Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Station Stories

Railway Station... The small village where I come from, railway station has always played a major role in everything. Any occasion in anyone's house, people would be waiting at railway stations to either receive people or to see them off. Anyone visiting their relatives at Kolkata, station is where they wait. From going to office/school/college daily to returning home every weekend, station has always been the most important factor in all the citizens of the small village in South Bengal. 

Everything revolved around the station. Market, school, bank, temple, factories everything. It was always full of color, full of life and full of different kind of smells. As someone who has spent 21 years in that small village, I loved the station. I loved the expressions n people's face while they are waiting for the train (the time gap between two trains was at least an hour), loved the conversations that used to happen between two individuals or among a group, the love stories that happened on it, the fights that happened over game of cards, the un-hygenic food that we used to get or the district famous icecream soda water (Gopir Jol), I was in complete awe with the place.

I used to write for a wall magazine which used to hang on one of the pillars of the station. When I was a kid, I used to read the stories on every issue of the wall magazine every day, and wait till the editor changed it every fortnight. They day they asked me to write for it, it was the world for me. I eventually became the editor of it in a couple of years and while I was at helm, the station authorities asked us to get rid of it as they were renovating the platforms. Felt very sad that day.

The station was a place for various love stories. Many couples met on the station and later on got married. I had two romantic improvements myself while waiting at the station. Every Saturday morning I used to take a train at 5:40 am to go to Baruipur, the nearest town for my English tuition. And there was this girl, blue dopey eyes, long hair, sharp nose. I was attracted towards her and so was she. Though my tuition was at 7:30, I used to catch this train, just to spend that one hour extra with her. Fun days those were, last I met her also was on the station itself, seven years ago, married and pregnant. It was me who broke her heart, was a kid then, couldn't understand the priorities in life, couldn't find the difference between good and bad. Now when I look back, I realize, she loved me... a lot. I never understood the depth...




The station also was responsible for one of the biggest accidents that I could've had. That was one of the many near-death experiences I had. It was 5 am in the morning on a Wednesday in July 2001. I was late for the train and while running towards the station I realized, that if I miss the train, I will be late for the district selection match. So I ran faster, and the moment I reached the station, the train started moving, I somehow put my kitbag inside, put one leg on the foot board and almost put the other and then my other leg slipped on the platform which was wet because of the previous night's rain. The train took pace and I was dragging my that leg somehow; I could see the station's coming at an end and if I don't pull my leg up, I wont be able to keep balance and might come under the wheels. So as last resort, I put pressure on my dragging leg, which was bleeding by then and pulled myself up at the last minute. By the way, I scored a half century that day and took two wickets and quite deservingly got selected in the U-19 team.


Station is still the important factor when I go back home to my small village nowadays. Its still the most comfortable and fast way to communicate to Kolkata. I still go there at times to see the facial expressions of people, or to have the best ice cream soda manufactured at our village, or to have the egg puffed rice that we get on the platform. But somehow now I cant connect with the station anymore, blame it on my staying apart for long or the clean and polished and well built thing that it has become. I don't get the same smell that I used to get, I dont get the comfort anymore. Now it's like any other station, and damn, I miss it :( . 


To add a little bit of  Joe Walsh onto it. 

"I was standin' at the station
Out at the end of the line
Feelin' mad, just a bit impatient
And I wish that you would make up my mind
Yes I was out there on the platform
Pay phone keeps eatin' my dimes
And I still don't have an answer
And the train's leavin' right on time
I'm fallin' down

I'm fallin' down
Standin' at the station
Won the battle
Here I am, standin' at the station
Like a gen'ral just relieved of command
I'm fallin' down
I'm fallin' down"





Monday, November 7, 2011

LOVE/DRUG

Love is a drug
the more u take u enjoy it
a tiny kiss or a little hug
makes you feel there’s nothing above it

Love is a bird
Above the earth it flies
It creates a rage, if put in a cage
Like everything else in this world, it dies.

Love is a road
Farther u go, u know it well
One sharp turn and it will burn
and the heart will start to swell.

Love is  a game
It’s trust, not points that you earn
Cats and mice, rolling the dice 
The more you play, you learn

Love isn’t black,nor is it white
It can never be wrong and still never right.

Love is divine, love is a sin
It’s a war, which you can never win...

Friday, October 8, 2010

I Like It Anyway

Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Some like it brave
Some like it bold

Some like it black 
Some like it white
Some like it dark
Some like it bright

Some like it wet
Some like it dry
Some like to laugh
Some like to cry

Some like it baked
Some like it fried
Some like quiet sea
Some like high tide


Some like it soft
Some like it hard
Some like it clear
Some like it blurred

Some like it sharp
Some like it blunt
Some like it iced
Some like it burnt


I like it blue
I like it glad
I like it anyway
I like it bad

Friday, September 17, 2010

Coming back to life again

I start to feel like an albatross
when sea breeze blows beneath my winds again...
I've found everything, but I'm lost
I lose my conscience when i try to gain
If there's someone around, someone with me then...
I'll be coming back to life again

All around the day, I used to fly
There was no purpose or no reason behind
I never asked what when where or why
I always tried to control my mind
If there's someone beside, someone with me then
I'll be coming back to life again

Thursday, September 16, 2010

STAY WITH ME

5 years back, when I was in my post-graduation college, i had formed a band with my two friends, Noyon Jyoti Parasara & Avinash Borooah, We used to call ourselves 'The Mantra' [ Dunno where we had got this name from]; Avinash knew how to play the guitar, I was as usually the jack of all trades and Noyon was there for vocals [ and off course moral support]. When we first thought about the band, we didnt have any instruments. Then we borrowed Samyukta's guitar, and made the college buy a guitar for us [ The money came from the fines we paid that month]. The guitar was a beauty though, a Hobner Jumbo [ I'm still not sure where it went after we left college]. We actually had started practising seriously [ Except Noyon, he was never serious in anything, until now].


Well that left only Avinash and I. I used to write songs and he used to give music to those. Since we were roommates, we had the liberty to get the guitar home and practice. We wrote many songs during that period... Songs about love, about friendship, parodies, fusions, everything... One song which always will be close to my heart is a song called "STAY WITH ME".


I wrote this song on a day, when my then best friend trusted someone else instead of me, the idea of friendship had just crash landed infront of me. I came back home, stood under the shower for 40 minutes, came out and penned this down... There's been many times I wanted to make this into a song, but couldnt... Though now this song might sound very generic but yes, I want to share this now with everyone...


The sky is so blue today
Just let me roam, don't call me
The colors which are bright in your eyes
Don't cry it off, let it be
Just call me friend, be my friend
At every step, be with me
Stay with me...

There are no titles or no trends
Who cares about stupid blood and gene
Time always stops within true friends
Friendship is truly evergreen
There is no end, so be my friend
Day or night, be with me
Stay with me...
 

 

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

THE CURIOUS CASE OF A SHOW OFF

For once I want to be Hiccup
For once I want to fly
To touch the clouds and taste the rain
To float like a feather in the sky

For once I want to be Harry Potter
For once I want to learn a spell
To fight some earthly muggles
For whom the earth is hell

For once I want to be Tyler Durden
For once I want to fight
My shortcomings, whatever I lack
To get my innerself right

For once I want to be Sam Gamjee
For once I want to defend
Let the world break into two
I want to be there for my friend

For once I want to be Jack Sparrow
For once I want to go insane
To find a way to pay all my debts
To find a world without pain

For once I want to be Matt Parkman
For once to hear my thoughts
To find out how many straight lines are there
How many squares, circles, how many dots

For once I want to be Dexter Morgan
For once a life without emotions
two lives, true lies, darkness and despair
Donuts, beers and job based on notions

For once I want to be Tony stark
For once I want to feel the power
The money, the girls, all the gadgets of the world
But the hearts not there, it can stop any hour

For once I want to be Andy Dufresne
For once to feel the power of  hope & patience
To rise against all odds, to think big and bigger
To feel the freedom in dark when it rains

But for this  life I am a person with
one life, two souls and three wishes
four friends, five possesions, six virtues
63 hours without sleep, couldnt do anything to my seven senses
30000 comic books, more than a lakh songs
experience of seven lives to stay in the game
My name is Victor Mukherjee
and I'm sure you've heard the name....

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Foreign Star

" Amar Bhindeshi Tara, Eka rater akashe, tumi bajale ektara, amar chilekothar pashe"


[ My foreign star, alone in the night sky, you played the one stringed instrument, besides my attic]

This song reminds me of no human being... but a feeling of someone, an unknown entity. Someone in my imagination, some one who is there with me from very long... There is a big chance that it is actually my alter ego, it can also be my guiding star, the devil in my mind or the angel in my heart. The song always take me back to a sense of nothingness, especially when it's dusk, the song says


" Just before the dusk, someone calls you by your name, whom do you tell your story, hiding in someone's heart"


There are many incidents in life where I've heard this song just by chance, and I went on listening to it. Surprisingly all the times I was having a mood swing and the song helped me get it right back. And the mediums of playing were different... as if the song is made to cool me down. Another coincidence was, every time it was late at night when the song played. I think it wanted to be true to the lyrics


" My night watching star, u stay somewhere else, My face looks scared, I am actually a novish"

Some months ago, after a very hard days work, when I came back home, I had this un- satisfactory feeling inside me. And i thought,  the feeling will go if I go for a night drive. Generally driving at night on Mumbai Roads are really fun, but that day, I was not feeling the fun, the joy that I generally get after driving, and as a result I became more sad, and was in a very irritating mood. I cut the journey short and came back, and as soon as I parked the car, before I could switch of the AC, through my car stereo  these lines came.


My kite which has seen the sky, some dares and some lies, 
Cover my eyes and give me light, give me a cold shelter
You are as good as my mother, I feel very lonely


Around a month ago I had a serious fight with one of my very good friend. I am generally a peace loving person, but this situation was something different. I was in a very sad mood and i was sitting infront of my laptop and started my itunes. Some songs were playing randomly which I never bothered to listen properly. I opened facebook and was going through the pictures and I stopped at a picture where me and my that friend are together, I felt very sad & the Itunes guessed my mood right, within 30 seconds I could listen.


" My naughty star, you never listen to me,what's the hurry? please cross the road carefully."

 And if that's not enough, the biggest Deja Vu happened two days back. Before leaving for office I got a call from my mom. She said one of my old students had commited suicide as he got just 15 marks less than a first class degree in his 10th exam. As his teachers looked down upon him he decided to jump infront of a train. Though I am infamous in my surrounding for lacking human emotions, this news really made me feel bad for that poor guy. I sat in the rickshaw and to let go off his thought, I turned my ipod on, put the headphones on, and as soon as i pressed the 'shuffle songs' option, all I got to listen was...

"Dust can't touch you, but I am no rich man,
If you touch my skin and feel the water with your both hands
In the night of grief, please come as sleep in my eyes"

Now i am sure about the connect with this song. it wont let me be sad, it will always help me find solace whenever I am down. This song by Chandrabindoo will never let me feel alone. It will give me new hope, new beginning, new way. No matter what the situation is, no matter however sorrow is there in my life, I know I could always fall back on this song, I could always listen to...


" My nocturnal star, my house is touching the sky,but I cant touch you, I really feel alone...