Winds of Change ...

A fresh breeze wafts through the window ... A new lease of life ... The leaves rustle  in the trees around ... Fresh breath of life .... I am in love .... Rabba ! Yeh pyar hai ... khumaar hai ... ya bukhaar hai.... Jo bhi hai ... mein beemar hoon ... qaid mein hoon .... apne bas mein nahi ... apne yaar ke pyar mein doobi hoon .... mujhe jaagney naa do .... Ek naya bukhaar ek nayi khumaari ... ajeeb si beemari.

Winds of change ... a different magnitude of emotions ... never experienced before .... a different feeling ... a different person from the rest ... way above them all.

He has brought a freshness in my life ... I walk with a spring in my steps ... I walk with a smile pasted on my lips ... a glow on my face .... my man .... my raqeeb ... my very own love to be loved and cherished forever.
He brightens my day and night ... His eyes show me the shine that makes me want to live forever .... entwined in his arms forever and ever.

The warmth from his being radiating into my being .... A feeling of being safe and secure .... He protects me from any harm. He is the one to give me a fresh lease of life ... The man who breezed into my life with a smile and is here to stay forever.

Every morning I wake up with his thoughts and each night he is there in my thoughts.... my days and nights have become one .... no sleep yet energetic and full of enthusiasm I perform my worldly duties. The days and nights have merged into one ... There is no looking back ... Just move forth with him beside me .... my guiding light ... my man beside me.... I can climb every mountain .. cross every ocean .... Fly like a bird ... soar high , higher .... The highest. He is in my spirit ... he makes me strong ... My strength my man ... I am but his love and his own ... My guiding light ... you are the one who has brought this wind of change ... I dedicate my changed and altered life to you.

You are my wind of change ... you are my Man. My life... my love all yours to keep....and cherish. 

Love in Winters ...

 A coziness known not to the common person but pretty well known to lovebirds who remain in their little world of dreams and each others arms ... oblivious of the stares of the material world around them ... Just deeply engrossed in each other's loving gaze.

A feeling experienced and nodded upon by people who delight in lovers frolic but frowned upon by the keepers of the society. Love in winters means meeting at rendezvous points, having corn on the cob, walking along the promenade and just reveling each others company. I see it all happening and wonder, how? This is how the masses love?

The age of moving hand in hand is coming to an end ... with high end toys replacing the conventional love letters and meeting face to face ... now meetings are done on the networking sites and on webcam ... the essence being lost to machines.

In Earlier days, the lover would travel through rough terrains and mountains and rivers and swim across oceans to be with his loved one... now he shows off the latest gadgets to get the attention he so ardently seeketh from the opposite sex. The days of the well spoken, well worded poetic language is gone; replaced by spurious statements stolen from texts written by others and shown off as their own ... or some cheap song popular in the day and cheap and obscene actions.

Love in winters is all about a cold weather and quilts and garam chai ... pakoras and a good book in hand .... 

A strange feeling ....

A strange feeling has spread over my being ...  A feeling of every move being watched .. every step taken; counted ... Every breath analysed .... Every word spoken; repeated ... Every thing under scrutiny.

Liking the attention ... Watching my back is Big Brother anyways .... So no worries ... No hassles ... Am secure in the feeling that he does check every move I make ... and he ensures that I get the message loud and clear that he is there always ... as a Ghost watching my back and warning me always... in no uncertain tones of anything big coming my way .... Like a Tsunami warning system.

There is no substitute for being watched over .... Free surveillance system ... George Orwell's novel very well personified with Big Brother watching. The mystery unravels itself with each written word ... poor scared soul wondering what is it that she will spill the beans about? Literally every word under a scanner .... every statement torn apart to find the hidden meaning.... reading between the lines.

Know not thou that a woman's heart is an unfathomable Ocean ... many dark secrets lie within the deep recesses of the Ocean floor ... No one has seen the bottom yet .... pretty soon, each secret will be out ... every creature hiding brought forth ... and logged and registered .... a museum made of stories to tell...  true stories indeed.

A strange feeling .... but a good one at that .... not one to be wary of ... but one that makes you look forward to it and living life underwater without gasping for air.

Of Puchkaas and Golu molu women ...

Round, round ... crunchy potato filled savouries dripping wet with tart water ... Puchkaas from the Land of Great Freedom Fighters ... The trams and Buses made mostly of wood and the first Metro of the Nation ... The land of Ganga Sagar and Tollygunge ... The Turf View .... and The Grand Hotel of days of yore ... British era truly signified in the life ... Chowrangee Lane .... The Chinese stuff .... The descendants of Chinese immigrants ... The pure cotton Dhaka Sarees to the Durga Pujo Pandals ... The Calcutta Zoo as known before ... Memories rush in and flood the eyes with fond memories of the puppy love that was ... a Bengali boy looking at her ...  and she oblivious of his feelings playing merrily .... later in life realizing his puppy love for her when others told her ... purity personified.

A perfect semblance in life ... a perfect life in the fauji environment ... great moments to be cherished ... especially the Aelo jhellos and Rossogullas ... The Dance performance that catapulted her to greater heights ... The winning of contests ... a golden era in her life.

Of fat, dark women with beautiful eyes and melodious voices ... Black magic and tales of infidelity quite common .... no wonder .. Don't have to wonder why she is unfaithful to her family and husband ... living in a false and virtual World not her own ... Coz' she has it in her because of who she is ... frustrated dreams... Early marriage at 16 ... now daughter getting married ... sad state of affairs and others enjoying a good tweet at her expense ... sad truth but a grim reality of what technology can do to a bored housewife ... a bane and not a boon at all.

This reminds me of the leather tannery behind Turf View ... The roar of lonely lions in the Zoo ... The polluted water in the river behind, the blood and colour from tanneries along it's bank ... odour of dead cows and flesh ... first hand review of Environmental pollution ... The Victoria Memorial ... The Howrah Bridge ...  The Ballygunge Market ... The history behind the place ... a rich tale of courage and sacrifice.

The fun filled days of sports and curricular activities ... the golf course and the swimming pool .... gay abandon and happiness personified.

A smile fills my face ... reminded of the place ... Of Puchkaas  and Macher jhhol.

A twist of fate ... Crazy indeed!

Never imagined ... Never thought ... That a twist of fate would bring us so close and yet distance us ... miles apart. The imaginations of a twisted mind ... a crazy soul that thought of nothing but his own satisfaction and never the feelings of the women involved. A twist of fate that embroiled the Women in a proxy duel with each other. It was not to be fated with just one unhappy soul but many more in the wings under wraps ... a serial flirt working on emotions and crushing them just like that.

A crazy person ... a bio hidden from the real world and family ... In reality known to be respectable but a heinous individual raping emotions and feelings in the virtual world. Someone with a twisted mind and character maligning others while himself a true devil in character. Sweet talker ... smooth mover ... Gods knows what else!

A twist of fate .... He is in the docks for his crimes against women ... Crazy indeed yet not learnt his lessons well. A hard stance needed to show him the path to righteousness and his real HOME.

No Man ... whoever be he ... has the right to hurt ANY woman ... For he himself might have a wife, Mother, Sister and daughters at home ... What goes around comes around ... It's but one small World ... Isn't it.

So, pay heed to the sharp words of caution .. It is a SMALL WORLD and history repeats itself over and over again ...

A Twist of fate .... You met me ... You shouldn't have ... How you wish ... Don't you?

Sing your song... Dance your dance ... Tell your tale...

Not a tale of two cities but a tale of two lives .... Sing your song ... Dance your dance .... Tell your tale.
The dance of the Love Birds ... The dance of the Millennium ... A beautifully orchestrated music and dance session for your eyes only ... The dance choreographed by the Supreme Being ... A melody to be heard ... Movements fluid and blissful.

Two hearts living in one mind ... Two souls blessed by the Universe... A parody of errors by someone up there .... a catch 22 situation ... But, what the heck! Live on ... Love on .. You only live once ... Live it in a loving relationship ... Sleepless nights yet energetic days full of enthusiasm .. Days filled with yearning for the Lover ... Nights talking endlessly unaware of the time .... till Sunrise just deeply engrossed in lovers talk .... a dialogue that never ends.

No promises ... No commitments ... yet there for each other. Day in and Day out ... Two hearts waiting upon each other ... wanting nothing but lovers smile .... so innocent ... a regal love .... a love incomparable and unfathomable by others. Singing their song ..... Dancing their dance .... Telling their tale..... Untold.

Jaane kahan gaye woh din ...

Jaane kahan gaye woh din kehte thei teri raah mein nazaron ko hum bichaiyengey .. chahey kahin bhi tum raho chahengey tumko umraa bhar... Tumko naa bhool payengey.

Whew! What a rendition ... Soulful music ... straight from the heart. Men, women alike, falling in love ... separating and singing or humming this song .. over the years right from the Seventies to today. the melodies of the bygone era still resonating in homes and hearts of people and making a mark in the current generations emotional quotient. Nothing can match the melancholy notes or the lyrics... the music awesome .... Where are those geniuses today?

Those were the days of Great singers and songwriters ... now all you get is trash... but still the hopes not out ... as long as people remember the classics ... music won't die ... art will vanquish all the inhibitions any one feels.

Long gone are the traditions of days of yore ... long vanished are etiquettes... manners... every jilted lover sings these for whom? Straight faced rascals who leave them for greener pastures. Ah ! The bane of falling in love. A curse for hearts ... A satire on love... A parody of errors ... Nothing but negativity personified.

Where have those days gone? Oh where, Oh where... 

Leap of Faith ...

We all come to a point in life when we need to trust our instincts and take that particular leap of faith. To trust the one who opens up to you trusting you completely. No oddities come in between if you trust the one you open up to.

A leap of faith can open up the vistas of newer you in the new dawn ... a surge of energy to better yourself for that one person who has put his faith in you.

The journey may be troublesome, full of potholes yet at the end of it is someone you can trust your life with. All your secrets unfold before the one who has suddenly appeared out of nowhere in your life. All the rest aside ... you move forth with renewed vigour and vitality ... The travel notwithstanding. You won't get the desired fruit but it's not the desire that you crave for; it's the warmth and comfort in the knowledge that there is someone who cares, who feels and who is no exception but a human after all.

It's the path you have taken that matters the most ... not the end result ... The starting point and the end are clearly marked but not the map of the route you take. It could be treacherous terrains or smooth roads or desert sand ... a vast ocean to cross, a river in turmoil just like your thoughts ... but a heart rendering soulful music fills the confines within and you march ahead smiling and energetic.

All it takes is a leap of faith .... a road winding through falls and ridden with creepy crawlies you may loathe but proceed further you must ... there is no stopover ... there is no turning back .... just the leap you have taken and where you land.

Along the journey ... make sure you don't hurt anyone .... It hurts to be hurt. Have faith and all will be fine ... Else it was never meant to be undertaken ... take it as it is ... with a pinch of salt ... That's what life is all about ... A pinch of Salt... A leap of faith.