakoot Falls at Jagdalpur, Chhattisgarh ...... it is called the Niagra falls of India. Take a look at the falls in the monsoon.
The Chitrakoot Falls at Jagdalpur, Chhattisgarh …… it is called the Niagra falls of India. Take a look at the falls in the monsoon.
Yeah There was a sort of adventure in climbing up there.... The Tirathgarh Falls at Jagdalpur.
Yeah There was a sort of adventure in climbing up there…. The Tirathgarh Falls at Jagdalpur.
Yet another snap of the Tirathgarh Falls.
Yet another snap of the Tirathgarh Falls.
A pleasant boat ride at the Dalpat Sagar Lake, Jagdalpur, Chhattisgarh
A pleasant boat ride at the Dalpat Sagar Lake, Jagdalpur, Chhattisgarh
The Kutumsar Caves.. Jagdalpur.. though this place was not in our original travel plan.. we decided to have a look of the place at the last moment.. and the experience was thrilling. We reached there when the place was about to be closed.. and entered to find half of the lights had been switched off.. we were roaming in the ancient caves that too in semi darkness. During the monsoon the rain water sipping in the cave form a potential river.. The cave also has several stalactites and stalagmites.
The Kutumsar Caves.. Jagdalpur.. though this place was not in our original travel plan.. we decided to have a look of the place at the last moment.. and the experience was thrilling. We reached there when the place was about to be closed.. and entered to find half of the lights had been switched off.. we were roaming in the ancient caves that too in semi darkness. During the monsoon the rain water sipping in the cave form a potential river.. The cave also has several stalactites and stalagmites.
The colourful LASER show at Lumbini Park, Hyderabad... we enjoyed the peppy numbers and the turns and twists of colours.
The colourful LASER show at Lumbini Park, Hyderabad… we enjoyed the peppy numbers and the turns and twists of colours.
The LASER show at lumbini park.. just a year after our visit to the place.... the visitors here lost their lives to a series of bomb blasts. A chill runs down my spine when I think what would have happened if we would have visited a year later.
The LASER show at lumbini park.. just a year after our visit to the place…. the visitors here lost their lives to a series of bomb blasts. A chill runs down my spine when I think what would have happened if we would have visited a year later.
The Birla Temple
The Birla Temple
Ramoji Film City
Ramoji Film City
Ramoji Film City
Ramoji Film City

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Ramoji Film City
Ramoji Film City

At the Rushikonda Beach, Chennai... my grandmother was holding me back from going near the water... she was reminiscing the Tsunami of 2004!!

Water, Water Everywhere?? Not Really……..


This is my travel experience when I visited South India during the winter vacations of December 2009. The memory is still fresh. We did a tour of four states in all, with selected cities of course. I would like to mention Pondicherry first… It was earlier a French colony, if I am not wrong.. The aurobindo Museum and the Auroville are the places of attraction there. These places are not made for quick entertainment but for meditation.. for talking in a serene environment with the inner self! The beaches there are rocky so no fun!:-( Chennai was really good.. starting from the golden beach to the rushikonda beach and of course Marina Beach.. the second largest in the world.. you can have a lot of sun-bathing. Evenings at Marina were colourful. We ate lots of fried and spicy sea foods from the beach stalls. Reaching the Nilgiris brought a sudden twist in the travel..from the hot weather of the shores it was now the cool breeze of the hills. The scenic beauty added to our joy. The boat rides at the lakes at Ooty and Kodai was fun. But the sudden change of weather at Ooty had overpowered me so much at first that i had refused to come out of my bed, but after having some steamed momo’s I was back to myself!! :-) :-) We had spent the Christmas at Mysore..with the whole city brilliantly lit up. The Christmas cake made by the elderly ladies of our group added to our joys.

At Chennai... I wonder how the man was standing still without a slight movement.. I observed him for almost 10 minutes and was really surprised that he didn't even bat an eyelid!!
At Chennai… I wonder how the man was standing still without a slight movement.. I observed him for almost 10 minutes and was really surprised that he didn’t even bat an eyelid!!
At the Rushikonda Beach, Chennai... my grandmother was holding me back from going near the water... she was reminiscing the Tsunami of 2004!!
At the Rushikonda Beach, Chennai… my grandmother was holding me back from going near the water… she was reminiscing the Tsunami of 2004!!
Mahabalipuram.... We found several people taking bath in the sea-water calling it a holy ritual.
Mahabalipuram…. We found several people taking bath in the sea-water calling it a holy ritual.
Yeah the thing didn't tear off in spite of my weight.. chilling out on our way to Kerala in one of the backwater resorts.
Yeah the thing didn’t tear off in spite of my weight.. chilling out on our way to Kerala in one of the backwater resorts.
The Vivekananda Rocks at Kanyakumari... The rocks have a very famous history.. the famous preacher of peace Swami Vivekananda had meditated on these rocks for three days.
The Vivekananda Rocks at Kanyakumari… The rocks have a very famous history.. the famous preacher of peace Swami Vivekananda had meditated on these rocks for three days.
A view of the rocks.. which is at the point where the Bay of Bengal, the Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean meets.
A view of the rocks.. which is at the point where the Bay of Bengal, the Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean meets.
I resting on the doorsteps of the Kanyakumari temple on the rocks.... the wild sea-breeze on the other hand is at work...playing with my locks.
I resting on the doorsteps of the Kanyakumari temple on the rocks…. the wild sea-breeze on the other hand is at work…playing with my locks.
The view of the compass on the rock which gives us the various directions. It can also be used for finding out which hour of the day it is.
The view of the compass on the rock which gives us the various directions. It can also be used for finding out which hour of the day it is.
The rocks at night.. snap taken from the onshore Kannyakumari Temple.. according to popular story the kannyakumari idol has a diamond nose ring which used to sparkle so much that distant sailors used to take it as the light from the lighthouse and consequently, they used to travel to the rocky shore...................and THE END of it!! :-(
The rocks at night.. snap taken from the onshore Kannyakumari Temple.. according to popular story the kannyakumari idol has a diamond nose ring which used to sparkle so much that distant sailors used to take it as the light from the lighthouse and consequently, they used to travel to the rocky shore……………….and THE END of it!! :-(
The Padmanabha Temple... the temple had hidden vaults with property worth crores... but only a few years back it was unknown to people that such underground chambers existed.
The Padmanabha Temple… the temple had hidden vaults with property worth crores… but only a few years back it was unknown to people that such underground chambers existed.
The kovalam beach at kerala......... a renowned tourist attraction spot.. the sea with it's crystal clear blue waters is bound to attract your "wow"!
The kovalam beach at kerala……… a renowned tourist attraction spot.. the sea with it’s crystal clear blue waters is bound to attract your “wow”!
A museum at Kerala.. I don't remember the name :-(
A museum at Kerala.. I don’t remember the name :-(
I posing there .. at the same museum..
I posing there .. at the same museum..
The green valley view point at Kodaikanal... the experience was great there. I with my dad took a bicycle on rent and rode around the lake there.. the fresh breeze and mist of the Nilgiri's joined us. This sudden change from beaches to hills was delightful. The blue hills with those distant rows of eucalyptus trees was a sight worth pondering over. I remember my mother was sitting at a local roadside tea-stall bargaining over the prices of spices.. when a monkey took the seat beside her... and when she noticed it.. it was a ROFL moment.
The green valley view point at Kodaikanal… the experience was great there. I with my dad took a bicycle on rent and rode around the lake there.. the fresh breeze and mist of the Nilgiri’s joined us. This sudden change from beaches to hills was delightful. The blue hills with those distant rows of eucalyptus trees was a sight worth pondering over. I remember my mother was sitting at a local roadside tea-stall bargaining over the prices of spices.. when a monkey took the seat beside her… and when she noticed it.. it was a ROFL moment.
The Botanical Gardens at Ooty............... these gardens has huge luch green spacious acres to its credit.. the trees and flowers of various species adds to the place's beauty.
The Botanical Gardens at Ooty…………… these gardens has huge luch green spacious acres to its credit.. the trees and flowers of various species adds to the place’s beauty.
We standing near the tea factory... at ooty.. i got to learn how the tea leaves and processed and then turned into that cup of flavour.
We standing near the tea factory… at ooty.. i got to learn how the tea leaves and processed and then turned into that cup of flavour.
At Mysore... this was a temple we visited when we were climbing up to another hill-top temple.
At Mysore… this was a temple we visited when we were climbing up to another hill-top temple.
At the entrance of the mysore palace.. the camera was not allowed in, as i remember. The palace was a splendid one... but I rember the place not for its grand architecture or history but as the place where me and dad gulped in loads of street delights... food obvio!!
At the entrance of the mysore palace.. the camera was not allowed in, as i remember. The palace was a splendid one… but I rember the place not for its grand architecture or history but as the place where me and dad gulped in loads of street delights… food obvio!!

On our way to Madurai i and my parents had to take a break and we stayed back instead at Chennai because I had a Mental Maths competition out there. My grandmother instead went away with the rest of the party to Rameswaram because she didn’t want to miss the place associated with Ramayana… one of the great Indian epics. Now we 3 were left behind at Chennai on the night of 31st December without any hotels booked and yes, it was the beginning of our tough times. We started searching all probable places not the night from the cheapest to the dear ones…all full!! With tension building up we decided to take an autorickshaw and start a trip off the city.. after travelling almost two hours we found a hotel!! yes, we did.. but they hiked their room rents!!
The luxurious hotels at the Backwaters of Kerala with international spa’s and all was a splendid experience. I myself did a chocolate body spa followed by a honey one. The shore temples at Mahabalipuram, took me back thousands of years back. Though I regret I could not visit rameswaram..where according to mythology Lord Ram had started building a bridge with floating stones to rescue his wife Sita from Raavan..the ruler of Lanka.

Becoming Child Again

The Desert Unveiled……….. Rajasthan


I made this trip along with my family during the December of 2005…. It was indeed great. The Great Indian Desert is not the only thing for which the state is famous..it’s rich history, its palaces, its lakes, its people, its tradition all add to the fame of the city. We started the journey from Jaipur, the pink city. The name is such because most of the houses are painted pink.When we went out in the early morning to have a round of the city it was so cold that we were shivering almost and we had to energize ourselves by eating steaming aloo paranthas….yum!! the next in line was Udaipur. The vast lakes with hotels built on the island of the lakes, the Several fountains in the Saheliyon Ki Bari, The Maharana Pratap Memorial, Udaipur city Palace were the main tourist attractions. The fountains at the Saheliyon ki Bari were really a delightful concept. I had a gala time there dancing under the dripping water. One of the fountains built in the structure of the elephant had been once broken to check the mechanism of water conduction inside but no pipes had been found. Since then the elephant-fountains does not work. The lake palace on the Lake Pichola has now been converted into a luxurious hotel and provisions for water sports too are available there. The splendid Udaipur City Palace facing it was a architectural wonder. We even witnessed a family wedding of the Raj-gharana going on there during our visit. Then we reached Mount Abu 25th December. The boats on the Nakki Lake were dazzling with light…. and the total city was lit up. People were merrymaking on the streets. We too enjoyed with the crowd and i remember i had even participated in a candy-eating competition. We could not take any snaps of the Dilwara Temple since photography of the temple was not allowed. Though it was a temple but it’s architecture was outwardly that of a Mosque to avoid invasion from Mughal soldiers. I also remember climbing a hilltop temple after covering a total of almost 300 stairs. The peace memorial mesuem we visited them healed our disturbed mind. :-p getting too much philosophical!!

Moti Magri in Udaipur
Moti Magri in Udaipur
Maharana Pratap Memorial
Maharana Pratap Memorial
Fateh Sagar Lake
Fateh Sagar Lake
The Fateh Sagar Lake
The Fateh Sagar Lake
Saheliyon Ki Bari
Saheliyon Ki Bari
Saheliyon Ki Bari
Saheliyon Ki Bari
Saheliyon Ki Bari
Saheliyon Ki Bari
Sahelion Ki Bari
Sahelion Ki Bari
Sahelion Ki bari
Sahelion Ki bari
Udaipur City Palace
Udaipur City Palace
Lake Pichola
Lake Pichola
Udaipur City Palace
Udaipur City Palace
Udaipur City Palace
Udaipur City Palace
Mount Abu
Mount Abu
Sunrise Point, Mount Abu
Sunrise Point, Mount Abu
Sunrise Point, Mount Abu
Sunrise Point, Mount Abu
Nakki Lake, Mount abu
Nakki Lake, Mount abu
Any need to tell who he is?
Any need to tell who he is?
Gadisagar Lake, Jaisalmer
Gadisagar Lake, Jaisalmer
Sonar Kella, Jaisalmer
Sonar Kella, Jaisalmer
Sonar Kella, Jaisalmer
Sonar Kella, Jaisalmer
The Thar Desert
The Thar Desert
THE THAR DESERT
THE THAR DESERT
The Thar Desert
The Thar Desert
Jodhpur Palace
Jodhpur Palace
Jodhpur Palace
Jodhpur Palace
Jodhpur Palace
Jodhpur Palace
Haldighati
Haldighati

The trip was a great experience since I got to learn so much about the history of Rajasthan. The palatial architecture kept me spellbound, the vast expanse of the desert sand with the distant camels walking across was indeed an experience to behold for a lifetime.. and obviously i can’t miss the shopping part we did. I remember our luggage initially consisted of 2 bags.. but we had shopped so much that we had to buy two more at Jodhpur. :-). The camel ride at the desert was just great.. it was made more memorable by my mother becuse she was so afraid after sitting on the back of the animal that she started screaming and shouting thus, drawing a giggling crowd around her. The fun and frolic we did at Haldighati was a relief in the long hours of travelling.

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The Trip To Shillong………


This was a trip of June 2011, planned as a break after my I.C.S.E. Exams. When dad brought the flight tickets home I was excited…. hills- my first preference for an outing. Being a lover of  nature it was indeed a time for me to feast!! We boarded the plane.. me, dad and mom from the Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose International Airport (Kolkata) and after those 45 minutes the plane landed at Guwahati airport. The journey through the clouds was indeed worth beholding for a lifetime but i was waiting for the glimpse of the hills. we hired a car and started the journey towards our destination – Shillong. The winding mountain roads, the fresh cold breeze, the lush greens all around was invoking romanticism. But the road was also under construction… so it was then dust covered scattered with bid boulders of the mountains. Suddenly we noticed a big lake… really huge… the driver told it was the Barapani. The lake with its hugeness and green water was a breathtaking sight!! On reaching Shillong we stayed at Hotel Centre Point. The hotel was almost situated at the heart of the city (as i felt) and just beside the Police Bazaar. It was a luxurious place and the bonus was a DISCO at the rooftop of the hotel, which was open to the whole city.

The picture above is obviously mine, standing at ease at the Shillong peak. A beautiful place from where the whole city of Shillong comes to view. It is one of the tourist attractions out there. 

 

Yet another pic of mine.. posing for another shot.

 

well… :-D this was at the entrance of the Elephant Falls at Shillong. The woman here is sportingly posing in the local costumes. 

 

This was a tank kept at a protected area.. opposite to it is a museum showcasing the culture and lifestyle of people living there.

 

This is the Botanical Garden… I searched for some better snaps but all’s in video so I put up this.. the same smiling me!! Lol! It is a lush green place.. with a lake and collection of beautiful flowers and trees. A pleasant spot for people to relax a midst nature.  

 

The golf course…..the smooth grassy surface lined with conifers and the vat expanse will urge you surely to try a bit with golf. I myself did and provided the local people practicing there, with a scope to laugh their hearts out( I did it so badly :-p). 

 

The Catholic church. It is the best places for contemplating and coming in terms with oneself. The serene surroundings works like a balm on the mind and soul.

 

 The picture immediately above and below were clicked on our way to Cherrapunji. It was a roadside point( I forgot the name)… where a view of the hills cut by a river can be seen. The unearthly beauty of the place is bound to mesmerize the tourists. The sound of the flowing river, the chirping birds and the cry of the crickets added more beauty to it.

 

 One of the many waterfalls we saw from the peak at Cherrapunji. Picture below shows me.. I was just trying to see the other waterfalls.

 The picture below was at the Hanging roots Bridge at Riwali… to see this you have to climb quite a distance down the mossy and rocky hilly slope. It is a bridge naturally built by the spreading roots of the trees over a local river. It’s really a natural wonder.

 Stunned??? Well the picture below is not photo-shopped!! This was taken in Mawnyllong.. a village far away from shillong.. and its the cleanest village in Asia. We were just coming down of our car when it stopped here.. when i saw this man in the greenish yellow t-shirt!! Me and my mother were doubting whether it was the great superstar but my dad negated it saying that the IPL was going on how could he be there? But just as he opened his sun glasses…O.M.G.. it was none other than Rahul Dravid while everyone ran towards him from autograph and photograph i too found a piece of paper( which was a paper air sickness bag unfortunately) and ran towards him. :-) :-)

 

 These are the snapshots of Barapani…….. huge is the expanse of this water body.. provisions of boating and other water sports is also available here. Moreover there are good tourist lodgings.

 

 These were taken at the Elephant Falls…. the complete falls has been divided into three sections… there is also a park here.

We had also visited Dawki.. which in on the India-Bangladesh borderline. every year a splendid boat race is held here, with visitors from different parts of the country.
I remember the first day in Shillong was initially proving to be disappointing. It was raining cats and dogs and my parents were against going out. I had a hard time in convincing them.. I told them that since this is one of those places in Earth to get the maximum rainfall you just can’t sit back indoors coz of the rain. they agreed and we went out with just one umbrella..The police bazaar being near we bought two more umbrellas from there. The rain soaked city streets was full with streams of people.It was nothing new for them..the rain soon stopped and we found a local taxi and started for the local places of attraction.
I remember on our way to Cherrapunji… the driver was not sure about the road.. and to add to problems, there was the thick mist. The experience was indeed adventurous..the car taking the twist and turns without getting a proper view of the road, but thanks to God, we were safe.
Wish I could provide with more snaps. Those who are reading this blog.. if you have not visited shillong yet visit it.. !! Such natural beauty will give you a fresh lease of life.. escaping to the hills from the daily city life will rejuvenate you. There are lots of tourist attractions in and around Shillong. And once you reach there don’t get deterred by the rains.Just grab your umbrella and get out of the hotel rooms. Enjoy those hills.. those wild flowers.. the foggy roads..the fresh breeze..the valleys..the vast expanse of the sky..the rain forests….and you are bound to love them all!! :-)

TELEPHONE CONVERSATION (BY WOLE SOYINKA) (I.S.C. NOTES)


SUMMARY:

 

      How can a work of literature be more digestive? A serious issue taken in the fibre of comedy or an infinitive disposal of forms which acts as a prototype. Of course the former one and this art of depiction is found inherently in Soyinka’s poem “Telephone Conversation”.

      The poetry “Telephone Conversation” is synonymous to the concept of Apartheid. The heinousness or the heinous practice of racialism has been condemned in the concerned work in the most humorous manner.

      The telephonic conversation is in between a landlady, who is willing to rent her premises as a tenant. The conversation should have unfolded the prerequisites of the amount which ought to be paid by the tenant to the landlady as a rent to the concerned premises; but it did not occur so, rather the conversation dwindled in and around the colour or rather the race of the tenant. the landlady who was a white-skinned person was actually interested to know about the racial status of her tenant. From here onward the conversation becomes interesting as it unleashes the concept of racial abuse prevalent in the modern society. As a recuperative dose the poet invariably lashes out to describe the colour of his physical whereabouts:”West African sepia…raven black”.

    The radical answer has been described: “Red booth…omnibus squelching tar”. Again red is the colour of British imperialism, it could mean the squelching of the dark people under the feet of the imperialists.

    The stark reality and the use of blank verse tertiarily terminates the social obligation of a black-man in this civilized world; and he thrust this condemnation against the obnoxious practice of “apartheid”.

  The title of the poetry is perfectly thematic. As it nullifies any other composite thing and more to say that the topic of racialism has been intrinsically diagnosed over a Telephonic conversation. So the medium of the debate and the debate itself has been precisely chosen as the title of poetry. This is almost an organic composition to the theme of the poetry. All in all, the poetry has touched the highest watermark as a thematic disposition about the concept of apartheid.It is an insignia of radical revolt against “racial discrimination”.

An Old Woman( by ARUN KOLATKAR) (I.S.C. NOTES)


How does the decay of the old woman become symbolic of the decay in our lives/modern society?

 

 

 

   Indian-English poetry has always shown a profound social consciousness. In the colonial days, Indian-English poetry was underlined by the spirit of patriotism. In this poem the poet makes a searching criticism of India’s culture.

  The poem focuses on an old woman who struggles out her miserable existence in one of the most famed pilgrim spots in India : “The Shiva temple at Tajav”. The poem moves through a logic both expressed and unexpressed, between the old woman and the “you” persona. The woman gets hold of the persona’s shirt and follows him. Her purpose is to get a fifty paisa coin in return of which she will take him to the “horse shoe shrine”.

       The fact that the woman in spite of her old age demands work for pay reflects her endurance of sufferings and self-respect. Her suffering is not only physical it goes into the mind too. In a brilliant image the poet reveals her pain, “The crack…. skin”. This body mind co-relation has been a favourite strategy of modern English poetry and its debt to the English masters may not be denied.

     However, this debt does not restrict him from creating a poem on English culture. The misery of the old woman itself is a living and bitter criticism of the traditional heritage of India. In front of her misery the glory of India’s spirituality, tradition and beauty crumble.

     And the crack,

     And the sky falls.

  Pilgrims visit temples and the coins clatter on the glass plate. No body however looks after the decaying lady. The decaying lady herself becomes a suffering figure o mother India, and our pride and identity of Indian’s are reduced to a fifty paisa coin.

   An Old Woman is a poetry collected from Arun Kolatkar’s famous work “Jejuri”. The old woman stands as an insignia of the decay and degeneration that abound everyone of us. the very outset of the poem as old woman is resolute enough to incur at least “50 paisa coin” from the unsuspecting sight seer in exchange of her offer to guide him to the shrine. She always clings to the man and follows him for the money. In short, the woman’s poverty, her withered appearance, her helplessness- all cast a hipnotic effect on the reader. She is rough and gallant like the surrounding hills.

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DURGA PUJO


I am not wasting time in introducing to you all what is durga puja… for me a bengali it is a festival embedded in my heart… a festival of multifaceted emotions.. a festival for all… from the starting day of mahalaya to the bijoya dashami…. its a festival loaded with enjoyment.. from the serene ritual of “tarpan” in which prayers are offerered to the ancestors to the immersion of the idol of the goddess in the holy water of the ganges.. it is really worth beholding!!

 

 

Below is a snap of a theme pujo… where simple cardboards and lights have been used for the rainbow effect.

 

This is yet another theme which captures the rural tradition of Bengal

The goddess of power… goddess durga..the following is an idol of the goddess.

This is yet another theme pujo where a world of crystals and lights has been created.

 

Sandhya Arati.... This is a ritual of lighting the pradeep(lamps) .
Sandhya Arati…. This is a ritual of lighting the pradeep(lamps) .
The ritual of Kumari Puja.. where girls of  age not more than 12 years are worshiped as a live representative of goddess Durga
The ritual of Kumari Puja.. where girls of age not more than 12 years are worshiped as a live representative of goddess Durga

20 ARRIVES WITH A BANG!


(Trying to recreate the incidents of a friend’s life in writing…… if you view it please do comment how i have started…..if it’s good tell me… even if it is a trash tell me…….. will wait for you all……below i have an entire completed chapter………..)

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Rakesh stood there before the door. He had dressed himself in the best clothes. With a white shirt tugged in and blue denim- he was looking the best. Good-looking he was always but occasions on which he looked ‘presentable’ were rare. His dearest girlfriend Payal, had always complained- “Baby when will you develop THE PROPER DRESSING SENSE?” For Rakesh, he had attributed such complaints to his babe being much ahead of his time, or much ahead of the people of his small town. In reality, the guy had neither the money nor the disposition to do so.
So, he stood there waiting for the door to open. The surprise birthday party thrown for him, cherishing his first step to 20 had just ended. There were his buddies, dance, music, food, drinks and his chick! his heart was full with content. The day had given him more than he could imagine, was his opinion…………..
“The door is open dear”, a soft voice spoke within.
At once he opened the door, stepped inside, locked it and on turning was rooted to the spot.
Payal, was sitting at the center of the bed. she had put on a cherry-red dress, that was hugging to her curves. It had revealed a generous portion of her cleavage. Her slender and waxed hands and legs were shimmering. The curly hairs rested on her shoulder. Her smoky eyes were coercing him to bed. Her posture was seducing him to death. She, as if, had set the bed ablaze.
Slowly he walked forward, gulping the scene with his eyes. He tried his best not to lose composure, but his face was like a mirror. The prospect of the first make-out with Payal had aroused his excitement greatly. She came down from the bed and put her lips close to his ears, and the words came in a playful, soft whisper-
” Ah! I think you are yet not of the age to perform…’
She ran into a loud laughter and ran towards the bed- ” Aww… you will never get hold of me”, her laughter becoming unbearable each moment.
“Is it so?”, he dashed towards the bed, caught her by the hand, she feigned struggle….and soon both sank into the bed. He pulled off her dress, slowly revealing her red hot tube and the lacy panty. A guy, at such a moment, would make the best of the situation- but this guy here, completely unconventional- with a false stern look, blurted out- “Are such undergarments sold at the Annapurna cheap bazaar?” Payal, on the other hand, expecting crisp comments on her perfect curves or the lingerie, pushed him hard in uncontrollable rage. Rakesh giggled and continued, “See yourself- this bra-thing, it’s so impoverished…. I mean where are the straps? I never saw such a thing on any of the girls who stripped before me, I am sure it is a second-hand torn-off thing….” and he blasted with laughter.
‘It’s not a cheap bazaar thing you motherfucker….No fuck off……. go away, I hate you”, she was mad with rage. She tried to push Rakesh away, but after a genuine struggle submitted.
“Chill jaan, I was just kidding”, he paused, “… but i never saw such a fancy….”
” For this i will leave you one day…….”, and before she could complete her lips were locked with his. Soon the dresses were thrown away and the two occupants of the room were naked.
He slowly outlined her breast with his fingers and then started playing with them. He squeezed them……..hard………harder……….hardest….
“Ouchh! Oi it hurts”.
“More pains are to follow…”
She was rubbing his thing with her hand and it was responding- growing stiffer. Their hearts were beating fast, muscles tightening, breaths increasing, a gush of passion rising ti their heads and……
DING! DONG!
“Oh asshole shut up”, cried an annoyed Rakesh, “Ignore babe”, and he came down to her pussy. He rubbed his fingers there, it was wet- a sign of her satiety. Slowly he put his head down and made a stroke of his tongue over the wet area…..
This time a voice followed- ‘Payal open the door!”
With this present voice the would be love-making scene had to get dissolved. The girl was frantic- “Rakesh dress up..It’s Maa! Trust me, she was not to come back today…. I will be dead!” There was a complete hullabaloo in the room, the occupants pushed each other in search of garments, lashed out madly at their clothes, eulogized their good luck with curses and finally it was set.
“Yes Maa I am coming”, cried out a nervous voice, “Listen Rakesh hid yourself at the corner below the staircase….. behind those wooden boxes and as soon as i let Maa in.. you escape..Wear your shoes..leave the socks..you fool…..take it in this parcel..FAST..FAST!”
Finally after what seemed an eternity the door opened. The elderly lady stormed in with bags and baggage, looking exhausted and in a foul mood- “Why did you take such a long time to open the door?”, she eyed the house doubtfully. Payal without answering what she should have, diverted from the topic- “Ma, give me these bags,” and directed the lady to another room.
Meanwhile the hero earlier, finding things going according to plan, ran out silently like a chicken and did not stop until he was far away from the house. “Phew!”, he gasped for breath…… “What a turn of events! Really, the escape was narrow,” he fished out his cellphone out of his pocket and sent a text…..
“Thanks for such an eventful day babe.. I’ll never forget it…;-) Hope everything is okay there.”
The reply said that things were under control and heaving a sigh of relief he walked towards the station, only to attract weird looks of people with his crushed, sweat-soaked shirt and untidy hair. He peeped inside the packet- there was an album. Hearing the public announcement that the train would take another twenty minutes to reach, he took the album and opened it- there were pictures of his childhood days in the first page. Probably, Payal had collected them from his family and friends.
The first photo revealed him as a chubby child posing with his school bag and water bottle and his mind travelled way back to the past………………..

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