A Damsel Fly !

Insomnia makes philosophers

2011-02-16T23:06:00.003+05:30

Last night I couldn't sleep for a long time! I tried breathing in and out, did not work. I tried to count, started at 1, went upto 490 and then decided that I couldnt be so pathetic to go any further. And then I thought about a hundred things, till I could go back to sleep and decided that life is all about companionship.Insomnia (Just as a one night stand... I am not a patient) can make

Happy Diwali

2010-11-06T00:06:00.001+05:30

A Diwali night.By the open window,I stand.On the flyoverCars sped... Noisy!My pair of eyesGraze the sky.Diwali crackersGlitters in the dark.Beautiful.And my lips partinto a smile.The pair of eyesWatched...for hours.On the tableLay my phone.Silent...Drowned into the noiseOf passing carsAnd firecrackers.

From the Diary of a daily Passenger : The Abrupt End

2010-09-11T09:31:00.002+05:30

After this long break.. I thought of writing the next chapter of the series... but I realised that I have lost a big part of the things that I had in mind. And I am at loss of words right now... So, here comes the end of it... I feel sorry to end it this way...Maybe someday I would add up another chapter to it... But for the time being.. this is it.

At Bangalore!

2010-07-05T17:15:00.003+05:30

I had been waiting to get down to bangalore and join the company I was placed in. And finally when I am here, I am actually trying to like the things that I am doing. I am trying to like my training sessions, my weekends and my evenings at the PG. Don't get me wrong! I am not miserable. I am simply not able to be myself. The self that I loved being. Confusing right ??? *grin* Even I am in a

Happy Birthday !

2010-01-29T01:06:00.005+05:30

Whose? Well... it was mine. Wish me ! *chuckle*I had not so bad a day. The friends i had been staying with, forgot it was my birthday, and since I wasn't expecting that, I did not care to remind them. It was half an hour to 28th jan (the day) when i got a call for an advance wish and then they remembered. For the next five minutes they lamented about the fact that they forgot and did not have a

The walk.

2010-01-26T19:12:00.006+05:30

I walk the streets...To escapethe voices in my head.I walk miles,to restmy tired feet.I walk alone...To put asideuntamed loneliness.As I walk through exhaust fumes,As thoughts rain on me,A lump chokes me up.The eye brims.I walk until its dark.And then turn back.I know I need to get back...Under a roof.That night,When I go to bed, I make a wish.A wish...That I didn't have to return.That i could

From the Diary of a Daily Passenger : Chapter 12

2009-11-10T22:23:00.000+05:30

She answered, “Balia. At my in-laws.”“You traveling alone?”“No, No. My husband is sleeping up there.” And she bent down a little and then twisted herself to face upwards and pointed at the upper berth.Anindita had noticed the man snoring there. She said, “Oh.”It was quiet for sometime. Then the woman said again, “He is my husband.”Anindita smiled and nodded. The woman continued, “I have one son.

From the Diary of a Daily Passenger : Chapter 11

2009-11-09T18:36:00.002+05:30

The woman replied, “Dunno ! But I don’t think so. I think it’s just their middle class mentality not to let the wife work.”“Hmm. I will look for the tickets today and will let you know tomorrow. Fine with you?”“Yes. You are not listening to me, but I think we must quit this job.”“Arey, don’t worry about it right now. We will think about it later.And then Anindita’s hearing system unable to filter

From the Diary of a Daily Passenger : Chapter 10

2009-08-29T17:09:00.001+05:30

Anindita arrived at the station early. Her seat was occupied. A big family was traveling. Lots of suitcases and bags lay about, children kept running around, mothers at their heels calling them back. She walked round to the next seat. It was empty. She sat down at one side of it and listened to the family chattering about hundreds of things. What she deciphered was that they were heading for a

From Tears to Smile : A Guest Post authored by Neha Sharma

2009-08-27T22:40:00.003+05:30

The Introduction: Neha, One of my most wonderful friends! One person, I know I can turn up to whenever I feel like the whole world is crashing down and I have no where to go. One fine evening, she was upset. We had a little chat. And then as goodbyes were said, Neha promised me a post for my blog. Thank you Neha for the honour. About her: She is a wonderful poet, singer and above all a beautiful

From the diary of a daily passenger : Chapter 09

2009-08-25T08:08:00.003+05:30

The man kept arguing. The only argument he had was that he was a railway employee and he worked hard for the passengers and the passengers must let him travel in comfort and actually, railway employees were allowed to get into sleeper class compartments and sit where ever they wanted to. Nobody was allowed to question them. One passenger demanded his I-card and he produced one. The I-card was

From the Diary of the Daily Passenger : Chapter 08

2009-08-23T22:47:00.002+05:30

That day Anindita was a bit pissed off with lots of things. She wasn't her usual self. She was quieter than usual and wasn't in the mood to be her usual nicer self. So, she preferred to stay aloof and quiet. She did not feel like enjoying her Balia express company. And she knew she would land up in some trouble if she did not keep herself aloof.As she boarded the train, she walked up to the end

Fully Untagged !

2009-08-23T10:02:00.003+05:30

Tagged by Dhiman ! It is called "the mind game". The rule is Answer all these questions starting with the first letter of your name. You cannot use one word twice and cannot use your name for the boy/girl names. And tag people.And here goes the tag....1. What is your name: Mou2. A four Letter Word: meal3. A boy’s Name:Mahul (thts my brother's name.. i guess thts allowed !)4. A girl’s Name:

A bit of Explanation

2009-08-18T21:04:00.004+05:30

Recently I posted "A Perfect Love Story", then let it stay on the blog for a few hours and then deleted it, saying that it was a little personal.People are getting me wrong. I am down with questions from many. I guess the title did the trick. Trust me it wasn't about my love story. I have no *such* complains about my love story !I had watched three wonderfully unrealistic, dramatic love stories

Untagging !

2009-08-15T17:54:00.007+05:30

First of all... Happy Independence Day !Have been off the blogging world for the last few days.. been out of station... Am back again, got a huge backlog of posts to be read...I start with the untagging process. Tagged by Shilpa1. The jhatpat Tag2. My life in NumbersLets start with the first one :The tag is called Jhatpat tag... Lets see...1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find

Pencil Work

2009-08-13T09:07:00.000+05:30

From the Diary of Daily Passenger : Chapter 07

2009-08-10T20:43:00.004+05:30

The children played. Anindita watched. The train stopped at Madhupur, midway her journey. A man got into the compartment, handed the lady a two packets of Kurkure and a frooti. They had a little chat about some phone calls. Anindita looked about. A lot of people got down at Madhupur and a few people boarded. Some of them were men. A young boy was also there. He had saffron clothes on. He looked

From the Diary of A Daily Passenger : Chapter 06

2009-08-09T07:11:00.001+05:30

Anindita loved Saturdays. On Saturdays office was over by 12.30 p.m. It took her twenty minutes to cycle to the station. If she cycled fast, she managed it in 15 minutes. She boarded the train at 2 o'clock if the train be at right time. And by 4.30 p.m. she was home, on her bed lying down, resting her tired body, waiting for her mother to serve food.She arrived at the station at 12.55 p.m., went

An Ode to Friendship

2009-08-07T17:43:00.010+05:30

The walk on the railway tracks,By the river as our laughter cracks,As the sun dips into the watersDuring the dusky hours.Dark waters flow by.Under the moon we lie.A word or two, but often silence talks...Barefoot on little pieces of rocks.As the evening clouds turn red...A lone bird flies with a crumb of bread...Two pairs of eyes smile.Two hands held... for miles !Those miles end...What

Un-Welcoming change

2009-08-03T23:31:00.004+05:30

She never thought that at one point of time in her life, she would sit up one night and wonder what was going wrong? Or maybe was it going right? All she could do was wonder. She had always been stubborn with her thoughts. She had made her own rules about life, applied her own logic to them. She had lived with people and adjusted well, loved and was equally loved, but her thoughts were born out

From the Dairy of a Daily Passenger : Chapter 05

2009-07-31T10:49:00.006+05:30

The man asked, “You are a Bengali and you stay in Jharkhand?”“Yes. My parents work here.”“See, I am a Bihari and I stayed all my life in Kolkata and you are a Bengali and you always stayed in Bihar.” The man laughed.Anindita smiled at his amusement.When he was done, he continued, “Bengalis have a good culture. I like it, maybe because I have lived in Kolkata since my childhood. The best things

From the Dairy of a Daily Passenger : Chapter 04

2009-07-29T17:12:00.009+05:30