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A tinge of smoke in my Vodka.

Nothing psychedelic in it...just that was sitting with my glass beside the bon-fire and enjoying the New-Half Crescent moon under the dark foggy veil of 24th December 2010. Expecting the Santa? Well..just missed him..may be!
Sparkling Smirnoff. Dec 2010, Somnath Paul.
But it was a Party more than expectation! Food (Guha Manab - Tandoor Chicken from Arambagh!); Chinese noodles; Chilli Chicken; Fried rice; Lemon; Exotic Choclates and flow of Smirnoff and White Mischief from the glass "slim" barrels! but, every party should have something and that was the Bon Fire. The roof-top Bonnie was a first in my life, but let me say- I have mastered the art, thanks to previous trekking experience! Niladri- Bo"r"n Fire; Dec 2010, Somnath Paul.
10 souls, Enrique, Souls from our heard off experience, Plans to visit a haunted place, desire to call the souls and many more. Life goes on, 24/12/10 finished 30 minutes before midnight.
That moment, even Rajesh Khanna would have loved to live…

A Decade That Was...

2001-10.

Ten years... changing my status in great many ways.

From a pretty school guy, it turned me into a professional teacher; made me into a lover and a photo-fanatic; a decade that made me receive the only slap from a contemporary female to a decade that gave me S5, Presimates and really ultra cool Lyaad Group. It was a decade that had pushed my limits to getting transformed into a barrel, liking the bitter liquid.

It was decade when I started as well as renounced the pornographics, realized that time was short and there are many more avenues to grab the money on the loose.

It was a decade that had turned me into Sir, into a scholar and also a friend in dire needs!

Many things apart from 3 Soccer World Cups, 3 Cricket World Cups, several medallions in the Olympics, Asiads and the Common Wealth games. A spontaneous blogger now drying up with ideas to run, yet the passion remains to cross the mark and set new standards with every writing remained!

Physiology >> Genetics and no…

I Loved its Creativity.

Discover Madhya Pradesh. If an advertisement is more than making you sit there for over 1 minute, speechless and nothing but admiration to the ingenuity, then the cause would be more enchanting. I have always loved the folk lore that is associated with this region. The oscillation of the string (meniature bina), the music gets you to the heart. All in shadow, depicting all the tourists spots within Madhya Pradesh, I was spell bound to see it.
Come May, I am longing to go out with mom and who knows, this place might be on the charts... I just couldn't stand aside, but share with you all the master piece... have a look:


I wonder, with all the amenities of Nature in West Bengal, why haven't the State tourism board come up with an ad? We have Darjeeling, Dooars, Maithon, Mirik, Digha, Shankarpur, Mandarmani, Sunderbans, Birbhum, Bankura, Murshidabad, Gaur, Malda, etc..etc... we have them...but we are more interested to commercialize potato against onion...green against red... there …

Online "Official" Gamble, Indian Media.

Lottery, Satta are all supposedly illegal, especially the latter. The Indian Media goes on with an official version of Satta at night in programs called Online Lucky Name and Win Shows (OLNWS), like aired on Zee TV and Imagine TV named Gold Safe. Every night, since April 2010, this new magic craze for money among the Indians is being capitalized, fooling 99.9% individuals, letting them wait onine for 10-15 minutes (Rs. 12/minute), earing a lot and sharing little. The revenue generated is without any bill nor is it transparent! A few years back, ETV had aired similar shows but was protested and closed. The show genre is renewed with new aura. New Bikini clad girls talking endless shit and shouting for GOLD and SAFE..actually no one is safe from this Telephony Piracy
The Show
            Proper steps should be employed to stop this or atleast reduce the loot. I understand that this is a business and "may be" (as I am skeptical) they pay the winners from the masses! …

2010 and the Journey is ON...

When it comes to thinking, the sounds beckons me to go far and wild. The wild west to the wildest dreams, something like my most feared person clawing me out of the window of The Petronas or something else. Thought is versatile, but when spoken its meaning perceived by others might not be so. Then it hurts! Flawlessly mistaken, still one cannot do anything. Then problems claw in. Crowing around the temple, the birds of confusion flies, mimicking me to be a character out of the Hannah Barbara pages.
But I am not Mr. Flintstone!
Yabba Dabba Doooooooo! Yes, its important to keep your cool and persist with your work. Very important!
In the next few articles, as always, I would note down why 2010 was interesting to me.
@ Haldirams Super Mall, Ballygunge Phari, Kolkata

Cooling Smokes...

The fire had a glow four years ago or more. Stepping into the podium of under graduations, I made a very good friend, with whom friendship always meant chit-chats, fun and frolic. Somebody, with whom a lot of fun was always in store, through the alleys of College street and within the campus!
Presi Physio B.Sc 2006 Batch in 2003 picnic. (Sadashib is missing though)

Today, 27/11/10 - 28/11/10, the juncture of the day(s), I sit down  to review those wonder years of smiles, that was nothing but went miles!
The Team from Presi Physio (2006) (l-r) Sukesh, Kanad, Myself, The Bride, Amrita, Sayantani, Sanchari.

Miss Charmi Singh becomes Mrs Charmi Abhisek Singh. Giggs/Giggles, turned Sis turned Charmz turned Chameli turned Charms turned Chulbuli Smiler, ties the ultimate knot and I roll out some of the very memorable (most) days with her and the group.
1) The friendship turned from bitter notes to sweet, when we had a major miss understanding amongst ourselves regarding playing puppets of seniors! …

Circus, citrus and cats.

Central Kolkata had been beeming with life for the past few days. Everyday, since last wednesday, the Biman dadu's good stead circus is costing thousands their time, hundreds their job interviews and millions (including the sparrows), their ears! A tryst to reach the masses, executed aptly as the people are stranded mass of dolls.... you meet them, palms cusp manner, asking for something. _________________ (fill in the blanks with your comments).
Its time for the sourly lime to make their presence felt in the market. The chill is still abrupt as the Kolkata Met office, in their rarest trick, made a good prediction of delayed winter. So is it. But, to have out cuts limed with salt, especially on days when your boss come early, makes the lemon bad...unwanted!
And Cats.... well like they purr, I did after my latest presentation which could have been way better.I fumbled, god knows why? the over all verdict...I am not satisfied and think so isn't others!
Will have to try better...lot…

The dry season...

Dry to the bottom of the last bottle of Cognac... intoxicated with the contents of work and over loads, that the plate to serve my thoughts to all my valued readers became a playground for the flies. Soon, even the maggots were about to leave, when some zeal re-ignited the torch within me... May be Canonical Cacophony is about to come alive!!!
Come winter, may dues are to be met. The Pujas have been over by over a month and the last festivities of the Bengali Hindus is also on its way to be terminated, the Jagadhatri Pujas. Today is the ceremonious bye of Goddess in the River Ganges (environmentalists shall go ahead and tell...Ceremonious polluting the waters...). What ever...
Yesterday I was going through the Column by Mir, entitled Jab we Met-ro, on the present conditions of the metro. Its a late realization though that the pride of Calcutta (Kolkata) is on the verge of getting tagged as the Pain of Calcutta. Thanks to the lact of planning and failure in upgradation of the system, old…

9 Days...

Just the other day, it seemed that I encashed my Paycheck of September and when I sat today, infront of my Work station, the clock blinked: 9th October, 2010. Nine days gone, and I never realized. Especially the last week.
It started on 2nd October, 2010. The body ached under tremendous lethargy. With micturiation below par, thanks to the minimal water intake the day before, the physician recommended me with ORS (!!!) and Water. But the main stuff started on 4th October, 2010. I was just about enjoying my Sunday Trivia with my students, when the fever started paying me homage and since 12PM  that Sunday, the homage continued at regular intervals! The doc almost diagnosed me out with Dengue / Malaria, but also cautioned that since I have not shown COMPLETE symptoms, hence he would initiate a diagnose with Viral Fever in mind! (I prayed and so it was!)
But, this sickness made me renew my old habits, being behind the lens. Inspired by a few of my friends in Facebook (specially) and Orkut, …

SSKM... The Institutional Hell.

( I take all the responsibility for this TRUE story. If found guilty for treason, I will be more than happy to know that my NEWs, surpassed Star Ananda, 24 Ghanta, Kolkata TV and other media news channel, who make news to get a better TRP!)
Responsibility begins from home, and I fear, there is NO RESPONSIBILITY by these Ad-Hoc Media Channels... Sometimes, they spill out too much stink!
27th September, 2010: I came back home from my Lab, to find my mom shaking her head in disgust, gazing over a very intriguing debate conducted by Suman, Star Ananda. Its on the present situation of health care, where the SSKM junior doctors are on strike since Saturday, 25/09/10. Today, the situation became grim, with the Junior doctors taking aid of sticks to beat up the patient party.
Great Cook Up!
I paged my friend (to be refered as representative of Junior Doctors' Forum), who is at SSKM, junior doctor. This representative is a year younger than me and as I am, is also very irritant when things are …

Enemy of the State

The names are being announced with an ascend of the treason ladder.
#3 JAIPAL REDDY #2 SURESH KALMADI #1 POLITICIANS
With the Delhi footbridge collapsing, certain questions flocks my mind, rightfully voiced by Arnab Goswami (Headlines Today; man I love his conducting skill). When will the politicians step down from the sports organization?!!!
The question is When?
At this juncture I would love to name a list, of people who are wrongly at the hot places.
> Sharad Pawar; GOD! Has he ever played the ball of even a single run and he up there as the head of BCCI, the President if I want to mention.
> Suresh Kalmadi: Head of Olympic Governing body at IOA. I guess he know any kind of sport, leave aside facilities and infrastructure.
> Jaipal Reddy: He is such a short fellow that how come he manages to take the initiative of even cutting the rope of such huge structures... may be he sways to much on the ropes during cutting, for support that the elephant headed ministers' weight cost the …

A Bioscope of Olympus FX 150.

Back in August 2006, it came into my grasp after paying off Rs 11,500/- only. The big occasion would seldom go missing for a freaky photographer like me, who go by the mood. I give a self reckon to my skill as Mood-o-grapher, rather than a photographer or better say Mooderaman rather than a camera-man. Thats my way of thinking, and unlike my photoes which receive a stamp of authority, undersigned my name, I will keep the terms at common...for common use. May be after five years Oxford or Cambridge will fetch these two terms as their then "latest" amendments. Will love that though...
The big events that my camera covered or being with me are mostly spanned through the Pujas since 2006. This year, it shall be covering its 5th year, year, I have certain plans. Last year, the plans were little bamboozled by the rains and little lethargy (as I was in a corporate world, so its understood). This year, I need not mention that the work load has decreased, but the monotony that was the…

Understanding Dilemma...

I had tried to bring back the flair of writing stories - the ghastly ones, but may be its too early for a 31st October adrenaline to fire and smog up my blog. When I came online tonight, I headed clicked onto Cutting the Chai, one of my favorites and observed the sense of professional outlook that the blog bore, when I desired to address myself into Wordpress from Blogspot. Just then, some tears from within, some unspoken words that never meant anything to the world, due to lack of correspondence, started knocking back, diluting my thoughts. This shifting always bring back memories of leaving the old and start off for the new, may be this time I will hold back!
My Priority Inbox showed a mail from a person, who once was a very good pal of mine. It mentions ideas and desires, that will bar a number of aspects from my life, but may be I was a loner and will remain so. People will always get past, destroy and move forward... nomads as we all will always be. A sms, during my college era me…

The Call is ON: EMVT.

Time to get Techno and write something out of desire, thanks to few friends who are already paddling their feet onto the Accelerator, Brakes and Clutches, the ABC of driving.
The new age is on and with India already posing a challenge to the world for her ultra low cost model vehicle, the Tata Nano, already being on the road, its time that my Blog post # 386 talks something more exciting. And with a low on budget, space for accomodation but a super high desire, I would like to present to the Indian consumers, something very very interesting.
The idea of EMVT (Electric Motor Vehicle Transportation) was known to me, thanks to the Discovery Channel. Later on, when being associated with ZEN INTERNATIONAL, I had the opportunity to learn the art of searching and getting Gizmatic! I came across the Porsche, electric edition and the prototypes of Hyundai, back in 2009. all for electric cars. My inquistion led me to a website, to be surprised to see an Indian manufacture ruling the World with it…

... Follow Ups.

To carry forward with the previous post, today, I have been witness to some more nostalgia that brings the vivid pictures of my childhood. The Border, a patriotic movie and Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge captured all imaginations. 5th September, the birthday of Dr. S. Radhakrishnan is being celebrated as according to his desire, as Teacher's Day, since 1964. This, being a day to mark the tryst that the teachers of the nation use to put it annualy to reap a good mind in almost every child. With galore of Oldies being played by the cable channels, this impetus was enough to trigger the thought process to recollect the good old days of my school. Each year, on the occassion of Teachers' Day, the school was being decorated to the maximum, especially the auditorium where the main programs were being organized and the staff room. e used to celebrate the music and the air of celebrations, that we always had and expected to deliver to our teachers. There was always two segments of the p…

Running Past My Shadow.

Can we ever Beat our Shadow, which grows longer each year...? We have to compromise with the thought that our shadows will always be nose ahead, where ever we grow! A progressive mind would comment on my last couple of lines and compare them to being pessimist, as man always run towards the Sun...so how Shadows grow in-front of you? The Laws of Physics also stays on the Critic's side, proving them right and me - wrong.
But....
Lets think it on a different frame:
How about running into the dark nights of Cold Death? The darkness smudges from the sides to bid your materialistic body a farewell.... from this Earth? Now that means running with the Sun behind you... and the shadow grows taller than you... Ah!!! Just like a Human heart, mind and desire, Physics takes my side...
Its all Relative!
Today, while going through the pages of Perspectives in Genetics and Cytology, an annual Scientific journal published by AICCG Organizing Committee, this time published from Indian Institute of Chemi…

Apocalypse 2012

2012, be it predicted or technologically gagged and tagged as one of the most highly priced movie out of Hollywood, be it the Aztec calender that stops at 2012.... the World and its antenna looks up to the recent tremors in the world of space weather. Apocalypse 2012 is at which man kind stares. The Solar Maxima year, 2012-13 upholds one of the largest solar storm, thrown towards Earth, having the capacity of ~ 100 million Nuclear Bombs. Its DOOMS DAY!
Solar Flares and Solar Storms are caused by altering magnetic domains within the surface of the Sun. The Sun, as we all know is a highly molten mass Hydrogen and Helium, undertakes a fusion reaction liberating energy in form of heat and light. Due to un-equal rotation of the Sun's mass, the Equatorial regions spins at a faster rate compared to the polar caps! This churns the molten mass within the surface, creating cracks of magnetic shell on the surface; a region that is low in magnetic activity and fusion, creates black spots, call…

Winners...

Things have always been on change and what more, Blogger introduces the new stats section, which looks quite like Google analytics, which I have activated as well. My age have taken one more turn into the 27s...and few more grey lines have been spotted. I have also become conscious about the ripples and the cripples that have been associated lately behind eye horns! Man... ( and woman)... I am growing...ahem..OLD!
Its very hard to realize that Kolkata is losing some of its glories. With the old names in the Cinema Locality of Dharamatala and Esplanade already giving way to the Multiplexes around the city, my recent observation was regarding the hand drawn rickshaws being replaced by the tricycles... No doubt they demand less on power and energy, but the tradition goes as Kolkata (Calcutta) is the only city in the World these hand drawn carts and rickshaws still ply! Its too sad that we are living in the future super power State, called India, but we can't maintain such traditions, …

TIme to Clean the Lens...

Roam is in the air...
Rome is in Italy....
But I can give a D and an I and a G and a H and an A and put a NEW infront of the whole Cheer Word and move ahead towards the place, South of Bengal, the coming week end...just to chillax with my friends!!! A brief and surprising get away...just going Saturday and docking back on Sunday, coz all of us will be engaged in our daily weekly routine of Work.
New Digha, a relatively quite place, placed on the coastline of Bay of Bengal, is serene with the lining of casuarina trees along the sandy banks... Relatively less crowded, this place is apt for its warmth and beauty...
So, I cleaned my lens, making it ready for the tough salty air ahead...long time (since Jan 2010), did I have a good photo session with my camera...so it awaits the fun!!!
New Digha, here we come!!!

প্রবাশী হয়ে

“আমাকে আমার মত থাকতে দাও।”
জীবনে এটাই খুব দরকার, কিন্তু লোকেদের ন্যাকামি দেখলে সারা শরীর জ্বলে ওঠে! কেন ভাই, কাজ় নেই? যেখানে যাও, এই হারজ্বালানী, ন্যাকামির ডীপোগুলি এসে ঠিক জুটে যায়! নিজের terms and condition গুলো কেম্ন যেন হারিয়ে যায়। মন খুযে বেরায় সেই সং সাজবার নাট্যমঞ্চ, যার নাম সংসার! তাই যতই গান লেখ র গাও, জীবনের আসল উতস্য হল, জীবন  দেওয়া মন্ত্রঃ কাউকে তয়াক্কা না করে এগিয়ে চলো! আসল উতস্য প্রবাসি... সনগ্রাম কে মনের ভীতরে স্থান দিও না, তার জন্যে তাহা প্রবাসের সমতুল্য, অন্য দিক থেকেও তাই... দেখা হবে!!!

Independence to Childhood: Soccer with School-mates, 2010.

.... and the tradition continues. An annual saga since 1998, this soccer match has had its own course of atrophy, moving through the serpentine lanes of childhood into the open canyon of youth and now dropping into its middle ages.
The "Schoolies" of mid twenties, accumulated yet again, under the arches of the 132years old institution, Calcutta Boys' School, to celebrate the spirit of ReUnion, with the most enjoyable activity of school days (be it bunking classes, to reaching late at tuition); Soccer has always been an integral part of a CBSeans' life. We behold the tradition laid down for so many years- the numbers might have less, but the spirit was un-putdownable. The veterans that reached the field were: Suvadip (Shyamla), Aniruddha (Ani), Arnab (Mukherjee), Arnab (Chow Chow), Debashis, Aritra (Bhowmick), Avirup (Sarkar/Robin), Sourajit (Mama), Satadru (Hata), Premjit and three more of Shyamla's pal...and me as well. Courtesy: Arnab Mukherjee
The game started of…

Independent Views...

I accumulate certain viewpoints of people I know, expressed either through sms or through the social networking sites regarding the phenomenon we enjoy every year since 1947A.D, but every year, certain notes always get shared and certain interesting notes develops (some say as conspiracy).
Its not always that the inspection regarding Netaji's death and dis-appearance along with the aversion that the Union government shows towards the proceeding of the findings remains as a disgust in our mouth. Atleast I expected some justice from the chairs at Delhi, this time; as the Dr. Manmohan Singh's cabinet has some well educated ministers heading and more so, a Bengal Party is second best in the coalition. But, scenarios seems not to change! Let it be, coz its better not insult that great man who played an immense role in making the nation free. The principles of Mahatma Gandhi wouldn't have counted at all, hadn't it been for the aggressive revolutionaries like Netaji Subhash Ch…

Where are my Friends?!!!

Friends...! Where are you all??
Suddenly, I realized this insecurity while browsing Facebook and less frequently Orkut. All my friends have started vanishing from their frendsible nature!!! It seems that all their mind have undergone a nuclear meltdown and being a biologist, would term it as an atropy, all speaking in the same tone.
Facebook and Orkut and also Tweeter are made to express the nicks and bits and be in touch. But when ever I find time to browse through the pages, I find people busy writing some Gyaan or Intellectual Cheesy Quotes or making some quotes of their own. Even if I support the latter part, being part of creativity, the former to me seems too boring... Friends, the sole reason I joined orkut (first) and then Facebook was to be in touch with my childhood and adulteration years (college/university). I am not here to meet Alfred A. Montapert (as quoted by Arpan;CBS -Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress)... I …