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Constellation.

It was a juncture which have never been witnessed before. The four biggest stars of Modern Indian Cinema releasing their movies in the market, in a span of days within November-December 2008. A rare aggregation of stars, and their intellectual contributions.
Salman Khan with Yuvvraaj.
Sharukh Khan with Rab ne Bana di Jodi.
Aamir Khan with Ghajini.
Akshay Kumar with Chandni Chowk to China.
A star studded year, with the hope for many many more to come next year, for humans like to dream and wake up to their dreams.... Good Morning 2009, its almost time for you to wake us up in our dreams...
Lets dream better and bigger....

The Last Four Months...

Recently, a number of comments have been on regarding the drop of class in my Blog articles. Actually an idle frame of body as well as mind, locked up within the four walls of this Calcutta residence has, locked up the versatility of the thoughts that once had flown out like just melted crystal clear water. Sometime it feels to top blogging, but again, I have had a heart to this, till I drop!

Anyways, lets come back to the original posting. Its about the last Four months of this present year.

SEPTEMBER 2008:

The personal life was way too down casted. With abstract thoughts, morose outlook and many things marred with the then occurring events spanned through out the month. The tension of GRE on a personal capacity along with many other personal problems were spanned with intermittent remedies brought about by Soccer, with The Calcutta Football League taking place. The three superpowers of Calcutta made the headlong battle to win the title, in which ultimately the oldest soccer club of As…

The Fifth to the Eighth month of 2008.

This article is the continuation of the last article regarding the first four months of 2008. A simple and minor attempt to commemorate the year, through blogs. (Who knows, when the earth gets devastated by a future cataclysmic collision with a comet, these bytes would stay to give the aliens about the insights of 2008, the year that was....)

MAY 2008:

Not an eventful month in any aspect. Only that the rigorous student life was over, and I would soon be a post graduate from University of Calcutta.

JUNE 2008:

"It feels quite like the Hitler's Nazi out there to sink the Spanish Armada. " This was one of the most important tags especially in Europe through out June 2008. The Euro was back, and it was a final between the hugely talented Germany and the Spanish team. But like all the surprises in store, Spain won their one of the most sought after title the comprehensive manner.

June was also the month which saw Halloween take its advanced appearance, with a Friday falling with th…

Looking Back the First FOUR months of 2008.

A few more days before the year 2008 bids farewell. And @ this juncture, everything plays back with the mixed orchestra, of sweet to dull melodies... Be it the start of the new year, be it the friendships, be it the few odd tours here and there, and then on a much wider aspect, in the social arena, the national arena, things have been a mixed bag. Here are some of the reflections, that I would like to look back and may be provide a few links, in the blogs that I have written or recorded without any profitable motifs...

JANUARY 2008:

In Indian Sports, January was a month of Cricket and her Controversies. The age old word rivalry continued, but this time it got a bit dirty. After the Monkeygate Controversy between Harbhajan Singh (India) and Andrew Symonds (Australia, Host), the Aussie Brand wagon to create history was yet again halted by the Indians, a feat once achieved in 2001, now in 2008. Two articles can be cited regarding these:

*Monkey Gate Controversy: http://somnath-is-here.blogs…

Time to Say a Bye...

POST #215.
Surely the above heading shall have you all get the sniff of something very unique. Its about converting from anirrational frame of mind to a rational frame, and that too in a day.
11:45AM : We boarded the Ranaghat Local from Sealdah.Joydip, Budhaditya, Kanad, Ankitaand myself, represent a section of the lyaad group which has members namely Arpita, Abhisek, Soma,Raktim, Dhiman and the little master, Arijit. Raktim, Arpita and Dhiman couldn' make it, but the rest were all but determined to make it over to Abhisekh's house, may be for the last time in many many days to come... Till now, the thought didnt grip us like what it did and devastated us in the last few minutes.
The train came to a halt at Barrackpore, from there we went to Moorgimahal, Abhisekh's place and gotten ready to get a helping over the beautiful cake to commemorate the day, by Abhisekh. A HAPPY GET TOGETHER cake, that made the event a cake walk for some smiles as well as some tears.


Arijit came in a…

What's Next?

POST # 214.

After GRE, its now the fag end of December, 2008. Most of my pals have taken their share of NET this Dec, 2008. Now with a score that is le reckoning, and a very reckoning TOEFL in the mixture, it feels to suffocated and at the edge of sheer discomfort, I sit down to think... What's Next?
For the moment, its festive season, and more so its winter here in Kolkata. And it has been a cheerfully chilling season in the last 10 years. The thought to enjoy the life sets in with the extra punch of Cappucino with the occasional concotion of Bloody Mary or Save the Private Ryan, or may be on the rocks, a peg of Peter Scot. The nose grows red, the ears steam and the palate flood with the thought, leave aside writting.
And then.....?
It will be 1st January 2009. To me, it now seems that some plan have gone haywire! The barbs are really prickly to touch. They are cold, and shockingly painful. The inputs of the Christmas nor the New year has had any affect on…

JAI HIND.

Post #213

A Pakistani, a Bangladeshi and a Sardarji are sitting at a Pub in Bavaria drinking beer.



The Pakistani drinks his beer and suddenly throws his glass in the air, pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces. He says 'In Islamabad our glasses are so cheap that we don't need to drink from the same one twice.'




The Bangladeshi [obviously impressed by this] drinks his beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the glass to pieces. He says 'In Dhaka we have so much sand to make glasses that we don't need to drink out of the same glass twice either.'




OUR Sardar, cool as a cucumber, picks up his beer and drinks it, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the Pakistani and Bangladeshi. He says




'In India we have so many Pakistanis and Bangladeshis that we don't need to drink with the same ones twice'.





!!!!!!!!JAI HIND!!!!!!!!

30th Federation Cup.

POST #212.

18th Dec 2008, was a day when we saw one of the best soccer matches in recent times between two arch rivals, Mohun Bagan (The Mariners) and EastBengal (The Burning Torch). The oldest Arch Rivals in the history of Asian football, started since 1925.
In the Semi Finals, the latters were over frustated to have a win against the formers, as Mohun Bagan was riding a 8 consecutive winning streak against East Bengal, with 6 wins and two draws. This time, The Federation Cup semis was a place to prove, and every team in whatever mind set regarding the recent past, had the full focus and pressure on. The initial minutes were when Mohun Bagan showed their poweress, prowling over the opposition from both the flanks. Marcos while Lalkamal Bhowmick made the perfect horns with the center forwards J. R. Barreto and B. Bhutia (Indian Football team Captain) made inroads. Isfaq played the sudden torrents, tearing past the East Bengal left flank with shear pace and good passes. But after the ini…

When Everything gets into the Whirlpool...

It swirls around like everything getting gulped into the drain after the lid of the bath tub is left open at leisure. It is this moment when the sense of sensibility, sensuality and senescence makes their crumpled way, cramping out of the now smaller gateways of the IQ. They try to burst out of the CELL.... paining, ever increasing on every home run that the adversity makes. Tough asks and demands.
Pray all turns up well.

The Ignited Indians...

Its been a long time that we have kept mum. Sixty years is quite a long time to reckon, but the leaders have falsely showed their silence amidst the storm. After the Mumbai Fiasco in November, 2008, the Indians all over the Union have aroused with new sentiments and ideas, and some of the innovative posters as a part of a visual movement enamoured the stretched arms of the youth and the old alike to voice their common resentment and aversion for many power crazy politicians. I recieved the pics from a mail, as I am just a pert of this movement, to show a note of support for the movement!











The Rocking Horse Winner.

POST # 209

I have seen the shadow sway to and fro, have seen the arm chair rock like the pendulum of the old grandfather clock. Even when D.H Lawrence created magic with his own Rocking Horse Winner, I can relate that to my own wooden horse that kept swaying long time before my wonder years. The boy's family lacked money to set up a social standard, maintain it infact! And, December end, another person thinks of proper, fruitful investment of what he has gathered in his past five years. Guess who is gonna be a winner, is not the question, but the stories and the brocade of beautiful visions comes to the mind... I dont know whether I can win the match, but yes, I have opted for being a part of this hugely competitive race. Who ever wins, I wish that my life keeps its smiling ways, rock solid!

I keep thy fingers crossed, and lie in wake, in the hands of fate, to curve out a good news into my eventless life!

Blemishes all The way...

POST # 208.

Today thePrinceof Football did set his blessed feet on the land of Fertility, in the City of Joy, Kolkata, India. The welcome on his arrival in the early morning was too overwhelming for him to come to terms that India holds so many fan following of his. His interpreter decoded:I don't believe that they have come to see me....! There were about 30000 strong men and women, children and senior citizens, who wanted to catch a glimpse of this great man who had the capability to single handedly manage a game and be called as Mr. Football!
Mr. Diego A. Maradona, the World Player of The Year, The Player of the Century (1900- 2000), hundreds of Player of the Match, and The Century's Best Goal scorer came to Kolkata, where every player dream to come just to feel the vibes that runs in the arteries and the veins. They are all Indians, they are either Mohun Bagans or East Bengals or Mohameddan Sportings... but today they were the follower of God actively.... but as the saying i…

Whispers of The Heart.

POST # 207.
The December has already expanded it's wings to cover up the whole world, with its chilling spells. And today, Mr. Diego Maradona makes his first step in India, and that too in Calcutta / Kolkata. His two days stay in India, the God of Soccer, would grace his fans from what has been one of the best year end extravaganza that the Kolkata Crowd has ever witnessed. Back in the 60s, The Black Diamond, Pele of Brazil graced the Yuva Bharati Krirangan playing against MohunBagan, the Oldest Soccer Club in Asia and today, Maradona, the God of Soccer would let his footfall on this same turf, of YBK... and when he does so, the one lakh strong crowd would surely felicitate the great. Although an year ago, it was Oliver Kahn, the legendary Goalkeeper of Germany, played his last career match against Mohun Bagan, in YBK, as part of Bayern Munich... but this is totally different. Due to lack of tickets, I will not make it, but would not miss the program on air, directly from YBK! For m…

Winter is White Hue with the Cold Blue...

The motto, the theme of many people today In India is to stand together and pray for th peace of the departed soul in the November 2008 attcak. That's why all Indians are almost wearing white, to show unity, and strength, the internal and most important factor binding the thousands of sects in the nation today.
I will also be there in white, so lets make this writting whiter!!!

Select the blank part above by draging your mouse over with left button pressed and you will get the message!!

Enlightened????

Two days back, I wrote this articles to express the horror that have been inculcated in every Indian at the moment. The article is as follows:
http://somnath-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-terror-strikes.html

Two days hence, the Indians, just like their culture goes, will stay together and rise again to be bigger and better than ever. But this uprising, within every communities amounting to many hundreds in this seventh largest nation, there remains certain blotches. 1) Blotch #1: The Maharshtra CM, Mr. B. Deshmukh along with his actor son H. Desmukh and the famous negative action thriller director and producer of Bollywood, Mr. R.G Verma went for a park stroll at the Taj. The incidence looked as if they were gathering there to get the plot idea of the next super duper hit Bollywood Blockbuster: Encounter at Taj or something like that! It may be a ulti starred...but Iw ould refrain myself from seeing it as it will not be a documentary, but a commercial mockery of the 183 innocent citi…

Bondhu.

Jodi tumi amake chao jante,
Parbe ki amake emni bhabhe mante...?

Nistabdha ek manush ami,
Nei birodh, Nei glani...
Jibon er theke paowa amar shanto akhi,
Moner majhe bas kore ek sopner pakhi...

Chobi tuli, Bandhuder hashai...
r Moner manush k valo rakhte chai..
Chotto amar songsar ogo,
Ajana pathik...
Klanto hoye esho amar kache,bosho amar pashe...
Misti kore hath-ti tomar dhore, shonabo kichu sundo-r kahini...

Ogo ajana pathik,sabai chotte...
amake pas katiye...tabuo ami achi,
jekhan-e.
Jonaki ra misti alo rakhe,
jekhan-e,
Josna ratri nijer molin abhai shorir-er protiti anga dhore,
jekhan-e,
raat pohale jibon sathi matha-ti rekhe nidra paan kore,

sekhan-e...
pabe amai...
Tomar bandhu hoye.


---- Somnath Paul. 30.11.2008

When Terror Strikes

The new province of Terror: Hotels, like the Taj and Oberoi in Mumbai, India. The old province of Birth of Terrorism and Terrorists: Pakistan. They lack any shame, even after the two wars that they have got battered hollow in the hands of few Indian Army Personnel. Even in Kargil, they made their cursed shadow fall our Mother. Back then and Now also, in Mumbai, we have crushed their powers, which a filthy, just like their birth! Pakistan plays all kinds of dirty tricks, and it is the Indians who have shown their pity on those filthy creatures. I remember one famous dialogue from a bollywood movie: Agar hum sab Hindusthani unke border per susu kar de, tab toh unke udhar baar aa jayega!(If we Indians pee standing at the border, it will bring flood in their (Pakistan's) territories)
Mumbai have seen the early 90s Blast, a face of terrorism, and today there are strong clues that the terrorists, using the sea route enroute from Pakistan, to Mumbai, via Gujarat have breached all the Int…

Sepia, The Forgotten World, Unforgotten...

The pigments run wild. More than a thought to spare, Sepia and its pigmented pictures images back to the eons of wild thoughts, irrational desires and imaginations of Cloud9! The childhood always bakes a cake smudged with cashews, raisins, almonds and hazel nuts. Sometimes ingredienst of sour vitality makes one self awed with his or her own "ir"responsible work.
Time works out its way through the mazes till the present. It wriggles through the muddy waters into the Lake Balkan. Deep down the crevices it moves to the darkness, to find some respite from the Unreal Thoughts of the Wonder Years. No time to think such, for time demands you to be practical. Those days of baby talks, baby steps are over and out!
It grinds...
It grinds...
and will keep on doing so, till The person Attains Eternity!

Hi all...

An information was mis-represented in my last article. That was something "THE ARTICLE" of no use for a simple fish monger like me... but could have been better suited as the 200th post. But, fact is, this present article which you are reading is actually the 200th post. In my history of various articles that I have posted time and again, there was one unwritten draft, deleting which makes the last article 199th and this one as 200th. Although there has been a common knack to write something meaningful, but with the increasing back pain, I would just like to enumerate the spectrum of thoughts that Ihave tried to serve you people since 2006 June. Previously I took my tuitions as my only livelihood and to get rid of various unwanted pains I got myself indulged in blogging. Well life is on the roll... but Blogging has never stopped. From the initial simple target of discussing my taughts online, now it has come to discussing anything under the screen. ;-) anyways, just to give …

Solitary "RIPPER"

William Wordsworth was one of the most prolific Romantic Poet, who gave all his creativity for the matertials in and around the natural ambience. His poem The Solitary Reaper remains a special poem that I have ever read. But what is the intention to speak about this or like this? I have heard no maiden sing, nor in the plains, nor moving up the hill...! Then? Why in my 200th post, of all the happenings or no happenings of my life, did I choose the poet and his creation. May be the poem's matter dont have that practical implication with my article, or if some one can, well is free to find one. Infact, I will explain one...

Solitarymeans, to be all alone in a particular co-ordinate in the spatial location. (doesnt suit the natural beauty!!!???) There's a beautiful music when being alone. A music heard to oneself, keeping others gazing with wonder as to what You believe and what you do:
Will no one tell me what she sings?
- Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-o…

:)

Let there be smile...
Let the brightness prevail...
Let there be sin... of temptation....
Let there be Love... with the Making...
For even the skies above..
Refrain from saying...
The magical words...
That have always been...
The green factor for the neglected...
The pink factor for the seduced...
The red factor for the speaker...
But it has been fruitful...
For Love.... and The Cupid Seeker....

A Dozen Years...

It was an evening in August 1996, Kalka Mail. I was then in the sixth standard, and that is the first time I heard, chota Sourav. My name is Somnath, not Sourav! Yet many eyes stared with awe about the then similarity. Seldom did I know about the feats of another Bengali, done a few weeks back in Lords, The Bethlehem of Cricket.
Sourav Chandidas Ganguly, made a Test Debut comeback against England, where he made back to back test centuries, under the able captaincy of Md. Azharuddin. Incidentally, the legend made his debut on the last test match of another legendary name in Cricket, Dickie Bird. Those two knocks ensured that the Son of Bengal was never to look back, and continue some glorious years, before he would retire 12 years later in November 10th, 2008.
Today, I am not going to enumerate his achievements, as have many many articles do, but I would put forward some incidents where by the Great and myself bear resemblance. Not only in Kalka Mail, but the direct "sweet" as…

Reminescence.

November 2005, was something different. Three years down the line, a lot has changed. The stature as well as the status of those who were once on the train together, heading for Andhra Pradesh. The tour started in an ebullinece of shear brilliance of joy and feel good. It was winter in the air, starting from Howrah station. The 0655hrs Falaknama felt so blessed, so auspicious, bringing in the thoughts of another 5 years back, when in Standard X, I bode my school party to enjoy a 9 days extended tour to North Bengal. Things happened so fast... so "rough". To give it a thought, I found myself at the periphery of all the matters, gelling the various people well and various points of time.
September 2000 and November 2005 resulted in the zeal to move out, the Dil Chahta Hain style, which had taken place on three instances through out the post graduation days in February 2007, August 2007 and then the biggie in January 2008, going to Digha ( 2days), Diamond Harbour ( 1day) and the…

Sand-"witched"....

Life has got all stand still amogst the expectations of the proffessional as well as the personal front. It just sleeks on, in between that small space. No time to relax, atleast, quote unquote to my friend, I can well put it forward, regarding the applications for the Universities in States: Its well in the Hands of Fate....

Anil Kumble - The Indian Braveheart.

2nd November, 2008, by God's grace was witnessed by me. The news flashed in a national news channel that the Leggie, Anil Kumble would be retiring at the end of the Firoz Shah Kotla match, today. It was a bounced googly, the one that this great cricketer have delivered all over the world, all round his career. With an injured left hand, Jumbo as he is known better in the cricketing faternity, he took 3 wickets in the Australian first Innings of this third test, in Kotla, New Delhi, India. It is the self same ground, where he became the second bowler in the history of test cricket, after Jim Laker, taking 10 wickets in an innings. The feat was achieved in 1999, against the arch rival Pakistan. It also made Jumbo the first spinner to achieve it, as Laker was a pacer.
Anil Kumble has 619 test wickets in his 100+ tests. In the shorter format, that is ODIs, he has 337 scalps, a feat that explais his 18 year long career, ending at 38 years of age. He politely and gentlemanly admits, &quo…

Come November, Come the Cold Northernlies...

It has been a bumpy ride for the past few days. Uncertainty gloomed Mr. P. He tunes his transistor for some relief song... may be something on request. But the stations blare with the forecast of a storm. The mind of Mr. P predicaments, what to do, where to seek some enlightened thoughts. What is right? To support or pressed hard against the motion. In past Mr. P got the inclination of disatisfaction when he pressed hard against it. He doesnt want to commit the same act again, yet his act is demanded by the situation.
The leaves rustle against the window pain. Its a foreplay before the winds pour in their traditional dismantling effects! There is something for every one... its just a wait for time. Mr. P wants nothing but a smiling life. He craves all his hours just to think out ways of ensuring that. The clock strucks 0200 hrs on 2nd November, 2008. Its time to have a sleep, and comatosed, he may think clear... may be....

Baseless Platform.

When the roads up ahead asks for a face lift, with all the smudged zebra crossings and the signals on their way of worked out exit, the bull dozer makes the work hard to comprehend. Where is it all coming from? And what is the basic use of creating a fuss, which brings less harmony to a presently harmonious mind?
Nothing is the call.
Nothing is the bottom line.
Yet there is a fence of non violence, a complete faith, understanding and belief in the other. These walls are always too strong for anything to come across and hard enough to resist all kinds of over running elements. Its a matter of time to see it over, for the Great Wall magnets from the moon, even after over 3000 years, why not this wall of belief. Of course it will... It has to... We can opver come with this weapon, as pure as white, flawless, un mitigatable... just the strength is required to pass through this baseless platform, and win the trophy of happiness, ever after!!! Always....

25th Day of October, 2008.

Another day is on the cards. Two days hence will be one of the most lighted festivals, Diwali, be celebrated through out India. But life starts from where it has ended for me, from yesterday. The feeling is far from being satisfied and perplexion rules the day. I feel lethargic. Out of focus, as what to do and what not to. Seem quite anachronistic in my existence. Should have been in the times when there still were the feudal lords, and I would be the heir of a huge village and acres and acres of land.
With the weather all turned cold, with the occassional gusts blowing across the streets, with mumbling swirls of the fallen, yet partially soaked leaves sounds quite loud in the desolate "cold" streets of Calcutta @ 2:43AM.
The trucks hustles across the speed brakers. Something really bad is looming around.... but what is it? I dont know. Atleast this proves that I am not God, atleast to those people who are interested to know the answer of that stupid question: "Who are Yo…