Today is an optional holiday in my Office. But unfortunately I could not take that option :( Felt like doing nothing in the first hour till Boss is in ....and so the post.

Mon obichol ………………

aar chokher kaajol dhowa jol

kichui bujhe na …

haay Bhalobasha chonchol .

tumi acho tai...kobita ache
tumi porbe bole likhi
Tumi acho tai...moner ek kone
bhalobasha aajo baaki

oi dekho cheye..ramdhonu aajo
saajay amaar aakash
Oi shuno dure,gaan sumodhur
baajay bhorer baatash

Tumi aacho tai..sob bhalo laage
tomay niyei sob...
Dupur belar bristi pora
pakihir kolorob....

tai to haashi..chokher jole
moner majhei thakbe bole..

tumi aacho...tai kobita accche...mon aajo obichol

tumi aacho tai...prem obujh..bhalobasha chonchol..................

At times..season makes u write

I am back from my Puja holidays....I am still not out of the festive mood.....I dont feel like working. On the top of this...the season is so romantic. Azure skies..with the whitest clouds sailing...the Bangalore breeze blowing with a hint of upcoming winter in it..it has all the goodness to make one write. As I look at the clouds..I keep on thinking that they might have travelled from a land far off...I keep feeeling the typical poetic pain. But you know what..as one of the poets had rightly said..."There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know"

Some dates are so special indeed
Today is like one of those.......
I feel like flying high in sky
stealing color from rainbows.

And send those colors to my dear
Who's celebrating far away
O wanton wind..will u help
send my wish this special day?

Winter has not set in still
clouds afloat in azure skies
Festive season...gorgeous nature
And dreams abound in my eyes.....

His love brims in my heart
So It still misses a beat or two
O sailing clouds..will you carry
my crazy heartbeats there with you?

And let my beats sing today...
The birthday song for my dear...
tell him that he is missed a lot
and loved a lot by someone here.

Earth Cries

I hardly see stars in the Bangalore sky...smog, as if, has robbed the sky of all its beauty. The first showers are no longer beautiful...Rainwater is damn dirty and black. For all these and more...Thanks to pollution which has certainly become more than a menace now! And adding to our woes, we have all the world leaders staging a drama at Copenhagen while the earth bleeds and cries!

Prithibir Chitkaar
Produshon chhine nilo, prithivir roop
Taai dekho Udaashin, Aaakasher mukh
Groho taara bondi Dhowashar kaaragaare
Baaka chaad eka tai, cheye aache chup.

Beesh Dhaale charidhaare, kol aar kaarkhana
Progotir pothe aaj agowan desh
Raastay gaari joto, bere chole obiroto
Amader chahidaar, keno nei sesh!

Socchhota nei aaj, gongaay, jomunaay
Bhoktir naame hoy taader aaj opomaan
Gaachpaala kete shob, sobhyota gorchi je
Ekdhare baare tai prithivir taapomaan.

Ei taapomaan niye aaj
Utheche je kolorob
Nongra raajniti
khomotaar khela sob!

Aakashe, baatashe , tai eto hahakaar
"Bachaao aamare" aaj prithivir chitkaar!

Prem je aamay chhare na.......

Taar email gulo jotne raakha aamar mailbox-e
Esob porei kaanna hashi roj
Facebook aar orkute edik odik,
Shudhu taari kothar, taari chhobir khoj.

Prem aami chherechi kobei
Kintu prem je aamay chhare na
Se to barte thake moner bhitor
Amar ekta kothao shune na

Bidrohi prem je aamar
Riti niti manei na
Shey beporowa, bodmejaji
Obujh kichui bujhe na.

Aajo taake shopne dekhe
Hotath uthi kepe
Taar kothai bhabte thaki
Raatro jege jege.

Jemon poraay amaar boshto na mon
Ami aaj office-e aanmona
Amar take niyei lekhalekhi
Aajgobi sob kolpona.

Etto bochhor, shey etto dure
Tobu takei dekhi ami
Haay korto jodi sheo omon
Amar moton paglami

Ekhon notun raasta, notun saathi
Kintu mon to notun noy
Moner bhitor prem purono
Tai to koshto hoy

Sobai bole “Haay kolonko…
Morbi je ei Neshay”
Ami kolonkito hotei chai
Priyor bhalobaashay.

HOME BOUND

My joy knows no bounds today!! The last few days have been very stressful for me but today certainly the excitement of going home has taken over. Yes just 15 hrs for my flight now.....I M GOING HOME AFTER AN YEAR. Two weeks....TWO WEEKS I will be in my own world, with all my near and dear ones...in my sweet Silchar. No office...no bugs...no coding...no traffic...no tension. ..Huh..two weeks out of the confines of my hellish cubicle...far away from this mess.
Will come back with stories from Silchar......WISH U ALL A VERY HAPPY DURGA PUJA!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Busy May and a Lazy June

I have become very lazy and my laziness accounts for my disappearance from the blogosphere these days.

For me, It was a busy May and an equally lazy June. I had an exam in the office in April –May and given the bad times, I could not risk flunking. I gave my first attempt April last and tried all my luck rather than labour…….I wore my lucky dress, did my morning prayers with an extra bit of pseudo devotion, sat at the 7th system in the exam hall and etc etc. I was sure that I knew something of everything in the mammoth syllabus but in the exam, as I was running through the questions, I could not help feeling like Alice in Wonderland! Hoping against hope, I submitted with exactly seventeen minutes pending and kept praying till the result page loaded…..but alas ..there in front of my eyes were the most hated words “ You scored 55%. Better luck next time”. “Better labour” , I thought and started my preparations…No blogging, no reading novels, no freak outs. Studying after office hours, that also technical stuff, was maddening, I tell you, but somehow I had to. With all my crazy preparations, I attempted the assessment on last week of May and thankfully I cleared with a more than desired 83%.
I had become very worked up by then and so felt like taking a break…..Break for me this June meant doing nothing. Yes I had to go to office(no body was lenient enough to grant me leaves) but the workload was ok-ok types. I sneaked into a virtual slumber…yet again no blogging, no books, no outings. Mid june, I started reading the “KiteRunner “ and “The Autobiography of a Yogi” . Both the books are awesome but I had no mood to carry on beyond the first few pages. By this time my ma also had come to Bangalore and I was relived of the burden of cooking and other domestic chores. My laziness now had enough reasons to grow. Off late, I hated even walking….wished if the floor beneath would drift forward taking me along. Probably I was thinking just that when I was climbing down the stairs last week…..I am not sure if I had slipped or tripped but in a second I fell down in full public view..with everybody looking at me as if something very wonderful had happened. I badly sprained my foot and am still trying to limp back to normal.

Enough of being lazy….Hope to have a very vibrant and lovely July.

It's not a happy weekend...here I am working on a Saturday compensating for the holiday declared on the election day in Karnataka. It feels all the more sad sitting in front of the lifeless monitor and typing some dull code when the day is "Pochise Boisaakh"..the birth anniversary of Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore...the day which is so very special to me...so very auspicious for bengalis all over the world. I made my silent celebrations yesterday..all alone in my Bangalore home...reading out Gurudev's poetry..singing out his songs. Memories abound........i grew up with his creations...my childhood, my teenage,
my youth…. there was Rabindranath everywhere..in all my happiness..in all my pains. The more I read him..the more i know him...the more awestruck am I....
I miss the Rabindra jayanti celebrations back home....i miss the excitement of those endless rehearsals..i miss it all..

Would like to share with you all a bengali poem i wrote last pochise boisaakh.....i dont have the bangla fonts here..so using the english letters only..

Kobigurur proti

aamar dukkho betha bhoy bhabona kichui naai
jokhon tomar shurer jhornatole haariye jaai
jokhon edik odik baajte thake tomaar gaan
aadhar chire uthle hride aalor baan
shei aaloy aaloy bhaste thaki
aami tomaay bhalobaashte thaki
tomar kothar jadur kaathi..pagol kore praan


tomar shur tomar chhondo
taar poroshe je mor ki aanondo!!!
tomar bhasha tomar bhab
thakle hride...kisher obhab?
tomar shur baajle buke...aamar hoyna haashi mlaan
tomar kabbo,tomar kotha..pagol kore praan


tomar kothaay ek poloke
jaai bheshe kon kolpoloke
jetha soishob aamar, koishor aamar..aabar khuje paai
oshim tumi aanondomoy
pagol koro aamar hridoy
ami tomar shure chhonde kobi...miliye jete chai.


Feel like writing more on this day.....but am in a hurry..have my 6 oclock shuttle to catch. Its drizzling outside, as i see from my office window....Hope to have a beautiful musical evening..."Shubho Pochise Boisaakh"!!!!!!