ASIAN LOVE STORY

An ardent reader of "Mills and Boons" in my school days.... Love stories had always been my first choice.... Even when asked what kind of movies do I like...I always ended up saying "Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge"..with an imagination that may be someday someone would definitely come for me singing..."tujhe dekha to yeh jana sanam".... you must be laughing at this, or you might end up thinking that this girl has surely lost it...!even my friends had thought so and eventually I started believing them.... but little did I know that something very sweet was waiting for me.............

That was just one afternoon when I come to an internet chat room. Surely, I was not looking for a boyfriend, more so a cyber boyfriend. I remember, It was February 13th. I had been quite a frequent user to this particular chatting site for quite long time but also I was kinda getting quite bored of it. There had been days where I even kept on chatting without any sense!! but one fine day one guy comes to me for a private chat, he adds me up on his friends list. He was then staying at Madras(presently Chennai) and I stayed at Kolkata. He seemed to me very nice, very different,and I felt that I haven’t come across a guy as cool as him and caring...it was like whenever he wanted to say something to me, like he always began with “can I tell u this? can I ask u? plz don’t get me wrong ok.”

We gradually became friends, great friends... To tell the truth, I never had a close male friend as him then in my life. I strangely developed an urge to be his only close friend,I started sharing even the simplest of happenings of my life with him..Infact, he unknowingly started living in my thoughts,in my dreams,,in my LIFE .... and I called him my ‘cuddly pillow’ because I wanted like hugging him and kissing his cheeks as if he’s my baby.

We got to know each other more as days passed by. We found out that we had something in common….uhmm…ok, we were both like kids =) playing around. Our chats were always funny...he always won when it came to making me laugh...whenever I got upset it was Him I always ended up being silly and giggling away...

It was that one night that after 5 long hours of chat I got to know that the unknown person whom "may be" I started falling in love with is coming to meet me the very next day!! My heart pondered...it stopped for a second.. the only thought that ran in my mind that very moment was "what if He dislikes me? What if he finds me funny? What if I get nervous and act stupid?" ...when suddenly a ping distracted my thoughts..and with all confidence I sounded very excited! Noh, actually Super excited.....

He got a picture of me, an old pic where I was just 14. I told him I did not look like that anymore.He sent his picture too, I was expecting to see a young-bunny-like-dude as that was how he acted. To my surprise he turned out to be extremely Charming, with a heart-shaped face, lovely eyes, everything was so not to what I had pictured him in my mind...

We met, and as days by we as was evident fell in love..I turned out be his only girl in life and vice versa!things were just perfect when we realized that He is destined to marry a girl whom his Mom wants him to marry. But, This time we cried... especially when we realized we could not make it. This was so frustrating, because we wanted to marry each other, we wanted each other so badly. We were so in love that were blinded. The reality shattered me into pieces..pieces that could never be joined... I was broken....

He had made a promise to me before leaving, that he would visit me here before he gets married...but I disagreed

for he will only be killing me by being in front of me when he is not free anymore..

and that was the last time probably I saw him ..I had tears in my eyes,will all HOPE that he would turn back for once, hold me in his arms forever and would never leave me ..but that did not happen...I wanted to stop him,but it was too late... he was gone... gone forever..

Today..

Still someone remembers, someone cares, his name is still whispered in someone's prayers...

May be near or far from view..

But someone till date badly misses you......

WORLD'S APART

We all will agree to the fact that this is a world of speed in communication like we have instant mail service through the net, instant transport by air and an inventory of such modes and devices....

Every claims that he does not have much time and hence work must be done quickly... Unlike the days when the world was an enormous concept and needed a minimum of 80 days to cover the distance! Todays world is however as compact as a nut shell. Yet, this entire system of "speed-communication" is fraught with ironies.And despite the fact that we can now communicate with the extremities of the earth in a wink, yet it takes us years to traverse just a couple of miles to visit a friend or family. This fact really dint occur to me before i received a call from a friend a few days ago. No! the phone call wasn't a highly dramatic event, infant phone calls are hardly dramatic events nowadays...! Yet it was significant because i got the call from her after about a year or so... Now what's so significant about this you may ask..?

What is significant is the fact that we live only 3-4 miles apart, the fact that I have to go by her house almost once every week, and yet, I have neither paid any visit nor have I placed her any phone call in months together...! And though she has been living in the city for 3 years now, I have not almost met her for two and a half years!

During the process of our conversation I even "jokingly" remarked how we had met each other last in the previous millenium. As I reflected over the conversation immediately after I realised the truth of the philosophical remark somebody had made years ago that a village can sometimes be bigger than a city - only in this case it is the city proving to be bigger than the world!

But of course in this entire set up there is no one we can much blame because the moment we point accusing fingers, the other three fingers just plainly , flatly and simply fall back at us.......... Of course no one in this wide world is so busy continuously for months that he/she has no time to place a five minutes call!!! That's ridiculous! It's just that we claim to have no time. And this claim comes despite the fact that throughout the day we may be spending time gossiping about some film land trivia...! Whatever the cause. whatever the reason, whatever the excuse, we have psychologically convinced ourselves that we don't have any time, and whenever questioned about our failure to meet up with some commitment or the other we utter the phenomenal excuse. Not just that , even the person demanding such such explanation is well aware or the answer even before he sets the question.

Thus, ultimately I arrived at the conclusion that though the world may seem within reach, a meager city can sometimes run out of hand : it can turn boundless. Of course, you are at liberty is contradict (if you may....) but believe me, I really don't have time for another explanation......!!!!

"MY HOMELAND KOLKATA"

A pure Kolkatan... as you can say my birthplace... the city that runs in my blood... Why not begin my Blog by introducing THE CITY OF JOY- "AMAR KOLKATA"
What are the first words that come to mind when asked to describe Kolkata? Dirty? Poor? Hard work? Kolkata certainly is all of those things, but she is also so much more, and for those who are looking for an authentic Indian experience, Kolkata is the perfect destination.

Once the capital of British India, Kolkata (formerly Calcutta) is now largely ignored in favour of the glamour of Mumbai, or the capital sophistication of Delhi. Even seasoned backpackers, who pride themselves on their grit, seem to give Kolkata a wide berth, as if she might swallow them up whole.

Admittedly, Kolkata has not tidied herself up for tourists; she may have a ladder in her tights, and her lipstick might be a bit smeared, but she is all the more beautiful for that. Indeed, it is this insouciant attitude which gives Kolkata so much soul.

An often heady brew of life’s contradictions and extremities – massive wealth next to heart-breaking poverty, teeming slums not far from five star hotels – a wide open mind is essential for anyone visiting Kolkata, in order to reap the most enjoyment from the city.

You can sit back in a hand drawn rickshaw, and enjoy the peculiarly exhilarating yet relaxing ride, whilst taking in the fading grandeur of the old colonial buildings, which blush coquettishly at sunset. Or wander into Hathi Bagan (Elephant Garden) market, and be prepared for an assault on the senses, as stall-holders clamour for your business, and you traipse through narrow aisles, watching some men nimbly string up fragrant garlands of marigolds and roses, whilst others behead chickens, feathers fluttering to the ground.

Perhaps seek out frenzied worshippers at Kalighat, and watch a goat being sacrificed; if you’re lucky, the priest may anoint you with a goat’s blood tilak. Even when bound in one of Kolkata’s abundant traffic jams, take the opportunity to roll down a window and admire an incongruously healthy cow pulling rank on the road, photograph the flashy, hand-painted motifs on the trucks, or buy a piece of fruit from one of the car-to-car vendors.

Maybe snatch a moment of peace at the Botanical Gardens, and catch sight of sparkling dragonflies buzzing around sacred lotuses. If the bustle of the place becomes too much, you may sit back with a gin and tonic at the Oberoi Grand hotel, and listen to some soothing jazz.

Of course, one of the reasons why Kolkata has failed to become a tourist hot spot in India is because although she doesn’t discourage them, she doesn’t make it easy for them either. There are no real guided tours of the city, no open-top buses, no I Heart Kolkata T-shirts.

In this sense, Kolkata does not encourage a superficial glance, she encourages deeper exploration. And her people – warm, friendly, helpful, without being intrusive – are only more than happy to help you out: you just have to ask. Even though some people may only be able to speak the most basic of English, where there’s a will, there’s a way, and with a little bit of effort, you will find what you’re looking for. It is a poignant experience to find yourself on your own in a wondrous building, as if you had discovered it yourself, with no other tourists around you snapping away with their cameras.

Politically, Kolkatans are some of the most aware and involved people in the world – in any one trip, you’ll probably be witness to a labour procession or political rally, maybe peaceful, maybe not. In Kolkata, everyone has an opinion, and will be more than happy to share it with you. If you don’t want to indulge in direct verbal combat, then go to a coffee house on College Street, and listen in on other people’s vocal sparring.

Kolkatans also have a very rich cultural life: passionate about books, theatre, music. Do as the natives do, and take in a classical recital at the Rabindra Sadan or watch a thought-provoking avant-garde play next door at the Nandan.

Last, but certainly not least, there is the cuisine, some of the best in the world, whether a freshly fried vegetable cutlet from a street stall, or a haute experience at one of the city’s glamorous restaurants. Don’t stick with a tried-and-tested favourite; explore. If you can wangle a dinner invitation to someone’s house – you’re in for a treat; Bengali hospitality is legendary. And even if you find the desserts a little on the sugary side, have as many mouthfuls as you can manage, anyway; your host will be offended if you don’t....
A trip to Kolkata will certainly challenge at times, and it is best to be equipped with a good sense of humour, a large reserve of patience, and a hipflask of 100% proof stoicism. Yet, as with a tempestuous lover, although Kolkata may by turn, infuriate, exhilarate, distress, enthuse, it is her contradictory nature that inspires such affection.