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Remembering Soumen, a dear friend

The last time we spoke, i remember myself taunting him showing a ‘L’ shaped gesture as i rushed to catch up my bus for hyderabad. he was really good at it, coming up with some poor jokes or flop shows, which we termed as ‘L’ aka Labodh. a few days later, when i was celebrating the diwali with a few pegs of rum at my residence in hyderabad, i was told that his body was lying somewhere in goa…

and today, he is exactly three years away from us, probably awaiting for a judgement at the kingdom of heaven. who cared? and who remembers?
we almost forgot because he doesnt bother to drop a fewlines any more; beacuse he ceased to exist in the present. but that’s the rule and i am too insignificant to challenge the almighty nature. we, the living ones, are too busy to forget things that dont have a mortal impact on our lives. but the irony is, we all will end up lying in that category someday!

so, what if i paused for a while to dig up the memories? nothing better will happen, i know. it’s easy to come up with a few lines that wud remind us of a guy called soumen. but this is not an obituary with some stone-hearted ‘1976 – 2003’ label. right? and i am not gonna tell you about him either. i know, he’s still remembered by a few. the guy who re-phrased his much known nick-name as ‘original juto’, was claimed by a merciless god, who loves to remind us that he ultimately runs the puppet show on his terms..

i remember soumen flashing his smiles all the time, sometimes like a fool running a ‘hee hee’ show.. but that’s how he was; a big hearted small guy who was always there when one needed.

but why i am writing all these? i am not too sure. to find sanctuary by venting out the sorrow of losing such a dear friend or encrypting a rememberance?? perhaps the both. my dear fren, you will always be there with us, we miss you a lot.


October 24, 2006 at 11:50 am Leave a comment

a happy deepavali…

design by sameer
the office declared a ‘traditional day’ today on the eve of deepavali. the rule was represent your region with ethnic wears. i was asked to be a ‘babuMoshai’, but refused to entertain that since i feared about mishandling the ‘dhoti’ despite several years of experience in wearing that stuff! narendrapur days, i mean. so, i managed to do away with the printed kurta and jeans, and subsequently booed for not taking up the challenge. but that’s OK than looking extremely funny with knocha mara dhuti! but it was great fun watching people wear turbans, marathi warrior style wears, south indian lungi etc. had a good time…

doye, balle balle
the gr8 maratha warrior

October 20, 2006 at 10:41 pm 1 comment

..and i miss all the FUN

You never know how you start missing ‘things’. and with Diwali round the corner, i have suddenly started missing those silliest things we used to do during my bangalore days. life here in pune has become so dull. office-home-office. that’s the fool’s cycle i’m IN. the list just goes on – those ‘n’ number of coffees at iisc, endless chats over weekend, sudden intrusions on the married guys for a lunch, midnight ramblings, freaking on beers at purple haze in the backdrop of some delectable rock music, jumbo rolls at fanoosh, mutton biriyani at race-course on derby days… all those shits.

A small video here, shot last year in pradipta’s room at IISC hostel.

After a free-flowing booze party, my fellow buddies hatched a conspiracy to give some thrashing to one poor soul! poor gokul, i mean. LOL. couldnt help a bit. size really does matter! see for urself… 🙂

Hunters and the hunted! 🙂

October 19, 2006 at 12:42 am 1 comment

Yaarana (Frenship and Life)…

A couple of videos made by the Design students of IIT kanpur; on fren’ship and life at IIT. nicely done, i must say. buddy anindya was one among those behind the scene guys..kudos! remind me of the hostel days so much..feeling nostalgic.

October 18, 2006 at 6:58 pm 4 comments

the 12 Sigma…

Is this generation of aggressive, high-risk individuals becoming more and more vulnerable to the demon named breakUp? does definition of LOVE change the moment two individuals tie the knot?

eventually the reality bites trigger a decline in tolerance. not far from the sight then is the END of road. scares me. As online matrimonies raise their stakes in the cupid scenario, the hurly-burly process of profile picture> chat> skype> marriage is getting increasingly popular. but does the gamble really pay-off? most often, it’s not, i have seen. i know quite a few who took the exit doors within a few years of marriage. but what about these people who see each other for years before marriage, but call it QUIT after trying things hands ON?

just a few hours ago i got a call from a close buddy,

“A, it’s OVER. [sigh, deep breadth] finally and legally. planning to go for an wild outing, that will help. ki bolis? coming yaar? naa naa astei hobe!! … u dont know what i went thru…”


October 7, 2006 at 1:02 am 1 comment

navratri, durga puja – day three

desperate to trash the loneliness at this festival environment, packed my bag and shot off for a trek at lonavala. took an early train to reach the place from pune. it was a random decision, which turned out to be a breather. not many times i choose to go out for a trek alone. but then this was a different time altogether. walked up the hills for an hour. beautiful weather, and some light drizzles. felt so happy out there, lonely amidst the greens and downstreams. peace. promised my fren to spend the afternoon at mumbai. so, after a few hours started heading for the expressway. was fortunate to catch a bus on the way and reached mumbai in the late afternoon. met uncle and aunty after a long time since we left school a good 12 yrs back.

thought of catching the puja actions in mubai in the evening. picked up DD and devarati from sivaji park and visited a few well-known puja joints. the atmosphere in RK Mission puja on Khar Road was the one that i liked most while the rest had all the commercial glitterings and buzzings. here are some of the pictures that i managed to capture thru my phone camera. forgot to take the batteries and my digiCam was of no use. 🙂 that’s the result one pays for making a sudden plan, i guess!! (more…)

October 1, 2006 at 11:49 pm 1 comment

navratri, durga puja – day two

woke up listening to the rain-drops. there’s this smell so familiar. but i cant remember. a blank inside. and then i remember, it’s Saptami. went to the balcony to feel the cold wind blowing over my face. my mind races back to the sound of those crowded pandals, dhaker awaz, the chants. but here i am, at pune, far far away from all that happenings. and i stared away at the hills distance away, watching the rain, the patch of garden at the backyard, fluttering of birds, smell of flowers – the nature soothed the pain. Felt better. Subho Saptami.

— shot with samsung hi8 digicam —

September 30, 2006 at 12:27 am 1 comment

navratri, durga puja – day one

The much awaited dussera (navratri)festival begins.. and already missing the puja at kolkata. it’s been ages since i was there during the pujas. this will be the first puja at pune though. has to find out the locations yet. had a good time last night watching coleagues dancing their heart out at the dandiya party organised by the office cultural commitee. did i dance??? ahhh. dont be silly dears. the very thought of moving my legs with the misical beats give me jitters. had tried once, many a years ago in blore. and yeah, it was a catastrophy!! so, i placed myself quietly in a corner (ensuring that no uncalled-for-friendly-pushings happens. it happens u know.), enjoying every bit of it and shooting (with my sony ericsson phone) this little clip.

Note: the image on the left is a creative splurge from my fren saikat. there is a deep thought there. figure it out, if u can! LOL)

September 29, 2006 at 1:03 am 2 comments

Good enough

Sometimes, I think about myself. I know I exist. I don’t need Ram Jethmalani or a battery of lawyers to prove my case for me. But two thousand years from now there is going to be far less evidence that I ever passed this way than there is for some men like Swami Vivekananda or his mentor Ramakrishna. Two thousand years from now the words I am scribbling over this word pad will have been deleted by some unknown archivist somewhere. My gravestone will have been eroded by time. My birth certificate will have been cast into some catacomb, never more to be seen. I will not be revered as either a great thinker or conqueror. I will not have left great ideas that may bring a significant change in this mundane world. But, I am confident that two thousand years from now, if the world as we know it still exists, he, Swami Vivekananda, will still be revered and worshipped. As far as I’m concerned that’s good enough.

February 4, 2006 at 3:32 pm Leave a comment



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