To you, B 136

It's been a long time that I did not write my blog .. that's got something
to do with the stupid machines here in our students' room that were not
allowing me to 'write' anything in the new post!

Meanwhile there have been three posts from from my friend who is visiting
Los Angels .. the descriptions being so vivid .. through his eyes I had a
tour around LA, by the Pacific Ocean .. his description made the pictures so
palpable .. as if I can feel the waves of Santa Monica beach touching my
feet at the time of sunset ..

My life was a bit hectic these days as well .. I was busy in shifting room
.. just to shift from the first floor to the second floor it took me three
days !! And now today I am going to have my first night's sleep in the new
room .. the room which is not so new to me anyway .. one of my very close
friends here used to stay in that room .. the friend has left the institute
for good.. not finding anything interesting here to work with .. initially I
was in a sort of dillema whether to shift to the room once-owned by him with
whom I had so many memories in the past one year .. but the
ever-deteriorating condition of my previous room left me with no other
option .. and now .. being shifted to the new one .. I am feeling nostalgic
about the room I had .. the memories associated with it .. it was the sole
silent witness of many tensed sleepless nights that I had .. the afternoons
I shared with it .. feeling overjoyed without any reason .. many an evening
in that room I would dance with John Denver singing "Thank God I'm a country
boy " .. felt like seeing my parents .. desparetly .. now all these memories of my previous room, B 136, are cluttering my mind !

strange life .. indeed .. you try to leave aside the belongings you once possessed but your mind does not let you forget them ..

It was not a new feeling to me though .. I had the same experience while
being at St Ed's .. there used to be the room B12 of Eddies where my beloved
lawyer friend used to live in my first year's stay at Cam .. and in the
second year it became difficult for me to pass by that room every day and
that finally led me to change the kitchen nearer to his room and I had to
start using the other kitchen shifting all the utensils I had dumped in the
previous one!

I can not help quoting what my friend has just said in his third post from
LA, for I liked it too much ..
"coming back is always so difficult. the sand sticks to your wet clothes,
and with time, it dries and falls off.like some memories, perhaps..."

Nevertheless, Welcome to my new room .. B 236.

I am on the verge of starting a new life .. the life of a researcher!
.. and just before that I am going home this weekend .. for three weeks ..
coming back exactly on the day of independence .. to a new world .. may be I
shall have a new office .. a new computer to use .. and an almost new room
.. and I know a new experience awaits me very shortly.

happy times ~

After a long wait when you reach your goal then you have every reason to be happy .. and so I am .. and now all on a sudden I am feeling homesick .. till now I have been waiting for the things to materialise .. now I have seen a green signal .. I have started feeling lasy .. this lasiness is out of .. what you would say .. ecstasy ..

So I have decided to not to keep my parents waiting for me anymore .. going home next week.. and it is the very feeling of going home that is making me living life to the lees .. these days I am devoting a huge amount of time playing indoor games .. calling up parents .. writing long emails to my father .. and what not .. I remember last year I came to this place for interview on almost the same day when I am leaving for home this year .. with a feeling of satisfaction.. I can not boast of achieving all that I thought of .. but a road that leads to many a dream I have had is definitely visible .. I would like to thank you SIR for giving me this opportunity .. this was definitely the coveted experience ..

Nice evening

Had a nice evening with an old friend ..

I went to meet my 'Breach Candy friend' today evening.. last time when I went to his place it was dark and could not see the view from their big window .. this time it was the perfect time for the sunset .. but it was cloudy .. still a pleasant sight .. saw the birds finding their way home in the backdrop of the dark clouds .. I felt jealous of my friend who owns such a wonderful house that overlooks the sea. We went to a book fair after that. Bought a few books .. cheap rates. Then went to 'see' Crossword .. the renowned book store of Mumbai .. the so called "HEP" (happening) place in the town .. where you get to see the youths crowding there to buy books! Well.. my friend actually did not quite have a good impression about this place. To him crossword is more of a show-off place .. sort of a status symbol to visit such a store. The real places to buy books are those small shops which we visited before coming to Crosswords!

From there I came back home .. leaving behind a nice evening and carrying along a pleasant memory and a nice gift from my friend .. a book .. which perhaps is the best thing a friend can present to a friend but these days this custom .. unfortunately has become obsolete!

~ to add .. quite obviously we talked abt the other friends of our Cam gang .. the famous doctor, the successful lawyer, and the beloved neuroscientist ...

Life with Orkut.

These days Orkut has become a part of my life .. thanks to my friend who insisted me on getting an account there .. now these days I believe I use it more than him :-)

It is really a wonderful imagination to create a site like that .. Thanks to Mr. Orkut !

The blessing of net + Campus life

I can not even think of how I would have survived had the net had not been introduced. For me, who always forgets the very necessary things in life and orders his dad back home to get them ready for him... net is literally a blessing ..

I was supposed to have some files copied form home in an floppy when I left home in the winter. I forgot and realised only a few days back that I forgot. I asked my father to send all the files by email. And now, within a twinkling of an eye the whole stuff is in my computer here .. !

These days some interesting stories have been spreading in the institute as rumours .. it is the parting time for the VSRP students who came for summer project from all over India. These students (specially of the fairer sex) are usually the happy time-pass for the female-starved-TIFR-people! And when these summer students start winding up then all on a sudden all the affairs that have started/might have started/ would start come clear .. or at least made to come in public! So these days we spend lots of time on leg-pulling .. in fact this is time at TIFR when a general relaxation period is observed .. first and second year students just finish their exams .. third, fourth year students finish their yearly report and final year students plan for going to conferences.. so a light wind of fun exists in the campus specially at this time. And you know .. rumour are bound to come and people devote time on them when they have less works.. thus it goes ..

mainely for the Bengalees ..

Today I saw some of my seniors going to Kolkata to attend one of our friend's marriage. Deep bond indeed.. some six of them are going from Mumbai to Kolkata to attend someone's special occasion in life .. but this blog is concerened with something I overheard about another senior of mine ..

That senior, say Mr A, has been in love with some female, say Miss B, since their high school days .. and their courtship continued for some eight years when they finally got married after both of them got into jobs. When Mr A used to be asked in his undergrad days about the girl he used to go around with he would reply "amar pistuto bon" (my cousin from the father's side : in Bengali pisi=father's sister).. the sarcasm to be noted here the coinage of the word to explain the relation. In Bengali there is a proverb that "chore chore mastuto bhai" (two thieves are related to each other as cousins). In short, by the use of the word "mastuto bhai" (masi=Mother's sister) we take it forgranted that the two people concerned share some fishy business. What a modification it is to use word "pistuto bon" for your girlfriend. By using that word it is clearly hinted that the relationship with the girl you are roaming with is definitely not straight forward, and to avoid further complication this is really a nice word to use, not telling a lie either.. only if you can get the hint .. it's upto your intelligence :-)

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Long time no 'C' (read see). :-)

True.. as I believe one can not really open out in a webblog to write down everything that comes to his mind. Lots of things did happen .. which found their place in the personal diary but in the blog ! no way .. :-) (not to hurt my beloved friend!)

From yesterday I have been having a feeling sort of relieved (the reason can not be disclosed right now); and that was egging me on to write something in the blog .. but there comes a relaxation period once you are suddenly out of pressure .. during this period you feel like doing a hell lot of things but end up doing nothing ..

This reminds of one small bengali poem written by Sunil Ganguly .. the poem deals with birth of poetry .. from a poet's point of view. The poet feels like writing one .. then he begins nurturing it in his mind .. he prepares the stage to write it down .. has a few ciggarettes [pardon me if the spelling is wrong :-)], loiters on the bed embracing the pillow, looks at the sky from the small window of his room, smells the air that seems to be fresh, keeps on asking the publishers to give him a few more days of time, looks at his pen and the white paper, feels happy about the onset of ideas coming to his mind, feels just like starting to write it down but does not, and keeps on wasting time .. as long as possible .. for the poetry, to him, is like his love .. thus he wishes to spend as much time as possible before actually bringing it out to public..

This is one of the very simple but touching pieces of poetry that I have seen. Writing something in the blog, sharing some idea, be it webblog, or personal letter, is almost simlilar in spirit .. to me .. I can't help being over possesive about it :-)

Anyway I spent some wonderful days .. far from the madding crowd as they say .. I had a trip to Lonavala, Khandala with my friends a week back .. Lonavala looks really beautiful with its lush greenary and small waterfalls originating from the hills every here and there .. Infact the train journey from Karzat to Lonavala itself is a satisfying experience 'for one who has long been in city pent' .. special mention to the Lion's spot where you see weather changing in every five minutes .. and clouds coming every now and then covering you .. and disappearing again in no time ..

I had a sojourn as well .. for a couple of days .. to Pune .. meeting my JU friends and our beloved professot who was visiting IUCAA for a fortnight .. felt the warmth of old familiarity after a long time .. for which I was longing for ..

No wonder that I am in good cheers .. these days ..
So Long ..