thanks to Kabir Suman ..

" je matir jonye,
emon honye,
emon aakul holam,

se bhashate amar odhikar ...
*** ...
je bhashar jonye,
emon honye,
emon aakul holam,
... "

Sorry my memory is not favouring me at this hour .. I shall re-edit later on .. perhaps!

Just joining a friend, for it is to be sung together .. invitation to other friends to join as well ...

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

(For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!)

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
(...)

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine,
But we've wander'd monie a weary fit,
Sin auld lang syne.
(...)

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.
(...)

And there's a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o thine,
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne
(...)

Today I am in the mood of writing blog it seems ..

Yesterday after a long time I went to the seashore .. in our campus .. after almost two months .. a friend of mine was telling me "See, the bongs spend 1000' to go to the sea for the weekend .. to Digha , to Puri .. and we, here, gifted with that opprtunity hardly make it to the seashore .. Strange, na?"

Actually not .. when you grow up seeing the sun setting at the Arabian sea day in and day out then probably you cease to appreciate the beauty of it .. it is not your fault .. it goes to the very basic human nature .. I believe ..

Anyway, yesterday evening had a clear sky that gave us a nice view of the sunset .. we could people walking and jogging for health ! And here and there the couples would appear enjoying the advent of a nice weekend with the Friday sunset. Specially having the spring with the gardenful of flowers in the offering .. It definitely adds to the beauty of the seashore .. I do not know what those flowers are called .. I would rather not .. I never insisted on knowing the detailed descriptions of things that offer you mere beauty .. to me that spoils the mysticism of beauty .. when you know it in and out then you might acquire more knowledge but that hardly helps in admiring the beauty of it.

So we walked .. talking nonsense .. and looking at the partial view of the marine drive .. the queens necklace just began glowing upto its glamour .. somehow I did not feel poetic , which I usually do .. rather felt like sitting on the rocks , thinkinh about the nothingness of our existence! Yes, you are right .. I was actually feeling tired .. tired of the week that just was over ..

then we walked back to the mundane life .. dinner bell was ringing .. a wish that I had at the days end .......

"And often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there...." --- (We are Seven : Wordsworth)

Finally I had a break .. after attending a series of lectures .. finally I have one morning at my disposal. I woke up early today .. with the ring of my phone receiving an SMS from my beloved friend from Bangalore. I was feeling lazy though .. took the newspaper from the packet hanging outside the door .. A smell of new papers .. typical "Ananadabazarian" smell .. I love it .. again went to bed .. to relax with the newspaper .. wish I had a cup of tea then .. It's time to listen to some morning ragas from Rashid .. so I played .. "kahe karata mohe jhagra" .. a wonderful Bilaskhani tori .. finally I woke up .. had a nice shower .. and was feeling as fresh as the morning breeze that could not enter through my small window these days .. or perhaps it does .. unnoticed ! I would long for having a room with as big window as that of my D8 .. Oh! that number is always a very special thing to me.. soon I began walking down the memory lane .. called up those days of happiness .. the wide open blue above ( bohudurer oi oseem akaash .. would I ever see that in future .. Rashid bhai finished his tori .. it's time to go for breakfast .. to East canteene .. that's life .. In this life there is no "Calypso" anymore ...

" To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean,
to ride on the crest of a wild raging storm
To work in the service of life and living,
in search of the answers of questions unknown
To be part of the movement and part of the growing,
part of beginning to understand,
...."

"aji bosonto jagroto dware .. "

So one can not be quiet when spring is around .. I do not know why .. may be my neurologist friend has an answer to it .. as in how brain modifies .. but I always feel more excited in whatever I am doing .. during this time .. with the advent of spring .. I know I start talking much .. most of it being non-sense .. or should I say out-of-the-earth. Tagore once wrote in one of his "chinnopotro"s about the outcome of spring .. and the effect it has in everybody's life .. here is a few lines from one my favourite poets ..

"jokhon somoy thomke danray, nirashar pakhi du haat baray .. "

A friend reminded that my bolg has been at a standstill for a while .. so I had to break the jinx .. but the days are not that rosy after all in these days .. specially having under medication for a month long .. without having the slightest idea about what exactly is going on .. then you probably do not feel like being in the best moods to start your blog afresh ..

Only two days back I came to know what exactly went wrong .. now I am under proper medication I presume and I hope to be Okay soon .. So it is time to be back in the middle of activities .. I mean extra-curriculur .. specially having the Spring not too far behind..

Well it come to spring .. the first thing that comes to mind is the trees .. in front of my wide-open window of my room in St-Ed's, D8.. from there I could watch new leaves coming to the empty branches of the winter trees. I wish I could get back to the days ..

Now the life has changed .. specially living in a city like Mumbai you hardly feel the difference between winter and spring .. well .. but spring comes .. it comes to your mind .. to your life .. even in the changed surroundings ..

So .. after a long break I am back here once again. Not that I have been too busy in studies, I had lot other "impotant" things to do. The trip to Pune should come as the first.

We left Mumbai very early in the morning. It was dark still then .. an early morning breeze bringing the freshness that I had been missing for so long. Our Shatabdi journey was awsome .. thank heavens that we were not thrwon out of the train for all that we did in those three hours. Hats off to the tolerance of the co-passengers. It was there where scientific discoveries came straight out of blue. We invented a new particle call Inditron that will redefine the basis of standard model. The operators that govern the inditrons were named as Crow and Dog. A Crow operator annihilates what the Dog creates .. said one of the founders of the theory. And we kept on discussing lot more non-sensical stuff .. I wonder where these creative minds go during the toime of exam .. life would have been so beautiful otherwise.

We reached Pune station when a scorching Sun was exactly on top of our head. I went to meet my old friend at IUCAA, and rang up one more to fix an appoinment in the evening. Then we were taken to GMRT, the Giant meterwave Radio Telescope .. one of the few os this lot in India. It is situated in narayangaon .. strictly speaking in a far-from-the-madding-crowd place. While going there I was remembering the lines from Tagore .. every Bengali children grew up rhyming those lines .. " dhu dhu kore jedik pane chai .. "

It was not that exciting that we thought it would be .. infact most of us were pretty bored and tired to go and see the obseravtory .. how things work there .. may be we did not have enough background .. but nevertheless it was great fun .

Then in the evening I came back with my friend and met another friend after a soan of 3 years .. we went out to have dinner at night .. remembering the good old days at JU .. So mysterious is the life .. three friends meeting after 3 years .. they underwent so many different lifestyles .. the way of living changed their view towards life .. but still they discover each other to be unchanged ..

Returning home on the next was even more fun .. we took pictures in everywhere around and finally came to our home sweet home .. the "dos foot by dos foot"(10'*10') room at TIFR.

Life has changed .. so changed the address ...