BHOJO GOURANGO

A trance sloka uttered by the Lord Krishna Followers all over the World, especially in Nabadip, West Bengal. Recently, a DJ Mix track in the Bengali movie, Challenge.. by Raj and Dev unleashed a pandemonium amongst the sacred followers who voiced their dis-satisfaction regarding the "unruliness" of the Music and the Lyrics and also demanded a ban of the movie unless the censor board trims that part from the movie.

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Recently, another movie, a Hindi film starred by Akshay Kumar, called BhoolBhulaiya also made a spice-mix of another sloka of the Shri-Krishna followers, i.e Har-e Ram Har-e Krishna. Then the Shri Krishna foundation lacked their voice, mysteriously. The most interesting amongst all these is that, both the musics and lyrics, if looked closely resemble the same spice ingredient: BEING FUNKY! Still, one gets a protest, while the other doesn't!

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As it is, some people have no work to do... Not even pray, hence they come up these new making phenomenons! Bravo!

AamSutra

Katrina Kaif has been voted as the sexiest lady in Bollywood. After her mind boggling sensual performance in RACE, especially "Touch Me Touch Me" from the Bollywood Movie R.A.C.E did increase the pulse beats of most young, as well as old alike! For the past year and a half, SLICE, the Mango drink, which is the third largest mango flavored-soft drink in the market after Mazaa and Frooti, has been emphasizing on the concept of sensualism with the King of Fruits, Mango.
Aam in Hindi means the Mango. Indian culture has a rich heritage regarding the texts on sexual movements and human desire called the Kamasutra. The two words are hybridized into
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The 2009 edition:


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Aamsutra. Katrina Kaif, the declared Bollywood innocent Bombshell was the best choice to rope in. The ad depicts the desire of the people to have the drink, starting from the lip movements to sensual acts!


Mazaa on the other hand have focussed on the older generation, picking up the Craze for Mangoes in the concept of Mango Thirsty even in off season! Although Summer is round the corner, still, Mazaa puts forward a Mango-Mania in the non-Mango season! They have a funnier version having the renowned comedian Satish Jha with Pocket Mazaa which tried to enter the market of Frooti, which packs the drink in carry-away tetra-packs!


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Frooti has always beamed the most Funky advertisements, targeting the young generations! Their recent ad speaks their past presentations! There present theme is "Why Grow Up?"




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But if you were to rate the Ads, which by themselves are best in their themes, the Katrina Kaif commercial with SLICE speaks a lot in regards to the desire for the soft drink!

IPL Edition II

The theme of having an International tournament, year after year with aura and grandeur might turn out to be little tarnished with the Indian Premier League, edition II getting it's pass to host with "pride" on an International Arena. After the recent terror attack on the Sri Lankan cricketers, the Indian Government were little reluctant to provide full security to the players and the tournament as a whole because, according to certain leaders, "the greatest match for the nation", i.e the general election for the Lok Sabha, 2009 would be taking place, quite precariously coinciding with the IPL matches. The IPL matches were about to begin from April 10th, 2009 while the first date for the Lok Sabha General Election would be taken on 16th April, 2009 where 23% of the nation goes to poll.
The matter is that although the BCCI tried the last thread to keep the tournamnet on home grounds, but due to immense pressure on all fronts, the security couldnt be managed! Heading towards the dateline, the council decided to shift the matches to South Africa, promising a pre-prime time and a prime time broadcast of 4PM and 8PM (IST).
Although the huges financial losses could have been saved, but the dignity of the nation couldnt be saved! How about oprganising the tournament in alternate years, just like the Champion's Trophy and others? An annual extravaganza would soon drop the lustre from the event, although Cricket and Cricketers are next to God in India. Still... more galas like the Olympics could be postponed in the 30s for World Wars, then why not IPL? Atleast, India could save the tournament rights in her own soil!!!
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Breaking Time

With the onset of the deadline of having polls within a month from now, the different poltical parties are coming up with various manifestoes. Staying in Bengal, it has always been a very charming experience of witnessing one of the most vibrant battles fought between the communists and the non-communists!

In their 30+ years of existence, the Communsit Government has seldom looked towards making the West Bengal Tourism No.1 in India. No other government in the nation's independent existence has been on the seat for so long, which by itself stands in the Limca Book of World Records as the longest running government, since 1970s. The Trinamool Congress, being the "largest" opposition party in the state has brought oput certain points in their manifesto, which may look to be another over ambitious drive and duty but again very true if ever the government had looked into the matter earlier. M/s Banerjee, the supremo of TMC declared to attempting to create Digha into Goa. There is a very practical blockade in such a proposition based on the beach compsotion of the two sites, but yes, Digha could have been lot better if tried for! The drive to convert Dajeelingh and Mirik into Asia's Switzerland is innovative and could have been a sucess had the government not neglected the demands and welfare of the Gorkhas in the Hills. Afterall Darjeeling is called the Queen of Hills. The conversion of Kolkata to London would have been a bizzare idea, but on the whole, TMC gets a 4/5 from me!

The other aspects amongst many in the 46 page long manifesto is to support and organize a full term secular government in the Center. Better healthcare facilities, water and electricity supplies, etc etc... which are some of the most common false words presented by any political parties. Not going by those standards, and taking into account the development of tourism Industry in Bengal alone pays a hepty promise to the masses. After all Kerala, Tamil Nadu and most recently Madhya Pradesh have all been developing on the natural resources and sight seeing, then why not West Bengal which is the only state that fulfills the defination of India as Asamudra-Himachal, which reportedly means a land with Mountains and Seas. West Bengal is the only state in India that has alink with the Great Himalayas and the Bay of Bengal at the two extremes!

Lets see how much this election makes it possible for millions of hearts. But this election is very crucial on a Bengal perspective because it might show a huge impact to the the 30 years of reign of the Communists in Bengal, who supposedly had taken as the second to none poitical parties in the state!

Getting Entangled.

Its always very interesting to watch people around you, something many people boast of achieving a tough task easily, i.e reading faces or face reading. But how about listening to what the emotions say, and act accordingly or prevent thinking with a pipe vision. My friend J along with B came along near my place with lot of expectations have a small अड्डा while they would be completing their much prejudiced work! I was on my way, when one of their mobiles started to knock my caller tune. It was B, with a news. The National Eligibility Test (NET) have been published a moment ago and that B has achieved his goal, but our beloved J couldn't. The previous hour, I had a small talk with J as to where were they and when would I avail my self. He was totally excited, magnanimous to amount (if any Scale can measure it) for we were meeting after a couple of weeks gap!

When I reached the place, that magnanimosity had disappeared. There was a tone of dejection in his voice and although B had succeeded, we just couldn't manage to give him a warm hug and congratulate, for the interlinked feeling was too strong in our friend circle. Other days, I would have easily named my friends, but today i decided to conceal them. Even if you can understand whom I am talking about, please refrain yourself from naming them. Its another entangle that we all get in, everyday, minute and second. Hard life..Hard ways!

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Changing Lanes

REMEMBERING THE SCIENCE COLLEGE DAYS.

18th March, 2009, as my friend Arijit would put the idea forward like "Rekindling Old Fire", I accompanied Arijit and Dhiman to the place where we once came together two and a half years ago. The tables were same, the walls smelt the molten agar. A fresh coating of yellow lime has clad the department half way down the lane that moved in through to another 30 meters, having two new classes as addition to the department. A new editorial office called the "Nucleus" was neat and clean, with hardly anyone seen behind the desk! It was pre lunch time, and they managed to kiss the clock for an advanced luncheon session.
The tables were filled with many new faces, but the pakoras and the tea tasted the same in Gopal Da's Canteen. The lift man had his ups and downs in his career sitting on that small backless seat, waiting for the new faces and lending a biding smile to the old, like we were! The puff was all so heavy, we were older..we were X. Interestingly, I followed many more images that I loved to spend when I were in my days. That backyard, that pond, those stairs, the Tank...we missed each and every thing, but never talked about them because we were all very enthralled with the new problem at hand. Having cracked the IIT-GATE, Arijit and Dhiman were facing dillemas of applying and start off their PhD career. I myself was tensed with my issues, so lets not talk about that!
Joydeep and Budha wwas missed, Kanad's puff and style was lacking, Ankita's jollyness, Arpita's complaints as well as sporting shoutings were missed. Avisek's idealogies and Shoma's innocence was lacking that made the presence bland. Life was itself hard, life was missing in a place that for us was once very very lively!

Faithful.

With the Lok Sabha General Election 2009 is in a month's notice and all the nominations and the publicity being started or completed (in places facing the election on an earlier date), and with the turmoil over the Indian Premier Leagues' security concern after the terror attack in Lahore, the syndrome "being faithful" crops up again in the masses at various sporadic locations.

Starting from the Slums, even after the magnaminous success of their root film, SlumDog Millionaire, the syndrome grapples the citizens of all ages in the location. A few days back, I was passing through such and area and over heard a few people, sipping on their glass of steaming tea, talking about the parties and politics. I stopped by to listen their view, and well... I can confess I had this article in my mind. How can I miss such a lucrative discussion to proove that the syndrome still exists! In the largest democracy people still fall hollow to this kind of syndrome, which I call Faithful syndrome. I heard one of the four people say that he has been supporting Party X since childhood because his dad was an activist and he put forward some "excuses" for following the party! He even boldly said, "I have instructed my son to vote for Mr. Y of X. He needs some guidance, for it's his first time". A throttling of fair democracy starts from home. So what TATA TEA tries to make the Citizens aware of the responsibilities enthrusted on their shoulders, 80% of them shrug that off! Its just another day..where you have to say something for the nation! "Let's Sleep...Or Let's Party with a nice PopCorn and Hrittick giving his famous Wormy steps!" The JAAGORE CAMPAIGN, well you can be part of it. Atleast think to be part of!



Another face of being faithful comes when most of the young generation have lost their interest from voting. They like top lazy around, unaware or even aware that their phantom played by some stronghold party's goon have cast his/her vote in his or her name! They are faithful to their party leaders. That's why even after 10 years of my grand mom's death and also after 3 years of my dad's death and with all the documents being submitted properly, their names are still enrolled in the Voter's List. I is known that if you don't cast your vote for three times ins a row, you name gets cancelled from the register. I understand my dad's scenario, but my gran mother has been around 15 years NOW, (the previous data was duing last poll), which has seen more than three election. Then how come her name still features in the list? God Is Great in creating some very loyal phantoms!
Please think and cast your support... please come to cast them..for you all are grown up now! Please Act Like Them! This is a sensible citizen asking the other citizen's irrespective of thought or party. Come and Support.

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Peculiar topic header eh, for Post # 264 ? ? ? ? ? Well, the post itself is a peculiar observation about the magnanimity of Human Imagination, something that leads the visual and cultural ethics completely into the oblivion, just because of some cheap (and I repeat a million times: CHEAP) presentation.

Rafael is a well known Israel Missile Manufacturing company, that have previously won deals by the from the Indian Forces for missiles. Recently, they have come up with a gimmick, a "Cheap" Ad to promote a missile model to the Indian Defence Ministry. They tried to mix up the Bollywood Item Numbers, but have totally gone over board with the "Cataclysmic Collision" of Bollywood and defence industry, marring the name of India in the middle.

When this footing was aired on HEADLINES TODAY, an Indian News Channel, I couldn't supress my zeal to protest in the name of my Motherland. The dancers clad in partly exposing churnis and ghagras supposedly depicted Mother India, with Bharat Mata's picture also in the back ground! The singer supposedly was singing that they gonna protect us! My FOOT!

Being a Commoner, I don't understand why a Country's Defence needs such spice, when they have to deal and trade with the gunpowder and nozzles? Beats Me! The Indian Authorities have acted against this, briefing that "...We are not at all amused and will be looking into the matter with greatest concern. We believe in good metal models, not the spring ones dancing there!"

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Holi Hain.

"When the colours of Blood,

Splatter around the Globe.
Blisters marking the Memories,
Tasting like the bitter Gourd.
When hopelessness grabs Eternity,
Ill-beauty of Brains kills Sanity.
The Colours of Rainbow,
Be it Blue,
Green or Yellow.
Celebrates the Life that Creates all Burdens,
India cries with Colours of Love,
Celebrates Humanity with the World,
Turning the Black Smoke from the Rested Nozzles,
Into puffs of Pink, Red or Maroon.
Holi Comes every Year,
To touch us all...
In heart, mind or bosom.
Let's Celebrate Life for Once...
For its a rare Chance!"

by, Somnath Paul. 11/3/09.

Happy Holi.

Thought of Starting the Post # 263 with this small self composed Poetry. Today is Holi, or Festival of Colours as it known to most. It is celebrated in the true sense of making life colourful. With the yield of new crop from the fields and the common man getting the fuel to drive the coming days, Holi celebrates the notion of Colourful Life. Very few festivities in the World does celebrate Life. Starting from sadness to joy, each emotion of human beings can be described with colours! For example, Saint Valentine paints the World with Pink and Red on 14th Feb every year. Terrorists splatter red and brings the Black in many regions! Victory is celebrated with the joyous Yellow and so is fertility. Guests are welcomed with the Violet Gown, and saint hood is achieved with Saffron. A nuptial right is best tied in White, signalling the ability to wear any colour in coming years together, weathering every storm with Mr. Right beside! In Hindu Wedding the power of the red powder, called "SINDOOR" calls for the strenghth a husband delivers in his Life Partner.

Colour is everywhere. The Indians Celebrate this. Since the time of Mahabharat, Lord Krishna celebrated Holi in Mathura, whose tales are known by all Indians and thanks to ISKON, the words spread all over the world today! Rabindranath Tagore's Shanti-Niketan celebrates the Day as BasanthaUtsav, where a whole galore of Cultural Programmes take place starting from Rabindra Sangeet to Dramatisations and Troupe Dances. The Beauty of the Festival there is that the colour Yellow, the Colour of Joy smudges everybody's heart, body and soul!

( Basanta Utsav: http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8AAQdpidJA8/R_MDg_awtaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jWtJsnI97SQ/basanta058.JPG )

Celebrate Life, for its very rare thing to find!

Lok Sabha 2009.

Back Lash:

Like the round stature of the Indian Parliament, the celebration is back on it's track, after a whole term of FIVE Years. In 2004, The United Progressive Alliance, briefed as the UPA came into power at the helm of Indian Constituition forming the Cabinet with the able help from other parties in the Alliance. Mr. Manmohan Singh became the Prime Minister of the nation, amidst all the speculations of Smt. Sonia Gandhi can take the chair. The speculations were rightly in place, because of a number of scenarios. Mr. Gandhi was the daughter in law of former Prime Minister, Mrs. Indira Gandhi. She was the wife of another IG's son Mr. Rajib Gandhi, who also served the nation as a Prime Minister. Both mother and son were assassinated in what could be called as one of the most tumultous era of Indian Politics. Hence Mrs. Gandhi was a heavy wight candidate. Again, after the Hawala Corruption regarding the BOFOR's Guns, the Congress, which was the Indian Independence Winning Political Party faced barb wires from all fronts, since 1996 Narsima Rao govt. Since then till 2004, BJP and the Left Front have time and again formed the Cabinet. Mr. A.B.Bajpayee had showed the world the Poweress of the Indian mind after creating Pokhran, where two atom bomb experimental explotion was carried out. India faced a huge economic pressure and to those The BJP succumbed! This was capitalized by the Congress and the UPA and they encashed Mrs. Gandhi's debut along with her son Mr. Rahul Gandhi who was portrayed as the new face of the Nation!
The BJP could have encashed on the lines aired all over the nation about not accepting a foreigner as the Prime Minister of the nation. Mrs. Gandhi was indeed an Italian by bith but after being married to Rajib Gandhi, she was solemn Indian, but the BJP sought after the भोला भला Indian to cash the vote।
LOK SABHA 2009:

What will happen? What are the cards to be played?

Till now one thing that has been in the slogan of the opposition, the BJP goes like this:
" BanshYogi vs KarmaYogi "
( Inheritance vs Work-Worthy)
The BJP candidate for PM is Mr. L. K. Advani, who is considered as an Iron Man. He is believed to be work worthy but the UPA as before is presenting Rahul Gandhi as one of the major guns in the election. Sonia Gandhi is also in the fore front. Since thay have a family name, starting from Jawaharlal Nehru, BJP tries to portray that in a democratic nation like India, how can "Imperialism" exist with free mind and breathe!
Interesting fore play, but I guess BJP will have to look somethig really good come up against, for the UPA has many a plus point to defend the Fundamental Principles, which they have fulfilled on many a aspect. They along with many common man knows that the Fundamental Principles are the primary yard stick to analyse a government!

More to Follow...

An Account of SIX Years.

Six years enough time to alter a whole cabinet of ministers and change the members of the House of Commons by a simple press of the thumb. And in these six years, many scribbles in red ink just managed to get through my scanning eyes, looking for perfection in academics. Come April, and I shall complete my sixth year as an academician, a profession that let me earn quite before my friends did. If I remember properly, I've been the first person of my School batch who opted for earning after completing my high school examination. (But if examined closely, I was second after Debojyoti who, as I had heard, was in the profession since we were in standard NINE). Even before the results came out, I got involved in the profession and my first ever student was a XIth standard girl from CGHS, Miss Aditi Ghosh who by blood relations was my aunt! What a way to start off!!!
It was April 2003. By the end of 2003 I was harnessing six students, yielding my pocket money and education fees, which was required given to the dry financial input of my family at the time.
Till date, the Golden Years in the proffession started from the year 2004 when I used to leave the house in the morning at 10AM for my college and after finishing off my classes and other commitments, I went to my students' places to do my coachin. I returned back home at 10:30PM- 11PM time span. Except for Sundays, the schedule was like this, and on the holiday, I started from 7AM- 9PM. I boasted to grooming 29 students from classes 4 to 12, various boards and various subjects, ranging between Biology-Physics-Chemistry-Maths. This Golden era continued till 2006, but after I came into post graduations I myself cut off few tuitions for my commitments in higher studies.
Today I miss those busy days. At home, I feel bored to the extreme. At present I have 12 students, and hope to get back to my Golden Schedule by the year end, for I need that! After all my friends are having a glorious day at their office, and I seem to be dragged behind somewhere!
Some one rightfull said, "You are running behind money too much that one day when you will stand to rest, you will feel restless. The simple reason being, you are standing to rest! Stop running so much!" But, I can't help. Can I? Do I have any option? I guess I enjoy teaching... sometimes I feel like doing a B.Ed and start teaching, which would give me proffessional and monetary satisfaction!!! I need them!

Blank and Blunt.

There was an immense hype, a literal fracas between the Indian and the US authorities over auctioning of the commodity of Mahatma Gandhi's assets like watch, specs, sandals, etc. Mr. Gandhi has once gifted various items to a friend in States and now by legacy, they stood the hammer-touch at the auction house, Antiquorum in New York. The Indian government had little to do with preventing the auction of items which belonged to the "Father of the Nation", but asked help from the billionaire Indian, Mr. V. Mallya for his help, and rightly so, the multi-billionaire pocketed out some Rs. 9 Crores to acquire the items. Seems quite a luxury when the people of the nation are dying of hunger! When the government fails to look after the poor, for whom the man in question fought for! They are busy acquiring collectables from all over the world.

If things are so prestigious of the nation to allow them fall in hands of others, then what happened to the Nobel Prize that was won by Rabindranath Tagore, as the First Ever Indian and Asian winning the prize in Literature? It got stolen, god knows for how many years! What happened Mr. Government? They remain Blank, but does some activities which are Blunt from the beginning to the end!
Firs acquire food, cloth and shelter for all, then acquire Mahatma's items for giving shelter to them without fulfilling his dreams is literally a slap to his honour! Public understands, you better understand, for if this public wakes up... You know what 1857 did to the Imperial Rulers, we can always expect one if things fails to fall in their places! This time it will not take 100 years for the uprising!

Cricket and Guns

They were never together, except the near bullet deliveries from some of the fast bowlers of the world, through out history. Be it the Perfume Ball mastered by the West Indies greats like Malcolm Marshall and Courtney Walsh to the really fast beamers from Shoiabs and Lees. But the arms were for the betterment of relationships with the gentleman's game, and not for the enmities and worsening diplomatic ties between nations!

Lahore, 3rd March 2009. The World as well as the sporting fraternity witnessed one of the most heinous acts that was delivered to the heart of sports! After the

(Pic: http://www.ynet.co.il/english/articles/0,7340,L-3561478,00.html)

Munich Massacre in 1972 Olympics where 11 Israeli Sportsman were killed by revolutionaries at the Olympic Village amidst tight securities, another such hitch in security could be witnessed on 3/3/09 where the Talibans, the said conquerors of Pakistan, have attacked on Sri Lankan Cricketers, who were about to enter the Gadaffi Stadium in Lahore for the third day of the second test match to be resumed! The series was already a Run Feast and after the Indian and Australian Cricket Board turned down their tours to Pakistan amidst speculations of security lapses, Sri Lanka gave consent of their visit. The series was very important for the Sports Image of the Nation, and their securities just blew hollow that rejuvinating image! Not only were there evidences that the Terrorists had a plan well chalked out, but the way they camped in the region showed and big flaw on behalf of the Pakistani Authorities, for the assailants were well equipped with arms and food!
Cricket in the subcontinent was shamed by the nation, who were not only incapable of sustaining their own lives, but now are proving to be a menace in the name of peace of the World Fraternity!

(Pic: http://www.economist.com/world/asia/displaystory.cfm?story_id=13215244)

Another David Copperfield (Part 2)

=== AFTER SCHOOL ===

Shyamal turned round the corner. There was an extra-ordinary culmination of people infront of their residence. Has it happened? Has the worst thing, the worst night mare come true? He teared through the crowd, to find something psuedo relieving. His mom was arguing with his uncles over monetary matters. Why wont they pay back the investment that they once took, more than two decades ago, so that her husband could be treated properly, in a better instituition?
The night before Shyamal's maternal uncle called and asked her to admit Mr. Bera to a well
known Behala nursing home of which he is the incharge. Being a retired military doctor, he has his commitments to the nursing home and promised for a better check up. This nursing home was for the well to do, and such is not possible given the financial status. But with adamant looks and words bitter than the blade of sword, Mrs. Bera forced his paternal uncles to bear the cost. The cloud seemed to get cleared, but only partially.
Later in the day, when the admittance was cleared in the new nursing home, the paternal uncles met up with the RMO for the new place, with out seeking Shyamal's maternal Uncle's permission asking them to release the patient as soon as possible as they cant bear the cost! The witches were member of some prestigious clubs of India, and they just showed their "wicked" intentions in trying to make Shyamal's dad as invalid as possible!
The words reached Shyamal's maternal uncle, who was furious over Mrs. Bera, as the thing was conveyed to him as the patient's house members came. Mrs. Bera knew nothing of the matter and that night Shyamal saw how injustice needed to be met with words of righteous! If you need to deliver the BLOW deliver it at the opposition's CAMP and HOME GROUND for that delivers the maximum indentation to their reputation and respect! Shyamal's mom did it, going to his paternal uncle's flat, dead at night. She made sure that everyone in the locality knew what kind of people, (COLD BLOODED MURDERERS) they can be!
As heard, the next day, after school, Shyamal found that his dad has been admitted to the ICCU, for intensive treatment and all the monetary help was "snatched" from his paternal uncles by Mrs. Bera! He alaso heard, that his paternal uncle, who plotted against them was removed from the post of the Assistant President of the Regional Branch of the prestigious club! A scratch, better than a bloody wound!
A week after the whole thing started off, Mr. Bera reached home, safe and sound.

This was a beginning of a six year drama, that spanned Shyamal's Class VIII to College's First Year. A drama, which has all the emotion and politics of family life, that impressioned deep in Shyamal's mind even today! Dicken's Copperfield and our Bera has one thing in common. Childhood's passage way to adulthood was very jittery! Impressions fulfilled. 1998 passed away... with many ore snippets in the diary, which wil be published later on. A six year old journey, how can it be finished in one month?

Many Shyamals walk the roads like this... many will come into this. But today he knows the reality, the fact and friction of every lines... one to two liners... they all are the same... They have gaphs in between... waiting to be read!

Another David Copperfield (Part 1)

=== It all Started ===

It was the spring of 1998. Everyone had the anticipation that after last year, this one would be better, and compared to the tumultous weather of the region, which can be referred to as the worst weather condition in over 100 years. But to a developing mind, the year would none the less be challenging. The annual examination was just round the corner for Shyamal, our developing mind. It was around 1AM (IST), he was deep into his revisions when his mother came upto to him and asked him to put on some clothes. Within fifteen minutes, Shyamal found himself amidst all the confusion, sitting anxiously in a cab, which was driving them to a nursing home. His mind, which was trading across the Doldrum Belts of Atlantic Ocean, half an hour ago, found itself gazing through the desolate lanes of Kolkata. All were asleep, except the dogs and the occassional bats! He looked over his shoulders, aghast to see his dad panting, grasping for air and his mother anxiously flapping the hand-fan over his head.
The RMO attended his dad and decided for a 95% oxygen administration. He was admitted to Bed No 10 and came to be known as a new patient in Bed Nos 10. Number 10? Interesting. Shyamal was revising Chapter No 10 for his Geography examination tomorrow. He was reading as to how the Doldrum Belts also came to be known as Horse Latitudes, as the traders used to throw over board their horses, just to lighten the their ship and move faster across the Atlantic!
Shymal's uncles came in the dead of the night. They never intended to do anything good, still for the socio-economic image, they had to come. It was their compulsion! Afterall, 80% of their company's infrastructure was built on the money once provided by Shyamal's granny, 25 years ago! That money was never returned! Shyamal's mom, Mrs. Bera ensured that they get returned this time, as the treatment of her husband depends on them!
The clock struck 4AM, Shyamal and his mom heard that Mr. Bera is out of danger and was sleeping. They headed back home. The only thing Shyamal knew was that it was a condition of acute anoxia, due to excessive cough culminated in the pneumothoracic region. They came back home. The book, was open at his desk. Shyamal had only one option, close it!
The morning breakfast was served cold, as his mom had gone to the nursing home! There was a mall chit, on which this was written: "Baba, tomar roti r dim poach table e kora ache. Ami nursing home e jacchi. Chole asbo. Tumi tala diye chole jao, ami chabi niye gechi. Chinta korona, baba bhalo ache. Ki korte hobe, seta jante jacchi!" (Son, your meal of toast and egg is kept on the dinning table. I am going to the nursing home, will come back in time. You go to school, locking the gates, as I have taken the keys. Dad is ok, I am just going to get information as what to do next!)
Shyamal, like the obedient child did what he was told to. His geography paper bore the name Shyamal Bera, and he managed to give the perfect exam, with one thing in his mind. The heat of the February Sun was too strong overhead! It shouldn't be so, yet the people said that it was cooler than last year! It failed his young mind...his developing mind!
All through S. N. Banerjee there was renovation taking place of the drainage systems. So it had less wheels on it. By there was unexpected silence in the locality, more he advanced towards his residence. Then suddenly he could hear some shoutings! Were they cries? Where was it coming from! "Oh God, please maintain everything upto track! (Saab Bhalo thake thakur!) Please!", cried Shyamal's heart!
He turned round the corner of his ally, and saw a clutch of people infront of residence... His mind faded, his breaths vanished... there were so many people at his house?



Why?