Sunday, 5 April 2009
Monday, 23 March 2009
"Stranger in a strange land..."
How often do we actually see a person helping another man, just like that. Just cause they are humans and of no other ulterior motive?
My guess is next to never, but when one finally gets lucky enough to be treated with such kindness, oh! what a great feeling it is! A sense of being pampered, and to top it off; by a stranger!
I myself know of quite a few cases where me or my friends or a mere acquaintance have been treated with such warmth that it has touched them indeed,for life.
I would like to give these strangers the honour that they deserve, by citing the instances.
I was going by the BIT bus to town on my own, the bus was pretty much packed with locals. I was sitting on a chair next to the alley way. The loafers seeing it as their moment of glory and triumph, were standing not only next to me, but putting their body weight and leaning on me. Being from Calcutta mere "huff" and "puff" is good enough to embarrass the "machos",and put them where they deserve to be. But, being in Jharkhand, the scenario had gone from bad to worse and being that kind of loud to help my situation, required quite some summoning of strength! By the time, I was preparing to shoo off the locals in the meanwhile the conductor came along to ask for the ticket fare and he was worse, cause I was no longer feeling the backside of random locals but a feel of full frontal of his family treasures. I was about to jump out of the bus at this particular moment, when the gentleman sitting next to me offered me the window seat and I couldn't have felt more safe,secure,delirious and jubilant. A few moments later, the stranger spoke to me, he was heralding from Calcutta, he was a non-Bengali yet he praised Calcutta and its chivalrous culture with such zeal and passion, that his words made me proud to be born of her rich soil.I never met him again, but every time I travel by the bus I do relive the series of events.
The next citation is to honour a stranger who helped my brother. My brother(MB) was at the New Delhi station waiting to pick up his friend. Unluckily enough, instead he got his pocket "picked"(Sorry, the pun was almost too tempting to be overlooked!). To top it off, his friends train got delayed by 8 hours(and, ah! it was back in the days when his phone had just got stolen.Yeah yeah i know a completely helpless situation.. just listen along will you?And, no I'm not making any of it up!!!). So there he was trapped in New Delhi station without any form of seeking help, for 8 hours! He was looming around,hopelessly; when he saw a boy a few years younger to him and he seemed approachable. So MB approached him with his heart pounding in his mouth, explained his scenario and asked him for 20 bucks, the guy said he'd seen my brother around and gave him a 50 buck note. MB asked him for his address, but he said its all right and he walked off.
The next citation is to honour my beloved DD..She was travelling in a bus. The conductor approached her for a ticket, she had a 500 rupee's note and the conductor was threatenning to throw her off the bus if she didn't hand him over change. She asked for change from the passengers to her left and to her right. DD already running late, was getting very flustered with the present scenario. Then, an elderly female pitying her situation, paid for her tickets and when DD(being DD), looked at her with wide, confused, baffled and bewildered eyes; the elderly woman just nodded at her with such warmth, that she felt indebted to her from that moment on to beyond eternity.
There are perhaps countless number of times when ONE(yes..it's hinted at u! ;) ) actually gets to experience this almost extinct feeling of being human,kindness of humans,and what is humanity all about!
And,boy oh! VOYY, Its wonderfulLy cherished by each One of us, lucky enough to be Victims for Experiencing such sinfUl pleasures.
My guess is next to never, but when one finally gets lucky enough to be treated with such kindness, oh! what a great feeling it is! A sense of being pampered, and to top it off; by a stranger!
I myself know of quite a few cases where me or my friends or a mere acquaintance have been treated with such warmth that it has touched them indeed,for life.
I would like to give these strangers the honour that they deserve, by citing the instances.
I was going by the BIT bus to town on my own, the bus was pretty much packed with locals. I was sitting on a chair next to the alley way. The loafers seeing it as their moment of glory and triumph, were standing not only next to me, but putting their body weight and leaning on me. Being from Calcutta mere "huff" and "puff" is good enough to embarrass the "machos",and put them where they deserve to be. But, being in Jharkhand, the scenario had gone from bad to worse and being that kind of loud to help my situation, required quite some summoning of strength! By the time, I was preparing to shoo off the locals in the meanwhile the conductor came along to ask for the ticket fare and he was worse, cause I was no longer feeling the backside of random locals but a feel of full frontal of his family treasures. I was about to jump out of the bus at this particular moment, when the gentleman sitting next to me offered me the window seat and I couldn't have felt more safe,secure,delirious and jubilant. A few moments later, the stranger spoke to me, he was heralding from Calcutta, he was a non-Bengali yet he praised Calcutta and its chivalrous culture with such zeal and passion, that his words made me proud to be born of her rich soil.I never met him again, but every time I travel by the bus I do relive the series of events.
The next citation is to honour a stranger who helped my brother. My brother(MB) was at the New Delhi station waiting to pick up his friend. Unluckily enough, instead he got his pocket "picked"(Sorry, the pun was almost too tempting to be overlooked!). To top it off, his friends train got delayed by 8 hours(and, ah! it was back in the days when his phone had just got stolen.Yeah yeah i know a completely helpless situation.. just listen along will you?And, no I'm not making any of it up!!!). So there he was trapped in New Delhi station without any form of seeking help, for 8 hours! He was looming around,hopelessly; when he saw a boy a few years younger to him and he seemed approachable. So MB approached him with his heart pounding in his mouth, explained his scenario and asked him for 20 bucks, the guy said he'd seen my brother around and gave him a 50 buck note. MB asked him for his address, but he said its all right and he walked off.
The next citation is to honour my beloved DD..She was travelling in a bus. The conductor approached her for a ticket, she had a 500 rupee's note and the conductor was threatenning to throw her off the bus if she didn't hand him over change. She asked for change from the passengers to her left and to her right. DD already running late, was getting very flustered with the present scenario. Then, an elderly female pitying her situation, paid for her tickets and when DD(being DD), looked at her with wide, confused, baffled and bewildered eyes; the elderly woman just nodded at her with such warmth, that she felt indebted to her from that moment on to beyond eternity.
There are perhaps countless number of times when ONE(yes..it's hinted at u! ;) ) actually gets to experience this almost extinct feeling of being human,kindness of humans,and what is humanity all about!
And,boy oh! VOYY, Its wonderfulLy cherished by each One of us, lucky enough to be Victims for Experiencing such sinfUl pleasures.
Friday, 9 January 2009
Blocks
There are phases of one's life where things become so important that the day just seems wrong without it.
In early years of my life- looney tunes, tom & jerry, roger rabbit, garfield, aladdin etc. was just a daily dose of laughter that seemed mandatory.Laughing at the same old sequences that I had by heart, but still the expected sequence brought out the fits of laughter as it had the first time I saw it.
Then another five years down the line and things added - school seemed the main fun programme that provided the much required daily dose of amusement.
All the friends, the canteen, the running away to the water cooler to skip out on a class but then chickening out at the last minute by the idea of getting caught. Running to the last seat of the bus after school gets over, and claiming your right to it as if it were your heirloom, looking down upon at all the other kids who were in buses later than ourselves..and definitely booing at them.
School got over like a yawn..while it was fun while I was at it, the prospect of an impending clearer specialized "blur" of my supposed future which would be like a portrait, if done with enough thought or may just turn out to be a disaster like cookies left for more than the intentional time span in the oven.!
Colleges, institutes, universities- everything seemed so luring and to difficult to be chosen between. Now the daily dosage of college hunt seemed like a never ending and addictive pursuit.
Finally, success..!College chosen. Day 1 seems eternally away. Daily nausea, apprehensiveness, anxiety etc. everything just seemed part and parcel of the game.
College started and I never realised how smoothly and effortlessly I fit into the mould I was given and while I cribbed about the constraints..(hell.! all my friends did)..still somehow it all kinda made sense...
This got the ball rolling..I sought my friend group, chose few friends over the others, preferred fewer friends, went an extra mile to be with somebody for some extra moments, sifted through the fair weather birds and the ones that "stick", chose "perks" over moribund life...The entire charisma of the place just got addictive. The endless movie marathons, the hunt for new episodes of wanted series, the trivial pursuits if downloading and failing miserably, watching certain "friends" , "how i met your mother", "big bang theory", "heroes"..just all in the package..!
The cool weather, the no-pollution environment, the two storeyed buildings, the small town-ness of the place, the people, the endless memories, the unaccountable moments of delirious fits of laughter... the weird,weirder, weirdest things that I've indulged in with few exclusives..unlearning things in its own sweet way..Just about everything..!
All these things and many more unaccountable things had their own magic to my life..they imparted their little but not insignificant charm to it, altered the ideas slightly but not infinitesimally, provided us with perspective in a different but focused sense.All these things had their little parts to play..
After all,life is just like utilizing blocks..it makes no sense individually, but when put together it can add to perhaps one of the most significant buildings for the skyline of a city.
In early years of my life- looney tunes, tom & jerry, roger rabbit, garfield, aladdin etc. was just a daily dose of laughter that seemed mandatory.Laughing at the same old sequences that I had by heart, but still the expected sequence brought out the fits of laughter as it had the first time I saw it.
Then another five years down the line and things added - school seemed the main fun programme that provided the much required daily dose of amusement.
All the friends, the canteen, the running away to the water cooler to skip out on a class but then chickening out at the last minute by the idea of getting caught. Running to the last seat of the bus after school gets over, and claiming your right to it as if it were your heirloom, looking down upon at all the other kids who were in buses later than ourselves..and definitely booing at them.
School got over like a yawn..while it was fun while I was at it, the prospect of an impending clearer specialized "blur" of my supposed future which would be like a portrait, if done with enough thought or may just turn out to be a disaster like cookies left for more than the intentional time span in the oven.!
Colleges, institutes, universities- everything seemed so luring and to difficult to be chosen between. Now the daily dosage of college hunt seemed like a never ending and addictive pursuit.
Finally, success..!College chosen. Day 1 seems eternally away. Daily nausea, apprehensiveness, anxiety etc. everything just seemed part and parcel of the game.
College started and I never realised how smoothly and effortlessly I fit into the mould I was given and while I cribbed about the constraints..(hell.! all my friends did)..still somehow it all kinda made sense...
This got the ball rolling..I sought my friend group, chose few friends over the others, preferred fewer friends, went an extra mile to be with somebody for some extra moments, sifted through the fair weather birds and the ones that "stick", chose "perks" over moribund life...The entire charisma of the place just got addictive. The endless movie marathons, the hunt for new episodes of wanted series, the trivial pursuits if downloading and failing miserably, watching certain "friends" , "how i met your mother", "big bang theory", "heroes"..just all in the package..!
The cool weather, the no-pollution environment, the two storeyed buildings, the small town-ness of the place, the people, the endless memories, the unaccountable moments of delirious fits of laughter... the weird,weirder, weirdest things that I've indulged in with few exclusives..unlearning things in its own sweet way..Just about everything..!
All these things and many more unaccountable things had their own magic to my life..they imparted their little but not insignificant charm to it, altered the ideas slightly but not infinitesimally, provided us with perspective in a different but focused sense.All these things had their little parts to play..
After all,life is just like utilizing blocks..it makes no sense individually, but when put together it can add to perhaps one of the most significant buildings for the skyline of a city.
Thursday, 18 December 2008
I'm dreaming of a White Christmas.....
Since time unknown, my family has celebrated Christmas in its most gala fashion ever...
And, its not just a small tree here and buying a cake off from a local grocery store, not just bidding the Christmas day goodbye by just a namesake Christmas tree barely a foot tall, not just tuning the television into Star movies or some other channel to use its magic of Christmas to lend our home some magic for the same. NO!
We did the entire how do I state it "WALK-THROUGH"(pardon me..too many architectural friends) for Christmas and bringing in the magic of Christmas in its own sweet warm fashion. My entire family, including my grandmother (who had no clue about the details of Christmas but was sporting enough to fall through anything that everyone's charged up about! ) would go marching off to New Market (the largest market for Christmas shopping at least in Calcutta), and buy a Christmas tree- double the height of my then size,buy absolutely endless decorations (anything that has the slightest hint of red, green and golden colours we were at that shop and we'd have had bought it!). It then followed by finding a vacant cab and fetching it back to the hubbub of activities of that season, and then heading back home in an utterly tired condition, dozing off in the cab is what you would expect of kids. Reaching home followed by an upsurge of activity for us, rivalry amidst me and my brother as to who gets to do the decoration of the tree followed by the house.
On the day of Christmas eve, my father would bake the most amazing plain cake adorned with dry fruits; by taking out our old oven and not the microwave oven. And, while the batters being made-me, my brother, my mother would sneak tastes off the batter while our dad would scold us for finishing off the batter in its raw condition, getting tempted he would soon follow suite; as they say "Who'll guard the guardians"? LOL. Once the batter was put into the oven for baking, the smell of the cake being baked would fill up the house, 45 minutes seemed like an eternity. We would keep checking on the cake and sticking forks in it to check whether its done. I really didn't know what I'm looking for when I used to stick in that fork in the cake, but seemed like following suite of my mom would seem like the right thing to do.. :P.
Finally when she (the cake) used to step out of that oven, her hard brown crust, that rich smell of freshly baked homemade cake used to fill in the house. And yet, once again we were not allowed to eat as it was for the evening party. Did I not mention that there's a party? Well then how do you celebrate Christmas eve without a party?!! :) All that we were allowed to have was the left overs of the once batter and now crusty remains of the cake on the baking utensil. We were not happy about it, but it kind of gave us some hope and more patience to endure through the long never-ending wait..!
Mom, would have made some gala culinary treats which would not be, lets put it plainly, not-so-Christmas-y..
The carols which have been playing in the backdrop since morning almost seems like a part of the ambience by now."Rudolph the red nosed reindeer..", "Jingle Bells..", "We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year..", "..Christmas is all around you..", "I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.."....just aboout everything.!
Dim yellow lights (which I always find very depressing somehow seems to suit this occasion ), the glimmering automatic lights, the Victorian wreaths, the endless golden bells, the mistletoes, the mother fairy, the stars ...just about everything completed my Christmas eve.
After everything was said and done, and all the guests had left for their respective homes. My dad and me would still be singing along with the carols and be so darned happy about it.
As my mother asks me every year when ever I make my Christmas demands. "So, Cherry, what religion are we again?"
And, I'd proudly say,"It's more like being part of a SECULAR COUNTRY Ma"!
Merry Christmas everybody, wherever you are..!
And, its not just a small tree here and buying a cake off from a local grocery store, not just bidding the Christmas day goodbye by just a namesake Christmas tree barely a foot tall, not just tuning the television into Star movies or some other channel to use its magic of Christmas to lend our home some magic for the same. NO!
We did the entire how do I state it "WALK-THROUGH"(pardon me..too many architectural friends) for Christmas and bringing in the magic of Christmas in its own sweet warm fashion. My entire family, including my grandmother (who had no clue about the details of Christmas but was sporting enough to fall through anything that everyone's charged up about! ) would go marching off to New Market (the largest market for Christmas shopping at least in Calcutta), and buy a Christmas tree- double the height of my then size,buy absolutely endless decorations (anything that has the slightest hint of red, green and golden colours we were at that shop and we'd have had bought it!). It then followed by finding a vacant cab and fetching it back to the hubbub of activities of that season, and then heading back home in an utterly tired condition, dozing off in the cab is what you would expect of kids. Reaching home followed by an upsurge of activity for us, rivalry amidst me and my brother as to who gets to do the decoration of the tree followed by the house.
On the day of Christmas eve, my father would bake the most amazing plain cake adorned with dry fruits; by taking out our old oven and not the microwave oven. And, while the batters being made-me, my brother, my mother would sneak tastes off the batter while our dad would scold us for finishing off the batter in its raw condition, getting tempted he would soon follow suite; as they say "Who'll guard the guardians"? LOL. Once the batter was put into the oven for baking, the smell of the cake being baked would fill up the house, 45 minutes seemed like an eternity. We would keep checking on the cake and sticking forks in it to check whether its done. I really didn't know what I'm looking for when I used to stick in that fork in the cake, but seemed like following suite of my mom would seem like the right thing to do.. :P.
Finally when she (the cake) used to step out of that oven, her hard brown crust, that rich smell of freshly baked homemade cake used to fill in the house. And yet, once again we were not allowed to eat as it was for the evening party. Did I not mention that there's a party? Well then how do you celebrate Christmas eve without a party?!! :) All that we were allowed to have was the left overs of the once batter and now crusty remains of the cake on the baking utensil. We were not happy about it, but it kind of gave us some hope and more patience to endure through the long never-ending wait..!
Mom, would have made some gala culinary treats which would not be, lets put it plainly, not-so-Christmas-y..
The carols which have been playing in the backdrop since morning almost seems like a part of the ambience by now."Rudolph the red nosed reindeer..", "Jingle Bells..", "We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year..", "..Christmas is all around you..", "I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.."....just aboout everything.!
Dim yellow lights (which I always find very depressing somehow seems to suit this occasion ), the glimmering automatic lights, the Victorian wreaths, the endless golden bells, the mistletoes, the mother fairy, the stars ...just about everything completed my Christmas eve.
After everything was said and done, and all the guests had left for their respective homes. My dad and me would still be singing along with the carols and be so darned happy about it.
We (the kids) would somehow end up sleeping with socks under our pillows and the next morning we would radically find a Rs.100 note in it and thus believe in Santa Claus. As I started getting older, I came to know the real truth about Santa Claus,but that never dampened my spirits. I'd wrap things of the household and give it to my family as Christmas gifts. A few years later, I'd get money from my parents and buy individual gifts for everyone for Christmas. My mom and dad had realised the monster they had nurtured and instead of resisting they decided to give in to my whims as that seemed less futile, besides at some level who doesn't like gifts :D. I positively remember the few times that my parents had actually bought us Christmas gifts, the tradition that I'd manage to incorporate and enforce..!
Now, years have passed, there have been many Christmas eve-s where we've not had a party, but the joy of celebration has always been there. My first Christmas where my brother won't be home, but the memory is still there. The many Christmas's where my father's not there, but the idea of the cake and the way it fills up the house and my soul is still there. My grandmother is no longer with us but her eyes sparkling with all the ongoing excitement of something still vivid as a picture. The happiness that I felt and the chill that ran down my spine every time when I saw a Rs. 100 note in my sock which was nicely kept under my pillow, still worth it. Guess that's what matters, life's after all a scrapbook, you can just picturise a certain few things when you think of a certain occassion, and relive the moments again and again and again, and the joy of reliving the moment completes you in ways you could have never imagined.
Now, years have passed, there have been many Christmas eve-s where we've not had a party, but the joy of celebration has always been there. My first Christmas where my brother won't be home, but the memory is still there. The many Christmas's where my father's not there, but the idea of the cake and the way it fills up the house and my soul is still there. My grandmother is no longer with us but her eyes sparkling with all the ongoing excitement of something still vivid as a picture. The happiness that I felt and the chill that ran down my spine every time when I saw a Rs. 100 note in my sock which was nicely kept under my pillow, still worth it. Guess that's what matters, life's after all a scrapbook, you can just picturise a certain few things when you think of a certain occassion, and relive the moments again and again and again, and the joy of reliving the moment completes you in ways you could have never imagined.
As my mother asks me every year when ever I make my Christmas demands. "So, Cherry, what religion are we again?"
And, I'd proudly say,"It's more like being part of a SECULAR COUNTRY Ma"!
Merry Christmas everybody, wherever you are..!
Friday, 31 October 2008
"I'll be there for you..."
A series that was started by 3 brilliant people, in the year 1994, went on to be the longest running series and shaped our concept of fashion, friendship and life in a way so different that we wouldn't recognise ourselves today without it.
Friends...3 ordinary guys and girls with regular ordinary daily problems and mannerisms...and how they conquer their own problems..and strive to be what they want and get better at what they really strived for..!
Joseph Francis Tribbiani..a striving actor, an Italian from the suburbs of Queens, goes through endless number of hardships, from acting in Pinocchio plays to absurd baseless plays, from getting kicked out of being the butt double of Robert de Niro to being cut off as the lead in a major television show, Days of our lives...he finds a way to survive in the industry and finds a way to the top..!
Ross Geller, a high school geek turned palaeontologist gets married for 4 years to Carol who eventually turns lesbian, while bearing his child, Ben, and is together brought up by Susan and Carol. He ends up marrying thrice and a series of OFF & ON relationships with Rachel Green. He also had a child with Rachel, called Emma, but decides to remain unmarried. He becomes a famous palaeontologist; eventually settling to make ends meet with Rachel.
Rachel Green, a normal sophomore supposed to marry an established orthodontist, Barry Farber, but backs out at the last minute to find a way on her own.She fights to make it to the top , fights against her parents and their wishes and eventually ends up as a buyer in Ralph Lauren and an independent mother bearing the child with Ross, their daughter called Emma Geller-Green.
Monica Geller, sister of Ross Geller, who was undermined by her parents about her capabilities, proves them all wrong. An extremely obese female who loses weight to seek revenge on Chandler Bing (Ross's friend), who criticised her. She turns head chef of an extremely famous restaurant (Alessandro) and falls in love with Chandler Bing over a one night stand.
Chandler Bing, a professional data processor, born to a mother who writes raunchy novels and a father who changed his sex to turn into a drag queen. An excessive smoker who fights to give up the habit and after many a kick backs finally kisses it goodbye. He used humour as his defence mechanism, an extremely immature guy filled with mannerisms, one failure after another and a guy afraid of commitment. He falls in love with Monica, over an one night stand. Then ends up marrying her turning to be the perfect husband, they have difficulties having children and adopt twins.
Phoebe Buffay, an illegitimate child whose adopted mother killed herself when she was 5, strived hard, found aroma therapy, learnt how to play the guitar by herself and wrote her own songs and earned off the streets,and as a masseuse. She falls in love with a divorced lawyer called Mike, who retired from law for living to play the piano. Mike, born off rich, well-off parents provided Phoebe with everything normal that had been missing from her life.
It was a series that had such constant pace and momentum to it. One can never point a finger at "Friends" and say, "this is absurd!". I agree there were shows as classic as, "Happy Days" and "Three's Company", but none of them could dream of achieving what "Friends" achieved. It portrays every bit of inspiration that all of us need at some point or the other..be it quit smoking, move on after a bad relationship, lose weight [:P]...simply every tiny bit of it..awe inspiring..!!!
A series that portrayed everything that represents as I can say "glass half full", everything that is good and still alive amidst us. Everything that required some patting on our back; that reminds you that goodness still dwells and how much your friends can actually make a difference and help you out in those dead rough patches which do not wish to move on.
"I can't have enough of friends..20 years from now and I'll still be watching 'FRIENDS' ".
Friends...3 ordinary guys and girls with regular ordinary daily problems and mannerisms...and how they conquer their own problems..and strive to be what they want and get better at what they really strived for..!
Joseph Francis Tribbiani..a striving actor, an Italian from the suburbs of Queens, goes through endless number of hardships, from acting in Pinocchio plays to absurd baseless plays, from getting kicked out of being the butt double of Robert de Niro to being cut off as the lead in a major television show, Days of our lives...he finds a way to survive in the industry and finds a way to the top..!
Ross Geller, a high school geek turned palaeontologist gets married for 4 years to Carol who eventually turns lesbian, while bearing his child, Ben, and is together brought up by Susan and Carol. He ends up marrying thrice and a series of OFF & ON relationships with Rachel Green. He also had a child with Rachel, called Emma, but decides to remain unmarried. He becomes a famous palaeontologist; eventually settling to make ends meet with Rachel.
Rachel Green, a normal sophomore supposed to marry an established orthodontist, Barry Farber, but backs out at the last minute to find a way on her own.She fights to make it to the top , fights against her parents and their wishes and eventually ends up as a buyer in Ralph Lauren and an independent mother bearing the child with Ross, their daughter called Emma Geller-Green.
Monica Geller, sister of Ross Geller, who was undermined by her parents about her capabilities, proves them all wrong. An extremely obese female who loses weight to seek revenge on Chandler Bing (Ross's friend), who criticised her. She turns head chef of an extremely famous restaurant (Alessandro) and falls in love with Chandler Bing over a one night stand.
Chandler Bing, a professional data processor, born to a mother who writes raunchy novels and a father who changed his sex to turn into a drag queen. An excessive smoker who fights to give up the habit and after many a kick backs finally kisses it goodbye. He used humour as his defence mechanism, an extremely immature guy filled with mannerisms, one failure after another and a guy afraid of commitment. He falls in love with Monica, over an one night stand. Then ends up marrying her turning to be the perfect husband, they have difficulties having children and adopt twins.
Phoebe Buffay, an illegitimate child whose adopted mother killed herself when she was 5, strived hard, found aroma therapy, learnt how to play the guitar by herself and wrote her own songs and earned off the streets,and as a masseuse. She falls in love with a divorced lawyer called Mike, who retired from law for living to play the piano. Mike, born off rich, well-off parents provided Phoebe with everything normal that had been missing from her life.
It was a series that had such constant pace and momentum to it. One can never point a finger at "Friends" and say, "this is absurd!". I agree there were shows as classic as, "Happy Days" and "Three's Company", but none of them could dream of achieving what "Friends" achieved. It portrays every bit of inspiration that all of us need at some point or the other..be it quit smoking, move on after a bad relationship, lose weight [:P]...simply every tiny bit of it..awe inspiring..!!!
A series that portrayed everything that represents as I can say "glass half full", everything that is good and still alive amidst us. Everything that required some patting on our back; that reminds you that goodness still dwells and how much your friends can actually make a difference and help you out in those dead rough patches which do not wish to move on.
"I can't have enough of friends..20 years from now and I'll still be watching 'FRIENDS' ".
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
All I could do is write about it
Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere
There ain't no place I ain't never gone
But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just ain't no place like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.
Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin'
Well you better listen to my song
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.
I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland
But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes
'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.
Courtesy: Lynyrd Skynyrd
There ain't no place I ain't never gone
But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just ain't no place like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.
Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin'
Well you better listen to my song
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.
I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland
But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes
'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.
Courtesy: Lynyrd Skynyrd
ETERNALLY "mine"...
So there we were..me and my friends on a quick runaway from the ever dreading painful campus..to my home sweet home..and Calcutta..
And, being a book lover and having friends who share the same passion..off we went to college street at our earliest opportunity..
A very usual concept of haggling and shouting and everything that follows to pull off a smart one..which acts both ways..cause the shopkeeper doesn't want to let you rip him off..and you don't want to get ripped off by the shopkeeper..more like a viscious circle..
Then a rare book by Virginia Woolf was picked up by one of my friends..and as we opened the book inside it was written in a hasty fashion...
"Sheela,
Sorry for being late again..
Love always,
Rishi.
20.02.28".
It was then that it occurred to me that may be the lucky couple made it through and got married and passed away and their books got sold off by their children, may be they broke up and she sold it off or gave it away or gave it back to him. Millions of possibilities..May be it was the n'th time that the book was getting sold..God knows how and where the book is going to end up..But it will always bear the memoir of the fact that it was given by "Rishi" to "Sheela"..forever and for always...
A gift that will stand all by itself forever and for always...The perfect gift..cause one always looks for the various gifts that could be brought so that they always have never lose it..untampered by time..and somehow i turned glad for all the books that I'd ever got as gifts..cause they are now and forever.. "Eternally mine"...
And, being a book lover and having friends who share the same passion..off we went to college street at our earliest opportunity..
A very usual concept of haggling and shouting and everything that follows to pull off a smart one..which acts both ways..cause the shopkeeper doesn't want to let you rip him off..and you don't want to get ripped off by the shopkeeper..more like a viscious circle..
Then a rare book by Virginia Woolf was picked up by one of my friends..and as we opened the book inside it was written in a hasty fashion...
"Sheela,
Sorry for being late again..
Love always,
Rishi.
20.02.28".
It was then that it occurred to me that may be the lucky couple made it through and got married and passed away and their books got sold off by their children, may be they broke up and she sold it off or gave it away or gave it back to him. Millions of possibilities..May be it was the n'th time that the book was getting sold..God knows how and where the book is going to end up..But it will always bear the memoir of the fact that it was given by "Rishi" to "Sheela"..forever and for always...
A gift that will stand all by itself forever and for always...The perfect gift..cause one always looks for the various gifts that could be brought so that they always have never lose it..untampered by time..and somehow i turned glad for all the books that I'd ever got as gifts..cause they are now and forever.. "Eternally mine"...
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