Few Long Nights of my life

There are few nights which are like memorable not because it was plesant but because it was awful, tiresome, cold, risky and yet charming at the end when you are through with the night. Its like a long journy which tests your patience, your intigrity and perhaps your character as a whole. Well its not like a win or losse situation here but its more like a survival test in your life......and how few people from whom one expects the least comes to your rescue and ho some of those people who are near you leaves you to your situation .....
Night @ Road: Gangtok to NJP
This year 2009 when there was Aila in West Bengal I left Gangtok for Kolkata on the next day. As I had my tickets book for a train named Garib Rath which was supose to leave the next day early morning @ 4 from NJP. Hence I started from Gangtok @ 6 in the evening. The fact that via a luxary car it will take around 4 hours and one hour given to the monsson factors to reach NJP.
As usual the journy started with me buying a big Kurkure Pac and few fags for my trip and two bottles of water. I made a halt @ Rongpo to withdraw few amount of doe to make my payment to our travel agent. Everything was cool except for the fact that it was raining all through the day and the rain hadent yet stopped till then.
I was about to reach Melli....Another Bengal Sikkim border when there was a huge traffic in front of our car...." I said hell man....must be another landslide"...took out a fag and got off the car to have a reccee of the situation....The only thing that blew me out of my mind is I saw a jewel like light from the headlight of the cars in the traffic for a stretch of about 3 km and then a break in the same which means that either the road is damaged there or there is laqnd slide. The former case is much worse for me than the later case. Well that was my first guess when I came to knew that there was landslide which has just taken place in the heart of melli and army officials have blocked off the road. Well I needed to take a call on the situation as the traffic behind my car....given to the fact that I had two options to take a road from either Jorethang or rabangla which will take me out from the other side of melli but both these roads were equally fatal and risky to travel in night and givne to the fact the Finance Secretary died in the road accident in the road to Ravangla few months back to me.....
Any way when I presented the case to my driver he said there is a third option which is much more riskier but shorter ..It was the NTPC road from Rongpo to Kalimpong which will take me to Teesta from where I can have a smooth sail to NJP. Given to the fact that I had a lot of time in hand I wanted to venture through Jorethang as the road was much safer but was worries as I didnt knew exactly where in melli the road was blocks...so the tought passes me that if I am unlucky then I might end up in melli Jam from the other side....Hence I rejected the idea of Ravangla and Jorethang and opted for the Kalimpong road......Now the only draw back in Kalimpong road was it was much steeper.....with no other car or vehicles which ply in that road and chances of landslides in this road was as high as in any other hilly road........So the only person with whom I can share my experiance was Himaghna.....So well I called him up and gave him a detailed replay of the situation I was through.......for some time everything weas exciting but smooth then suddenly I found out that NTPC has a check post which has the road blocked off . After pleading a lot with the officials who were sleepgin the time we reached there they aggred to open the road block for us but stated that there can be land slides further in the road and if so ....and if we turn backl they wont let us return through that road block again......any way me and my driver were the men of the moment...and the goal was to reach NJP any how.....after 20 mins drive .....our worst fear... large chunks of boulders and muds in the road...The only option is both of us got down and fought for 20 more minutes to remove the boulder when suddenly without any warming few more boulders missed me by inches and just behind me there was anothr land slides.....ohhh hell gain,,,...Me and my driver made a hurculian effort to clear of ass much as we can ...after like 40 mins there was a bit of clearance and somehow we tok out the qualis through it....with off courase few scratches and muds in our hands........
So the road from there to NJP through kalimpong was chilling..beautifull through the cluods and uneventfull.....On reaching NJP I came to knew that our car was the onyl car from Gangtok which reached NJP.....but then again I had to stay awake till four in the morning....Somehow my mom and himaghna made it possible for me to stay awake till that time.........
This one night made me realise how much himaghna as a frined perhaps understands me and how much my mom also as a frd will stay awake for me ..:)
Train from Delhi 2 Bhopal...
This is about my return trip from Delhi to Bhopal during nmy 2nd OT. Well given to the fact that I didnt had any warm cloths or bed shets etc to protec me from cold I told Abhishek Kar (Dada) that I would like to share his sleeping bag in the train. To this he aggred and I was quit content. but Sam somehow said to me...you might not be able to share the Air bag with dada...he wont share it with you....so he made me drink 4 pegs of Rum and 3 joints of Hash....So thati become so numb that i wont be able to fell the chill.....On reaching the train I found out Binny (another class mate of mine) has one big Quilt...which was very luring for my case....but any way I was content that dada wil share his sleepign bag with me....
Any way as the train started I brought up the case about sharing dadas sleeping bag to which he didnt give me a direct answer./...Then after few more discussions he made me understood that he is in no mood to share his sleeping bag.....and after some time he went to the upper bunk and that made it obvisous that "dude no sleeping bags for you"""
So I rationalised that I am smelling old monk and I m high on has so who the hell would like to share nything with me....I didnt even though about asking binny s help with the quit 1st I was swmelling rum, 2nd I was a guy she a girl and it was very awkward situation for me to ask for a quit to spend the night underneath it, 3rd I though when Dada after everything back out...there was no reason she should help me...given to the fact that I was totally in a haze and Dada has also passed on this message to Binny si she was aware of my situation....AllI did was I took off to the middle berth and tried to getr a sleep...Man It was mid november and it was cold like hell....
suddenly binnys motherly instincts kicked in...she called me and said I can share her quilt......Man it was so fucking generous for her to offer a totally detuned guy to share her quilt.....Till this day and perhaps till days to come I will always be in debt to the little warmth she provided me with her quilt....It was a life saver from sure shot pnemunia......Any way after that I tried to be as much decent as I can be so that binny dosnt fell uncomfortable ..and perhaps in that aspect I kept her talking till 4 in the morning after which her speech was getting slurred and she had to sleep.....So I kept on sitting in the one end of the seat till early 6 o clock in the morning after which we came to knew that the train was 4 hours late.....so after a cup of tea somehow I managed a small nap ....
But in the end when a guy back oyut of sharing a sleeping bag which would perhaps made it much easier for him to do...It was a girls maternal insticnt which was a life saver for me.....Cant really forget that aspect in life....
The Bus Ride from Jim Corbett to Dehradun
This was one hard night for the 5 of us who were in Utteranchal. We were taking a overnight from Ramgarh to Doon when one small incident changed the total scenario in the journey. A couple with thier kid was in the bus and the husband wanted the bus to stop in a certain location which was just few meters away from the bus stop. So the eternal debate started between the two Indian Males i.e the bus conducter and the husband. At the end it was a threat from the husband stating that he wont let the bus move without paying back for the insult.
Any way aroudn 15 mins from that area there was a bus junction hence the bus stopped there and the driver and the conducter went to have thier dinner over there...Few mns from that moment the husband turn up with few local goons and gave one heck of a beating to the driver when he failed to find the conducter......So at the end no matter what the driver refused to drive ...and stated that if hes made to drive the bus he will drive into valley intentioanlly....
So it was mayday for us...I as usual took off all my stuff and so did my 4 other companions namely Satya, Binay, Prov and Ashu.....So 5 of us were having 12 luggages and hence we all missed the next bus to doon....on been left stranded in the bus stop @ 12 in the night I did what I did the best...I started playung guitar////...After sometime when I looked up I saw ppl surround me and look at me like i was an alien playing banjo in a rooftop...
One smart ass also asked me a question...hey dude whats that stuff you are playing....Harmonium????
I said WTF man...I packed the guitar and went for a smoke...We came to know that the next bus to doon will come after an hour.....Meanwhile satya wzas taking pics of the place where there was that awsome greek god fight between the driver and the husband when suddenly few ppl came to him and said.."" Sahb..please dont falsh this nwes in tommorows paper....we can pay you something to keep this aspect a secrect""""Satya was an ass and rejected the money and said honestly that his interest was just to capture the moment and not a reporter......
Ay way thing is the next bus the only passangers were we 5 guys and it was cold like hell......The Driver in the initial moment said.." Guys if u wanna ride in my bus I will take you to Doon in my own speed..." Well as we had all the time in life so we were quit good with it.....Ny way by the time we reached Haridwar....It was cold cold cold like hell and it was raining also and windy..... most of us were trying to sleep in the seat...with Satya who was stuck in between the Gap of the seat to keep himself Warm....
We Reached Doon @ 3 o clock in the morning..It sonwed the night and Doon was also cold like hell in the last week of December....
The thing is somehow we Managed to pull that night through together.....

Waiting List didnt confirm

This happned on my Latest trip back from Gangtok to Kolkata. Thing is Everything from entering West Bengal started to go wrong....Three Road blocks and stuff like that was making me edgey. Then also the fact that my ticket didnt get confirm. Ny way when I reached NJP station I took out all my luggage and then forgot to put my mobile....... As the Car left I remembered I left my mobile in the Car. I saw a guy in red track suit standing in front and asked him " dude I left my mobil" can I use u r mobile and call mine so that the driver can help me out with my mobile....
Then I realised I dont remember my mobile number and then suddenly I remembered that I have the bill from this car and then called up....Well thanks to that s guys help with his mobile I got my mobile...... Then Next I saw my W/L has not being confirmed and my e-tickets got canclled by itself
Next I kept pesterning the TTE to give me seat in A/C....I overdid it so much that he said ...bhayee I m the TTE for the sleeper class....then he took me to the TTE for the A/C and he said boss no seats available in A/C..even I gave my seat to another guy who just gave me a lucrative offer....
So I was left with no choice and opt for Sleeper....The TTE for the Sleeper class was a bihari guy, Nice and cool and said that I need to buy a general class ticket and he will help me out with my seat....
So next is I ran over and baught a general ticket and then bribed the TTE with 400 bucks ....and he said ok u go and sit in the 7th seat in S-2 coach

When I reached i saw another guy sitting there....i was fuckign furious..I asked him how much the TTE took from him and he said nothing....DAmn I thought am I the only one today whos having a bad day....but next the TTE came over and took 600 bucks from him and alloted him a seat in 63 no. berth...
Then the TTE after finishing his job and stuff came to me and chatted over for 2-3 hours....I learnt fwe things like presently TTE get 37k salary, then they make 400 from each persons in sleeper class, and they avoid their job in AC class as the scope of taking bribes from thatr place is very vry low and risky.....
So after Malda the TTE got off and told me not to worry....but sadly for me the worry was the cold......
Of all my jounrnies in life this was the coldest...I did had my self clothed with 4 layers of warm cloths but no blanket or quit made life hell specially my legs were cold and my ears were freezing....The best I could do is took my towel and used it blanket.....
No matter wat I couldnt sleep, I couldnt keep my eyes open for long....but somehow I kept my date with the cold and reached kolkata early in the morning...

Then and Now

Then :-

I used to dream a lot

Now: -

I still do the same

Then: -

I used to play a lot

Now:-

It is only restricted to computer games

Then:-

I was too crazy about my girlfrd

Now:-

I am too crazy about her still now

Then: -

I was always afraid of marrying her

Now:-

I am still afraid of the same

Then:-

Planning was a thing for old and foolish

Now:-

Seems I became the old and foolish

Then:-

I couldnt sit at any place for more than 10 mins

Now:-

Now its not more than 5 mins

Then:-

I could give my right hand to learn play guitar like SLash

Now:-

If I give my right hand how will I eat

Then:-

I loved the winter afternoon

Now:-

Round the year its winter for me

Then:-

I wanted to eat a lot of kurkure

Now:-

I spend that money in smoking

Then:-

Cycling was my favurite past time

Now:-

The same thing didnt transfer to bikes or cars so I avail to walking

Then:-

Working all night was a nightmare

Now:-

Not working all night is a nightmare

Then:-

Wanted to be in Airforce

Now:-

Thankgod I am not there

Then:-

Wanted to be a guitarist

Now:-

I am one..well half aked thoug but yet

Then:-

Promises were made to be kept

Now:-

Committments are made to be broken after payment :)

Then:-

I liked to sit alone near a medow or a pond by myself for long hours

Now:-

I miss those lonely moments

Then:-

Paper weights and the design inside it used to facinate me a lot

Now:-

Its only a paper weight

Then:-

I wanted to be financially independent

Now:-

I am financially enslaved

Then:-

Pastries and Burgers in Monginis were a delicacy

Now:-

Its junk food

Then:-

Porn magazines were costlier than gold

Now:-

Burn magazines to keep me out of cold

Then:-

A Girls smiles at me used to mean she fell for me

Now:-

A girl tell " I love you" seems like a bluff to me

Then:-

Swinging from one coconut tree to another through its leaves was estacy

Now:-

Cant tell for sure which one is a coconut tree and which is a palm tree

Then:-

Making Paper plans and flying them was like getting high

Now:-

Even Cream cannot take me that high now

Then:-

Paper boats were our passport to the dreamland fantasy

Now:-

Floating in the raft of hopeless mystry

Then:-

Sharing tiffin was fun

Now:-

U need to buy bad pun

Then:-

God was Gay for me

Now:-

God is still Gay for me...though its upto you all how you comprehend this word GAY....

In the end I always think life is a journey so rather than taking too much trouble in locating the next destination we can always enjoy the road and look back at times to the passed stations which sometimes do bring a smile in the lips.

Rather than cribbing what I have done in life I would always like to live as what I am doing right now......

Window

To Kurt
What price do we pay for rationality?
At what cost do you get sanity
Bricks and concrete is surrounding humanity
To see the kids play in playground is a fallacy

The time machines is said to bring maturity
Yet there is something missing in me
Yesterday I could sit by my window and forget reality
Today I wish that for eternity

Yesterday Gariahat was a charm
To meet her in Rashbihari was fun
The expectation to save and buy a chicken roll was a delight
The fun of constant incompleteness and the fight

The durga puja and the inventory growth
Asthami anjali and its incomparable wroth
Diwali and the color of the fire
Ohh much I long for them and desire

To explore the unexplored was a fantasy of old
To cycle through a paddy field can be compared to gold
To puff a cigeratte and then withhold the smell
Ohh how fascinating was that sweet little hell

I still see the window, but now it’s staring at me
In a subtle manner its screaming that I lost myself to me
Yesterday when I used to peek I used to see the sky, the sun and the rain
Today it shows me the concrete, brick and pain

Yet sometimes when I sit by it in the night
I can still see the stars glimmer in far sight
The windows whispers me in my ear then
Is it love or is it pain??

Roby

B-school blues

B-school blues of my friend Himaghna Dey Sarkar. O btw hes also the co-author of this blog so right now I don’t own it myself. Any way till today I saw many kinds of people doing assignment with the help of internet but Mr. Himaghna took the whole aspect into a new level. He did two assignments on his own and made me do the third in the most unconditional way one can imagine @ 4 in the morning……..Ny way as far as gmail chat is concerned hers the whole conversation that took place that night


Rahul:
so hows goes
((( I shouldn’t ever have asked this question if I had any slightest idea of my friends motive ))


Himaghna:
bad. still on the project. got another project to do. will send u as soon as a finish. wil tak later

Sent at 11:28 PM on Monday

Rahul:
okok carry on
(( So easy to say when you r on the other side of the fire and watching people burn on it ))


Sent at 11:29 PM on Monday
Himaghna:
how is the plane mig-35?
(( He was crazy to ask this and I was equally mad to ponder an answer upon this question ))

Sent at 11:29 PM on Monday

Rahul:
multi role i heard last
deep penetration attack or lemme check its grounds attack version or something like that

Himaghna:
sukhoi 30 is also multi role. it is not a full fledged fighter
(( Who the fuck cares man….do u project lemme live in peace ))

Sent at 11:30 PM on Monday

Rahul:
but good in dogfight due to its avionics
(( expert comment as if I made and took a ride in these two fighter jets ))


Sent at 11:31 PM on Monday

Rahul:
ok its mainly a mig 29 upgraded to better suit ground attacks (( at least one answer I found out through google….where will be we with out google man ))

Himaghna:
ok

Sent at 11:34 PM on Monday

Rahul:
so basically twin engine
(( Its so fucking evident from any mig 35 pic ))

Himaghna:
hmmmm

Rahul:
Have more drag though
(( Ask me to explain drag all I can say is it is how u puff a marijuana joint ))


Sent at 11:34 PM on Monday

Rahul:
:P
focus more on the organizational aspect
not much on the technicalities if u do that u will ruin u r assignment
(( I donno !!! I really donno why I poke my nose into others affair ))

Himaghna:
i am focusing on saving my ass
(( dude its burnt out and spend …now all that remains is u r ass ash ))

Rahul:
he he he he

Himaghna:
i know thats the problem. i went deep into technicalities first and then scrapped the whole thing and now concentrating on core issues and organizational aspects

Sent at 11:39 PM on Monday

Rahul:
koto dur kaka { English translation : how far dude??? Seems like u r totally screwed up huh?? }
chude aches mone hocche to

Himaghna:
aro dur. koto dur sei morichika................ { English translation : Far yet....so far is this oasis}
will send u as soon as i am done

Rahul:
hehe
sala i ran out of cig
(( to make things worse ))

Himaghna:
what r u doing?

Rahul:
just finished my proposal few moments ago
yeah sure not an issue
(( why did I utter this man!!! Was I stupid??? ))


Sent at 2:56 AM on Tuesday
Himaghna:
can u do me a favour if u are alive?
????????????????????\

Rahul:
i m alive and kicking
(( wht was I thinking ))

Himaghna:
if u can then I will send u an assignment done by 2 people. its not long. u just have to collate the two(copy and paste) and make it look original or atleast undetectable?

Rahul:
fuck u asshole

Himaghna:
otherwise i seriously wil not be able to finish this

Rahul:
u want me to do this rite now???

Himaghna:
i will return u the favour someday somehow

Rahul:
ok

Himaghna:
wait sending

Rahul:
dont have to give me those two s assignment
i mean dont have to return fav
give me the assignments
DAMN SALA WHT AMI WRITING

Himaghna:
hehehe. wait

Sent at 3:04 AM on Tuesday
Himaghna:
jus check if u got it

Rahul:
okok

Himaghna:
i am calling u on skype

Rahul:
got u r assshole assignment
fuck u dont think about kissing me

Himaghna:
i wantto hear u yell at me and curse me
i am calling pik up

Sent at 3:15 AM on Tuesday
Himaghna:
skype is not working or what?

Rahul:
wait ass

Himaghna:
i am trying to cal u on skype. pik up

Rahul:
ass wait till i log in to skype

Himaghna:
ok

Sent at 3:17 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
asshole u have written that i shuld scan it and then fuckign type the whole answer

Himaghna:
ok don scan it. just scan the answers and u wil get a feel
the purpose is to hide behind already done assignments

Rahul:
fuck at 4 o clock in a cold morning u want me to type u r answers

Himaghna:
do it for fuck's sake or else I am royally screwed. I am struggling with defense
and the whole day has made me quite hazy
i am writing. dont know what i am writing

Sent at 3:46 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
u r a fuckign cruel guy

Himaghna:
i am about to die

Rahul:
so am i
:)

Himaghna:
don worry we will go to hell together

Rahul:
well i m in one rite now

Himaghna:
so am i
and mine is much hotter and filthier than urs

Sent at 4:17 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
hey i find chutiy 2 2nd answer way good
copy paste as it is
yeah i know
i am in cold hell u r in hot hell

Himaghna:
olpo sholpo change or as u think. just do it. feel free

Sent at 4:17 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
if u r sir ask u say u two have discussed and formulated it together
so the only change he will find is in the eng lang

Himaghna:
hmmmm

Rahul:
:)


Sent at 4:18 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
hey btw these two fucks have also done the same thing it seems

Himaghna:
ya. might be, change it as much as possible. its ur call

Rahul:
both of their answers matches but one has written one par t of the answer in the beginning and the other in the end

Himaghna:
think u r fucking himaghna dey sarkar

Rahul:
and just made some cosmetic chages or wht??
i dont want to :)

Himaghna:
ya do cosmetic changes or do plastic surgery

Rahul:
i m trying but i am sleepy so results will be drastic

Himaghna:
dont sleep please
my life is in ur hands

Rahul:
i am fucking doing it


Sent at 4:27 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
i am on 4th answer

Himaghna:
gr8.long lve rahul samaddar

Sent at 4:30 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
i wont come online from tommorow

Himaghna:
u will.

Sent at 4:31 AM on Tuesday
Himaghna:
don sleep. i will wear a skirt and prepare coffee for u ((( MAN I AM SERIOUSLY GONNA MAKE HIM DO THIS SOME DAY )))

Sent at 4:43 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
when will u fucking do it
??

Himaghna:
don know
still going on. now brain seriously not working
m stuck with privatization of defense industry

Rahul:
yeah say the there must be gun shops along with ration shops
india must have right to owe guns in the constitutional frame work

Himaghna:
good idea. let me add it

Rahul:
and wip*o and info sys must be allowed to bid for any chinese RFP coz one these indian company does ny project for any organization that organization is doomed


Sent at 4:46 AM on Tuesday

Rahul:
i m going to sleep now asshole
privatize u r army also
:)


So at end he managed to submit the three assignments. I just keep wondering what kind of torture will he put his professors into when they will read the assignment I wrote for him J

The eagle's stronghold

To kurt

A mighty eagle caught in the rain
Drenched wet and yet trying to gain
The wind is fast and the situation vain

He had wings which were his
He maybe little but big his heart immense
But the rain was hard and the clouds dense

The charm of flying is to fly alone
The mighty eagle did it in his own
Yet the raindrops were like thorn

He knew he was mend to fly
No matter how hard the rain or wind ply
So he flew along in the stormy sky

Destination was never meant for him
To fly across the sky was the dream
For splendor and honor and self esteem

The drag of the wind and the weight of the rain
And yet there in the sky he remain
As if making a last stand in the game of pain

He did what he was mend to do
With the might of his wings there he flew
While other down below didn’t had a clue

He never sold his freedom my fried
He knew once you loose there’s no amend
Small little thing we humans don’t comprehend

Roby

The Wild Horse of East: Mohiner Ghoraguli

Here I am setting @ the dead end of night....I see the huge majestic mountains from my hotel window in sikkim and its bloody cold and the moon light is just as soothing like milk flowing down from the shoulder of a beautiful fair girl....basically @ this point of time in night any one can go crazy.....Sadly the only thing I get to do @ this point of time is listen to some old bangla contemporary music by Mohiner ghoraguli. And I kept wondering.

Basically this blog post is about those wild horses from kolkata who didnt let themselves be tamed by the market or the people of their time. Bong's have been only obsessed with Rabindro Sangeet and Nazrul Geeti through out and even after 60-70 years a bong still keeps holding on to it without realizing that they never accepted change so readily as they should have. They dont understand that Rabindro Sangeet was revolutionary in nature as it was something new that time...It was change and Bengali's made it their tradition. Nothing bad in that but sadly they became soo obsessed with it that after that people started resisting anything new...anything radical, anything directly from the heart. Even today when I talk about music with any bong most of them from somewhere return back to technicality of music and how perfect Rabindra Sangeet and rraags and etc. I mean wtf man???? Is music all about technicality.....I see young kinds even today dragged down to music classes and made to sing songs which they perhaps wont even understand and most of the time dont like to as it gets boaring. Or rather its more like academic aspect for every bong household. Every one in kolkata learns how to play a guitar or sing song or any music instrument from an age when perhaps they don’t even understand or don’t want to do that....I basically parents rob a kid of his fun. Yes fun. Life is all about fun and how much fun u has in there. A kid needs a space...a Boy needs a space and a man needs a space in order to understand what they want to do in a particular time.....bongs by far has never understood this it seems.......So due to this for ages Bengali music was all about Rabindra Sangeet or the melodic film songs..
But then again it is said that when a race is becoming too much stereotype God sends one person to be radical, to change things, to bring in the storm of passion, to do something which others find difficult to comprehend. This time it was Goutom Chottopadhaya aka Moni Da...
By profession he was a MR and spend time in Bhopal ( The City which I love soo much ) and Jabalpur. Yet he was a Venusian. He was made with tunes, notes and rythem. So it was quit natural that MR job was not what he would be satisfied with. He was a person who s life revolved around music and songs and compositions. He was meant to be an example and destiny had chosen him to be that.
Even in his MR days he would compose songs from time to time. But how long can you cage a wild horse. How long can the stregth of the materialistic chain hold the firey spirit of an untamed wild mustang ???
But still Bong s at that time perhaps were not ready for Moni Da and his group of wild horses. Yet the group came into existence in 1974. Was it something that made Kolkata have this group ???? Sometimes I laugh @ kolkata and its dwellers who never recognize something radical and something which will make you go wild and have fun .....many an artist were lost because of this attitude but we still remain the same. We still are afraid to walk out of our small pond of Rabindra Sangeet or Nazrul Geeti.
Well 1974 was not exactly a rosy period for Mohiner Ghoraguli to bring their radical tunes for the Bong people who were too skeptical and too immature to understand one simple fact......A song is sung from ones heart and an instrument is played with emotions......it doesn’t have to be technically right or traditional. Thing which is still the same to a certain aspect.
But still the wild horses were untamed....they roamed about where ever they wanted to, did what they wanted to, sang their hearts out and never gave it a two though whether people listen to them or not coz they were having fun. People of Kolkata if you think you r independent please think again...U r fucking slave of your own self created superior complex that your race and culture is much above all. Mohiner Ghoraguli was not about a radical music band. They defined passion and independence which we bongs lack soo much. It s not about right or wrong in doing something but it is about doing something in a passionate manner......Its about loving your self ...Its about the ecstasy and the fun resulting on being able to do what you want to do.

People of kolkata you had the best chance to build on the contemporary music industry in 1974 and yet bengali music is struggeling. Mohiner Ghoraguli performed from 1974 to 1981. They were not accepted by the society whoes next generation would follow these band of the yester year like GOD. But yet Moni da was an artist by heart and he didn’t know how to sell his song and no matter what they didn’t sell their selves to the liking of the people at that time.

So no matter what the stringent traditional culturally detuned society of ours were not able to buy their souls. No matter what Mohiner Ghoraguli kept their identity and integrity and didn’t sell out. The band broke up in 1981. No one knew about them, no one was interested about the. They were like a dust in the wind. But no matter what these wild horses had by then planted the seed of radical contemporary music in the womb of kolkata. Be it dormant yet it was there bidding its time to come out and bloom.................

It was not till 1990 when Moni da again came back to do what he loved doing best. But by then the time has changed. Sadly Moni da passed away in 1999 but in these 9 years he made kolkata stoop down to have a sip of his flavor of music. Some of the most excellent songs were presented to the people. Yes the wild horses were old yet they were untamed, yet they had that same fire in their heart which @ last burned out the whole pseudo high traditional superiority complex of the bongs in Bengal. Was it a make over??? no it wasn’t.. It was just that the direction of the breeze blowing over kolkata and bengal changed. The same culture that was under the impression of their high class tradition is basically licking the dust right now when any fucking singer comes out with a detuned Rabindro Sangeet during durga pujo or the same bengali culture who renounced the horsed because of thier wildness and was totally into the melodies of uttom suchinra movies music are basically left dumb with the kind of music that tollywood rite now have bee producing.......Well aint that an irony that Mohimer ghoraguli made their mark after 30 years???? Well they were ahead of their times by 30 years….

Mohiner Ghoraguli songs are not just song for us, it our feeling, we connect so much to it because all the songs of moni da were of common people, is my feeling of every day and is our emotion of everyday.....every moment ....It always about that...music is emotion...there is nothing right or wrong in emotion, there is nothing wrong or right in music as such as long as its own, original and sang with heart.......

No the wild horse from the east never charged and swept aside others......they ran freely and grazed on when and where they wanted and covered ground in the long run. They might have lacked direction but who cares about direction when the world is your canvas......So who now cares about the elite Bongs who renounced everything new........The wild run of the Mohiner Ghora at this age in this new millennium taught the young horses of bengal do what their earlier generation has been afraid of doing.....Dream and passion

Yes the war paint of these wild horses has gone grey with the sunset in 1999. Yes Moni Da sings no more for us.....But Moni Chara Sunno Lage.....( theres a void without moni)........But yes we all sing for Moni Da now.....

At the end I would say perhaps their music carrier as such was as hazy as a foggy winter morning but for these wild horses it was a journey……. a pilgrimage

So @ the end it is just like of their songs :-

Bhalobashi joshnaye kash bone chut te
Chaya mela etho pothe bhalo bashi hate
Dur Paharer Gaye Godhulir Alo mekhe
Kache Dakte Tante Sobuuj digante
Tobuyo kichu jano Bhaloje lagena kano
Udashi pother majhe mone pore thake jano
Kothaye roye jano lukiye bishad tobuyoo

Bhalo lage dingi nooukaye chore bhaste
Projaputi buno hash bhalo lage dekhte
Jalnar kone boshe udashi bikel dekhe
Bhalobashi ek mone kobita porte
Tobuyo kichu jano Bhaloje lagena kano
Udashi pother majhe mone pore thake jano
Kothaye roye jano lukiye bishad tobuyoo

Jookhon Dekhi ora Kaaj kore grame bondoree
Sudhuyee foshol koonaye gham jhoraye mathe prantore
Tokhon bhalo lagena lagena ko kichuyee
Subee kache eyee sho bhalo bashi ekthaeye eye sob kichuyee

P.S......The song Bheege Bheege song from Gangster was a excat remake of " Pritibi ta naki choto hote hote" by The Mohimer Ghoraguli

The Pipe piper and the sensual desire

Well to be on the safer side.....I always say I will look into this matter and get back to you..
Well guys I am a consultant and basically I am both in delivery and pre sales ....though not offically in pre sale but wtf...I have to handle a nice bit of that also.....so well few traits I have developed specially working with the government are: -----

1. I am getting shameless day by day
2. I can outrightly lie no matter on whatever aspect may that be

So yeah the lure of little green bags has pulled me in this mealstorm which is nothing much more than dirt and shit and me swimming in that with others as my companions.....but somehow I have started liking it....Now why is wht I donno but I started to like the politics in the office that is played, the board rooms scams and strategies that are done and at the end the best part is to lie convincingly to our prospect clients and get bussiness from the same....

But on the broader prespective of life....I am getting to know people of different kind...how u r own frds can take advantage of u, how some not so good frd can really help u out of turn expecting nothing in return, how people love screwing each other turn by turn.......

As if everything is a part of a game.........

And the fact that we as humans are dangerous to each other in a very sweet manner....we do understand this fact but reject it on the illusionary need factor based judgement that we cultivated for a long time....

I at times donnot understand many many things that this world is so hugely indulged into like :--

• the way climate change is propagated and the measures that are been taken.......
• using SHS system with lead acid battery which in turn is dangerous for humans and ppl donot have a proper plan for the safe disopsal of the same
• conservation of dogs, monkey, donkeys, ass, ass shit, fish, turtle, blah blah blah while we are not yet done with the safe conservation of human being.....and providing them the basic 3 necessities of food, shelter and education
• Barrack Obama getting nobel peace prize.....dont really know why?????

the list is endless but the point is a point.....why r we so much eager to fuck each other....yeah i know that the part between the legs of a woman is a passport to heaven for men ......( donno if vice versa is same for women).....but in literal terms we all love to make a fool of ourselves by acting clever........And some how theres a pipe piper some where in the distance playing the flute and making us dance to the abnormal tune .....

A Phone call with her

Yeah !!! that is what the girl of my childhood dreams told me when I said I still love her after 10 years....when the fact is none of us has met each other in these 10 years. Oie !!!! its not 10 years 6 years I guess. Yeah rite 10 years was like when we first met from now....
Yeah so any way the point is there is no point. Yeah true...!!! BTW the coversation

R: Hey !!! what do u mean by yu fell out of love....( Man as if love is a bucket or better a moving overcrowded bus)
M: Yeah !!! u know wht!!! u dont deserve it....!!!!! ( there were many more exclamation marks in there)
R: Well thats fine....but that was not the question....Is love like a 60W bulb??? I mean how do u turn it on and off
M: Grow up man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <<>> When will you understand you can't make anyone love by talking about old time??
R: Woah....( am i talking to a junky) now where is anyone asking anyone to fall in love by talkiong about old broken relashioship????
M: U know Mr. R..... U wanna know some thing...I really really dont think you deserved to be loved (Not profoundly this sentence was used but the word deserve was there) and when I saw you last I didnt feel anything....
R: Ok good enough....now the feeling of deserve u used was a resultant of judgement. This means you have used someportion of your brain or emotion and judged me....and found out that I didnot deserve to be loved...
<<<>>>
M: What do you mean!!Q!!!!!!! @!$!@$@$2 Few new english slangs used ...U know u were a nobody for me..I didnt fell anything for you
R: Well ok coool....but tell me the reason you left me...fell out of love from me???
M: Yu wanna know why....:----------------
the list starts:-

1. I didnt had the balls to meet her parents the day her mom came to meet me specially when we were in XI th standard.....<> I was 17 she was 16
2. Why my mother used to hate her....<<<>
3. I was a jerk , a scum bag blah blah blah.......
4. other reasons were not explicitly mentioned apart from the fact...I dont love u R...P.S Thanks you

R: so if u can recall wht yu said ..I will just show you the fact that you have used your judgement ...so basically you r proving yourself a hypocrite...so dont say u dont judge...we all do.....

M: I donot understand why are you bringing the old stuff while talking to me R.....

R: ( In my mind.....Just to make you understand you r screwed reall bad in your head)....Well I used those as examples to make you understand that yes its you also who judges people...like you said you found you post R Boyfrd Mr. A very very disgusting....

M: Ok if you r terming that as judgement...wel then I do judge people in that aspect.

R: <<>> but any way you do judge rite

Nest is M and R was again on a healthy discussion when R asked M why she dosnt wants to marry a bengali guy..

M: I will remain spinster my whole life rather than marrying a bengali guy...(Shobhaa Dee where r u)

R: Ok what kind of guy appeal you...( to the fact shes short and have a chinese made nore) north indian guys might find yu appealing but they have this whole orthrodox affair of marriage with in caste and community

M: yeah thre are many...the fact that I am over confidant....

R: hell shes 27.....( well its ok but ny way maybe shes transformed into a beauty queen.....though it might not seems so from facebook)

R: But still wht type of guy u wanna marry...???

M: Some one charismatic and enterprising???

R....(smart girl) Wht do you mean by charismatic and enterprising....( well i have seen charismatic guys ..like very social and with leadership quality in official, social aspects really falter during emergencies and play blame game and all that...or brave guys chickening out when it comes to intigritry......)

R: So wht about charismatic and enterprising??/

M: Well "ee ma" havent you seen any guy like that???

Enough said enough done suddenly I had to break off this call and had to dig in with some official work....then M calls up/ I hang up/ she calls again....I said I am busy

So when I next call her...

M: I want to clear of certain aspects..basically whenever we talk we talk on those old stuff which dosnt matters to me....

R: (grand.....now s the time for making a big mess....asshole u always had to talk big....atleast by faking yu were able to talk to her and hear her voice...now it will be all messed up)

M: So R i wanna tell you that if you keep pulling the past........<<<<>>>

R: Hey why do you ppl think past dosnt have importance...Its is the present that becomes past and the future that becomes present and the unknow that becomes the future and learning from the past is necessary...

I always belive in forgive but dont forget...

M: Ok in that case as you cannot move up / aheadd in life I think ....

R: Whts moving on in Life....given to the fact that I felt emotionally drained after having one silly affain with you...Ok one thing why didnt you say that you wanted a casual relashioship....u made me waste my time and emotion....now I cannot conjour the same emotion for other girls i am with when i am in a relashio...So I want my 6 years back which I have wasted just because u were not serious. I fell like yu used me emotionally and drained me

M: Ohhh hooo!!! i used yu...As if u had porche...As if u were rich.... As if blah blah blah blah

<<>>>

M : U know R....U have one big problem...U ego is more sharper than u r nose...( Man some one compare my nose with anything is stupid)...SO when I left yu ..u could bean it ..and u were hurt in u r ego...and u couldnt let it go....<<>>

Hence she said she dosnt want me in her life ever ever ever again...................all I wanted to tell her that she herself was also judgemental like I am...

Learnings::::

If u r an asshole like me......do what I did....It will piss of a girl to the extend of saying filth doing and even fatally hurting yu

If u r not....then never ever say no to what u --even ex-girl frd say ,....like boss is always correct...girlfrd and ex-girlfrd are always correct.......

If u r a south indian...U have a good chance with miss M.....but @ the end she will marry a bengali...( No other race are better adpet to handle such hurricans)

If u are not me......She will be the sweetest person to yu ....

If yu r my frd......She will never ask yu about ny updates about me...( secrectly she will try to gather the info with some indirect question)

If u wanna just have sex with a girl and score a chick ......I donno wht u should do...

If u wanna marry a girl and have kids with her.....then dont do wht I did,,,..

P.S M called me few days from this incident @ 1: 38 in the night and started crying saying if she has made a mistake and wasted her 5 years

P.S R has a fatal attraction towards M.....M has a fater attraction towards Mr. Enterprise

P.S R repents after every call he makes....M repents after every phone call she receives

P.S R is sorry for what R said to M....tried to keep it in good spirit

P.S M needs some ice when she talks to R

P.S....I need to get out of this vecious circle of M