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Pink Words.

Santanu stood still. The pavement was fluttering in the last vapours suckled by the Sun God...it was mid may and Kolkata was blistering. It was 12PM sharp, Time for the pavement dwellers of Sudder Street to cramp underneath the shadows of the Indian Museum. Santanu stood still infront of JONG's! The heat was extreme, with the cars diverting either up the Park Street flyover or moves down the JL Nehru road towards the Park Street connector. Even a few stray dogs wondered - tongue hung out - "How can this fellow, dressed well but drenched, fair but tanned in the sun...stand in this immense heat?"
Santanu.  Age: 29.  Profession: Teacher.  Resident of Kolkata. He was 5'6", weighed a mere 61Kgs, fair with brown iris and hair, which was distinctly well combed! Santanu had great patience for he knew that the fruit that patience bears is the sweetest!!!
And his fruit came, 1 hour late though...An Apple! She was clad in a red saree, something Santanu always craved to look her …

A Date with Eden.

This date report is due of over three days. I went to the place, a place, where cricketers believe that the game of cricket, which is learnt everyday, remains incomplete unless you play in front and amidst the capacity crowd at Eden Gardens, Kolkata. The so called Mecca of Cricket after Lords and equivalent second to MCG, Australia for the great matches that took place here.

Eden Gardens is the second largest cricket ground in the world, with MCG standing at the top and amongst the in-numerable feats that have taken place here have both tarnished as well as uplifted the name and quality of the game here. To have a glimpse of the elite history of the grounds, let me put forward the following notes. To have being part of the crowd for the 8th time is more than exciting!

To have a note of the bad times, the Eden crowd had made it possible to brick a bat the SriLankan team, in 1996 World Cup, when India went down losing. The match was given to SL by default. The first time in the history. …

Honest Characters...

The Characters over here are not out of any movies...nor of life...but the alphabets that we computer freaks and good for nothing bloggers normally point to.
But, like all other days, where the characters spoke nonsense or sense in a mixed concoction, it will only speak the truth today...no mixture.
For the past few months, I would not say its years also, I have found that these characters are not shaping something that is worthy of a reading. Just keep the traffic on with some dumb key words, I wrote things. The blog was started with a vision that would put forward my mind to others...the faces known or unknown! Today, the title seems more correct literary than the pun which I intended to make it carry! Why is this happening? I have not lost interest in blogging nor am I too tired to do so!!! Then what is that honest confession:
I have lost the muse and the mule. The Muse made things spicy and the Mule made the muse running behind. The concoction was worthy [and did drew some comments a…

Scoop...

The news scoop for most of the television new jerks, since yesterday, is the firing and killing of the CRPF jawans in the dense jungle of Chattisghar, the nearby state of West Bengal.
With fire boiling across the heart of India, the latest sensational news overwhelmed the Sania Mirza and Shoaib Mallik's marriage that has a few scandals to back up!!!
Another scoop for the vernacular channels in Bengal was the lack lustre power supply by the power plants from the DVC and adjacent areas of Kolkata, leading to frequent powercuts!
Today, I thought to give some time into these scoops! For what greater purpose are they for? Look back some thousand years. In 490B.C, Pheidippides ran back to his home town of Athens to give a meaningful news of victory! Today the "proffessionally" trained reporters run around for the news of no use...no joy at all... meaningless craps they bring around.
Take for example. Two days back the Indian football captain, Bhaichung Bhutia has become father of …

Calcutta... A Baptist Haven!!!

Left the city three years back for your higher studies in States? I have a few friends who fall within this elite category, which seemed un-touchable for me, for the time being. I have a few others who have had been working in and around this nation, away from the city for 2 years atleast. When these two lost liners met one day at the Khidderpore Port [The inland river port of Calcutta], they face an awesome dilemma. The place looked similar, but never sounded similar... or some as it is proposed will never sound similar.
The jinx: Well, its the franatic idealogy to change names. Trinamool Congress turns franatic, over the art of baptism, rechristening places from its 300 years old name to the new names. In the tryst to remember great people, the places names are changing...and if things go as it was a year ago, the party will rename the state as a whole...
Come to the Metro Railways, Tollygunge got its name made to Mahanayak Uttam Kumar. Justified, after having such a demand for over t…

Touching The Celebs??? Yeah...I Can...!

Now this title makes some of my friends who know me well, start thinking as to what is Somnath upto? How can he turn a stunt of becoming a celeb [I call it as a stunt!], turn into reality? Apart from being a noble laureate in the field of Bio-Research, I have no clue of becoming a celeb.... but today, I feel I am one...
Just note this:
Being an obsessed person with his cricket and fav teams, be it international [ICC] or domestic [Bengal] or a hybrid of two [IPL], my art and desire to talk in and out of KKR is constant apart from being irregular. I support this team, not bcoz SRK is the brand name and also not because of my once in a long time from now fame of being a Ganguly look-alike, its the City that come into the mind.
For the past few days I have been hearing a lot about the SRK and his tweets. Today in the daily, regional, I read that SRK has mentioned in his twitter about "NO SPACE FOR EXCUSES!", in a comment towards the  KKR's incosistent performance, I had the wis…