Indeed a nitwit..

I was wallowing about the motto “go by the instinct” just a few days back. But sometimes following your instinct hurts, hurts bad. And then I experience exactly what they say “sushtho sorir ke byasto kora”.
But then I feel like besh korchhi, whatever frigging things I’m doing I’m doing to myself!
And I’m enjoying it. Man shedding a few ‘precious’ tears or being delirious and doing something rash are much better than just bumming around!
My new mantra has changed to “Chobbo bina chyan kahan re….!”
From “karma is a bitch” to this wacky new one, I must say, a fagging journey!
My best friend must be proud of me. I am!

P.S. Gawwd, what have I just written?!
Oh! I get it, I think this post epitomizes the term DEMENTED RAVINGS.

No-nonsense

Today, out of the blue, I had the misfortune to encounter some old stuffs (it’s been a virtual encounter. Thank god for that!) I got perplexed for good measure. But duh, I sense the nonsense in me (it’s a very recurring case indeed!)

And it’s actually GRAET. Now if I look back I feel excessively pleased for being what I am now, at least at this instant I’m feeling so. To this point I must add what I always add,” akhon mone hochhe,kal nao hote pare…but akhon jeta mone hochhe setao to thik,genuine.”

Someone has finally stopped thinking and she is going by the instinct! There are obviously fleeting hesitations and reasons that argue but come on lets not give them a damn!!
And it's time to shut the Voices up (only if they don't agree with me, heehaw!)

The Boy Who Will Always Live

I watched the very last movie twice and the sense of sadness increased with each dialogue, with each scene. Because I knew that this is the end- the end of an epoch. The last movie, I believe, made everybody much melancholiac. While turning forward the last page of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows I awaited for the movies which were yet to come. And now we have nothing to look forward any more. Everything comes to an end and we can never hope for a better ending than this for the boy who lived.

The seven books and eight movies- I’d felt each character grow and grew up with them.
My sister still sulks about how her little sister made it impossible to follow the movie- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets- throwing random curious questions about Dobby (Oh! I loved him and his eyes so much), Hogwarts, the sky-like ceiling of the great hall, the Whomping Willow, the characters and everything.
I totally believed that Hogwarts exists (I still do by the way. Period.).And this belief was reinforced by the sudden arrivals of a white owl in our balcony. Ofcourse I was 11 then! And in the dead of night I waited, standing by the window, for a letter and the headmaster of Indian Hogwarts! Even Howrah station seemed so mysterious to me!

The books were dearer to me because I was always a keen reader. Also, by the time the 3^rd movie released I’d read all the first five books.
Harry shared everything with me.
It’s hard to believe that the spellbounding ride of J.K.Rowling has ended!
But I know for sure that it’s a never ending ride. Those beloved books will take me back to the world of magic whenever I wish to.

P.S. A kid even tried to speak in parcel-tongue for a while but couldn’t succeed!! 

I was wishing to let it rain only a moment ago so that I could enjoy my steamy cup of coffee and Norah Jones (completely hooked to it all over again!). But suddenly the sounds of paper pipes (vepus) make me remember that today is Rathajatra. Thousands of kids may be, rather must be, praying to God not to rain today. How selfish of me! How time makes us selfish and indifferent to everything!!

p.s. I would love to attach the picture the  good old Rath of ours. But now i don't even know where it is! May be bundled up somewhere in the attic...