Thursday, October 29, 2009

i wish i go to sleep today and wake up when i am 70, only to die a painful slow death.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

was with an old man as he talked his way through

i was at jyoti babu's house today
with an old servant of the government, i had no clue i has headed there,
so when the driver asked where, and a loud deep accented voice barked back, indira bhobon, i was...where!? and i think i jumped a lil when the driver too replied with shock.... jyoti babu'r bari!?!!!!!
at that moment i knew i was in for a ride, a very interesting ride.
this man, 83, full of faith and cane to steady his wobbly stride was on a mission. he was from agartala, tripura. he spoke all the way with a loud muffled silati-bengali-mixed-with-an-awkward-english dialect as i cursed myself for being sober and not having the slowmo option, oh how dearly i missed it. i tried to grab most of what he said. to my knowledge he was verifying with me, the politically correct khisti chitter chatter he hoped to do with mr.B, this mr.B. so in a way i was being asked on what mr.B would eventually get to hear, not good things mind you, most of it was directed criticism to the steady decline of power and the stupidity with which the reds marked themselves with red tape.(most of them went way way way over my head, so i nodded along and gave the voluntary grunt of approval) all the time himself being a red fanatic, staying true to the color from what i gathered, old school. so anyway, this and that we were in front of the house, the cops tried to verify who we were, the man took all the attention. talk about taking charge of a situation, i was at awe as he gave another official's card and with the ease with which he was let in. i accept the manner was wrong, but clearly he has been there, done that, z level security, bah humbug. i heard him apologize for his apparent loud rudeness, as he said, his father too complained and he explained it was the reason why people feared him. i was looking at my newest role model. well not in the way that i would change into a dhooti, but i was like wow. we breached security, there he was taken to an ac outhouse where he'd wait for mr.B to wake from slumber. the security were like who is this guy, and this is the one who apparently recognized him and escorted us in. heh. we weren't allowed to leave the old man there as planned. the name on the card was phoned. they knew who he was. they politely came and said, sir is sleeping, and is sick also, fever since last night.
we left the house with the same poise with which we came, i got off after a while, the last thing i heard was raj bhobon jabo.
i foiled that plan. but i think it was for the better good.
all this with a joint in my pocket.

Monday, October 5, 2009

pujo 2009


















in short

Thursday, October 1, 2009

back


so i be back from malda
it went well, not as bad i expected
a sister is getting married, the count down is on again
saw the time ticking, old people getting older
a whole week without internet :) more importantly farmville
india has really been hit by draught
global warming is catching up
the heat this time around was just unbearable, to the point that ac's in mud houses was seriously discussed, as in seriously no joke, sounds funny but honest
pictures i will put up as i settle in again
the future for paton seems grim, no new faces
old ones are quickly dispersing quickly
one good thing is friends are welcome, and have come in the past
everyones changed, in a good way
or maybe i just grew old
mama'r shamne diye mod er jogar, sigh, and i don drink only
smoking up on a field next to a batch of banana trees stinking from the fertilizer
actually not being able to count the no. of stars in the sky
to almost seeing other galaxies
playing 29 with the kirton ppl and the boli man
unknown people calling me "bhagnay", and many toothless smile
awestruck by the awesomeness of the zippo
someone told my sister, bhagnay nei, theek jomche na
heh, sigh
this is the only thing that is certain
every year, it going to happen, with or without you
but the end does loom, its scary
i want my children to experience this
its a reality check,
for all those who bunk it, its a huge huge loss, jack asses
but then there are those who'd chop off their hands just to be here but still can't
this is my Christmas, my thanks giving, onam, rath yatra, ganesh chaturthi, kali puja, holi, this is my festival. my time to get back to my roots, and give adda with the people who ideally should be your friends your family, your close ones. time to get back to all the missed opportunities, mending bad ones. its my time. my time to spend countless hours in the pond