Tuesday, December 19, 2006

occurences, experiences and impressions mingled disastrously

Somebody somewhere on some door is knocking. Knocking very hard. Oh, why cannot that hell of a man open the damn door? Childhood friendships can stay alive for an entire life, provided the friends wish to continue staying in touch. It is not an old strange odd life here anymore. The air molecules in and around me seem to have changed. I do not find the same folks around me in Lucknow. Waking up to a different morning in a different place, meeting not the similar kind of people and learning some interesting subjects look quite attractive to me. But one should better ensure oneself first. You and your every action are being observed by visible nymphs and spirits. They also bear a very high chance of being a parliamentary issue. (Most of the times it follows in that pattern). I suppose that is the natural form of actions by homo sapiens. But, it is beside our storyline. The not so old city desperately trying to cage individuals in their own traps, has suddenly become lovable now. All the sides of the dice appear like a good old friend. Even the most common recipes of bengali cuisine (which my voracious stomach used to abhor day and night) have become delicious and yummy to my stomach. (Trust me chingri-maach er malaikari, musoor dal, any type of maach, are delectable now, methinks). But, hold on, you can still see yourself struggling against not so same old relationships, same friendships. You wake up in a beautiful morning and you suddenly find you are not the same person anymore. You sometimes struggle against that too. This is the most difficult war. None can win here. And that is even the saddest part of this story we are trying to narrate here. Never go war with yourself. Nicholas Cage said once. But hey what is the name of the movie in which he said this? You can remember everything else in this world but not the particular thing which you desperately need to remember this point of time. I give up.

Lucknow. I cannot locate the place by latitudes and longitudes. But in case, if you know India [
of course you will know, you are not like some stupid Americans who still believe that we use (and trust as well) pigeons to send love-letters and important official mails. Fellow NRIs and our brothers & sisters residing there, please educate your neighbourhood], you will definitely carry some knowledge about Uttar Pradesh, and how N2, O2, Ar and CO2 of Uttar Pradesh taste. Lucknow in all means represents the state in its behaviour, state of mind of the people, culture and not to forget workmosphere. The Lucknowi recipes are mouth-watering. All credit goes to Mughal cooks. Salam to you. So the biryani, boti-kabab, and tandoori chicken help all of us to lead a good, satisfying and an enjoyable life, at least on that day. A tremendous positive energy suddenly starts flowing inside you. And you feel the day has been terrific! (Even if you got a low grade in Phonetics and could not manage the highest marks in Grammar. However the Lucknowi biryani makes you feel good . No wonder, it works wonder !) This story will not end here. You are reading only the beginning.
(continued....by your grace keep visiting)

Saturday, December 16, 2006

The confusion

First, I pronounce, the blue of the "Drizzling blue" does not symbolise the popular connotation - melancholy or depressing blues. I like the colour blue very much. Blue holds a lot of meanings for me. It is the colour of excitement, energy, faith, passion, hope (though sometimes it can speak for hopelessness as well). So my dear people, while reading my blog, please consider the other side of the colour blue which I find fascinating.