Distant notes

It's been quite a few days since my last post and there has been a few instances which I thought of blogging, but eventually surrendered to my laziness and procrastination. Whenever I think of a new post, the ideas in their rudimentary form appear reluctant to shape up, which can be attributed partially to the fact that I have to write it in a language which is still foreign to me. The vocabulary and the articulation of the sentences still eludes me. Though I have come a long way in adopting a foreign language in which there's a conscious effort on my part to channel the thoughts in those non-native waters; still I grapple with the problem of finding the appropriate synonyms to accurately portray a situation, the right words describing the emotions, the exact adjectives to illustrate something or somebody. I do admit that its still a bit cumbersome for me to introspect and reflect in English which is not the case with Bengali, my vernacular tongue.


As I found out gradually that acquiring a decent vocabulary or learning the grammar never leads you to a state where you can learn the intricacies of carefully expressing the subtleties or enjoy the play of words in a conversation, it only prepares you for that; but the proper usage and picking up a dialect with the right accent can only be learnt through sharing with other people who are fluent in it. The tons of books and newspapers and movies can only make you comfortable with the form of communication but will never embed it in you until and unless you really get to interact with those for whom it comes spontaneously. I have been staying in Chennai for quite some time now and though initially I was quite reluctant to learn the tongue twisting vocabs of Tamil, but through regular interaction with the locals and gradual eagerness to exploit a new culture, I have managed at least to communicate the necessary exchanges of daily life. To be perfectly honest, only the idea of exploring the rich Tamil literature and understanding the interesting Tamil-movies have inspired me to learn it.


Its always an exciting and en lighting journey to learn a new language and the pleasure of interacting with the locals in their native tongue certainly has its dividends.We truly get to know the people of a place through their language.Hope to learn a few more of the south-Indian lingos before I move to a new place.

An evening well spent

If you'r dripping wet and waiting for some form of transportation for 45min in an almost deserted bus depot at night, with no company, how do you feel? Irritated initially, then gradually fuming at your helplessness and after a while sombre when you realize that you can't do much to change this.

Actually yesterday evening started off quite well for me until me and my friends decided to hit the beach. We went to Besantnagar Beach(in Chennai) to eat some delicious fish, prawn and squid fries. But those of you who live in this part of the world will agree with me when I say that the Chennai beaches really give the Rio carnival a run for its money on the weekends. To appreciate this jamboree we joined a mixed group of youngsters and middle-aged not-so-romantic people who were happily trying to play their part in the marine population control. We guys had barely started on our first round of prawns when all of a sudden a tempest hit us. The scene quickly resembled the bull-run on the streets of Spain, with everybody in sight running for a cover. Reluctant to abandon our delicious prawns, we decided to put our feet down against the downpour(cheeky, ehh), having our faith on the lack of stamina of mid-July-Chennai-monsoon. Soon enough we realised that the clouds have prepared themselves well for this assault when we were soaked to our bones. But I can say this much that we showed our doggedness by cleaning off the plates. Then we lit up our cigarettes and went to the edge of the water. Here I would like to point out to the skeptics that it's really tough to lit a wet cigarette, but once lit you can puff it away under a waterfall. So shivering in our wet clothes, we guys discussed grave issues like how fast we can run in the wet sand when the first signs of Tsunami are visible. Just then we noticed a group of guys digging around in the sand. Somebody in our group suggested that maybe they are taking new measures for rain water conservation while another one came up with an even more brilliant idea that they are digging the small trenches to catch some fishes by trapping them. It turned out that one of them had actually lost a ring and the whole group was searching for it by plowing the area. As the word spread around over enthusiastic volunteers braved the rain to join them. As I had to reach my room so I started off wondering if it might would have been easier for them to find the proverbial needle in a barn.

Now drenched and cold I reach the Gandhinagar bus depot to narrowly miss my bus. After that I realised how utterly frustrating and disgusting it's to wait in soaked socks with half your clothes covered in sand. After almost 50min of this ordeal I finally got my bus and tried to make myself comfortable wondering whether I have developed webbed feet or my skin will peel off when I will finally roll down the socks.

Printed words...

When was the last time that you read a book and truly felt connected with it, the last time that you wanted with all your heart that you could emulate a character from that book, wanted that the storyline prolongs itself to include infinite plots, subplots, characters and whatever is necessary to continue the flow of narration? Well SHANTARAM is one that has captured my imagination in more ways then one. Though I was rushing to finish it, savoring the unexpected twists and turns, but I was feeling guilty for hurrying it and pensive that like all good things in life the book was also destined to be read its last words, sooner or later. The lyrical narrative and the arresting turn of events just got me hooked for the last few days. Though there are only a few books that I have reread, I was quite sure even before finishing that this one would be certainly in that list. The book is going to be made into a movie, but I'm sure it'll be impossible to capture in celluloid the wildness of the protagonist's character or the philosophies he has attained from the exploration of his soul. I once heard that "words corrupt the emotions" but I can't strongly agree with that now.

Whenever we read a book we're trying to have a view of the various situations, and emotions from the author's perspective and it's like sitting in the head of that guy and watching through his eyes. This reminds me of the film BEING JOHN MALKOVICH. It's not necessary that we should always agree to the author's angle but it certainly gets us to look at things in a different light. What mesmerizes me more is not the word play but the way of simplifying the complicated stuff. For me books can be the best friend, guide and teacher that a man can ask for. They helps us to understand the things in a better and profound way. They guide us not to search the best answers in life but to ask the right questions.

I still remember the time when I was a toddler and my mother used to read me stories and I was anxious to explore the hidden treasures concealed in those printed pages. Still I feel the same way and hope that this yearning and fascination for the printed stuff would never wane.

Let's have a fag...

I took my cigarette and took a long puff. The cauterizing air filled me and then I deeply inhaled, feeling the slow toxin coursing through and filling my lungs. The smoky thoughts started swirling as I pondered over a question one of my friend asked a couple of days back, “Why did you start smoking again?” Actually, it was not a conscious decision, rather an answer to my escapism and loneliness. I had abstained from smoking for 9 long years. The first time I started when I was a teenager, just to get the kick out of being macho; to try and impress others in some silly way, convinced that it'll make me appear older than my peers. Boyish fascination for attaining early manhood. Then after a few years I quit, for no reason in particular and now the old ghost is back.

A parable is coming to my mind which I heard from my friend D. It went like this, once Prophet Mohammed was walking through a dessert when he saw a snake dying. He picked up the snake and nursed it. As soon as the snake got better it asked Mohammed, why he had taken care of a venomous snake like him. Mohammed replied that it was in his nature to take care for any ailing life. Then the snake replied that as it was Mohammed's nature to take care of all living beings, the snake's nature was to bite anything that touched it. So, the snake asked the Prophet for permission to follow its nature. The Prophet agreed to it and the snake bit Him on His hand. The Prophet then sucked the blood out from there and spit it out on the ground. From that spit a plant grew which was the tobacco plant, and thus the tobacco has the venom of a snake and the soothing charm of Prophet.

Every time I pick up a fag, the first few drags are so wonderful, refreshing but after a while it gets boring. The smoke starts tasting bitter and then gradually the fire starts dying down leaving the last few puffs. Which is when I oddly realize that my companion is leaving me, maybe a little too early. I try to hold on to it a little longer and take the last puff, inhaling the smoke and holding my breath for those few seconds, bidding adieu until I lit my next one.

It rained.

It rained tonight.

The relief was overwhelming from the stifling summer night's heat. The signs were quite clear from the evening. The air was still, everything gloomy and the sky a shade of dark purple-orange. Slowly the clouds overcasted the stars and the slice of moon. The anticipation was building up for the climax of experiencing monsoon's first showers.

I love the monsoon and I mean I really love the monsoon with all its varied forms of drizzle, thunderstorms and every other form of precipitation. Gradually the sparks started flying in the clouds. The power went off, maybe to compliment the approaching spectacle. The dazzling white lightning streaked across the blue illuminating it with the most brilliant display of fireworks imaginable. And the rumble of the thunder that followed, ohh ho ho, the deep sonorous sound vibrating the earth with the occasional sharp crackling. The lightning and thunder, the best light-and-sound show that can be enjoyed. The wind gave them perfect company by rushing in the cool smell of the approaching showers. Suddenly everything was calm signaling the start of the show. The stage was set for the grand entry, and then it happened.

First, the big fat drops started making way like the jugglers heading a huge carnival. They started releasing that intoxicating earthy smell from the parched ground. The sweet smell of the arid earth getting soaked. The pattering of the droplets gradually turning to a torrential downpour. The deluge gained momentum with every gust of wind. I couldn't hold any longer and drenched myself underneath the outburst. The cold drops were stinging my face and bare torso, but it was so refreshing that I stood there hypnotized. The water streaming from head to toe stimulating every cell. The downpour gradually subsided to a drizzle and the wind slowing down to a cool breeze. Monsoon's first shower was leaving the stage for the coming spectacles of the season.

Wishing everybody a very wet and refreshing monsoon.

Summer of '07 Travelog.... 1

Have been very busy traveling a lot of places once my darned exams were over.

The first destination was Thanjavur, where my friend Karthick lives. He invited me to visit his place and the vagabond that I am, how could i refuse that one. So went to his place which is a very ancient town comprising of a lot of archaic temples and a very old library. The grandeur of architecture of the temples and the palace was just amazing. The old library has some of the rarest palm-manuscripts and books in its collection, but it was really sad to see the dilapidated condition of these national literary treasures. From Thanjore went to Vellangini, which has the twin claim-to-fame of having the most revered catholic church in India and the place which was worst affected by the Tsunami. We guys spent more time in the beach there then in the church.

Back to Chennai.

The next pit stop was the Maximum city --- Mumbai. The city of dreams, wealth, glitz and glamour and where the word global-village finds its true meaning. This time it was the get together of we 4 school friends after a long interval of 4 years. The trip was spicy, exciting and eventful. We had a blast during that time. The sojourn was over even before we could settle down the excitement of being together after such a long period. Anyway as every good thing comes to an end we were filled with the anticipation of our next rendezvous.

Halt in Chennai for 1 night..

End of part I...

Isolation

Listening to 'Alvida' by James now, powerful song. Nice one after a while. Makes one's mind numb.

Has been spending a long time in my room alone, about 20 hours a day in a single room, with my system, books and myself. Getting a lot of time to think,to reflect, to contemplate, to plan. Quality time. The self-inflicted isolation is comforting. It felt boring initially but now getting to like the seclusion. Though not entirely out of human contact, still preferring this remoteness. The reclusion is making me get sober and organized. Mentally preparing for a lot of things to come. Know a lot of challenges are waiting just round the bend, so getting ready to face them. Have my own Everest to climb; everybody has their own.

Was getting a bit apprehensive initially thinking about all of that, but now the tranquility is setting in. Scrutinizing my mistakes, discovering the strengths, weighing the options it's a journey that maybe will decide how I define my career. Though losing precious time(exams are on) still it's important for me to realize my goals, the way I want my future to get moulded. To set my priorities right, what matters most to me.

Now it's time to walk the path.

Exam Preparation

It's bloody hot in here,almost like a furnace. Slept at 12AM but it was sweltering so couldn't help waking up at 3:30AM. Followed the next rationale thing that any self-respecting student would do 6hrs before exam. But after one-n-half hours and 7 fags couldn't take it any longer. Went out for a jog and had a bath, returning after 25min.

While jogging it was really refreshing(though the T was sticking to my back) to see the dawn gradually approaching. Wondered why don't I wake up early more often. Maybe 'coz it's a bit punishing to wake up by 6:30 when you go to bed at 4:0.

Feeling a bit better now. So sat down a little longer to prepare for the rendezvous. Am feeling extremely hungry but can't go for a bite now. So thought would be a good distraction to spend some time over here. It's time to wrap up, wishing me luck.

Six Movies

Exams are 2 days away, but I'm watching a few movies now, each different from the other. Many people do a lot of things to get relieved from the stress, I for one, watch movies.

I have seen six of them in the last 2 days.

1.The machinist.
2.The perfect catch.
3.American History X.
4.Edward Scissorhands.
5.Black cat,white cat(An Italian Movie).
6.Letters from Iwo Jama

The first one is a Psycopathic thriller where Christian Bale transformed himself into a human skeleton(literally) to adapt to the role. After watching this movie my grey cells started acting funny. Have this weird(that's the term used by a friend to describe me) idea of testing how many days I can go without any sleep, once the exams are over.

The second was a bit of relief with a cute, mushy romantic story.

The third, a movie on racial hatred with Edward Norton delivering a powerful performance.

Scissorhands an off the wall romantic movie by Tim Burton. Johnny Depp as always leaves his mark.

The Italian movie is hilariously funny with the situational comedies. Certainly recommended to cheer you up if you are in a gloomy mood.

The 6th that I finished just now and certainly one of the best war movies I have seen, shows the WWII from a Japanese perspective though directed by Eastwood. Captivating cinematography,moving storyline and a powerful performance by the lead actors (specially
Ken Watanbe) certainly brings it on a par with Platoon,The thin red line,Saving pvt Ryan,No man's land etc.

During this peregrination through the six movies I was drenched in emotions; once somber, again cheerful and latter contemplative. Enjoyed them thoroughly and felt grateful to all the movie fraternity for bringing out such entertaining features. Will find out soon how enjoyable my exams will be. :)

So, I knew.....

So, I knew that she won't answer me back.... So, what....

I made a complete fool of myself.... So, what....

I knew she would turn me down.... So, what....

I tried to dance but I fell....

I knew that my heart would be shattered....

I took my chances....

But, I failed.... So, what....

The blues will be there and so will be you, my love.....

I tried to rise and not fall in love....