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, October 8, 2010
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...
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...
[ 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"
" 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...
Thursday, May 20, 2010
SMILE PLEASE...
" Lambi Judaai, Char dinaunda, pyar o rabba badi lambi judaai"
At least a dozen of my friends would identify the person attached to this song. I guess they also remember the person when the listen to this song. Some relationships in this world are already made when you are born. And some relationships you make when you grow up. You choose your own friends, and friends have classifications also; school friends, college friends, online friends, facebook friends, colleague turned friends blah blah... among them there are some people who come very close to you. The closest among them becomes your partner [ girlfriend or boyfriend ] but there are others who are also equally close to you. They become more like your brother or sister, and some best friends who are the soul friends. Unlike a typical Bong boy, I have made umpteen sisters in my 27 years of lifetime... and most of them said that I am a great brother material [ once my girlfriend also thought so]... In 27 years I have gathered at least 127 rakhis [ among those 20 came from my cousin sisters]. And I guess every year I was the most sought after brother in all my educational institutions [ What was it? my non existent jawline? my never bulging biceps? My non-macho personality? I never could figure out] and I enjoyed every bit of the attention. Among all the sisters I made over the years, there are actually three sisters whom I really treasure... Lambi Judai reminds me of my this sister, the cutest person on earth, owner of the most beautiful smile, and the most melodious voice among the people I know... Indira, the prettiest girl in whole Imphal.
Indira was my junior in my post graduation college, and her claim to fame was her voice. On her first teacher's day, the whole college clapped for her when she sang Jaanam Samjha Karo. That's my first memory of her, and after that a dispute in a management class over her north east Indian accent. That's what I remember of her during my college days. But I recognised the real Indira, when she got a job in my company in Mumbai. During her initial days in Mumbai, she used to find it pretty hard to communicate with the people around. But with her famous 'Kya keh rahe ho' she won everyone's heart very soon and in three months she had learned the art of survival in Mumbai.
That's when Indira came close to me. She always respected me & loved me like a big brother and always came to me whenever any advice needed and I guess I tried my best to live upto her expectations. [Wait... am I losing the plot here? where's the song connection Vic? Oh yes... ]. Once we were working at the edit suite and one of the editors was asking her to sing a song, I also insisted as I hadn't heard her since that teacher's day. And she started this song... " Bichhde abhi to ham bas kal parson... Jioongi main kaise, is haal mein barson" It just blown me away. Never heard anything so sweet, so melodious, so content... She truly deserved a gentle pull on her plump cheeks, and I did exactly that. Since then whenever there's been a get together at my house, I made sure Indira sings this song. Every time before singing she did hazar nakhras and atlast when she sang people had the same feeling like me. The irony of life is now she's not in Mumbai and every Sunday I miss her [ every sunday she used to some to my place for home cooked food], her Manipuri style potato chicken, her shampoo ad [ she has such silky & straight hair that she used to demonstrate it like a shampoo ad], the soan papdis and mostly the gossips.
Indira was a sister and a good friend till she did something which brought her much closer to my heart. Victor, in his 27 years has never been so surprised as he was on 6th August 2009 at 7:30 am. The bell rang and to my ultimate surprise I found Indie standing there with a rakhi. I didnt even know that it was rakhi and she came in the morning without eating anything as she knew that sisters should eat after tying rakhi. For heavens sake... I must've born with the luck of a lifetime to experience this... That was my best rakhi ever... will always be till she does something else to surprise me. With Indie I can always expect a surprise...
Indie... I know that u already know, but still felt like saying it... Whenever in life you need me, I'm there for you. Miss you dear sis... miss u a lot...
At least a dozen of my friends would identify the person attached to this song. I guess they also remember the person when the listen to this song. Some relationships in this world are already made when you are born. And some relationships you make when you grow up. You choose your own friends, and friends have classifications also; school friends, college friends, online friends, facebook friends, colleague turned friends blah blah... among them there are some people who come very close to you. The closest among them becomes your partner [ girlfriend or boyfriend ] but there are others who are also equally close to you. They become more like your brother or sister, and some best friends who are the soul friends. Unlike a typical Bong boy, I have made umpteen sisters in my 27 years of lifetime... and most of them said that I am a great brother material [ once my girlfriend also thought so]... In 27 years I have gathered at least 127 rakhis [ among those 20 came from my cousin sisters]. And I guess every year I was the most sought after brother in all my educational institutions [ What was it? my non existent jawline? my never bulging biceps? My non-macho personality? I never could figure out] and I enjoyed every bit of the attention. Among all the sisters I made over the years, there are actually three sisters whom I really treasure... Lambi Judai reminds me of my this sister, the cutest person on earth, owner of the most beautiful smile, and the most melodious voice among the people I know... Indira, the prettiest girl in whole Imphal.
That's when Indira came close to me. She always respected me & loved me like a big brother and always came to me whenever any advice needed and I guess I tried my best to live upto her expectations. [Wait... am I losing the plot here? where's the song connection Vic? Oh yes... ]. Once we were working at the edit suite and one of the editors was asking her to sing a song, I also insisted as I hadn't heard her since that teacher's day. And she started this song... " Bichhde abhi to ham bas kal parson... Jioongi main kaise, is haal mein barson" It just blown me away. Never heard anything so sweet, so melodious, so content... She truly deserved a gentle pull on her plump cheeks, and I did exactly that. Since then whenever there's been a get together at my house, I made sure Indira sings this song. Every time before singing she did hazar nakhras and atlast when she sang people had the same feeling like me. The irony of life is now she's not in Mumbai and every Sunday I miss her [ every sunday she used to some to my place for home cooked food], her Manipuri style potato chicken, her shampoo ad [ she has such silky & straight hair that she used to demonstrate it like a shampoo ad], the soan papdis and mostly the gossips.
Indira was a sister and a good friend till she did something which brought her much closer to my heart. Victor, in his 27 years has never been so surprised as he was on 6th August 2009 at 7:30 am. The bell rang and to my ultimate surprise I found Indie standing there with a rakhi. I didnt even know that it was rakhi and she came in the morning without eating anything as she knew that sisters should eat after tying rakhi. For heavens sake... I must've born with the luck of a lifetime to experience this... That was my best rakhi ever... will always be till she does something else to surprise me. With Indie I can always expect a surprise...
Indie... I know that u already know, but still felt like saying it... Whenever in life you need me, I'm there for you. Miss you dear sis... miss u a lot...
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
DUTTA IN DARJEELING
Anjan Dutta is known as a good parallel filmmaker in the country. But much before I could understand his films, I got addicted to his music. Anjan's songs are mostly a mix of country & acoustic and there are clear impressions of Dylan & Denver in his songs. But there's some kind of secret melody in his songs which are made clear by his unique voice and and the sweet guitar tune. It's very easy to identify his songs because of these characteristics.
Anjan's songs were a craze among the teenagers and some of his tracks were superhit amongst the college students also. The song which I'm gonna talk about is called 'Darjeeling'. It's about a kid's memory of Darjeeling in his childhood. I strongly believe the song has something to do with Anjan's childhood in Darjeeling. And this song reminds my of Sutirtha, one of my very good school friend.
Sutirtha came to our school when we were at class six. From the first day itself, he left no stones unturned to prove the fact that he is good singer. indeed he was, but the problem was the way he used to vary his voice in between a line [ And he still does]. After sometime it used to get on our nerves, [and it still does], but somehow all the pretty girls from other schools who used to take tuitions with us, used to find his voice very sexy, and the annoying part of it was Sutirtha was actually a handsome guy [ He is not even close now, the beer belly did the trick], and because of that girls were easily attracted to him. The song which he used to sing the best was 'Kanchan', I remember whenever there used to be a get together, he always used to sing Kanchan. But I would always remember him through 'Darjeeling'.
We used to take tuitions of Biology from our school teacher S.D.Pal. For some reason Sutirtha was his favourite student [ a little bird says, more than that], and we always used to tease him for that. After our class XII exams, we made a trip to Gangtok & Darjeeling with all our batchmates and sir organised the tour. It was one of my best tours as I bought many electronics goods on that trip. Whenever we used to travel through hilly roads all of us used to sing songs to pass time. And Sutirtha used to sing the most songs. Once when we were travelling from a very narrow road, Sutirtha started singing Darjeeling " Chater dharer railingta [ the railing near the roof] and in the second line he started the variation, and all of us looked at each other [with that thought, it started again], and he continued doing that. On the second stanza, it just became un bearable. Firstly it was cold and we were anyway shivering, secondly it was a very bad road and it had sharp turns, so the turns in his voice were scary at times. And then miracle happened... he was singing at the top of his voice and the driver of our car was taking a turn and suddenly he stopped... He looked at us and said please dont sing till I cross the sharp turns. Sutirtha was about to sing the third stanza and Poor driver even he couldn't concentrate....[ smileys]...
From that day, the song Darjeeling always reminded me of Sutirtha. It's been long since I've left Baruipur but Sutirtha is always there whenever I think about my school friends. Actually Sutirtha has been a friend with whom my friendship has grown over the years. And now if I look back at my school days I only find five good friends among whom Sutirtha is one of the best. This March when I went back home I met him after a long time with three of my other friends, we chatted over a drink and I found out he is still the same, nothing has changed in him [ other than the weight and the size], not even the variations. But this time when he was singing, it felt like heaven, as if I was missing those variations for so long. We switched of the lights and were listening to those songs and I realised, I actually missed Sutirtha in my subconscious mind. Back in school those variations seemed like just add ons to his songs which could have been easily done away with. But now I understand, the variations are the soul of Sutirtha, those were his improvisations [ sometimes went wrong, but who cares??]. Now I'm proud of my friend's voice, I'm proud that he is still the same, he maintained his originality.
Even when I'm writing the blog I got a call from him, he was sitting with some other friends and was missing me. He's planning a trip where us friends can go for some days and chill out with loads of drinks and a little bit of nostalgia. Well that's when I miss my home, being in Mumbai I can't meet my school friends often, but I make sure when I meet them, I make it an unforgettable affair. After all that's life all about, and that's why friends are there to be with you. I'm really lucky to have a friend like Sutirtha....
Anjan's songs were a craze among the teenagers and some of his tracks were superhit amongst the college students also. The song which I'm gonna talk about is called 'Darjeeling'. It's about a kid's memory of Darjeeling in his childhood. I strongly believe the song has something to do with Anjan's childhood in Darjeeling. And this song reminds my of Sutirtha, one of my very good school friend.
We used to take tuitions of Biology from our school teacher S.D.Pal. For some reason Sutirtha was his favourite student [ a little bird says, more than that], and we always used to tease him for that. After our class XII exams, we made a trip to Gangtok & Darjeeling with all our batchmates and sir organised the tour. It was one of my best tours as I bought many electronics goods on that trip. Whenever we used to travel through hilly roads all of us used to sing songs to pass time. And Sutirtha used to sing the most songs. Once when we were travelling from a very narrow road, Sutirtha started singing Darjeeling " Chater dharer railingta [ the railing near the roof] and in the second line he started the variation, and all of us looked at each other [with that thought, it started again], and he continued doing that. On the second stanza, it just became un bearable. Firstly it was cold and we were anyway shivering, secondly it was a very bad road and it had sharp turns, so the turns in his voice were scary at times. And then miracle happened... he was singing at the top of his voice and the driver of our car was taking a turn and suddenly he stopped... He looked at us and said please dont sing till I cross the sharp turns. Sutirtha was about to sing the third stanza and Poor driver even he couldn't concentrate....[ smileys]...
From that day, the song Darjeeling always reminded me of Sutirtha. It's been long since I've left Baruipur but Sutirtha is always there whenever I think about my school friends. Actually Sutirtha has been a friend with whom my friendship has grown over the years. And now if I look back at my school days I only find five good friends among whom Sutirtha is one of the best. This March when I went back home I met him after a long time with three of my other friends, we chatted over a drink and I found out he is still the same, nothing has changed in him [ other than the weight and the size], not even the variations. But this time when he was singing, it felt like heaven, as if I was missing those variations for so long. We switched of the lights and were listening to those songs and I realised, I actually missed Sutirtha in my subconscious mind. Back in school those variations seemed like just add ons to his songs which could have been easily done away with. But now I understand, the variations are the soul of Sutirtha, those were his improvisations [ sometimes went wrong, but who cares??]. Now I'm proud of my friend's voice, I'm proud that he is still the same, he maintained his originality.
Even when I'm writing the blog I got a call from him, he was sitting with some other friends and was missing me. He's planning a trip where us friends can go for some days and chill out with loads of drinks and a little bit of nostalgia. Well that's when I miss my home, being in Mumbai I can't meet my school friends often, but I make sure when I meet them, I make it an unforgettable affair. After all that's life all about, and that's why friends are there to be with you. I'm really lucky to have a friend like Sutirtha....
Saturday, February 20, 2010
My favorite bag : Binny-bag
"Sama hai suhana suhana, nashe mein jahan hai
kisiko kisiki, khabar hi kahan hai..."I've always been a great fan of kishore kumar. Actually I grew up on Kishore Kumar and Hemant Kumar. Mostly because of my dad, but also because of the puja pandals, which used to play only kishore during my childhood. Somehow, how i used to love the sad part of Kishoreda's voice. It was different and unique. It seemed all his grief and all his sorrow is stuck in that voice. Later on when I was in class nine or so, I tried to listen easy songs by Kishoreda. Tried to move away of the 'Chingari koi Bhadke' or the ' Mere naina Saawan Bhadon' and bought an album HMV ke anmol ratan vol 4. And the first track was Sama hai Suhana Suhana. Instantly it got me into a trance [ though I hardly understood the meaning of getting into trance that time, neither do I understand now], and I kept on thinking about the song for two days, especially two lines from the song ''dekho yeh dil ki ajab daastaan hai, nazar bolti hai, dil bezubaan hai.".
Surprisingly In my 27 years of lifetime, i have seen many Kishore voicealikes. But none among them sings this song in any performance, and more surprisingly none of them even mentions this song in their top 10 kishore songs. 12 years had passed after I heard the song for the first time and I didnt come across anyone who likes this song other than me. But then i found someone..
Sometime in August 2008, I was sitting at our fiflth floor office room of Imagine Showbiz. It was six o clock in the evening, and as ususal I had less work. So I thought of listening to some music and i put this song on. In the antara some female voice from my left side said " oi volume kar na thoda". I increased the volume. The song got over and to my utter surprise the voice said " please play it again noh, I love the song". I had to turn to my left and it was Binny... Binny Kapadia... the cutest Gujarati girl I've ever seen.
Time flew by and Binny became one of the very good friends in office. And then the song incident happened. this song also made binny a very special friend. There are so many memories those are attached to Binny. From sharing her aunty's gujarati dabba, to rinku aunty's dabba, from retake to breaking bollywood [Dont worry Binny bag, we will break the bollywood, very soon], her new hairstyle [which was awesome, if you ask me], her excitement about the South Africa trip, From planning to go to Acid factory, to actually going and watching Holmes, from carter road coffe day chat to those auto rides [from neelam food mart to oshiwara generally]. But the best memory was the night Ruhi got married. Binny came to the party a little late, and i was meeting her after eight months or so. She was looking very pretty, and we spoke for a long time. All of us danced on the party songs and after that she had to rush for some birthday party. I also had to leave early, so both of us went to have food, and when we were speaking while having dinner, I noticed something, her eyes. It's the same as the song says. " nazar bolti hai, dil bezubaan hai", very dense, very expressive. That's maybe the reason why she likes the song. And while leaving she gave me one of the best compliments of my life. That was the most memorable moment with Binny.
And that day onwards, wherever I listen to the song, I remember Binny, Some days back when we were returning from office together, I told her about this blog, and told her about the song. Well Binnybag... this song is only for you...
P.S: sorry for taking the pic from ur facebook, dint have a solo picture of u :)
Monday, January 25, 2010
You are on a pretty long holiday, my friend...
" Let me take you far away, you'd like a holiday" - Holiday, Scorpions
My introduction to Scorpions was merely coincidental.My first year in college and I got exposed to bangla rock very soon [ That was the golden age of bengali rock]. And while enjoying the Bengali rockers, i wanted to increase my rock knowledge by listening to english alternative and hard rock. Though our class was very much culturally inclined, among the 43 people only one used to know to play guitar. That was Piku...Abhinandan Ghosh. All of 5 feet 2, piku was a powerhouse of enthusiasm. He is the one who had given me the audio cassette called 'Best of Scorpions', and he had specifically mentioned about the song 'Holiday'. The song is 11 minutes long and the prelude itself is about 3 minutes. A masterpiece in its own right, 'Holiday' takes you to the peak of escapism and then suddenly brings you back with a ray of hope. The song took no time to be one of my favorites, and so did Piku...This song is always for you my friend...
Piku used to be with me in almost everything that I did in college, Be it playing battleship sitting at the last row in UB sir's class, or visiting chandni chowk after college hours and eating beef biryani in A K Alam restaurant. Watching a movie in the Rs. 15 balcony of New Empire, or tryin to prove his fast bowling skills in Harish Mukherjee park, piku was the best companion anyone could get. The best thing about Piku was, he was always there whenever any of our other friends needed him. For Kingshuk, he was the younger brother, for Philomel, he was the best friend, for Souvik, he was the philosopher and guide, for me... I was just lucky to have met someone like him, in the first day of our college.
Coming from a small village, studying in kolkata, was a big thing. Moreover, i was studying English literature, without proper spoken english skills. Piku understood that in the first day itself, and he put forward his helping hand at the first meeting itself. Time flew by, Piku came home sometimes. Be it playing cricket or the food my mom used to make, he thoroughly enjoyed it. After college life he went to Chennai, and me Bangalore. Then also whenever both of us are in Kolkata, he made it a point to meet me, either over dinner at scoops,
esplanade; or a quick bite in KFC lindsay street.
From college days, piku wanted a girl in his life badly, tried his luck many times, never suceeded though. The last chat I had with him, standing near Rabindra Sadan metro station,; that he wanted to get married by december 2010.That was January 2009, we went to buy Kingshuk's wedding gift together, we were waiting for Philo and planning his marriage. Little did I know, that would be my last meeting with him. He passed away in May 2009, following a road accident. I didn't believe it, I still dont believe it, I am scared to go to Kolkata now. Every place in Kolkata will remind me of piku. His presence lingers in my everyday life, be it the first number in my mobile phonebook, or the first name in my facebook friend list. Still at nights when I check my orkut profile, I open his scrapbook and try to write something, try to talk to him, but my wet eyes never let me do that.
Piku... wherever you are, I am sure you are happy and enjoying the holiday, i will come someday to spend the holiday with you. I owe you a packet of Davidoff cigarettes, will give you once we meet. Miss you a lot bro...
My introduction to Scorpions was merely coincidental.My first year in college and I got exposed to bangla rock very soon [ That was the golden age of bengali rock]. And while enjoying the Bengali rockers, i wanted to increase my rock knowledge by listening to english alternative and hard rock. Though our class was very much culturally inclined, among the 43 people only one used to know to play guitar. That was Piku...Abhinandan Ghosh. All of 5 feet 2, piku was a powerhouse of enthusiasm. He is the one who had given me the audio cassette called 'Best of Scorpions', and he had specifically mentioned about the song 'Holiday'. The song is 11 minutes long and the prelude itself is about 3 minutes. A masterpiece in its own right, 'Holiday' takes you to the peak of escapism and then suddenly brings you back with a ray of hope. The song took no time to be one of my favorites, and so did Piku...This song is always for you my friend...
Piku used to be with me in almost everything that I did in college, Be it playing battleship sitting at the last row in UB sir's class, or visiting chandni chowk after college hours and eating beef biryani in A K Alam restaurant. Watching a movie in the Rs. 15 balcony of New Empire, or tryin to prove his fast bowling skills in Harish Mukherjee park, piku was the best companion anyone could get. The best thing about Piku was, he was always there whenever any of our other friends needed him. For Kingshuk, he was the younger brother, for Philomel, he was the best friend, for Souvik, he was the philosopher and guide, for me... I was just lucky to have met someone like him, in the first day of our college.
Coming from a small village, studying in kolkata, was a big thing. Moreover, i was studying English literature, without proper spoken english skills. Piku understood that in the first day itself, and he put forward his helping hand at the first meeting itself. Time flew by, Piku came home sometimes. Be it playing cricket or the food my mom used to make, he thoroughly enjoyed it. After college life he went to Chennai, and me Bangalore. Then also whenever both of us are in Kolkata, he made it a point to meet me, either over dinner at scoops, esplanade; or a quick bite in KFC lindsay street.
From college days, piku wanted a girl in his life badly, tried his luck many times, never suceeded though. The last chat I had with him, standing near Rabindra Sadan metro station,; that he wanted to get married by december 2010.That was January 2009, we went to buy Kingshuk's wedding gift together, we were waiting for Philo and planning his marriage. Little did I know, that would be my last meeting with him. He passed away in May 2009, following a road accident. I didn't believe it, I still dont believe it, I am scared to go to Kolkata now. Every place in Kolkata will remind me of piku. His presence lingers in my everyday life, be it the first number in my mobile phonebook, or the first name in my facebook friend list. Still at nights when I check my orkut profile, I open his scrapbook and try to write something, try to talk to him, but my wet eyes never let me do that.
Piku... wherever you are, I am sure you are happy and enjoying the holiday, i will come someday to spend the holiday with you. I owe you a packet of Davidoff cigarettes, will give you once we meet. Miss you a lot bro...
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