She was late; as always. But today it was more then 2 hours. I was scanning all the people dropping by at the Bus Stop near by. No… No sign of hers. I was getting angry frustrated minute by minute. Then suddenly I saw her. The usual brisk walk. Head covered with a scarf. She said sorry; but that carried no weight; as if making me wait for two hours was a very minor thing. I wanted to blow; but don’t know why I could never do that with her.
We went to the park where we had been meeting. She did her usual share of protests; saying somebody will see us ; but by now I knew that those were just for effects
Small talk followed and ultimately lead to the very point I dreaded. Now don’t ask me what was that point. For I don’t know for sure till this date. But I knew whenever we reached that point; her eyes became teary and she repeated for nth number of time that we cannot keep on meeting like that. Reasons?? Girls don’t need any reasons. Their tears are reason enough.
So be it; I said suddenly. May be I had had enough. Lets finish this thing now; no point in dragging along. I can’t say how I felt at that point. She was crying; I was feeling bad but not as bad as I thought I will feel. So this is how it feels to break up; I said to myself. That’s kinda easy… I did not know until that point how wrong was I

We decided to have a cup of coffee before I will see her off at the bus stand. We sat together in a restaurant full of couples. Her eyes were still watery. Suddenly she looked at me and said; So, this is the final time we meet. I did not know what hit me. My eyes stated getting moist immediately. Suddenly it hit me; what life would be without her. Without those endless phone calls; without those tears she used to shed after all our arguments. I tried to wipe it off. But it won’t stop at all and now I was literally crying; as if crying my heart out will stop her from leaving me.

Now after all these years when I look back; I feel may be our love (or whatever it was) was doomed from the very beginning. But whatever was the outcome; those were the most intense feelings I ever felt for someone else. Without her; may be I would not have known what is love and what is pain… And I am ever thankful to her just for that

Am reading the most awaited one night @ call center by Chetan Bhagat and thoroughly enjoying the book. I don’t know why I need a book to start blogging again. Maybe don’t have anything interesting happening in my life apart from reading a book; watching a movie or a weekend party. What a dull life. Ok enough of Self pity; back to the book. May be I am enjoying the book so much because of the many similarities I see in there with my life.
One of them is Bakshi; the obnoxious manager; I can fully sympathies with Shyam because my first manager was even worse then Bakshi. Shyam at least knew he was being screwed; we did not realize it for first three months although we (Team of five) were screwed day in day night. We had to bear daily dose of three hours lessons on a Kerberos and Encryption for every simple query like how to connect to database (from a guy; who did not know anything about those things apart from the spelling) But when we had enough we had enough and decided to hit back. And what a hit it was; Mr. Know it all was dumped out of the team he was leading. I think he will have nightmares about encryption; decryption and Kerberos for the rest of his life…
Now let’s see what Mr. Shyam does to Bakshi. Will he take this shit for the rest of his life or give it all back to him with compliments…
Will know tonight when I finish it

Me 

Is not life is like a road? Keeping a new secret hidden at every turn and twist. Some bitter some sweet. May be it becomes a bit boring when the road straightens out some time for a long time; but you never know when the next turn may come; so just try to enjoy the straight road while it lasts...

Durga Puja; just these two words brings back an avalanche of memories… Strangely when I think of Puja; it’s not that of the image of Ma Durga that comes to my mind; instead it’s the smell of fire crackers and bang of toy pistols. The earliest memory of Puja in my mind is that of a beautiful pearl handled (fake) pistol. Dad gave it to me when we went to Calcutta (It was still Calcutta and not Kolkota). The pistol became an inseparable part of mine. I was about 8 years old and pistol was making me feel just like Phantom (My hero of that period). It was bang bang all the time. Ma had a hell of a time trying to separate me from my pistol. But I will not be persuaded. After all who has seen Phatom without his pistols?
The there was those sessions of Chor Police (Cops and the robbers) with neighborhood boys; we used to play that game all the time but Puja gave it its special flavours because of the pistols.

Going to be at home during Puja this year; but will dad give me a pearl handled pistol this time? Will I have those friends to play chor Police again. What price I wont pay to get my childhood back for a few days…

Going home in October (At least that is the plan). A shiver of excitement passes though my body whenever that thought comes to my mind. Home… what a beautiful word. Although not every place is as beautiful as the image attached; but still my minds eyes only find the very best of sceneries in front of them when I think of Assam; may be this is the magic of staying away from home for around 8 years (if you don’t count those infrequent visits of 10-15 days once a year.and this time it is more special as I will be there just at the time of Durga Puja (Second most popular festival in Assam after Bihu)

Forgotten Memory
Talked to someone after a long long time. But it was not half as good as I thought it would be. It was kind of stale cold food that one picks up from the refrigerator after a hard days work.
I can still remember the times when I could wait for hours just for that single phone call. When we used to talk for hours without ever thinking what to talk next and time used to fly away. But today 5 minutes seemed to stretch forever...They say time is all powerful; Time ca change anything. Today I know; its true

Paul Gauguin

Van Gogh classics

Just finished reading a novel named Jiwan Trishna(in Assamese; my mother tongue) by my dad. It is based on the life and times of Vincent Van Gogh; one of the greatest artist of all time.
This can be a great reference point for anybody interested in Van Gogh.
Diti (as I call my dad) had earlier written another novel named Sunali Deha (Golden Bodies). This again was based on another great artist of a real fascinating character Paul Gauguin. That novel was simply great (well I can't stop you from thinking that I am saying this because he is my dad; but my opinion stands). The second one is good but I did not find that as interesting as the first one. May be that have to do something with the diverse personalities of both the friends (yes; both Gauguin and Van Gogh were contemporaries). Van Gogh’s paintings explode in riotous colors; but his life was not that colorful (I mean by artist’s standards). Whereas Gauguin can come out of any Hollywood flick…
I am including a few paintings of both the artists. The ones I like the best

Some more images

after a long long time; I am back to blogosphere. had a long weekend off as monday was indepence day of India; went to Mussorie; a hill station with four of my friends. Mussorie was enchanting; though jam packed. All the time we were there it was filled with an mysterious fog. Enjoyed thoroughly. I am attaching some of the snaps that we took there. More to come soon

Read something really interesting yesterday… That we should learn three things from the children

How to be happy without a reason
How to be busy without a cause
How to be persistent in our effort for getting something we want (Have you seen a child throwing all the tantrums he is capable of; when he wants a toy of his choice?)

Is not that a wonderful view. It reminds me of the green fields of my native land; assam, the land of blue hills and gren fields.
It just reminds me of those beautiful days when I could see the rain pattering against the tin roof of the temple in front of house. It used to sound so musical.

I think I am becoming a fan of Paulo Coelho. After finishing Alchemist now I am starting on The Valkyries. So far it’s been good, although not as good as the alchemist. But let’s wait; I have just covered half only. While writing this piece I just searched the net and found these pieces about Valkyries

This is a term found Scandinavian mythology is preserved in the Old Norse literature .The Valkyries ("Choosers of the Slain") are beautiful young women, mounted upon winged horses and armed with helmets and spears. Odin needs many brave warriors for the oncoming battle of Ragnarok, and the Valkyries scout the battlefields to choose the bravest of those who have been slain. They escort these heroes, called the Einherjar to Valhalla, Odin's hall.

Want to know more?? Read this link May find it interesting.

Read the Alchemist a few days back. Well this is one of those books that will leave an everlasting impression on me. Specially the theme; Follow your Destiny
All of us (At least most of us) have dream for his life. I am not talking of aims; aims are easily achievable goals; Aims are like a far flung destination but at least you know the way, you know that if you travel on this path for these many days you will reach there someday;
But Dreams are made of different stuff. They almost look like unachievable, like fantasy. Also you know that you have to reach there but don’t know how. And that’s when one start thinking of dreams as impractical things and starts concentrating on aims instead. But is not that a great loss for us and the world as well.

I think; The Alchemist just shows the way to realize our dreams. To not to lose hope. Anybody who dreams should read this book at least once.

Have taken a shot of tetanus vaccine. actually had a cut three days back and if I got infected then vaccine is of no use after 24 hours of the cut. But found out some interesting facts about tetanus.
1. Unlike the common misconception (At least I had that) rust is no way responsible for tetanus. It’s only that the bacteria residing on the place like that causes the disease. It is not a nice disease to have; so better take the injection as soon as you have a scratch. I was really tense for a few days and still not completely out of that

Have done this thing 3 times prior to this, but for all the 3 times begining and end was the same post. Hope wont repeat the same track record again.
Well this time I am gonna be regular.