Thursday, January 26, 2012

REPUBLIC DAY 2012

Esha's First Ever Parade @ Jhargram Stadium... 






Oh...!!! She is hard to figure out among all these infants!!! 
Look At First Girl from Left.... 
May be, she was too cautious about her steps... :) 





Don't try...
She is behind some other class-mates... 
Hardly visible...





"Left-Right" is over, Now It's Time for the Breakfast Packet!!!






Let Me Think: Were The Steps All Correct??? 






Let The Others Enjoy The Sights & Sounds....
I Will Keep My Eyes Fixed At My Feet....






Isolated.....  Even Being Within The Crowd!!! 







Oh...I am too tired... Let's go back... 
Feeling very hungry too...




Photo: Dip Sarkar
Camera: Nikon Coolpix S3100
Date: 26th January'2012







Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Bridal Look...


Welcome Back Friends....


I'm very exited as I compose this Post...really very exited!!!!


Recently I attended one of my Aunt's Marriage Ceremony,

And guess what,

I was to perform the very important role of "Neet-Kone"

(The Assistant to The Bride)
there....!!!!


A REAL "Neet-Kone"....!!!



My Gosh!!!

I still can't believe it really happened!!!

I wish all my friends were there with me...

Here, I share a few snaps with you all...




















Tell me how I look in these photographs!!!






Wednesday, October 19, 2011

REVOLUTION 2020




So, “India’s paperback king” (according to The Guardians) has come out with his fifth—Revolution 2020—a novel about Love-Corruption-Ambition!



It’s indeed a long way for Chetan Bhagat, “A rockster of Indian publishing” (again, to quote The Times of India), since his first Five Point Someone back in 2004 to Revolution 2020 in 2011…definitely it’s a long way, considering he has “devoted his entire time to writing and make changes happen to the society”, surely he must have been considered himself to be a serious whole time Writer than he first decided to make the initial drafts of Five Point Someone.



Well, I am not a full time critic, I review Chetan’s Books mainly because I started to develop a zeal for his writings since I read his first novel Five Point Someone, but to my utter frustrations, Chetan started to disappoint me personally since then, including his latest.



Revolutions 2020 deals, as the subtitle indicates, with “Love, Corruption and Ambition”.



A few things have started to remain common with most of his novels since the massive success of his first one…there is a love plot personally told by the chief protagonist(s) directly to Chetan Bhagat, the writer, incorporated with a few social and economical and relatively current issue references that  has happened to the country in recent past.



Take consideration of One Night @ the Call Centre (2005) and The 3 Mistakes of My Life (2008)—where, in both the Stories, the Narrator or the Hero or the Chief Protagonist (what- ever you prefer to call it) disclose their own life Stories directly to Mr. Chetan Bhagat, well knowing that he is a famous and well read novelist! Chetan just jotted down their Stories never stopping to mention that he is the Chetan Bhagat!  



And, the same method is repeated even in Revolution 2020, where Gopal, the young Director of a Private Engineering College in Varanasi gives an account of his life-history and his frustrating tensed relationship with his childhood friends Raghav and Aarati to “Chetan-ji” (who has come to inaugurate the MBA coaching class in Gopal’s College) after being admitted to Hospital after a black-out due to some over-dose of Whiskey. Sound familiar, no? Well, here is a clue… Chetan’s earlier venture The 3 Mistakes of My Life had started in almost a similar fashion…! Can’t you think of some different approach of composing your stories now, Chetan?



And don’t you feel that you are rather being too much obsessed with your identity and always trying to make us remember forcefully that you are the Chetan Bhagat—“The Biggest-selling English-language novelist in Indian History” (well, to quote The New York Times this time!!) Well, Chetan, we all are quite aware that you are probably the most widely read novelist of recent India, but please stop teasing us with that statement all the times! Beating your own drums most of the times sound ridiculous…you know! And believe us, it’s embarrassing too!!



Surely there are a few burning issues like the Political Scams, No-Bribe-No-Work-Custom in almost every Government Sectors including Education System, Corruptions and people with guts to protest against all these mal-practices almost singlehandedly…but to be honest, they all seem loose-tagged and somewhat imposed!



In One-Liner Revolution 2020 is a novel, to be read once, and then forget all about it.



Oh! I almost forgot to mention, like all his earlier four novels Revolution 2020 too have a few passionate bed-scenes—a thing that has become a norm in all Chetan Bhagat novels!    



I’m really wondering friends whether I should e-mail a link of this Blog-Post to info@chetanbhagat.com, not because I didn’t feel pleasure enough reading his novels any longer; or not because I had some intentions of letting a successful novelist inform that he is writing crap these days….but ONLY because I believe from the core of my heart that the creator of Five Point Someone still has potential enough to amuse us once again with a few more masterpieces. May be, it’s just a change of style and a little brain-storming that he needs!



You have really increased our expectation levels Chaten, especially after your Five Point Someone! Please, don’t dishearten us with your next one.




  

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Wireless PART: II




Part: II



Ani parked his bi-cycle before Kali-Da’s Stall a little after 8:30. I was waiting for nearly fifteen minutes, and was not in a very jovial mood. The evening went all wrong for me at tuition. I was totally absent minded during the entire class, thinking of the Wireless set and Priya; and off course of the endless possibilities the wireless set could offer to their lives. I got a few warnings for not being attentive to the lesson and also made some silly mistakes, but that was not the sole reason of my gloomy face….there was a cause more serious and depressing than that!



“Hi Dip! How long?”Ani thudded his bag on the table and asked. Just after a second’s pause he added: “Hey man, what happened?”….he definitely detected my glum face. “Oh! Nothing!” I was not in a mood to discuss the reason of my dejection… “Should we move, or you wanna have a tea?” Ani, looked straight into my eyes, waited for some moments and without specifying his choice offered me a small paper bag…“Have some, it might improve your mood”. “What’s that?” I noticed Ani was munching something. “Raam-Bura special”, Ani smiled, “with extra onion and lemon, your favourite.”!  “Wow! Thanks Yaar!” I can forget all my depression for that delicate mixture of salted nuts shaken to perfection by that old dove Raam-Da!



He was right. The mixture immediately worked on my mood and taste-buds! I felt better, certainly! “Two cups, Kali-Da” I shouted. Ani covered his neck tightly with his comforter; he was prone to coughs and cold, so always needed some extra lair of protection. The temperature had also come down a bit since afternoon, from our table I could see the five point junction of roads lying almost people-less.



“So, what do you think? You should make the wireless?”I asked. “I must, bro! There is no other word” Ani looked desperate. “But, what about the parts? Where should you get them? And the diagram? It’s weird looking one!” to me, a simple periscope diagram with two mirrors was difficult enough to understand, and that was diagram of a real Walkie-Talkie!  “Hum! Parts…!” for the first time Ani appeared to be a little hesitant… “Well, let’s see”!



We finished our cups without any further conversation. Ani was lost in some serious thought. He must be thinking of the availability of the components…I guessed. A thought, though a completely different one, also returned to my mind…and without delay switched me back to that depressive gear once again. “Come on, Dip, let’s get up” Ani proposed. I didn’t say anything, took my satchel and stood up.



“Which road to take?” he asked while we were unlocking our cycles, “Shortcut, or before Nilanjana’s house”? “Nilanjana” I was brief. Ani’s innocent question made me more depressed! We paddled silently side by side, and as we approached near Nilanjana’s residence I could no longer conceal the emotional turbulence that was eating me since the evening… “Why the hell can’t they publish a model that can cover a wider range? 1 or 2 kilometres perhaps” …. I was very sad!  Nilanjana’s house was almost 1.5 kilometres apart from mine, so there was no chance that I could use that damn wireless set to communicate with her!



“Hey! Wait a minute!”…Ani put a sudden break, stood erect and said: “so, that was the reason of your making a face like that”! It sounded more like a statement than an interrogation, so I didn’t answer, but smiled. Definitely I looked pathetic. Ani remorsefully patted my shoulder. His concern was no doubt genuine.



We departed near my house with the agreement to meet at Ani’s place next morning. Tomorrow would be a jam packed day for us, we had a lot to discuss about the raw-materials of our Wireless set…oops, I mean, Priya’s Wireless set! 



to be continued....






Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Wireless






Part: I


“Wow! Have you seen this, buddy! It’s amazing!! Simply fab!!!” Ani ecstatically stretched a magazine towards me pointing at something. We were at our usual afternoon resort—Kali Da’s Tea Stall— comfortably accommodated ourselves on our proprietary left corner table. There were only two of us present. Soumen, Subho, Papai and the others were yet to turn up and were expected any moment. It was almost 5:30 back in late 80’s and the winter evening was gradually making the streets of our small suburb town darker and darker.   


Resting my back on the damp ‘once-it-was-white’ wall I was earnestly trying to swallow the Kali Da Special tea. It was a stuff made with some extra spoonful of sugar that was boiling atleast since midday! Ani seemed to be less hard working than me, as he just gave a single sip and his facial expression said it all. He put the cup aside, pulled out a magazine from his back pack and concentrated into it.


My self-torture with the tea was somewhat disturbed by Ani’s sudden ecstasy; however I didn’t say anything but took the magazine from his hand and glanced at the article he was pointing. It was a popular science magazine for kids with some hardly digestible sci-fi s and other sort of trash.


“You discovered something amazing from this trash”? My surprise was in no way artificial. “Just read on dude! Article on page 58, if you please!” I noticed a very mysterious smile on my bosom friend’s face. Wait a sec, were his eyes that much bright and shining when we entered here…I guess not! There must be something on page 58, that had immediately turned him on…well, let’s check, I thought, and fixed my specs focused on the page.


There I met with my second shock!  Page 58 describes a step by step guide to make a wireless set….with some tough to realize diagrams and list of never-heard-before components. “Hey, what the hell is this, Ani?” I didn’t even try to conceal my antipathy mixed with anger… “Why are you trying to make a fool of me?” I had rights to be angry. Being a complete literature student I was not even sure what do a circuit board and capacitors and resistance means and more over, how to craft all those cranky little parts into a complete working model. But Ani went on with his inexplicable smile…and then raised his voice: “Kali-Da, two more hot waters please…and this time may be without sugar”….


I fixed my eyes again into the pages…hum… “Hand-Made, Battery-Powered, Low-Cost Wireless Set…that could cover 50-100 mts of distance…one transmitter and receiver integrated into both the sets…and off course you need not to ask for any permission for using those sets…” I just read aloud some printed information from that page…and Ani listened very carefully with that mysterious smile still lurking on his face.


Kali da’s little assistant served us two more cups. I picked up one, offered a small careful sip… “Well, it’s better than the earlier one”, I admired and looked at Ani. He was still fixed his eyes on me with that smile. “So? What do you think?” he whispered. “Think? Think what? There is nothing to think in that junk” my tone definitely sounded annoyed. “There is a lot to think, dude!”Ani lowered his voice even more and after a moment’s pause added: “It’s for Priya”!


“Priya! Priya? What the hell should Priya do with a wirele—” I suddenly put a hand break to my unfinished query…my eyes turned wide open…my jaw dropped… amazed, I again looked at the page… “Easy Wire-less Set” it read… slowly I raised my head, and Ani’s mysterious smile this time infected my face too!


“Hi guys!” Papai and Soumen entered to join us. I remained silent while Ani greeted them. “What has happened to Dip? He looks hypnotised!” Soumen asked. “Why are you smiling like a stupid? What’s so funny?”Papai jabbed directly to me.


“Well, you see guys; Dip is trying to make a scientific model” Ani winked at me and explained to others. “Dip? Scientific model? Are you crazy?” Papai looked traumatized …. “That guy can not draw a circle properly…will make a scientific model....what sort of model?”…Soumen snatched the magazine from my hand and declared: “Easy Wire-less Set”!


The following ten minutes they made a mess of my ‘self respect’ and ‘scientific knowledge’! I didn’t try to protest much, chiefly because their allegation against my understanding of scientific theories and mathematical problems were mostly unbiased, but more than that, in my mind I was toying with the idea of developing a wire-less set for Priya.


Ani and Priya’s case history always reminded me of the popular Kishore Kumar song: “Mere Samne Wali Khidki Mein Ek Chand Ka Tukra Rehta Hain”! Priya’s family was Ani’s opposide door neighbour. The two compounds were separated by a ten feet road, and from Ani’s top floor room he had a direct view of the window next to what Priya usually had her studies done. It’s needless to point out that most of the times Priya was found lifted her face upwards at a certain angle rather than keeping it lowered on her books!


Obviously Ani was not heart-less and cruel that far to wave off her interest. As a contrary, Ani appeared to be no less interested and was in constant pursuit of developing that innocent interest into some mature relationship. But informing Priya that he also cares became a major problem! Priya hardly came out of their compound and on rare occasions when she came out for a walk on the front road she was always accompanied by her ferocious looking mother!


Anyways, innovative Ani resolved that information-gap with his own inimitable style! One evening he  purchased an audio cassette of the super-hit Hindi movie “Maine Pyaar Kiya”, inserted the tape into slot, pointed the speakers towards Priya’s compound, turned the volume full and just started to play only the part  I LOVE YOU” that was a prelude to a song in that movie!


Play—Pause—Rewind—Play—Pause—Rewind—Play….the cycle went on till 30 minutes after midnight and next morning Priya’s shy smile through her window clearly mentioned that Ani’s aching neck and fingers have not gone all fruitless!


In these circumstances, an easy to make wireless set would be a god gifted article for them, I thought. How fun and simplified would their communication be! One should be standing near her window and the other on his terrace, both engaged in a conversation military style: “Tiger…speaking Alfa….Tiger to Alfa….Nice dress Alfa…Ok…Tiger…Alfa to Tiger… Looking very handsome Tiger…Roger…and Out…”…Oh! How interesting! 


I woke up from my slumber as I discovered myself awkwardly being observed by my friends. “What?” I felt very irritated and all of them burst in laughter. Ani grabbed my hand and said: “Well guys, let’s get up. It’s almost 6:15, I have to attend the tuition”. When the others were busy calculating the share of the bill for the teas he came closer to me and asked: “You have English tuition today, no?” “Affirmative” I nodded. “Good, then wait for me here when it’s over, we will go home together”. That’s not unusual, we live at the same direction of the town, and normally go back home together after our evening tuitions. “Ok. I will” I came out of the stall and started cycling. I was already late for the class.



to be continued...