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Life is now all about "www" - we all are trapped in the web. Just name it and its very much popular as virtual concept.

On every occasion I wonder do people still meet and celebrate? Or they prefer doing that virtually?There was a time, not too far though,may be 15 years back I still can remember life used to be so different.

Sunday used to be fun day - a complete family day when the entire family used to be together, watching Ramayana or Mahabharata together, enjoying breakfast followed by a lavishing lunch. May be shopping or eating out or going to park together in the evening.

Now Sundays give me a different picture.

Why only Sunday, these days even friends prefer meeting and communicating over social networking sites most of the time or may be 365 days!!! Life has become an open book - we know whats on everyone's mind, we know each and every update of everyone. And more over we react with our comments as if we are the best buddies!!! Kind of extended families. On an average everyone has above 500 friends - out of those 500 friends may be 50 friends are quite regular. Some of them just observe quietly on each and every activity.

I, myself being so addicted with the social networking sites - still I wonder are all of them my friends?? Will I be confident calling them during some odd hours if I be in need? Well I dont think so.

In fact, it has become so strange that even staying in the same home or being neighbors we prefer connecting over net rather than shedding our laziness and move a bit!!

And those colourful, beautiful greeting cards with nice messages have almost reached to a dead end.Hardly few prefer buying a greeting card these days. Wishes to through sms or just one lines on the social networking wall.

Well am not at all cribbing. Am quite excited with the future of this virtual life. Friends will be virtual, family will be virtual till some extent. We will try making all the excuses not to meet face to face but use our smart phones almost all the time to be connected. At least we are connected somehow!!!! Good way to dig into someone's life....

May be a day will come when we will celebrate diwali, holi, durga puja, Eid, new year, Christmas and other festival virtually - virtual crackers, virtual idols, virtual food and everything virtual....

Doest seem impossible to me anymore.....

In fact now it wont be wrong if I start thinking of my falling in love, getting married and even (if possible) to have kids through this "www" way .... everything virtual.... saves so much time!!! Nahi??? and yeah... virtually we cab assume the way we want - a bit away from reality. Everything customized according to our need, our desire.....

Pages from the Arabian Nights ...

Loving you...

Loving you has become an illusion - too intense, too insane to be expressed in words.loving you has become beyond love & senses....your existence has lost the tangibility still it makes me feel the passionate warmth...insanity in loving you keeps me sane....

Sarashwati Puja

At home.so at peace. have been chatting with friends.suddenly heard few kids shouting loud at out gate saying "kakima kakima" (aunty). Well I dont like being disturbed most of the time but had to go out to see the need.Kakima ( the aunty of the kids and my mom) was taking rest so I had to attend the kids.

Well, as soon as I went out they asked me "Sarashwati pujo r chanda" Ohh... they were collecting fund for Sarashwati Puja, the puja for godess Sarashwati and more than that its another version of Valentine's day in West Bengal.

On this very day all the teenagers can walk out of their home freely since morning till late evening. Girls look beautiful in sari and guys wait for the day so eagerly. Since morning, the single hearts wait to meet another single heart, and engaged hearts get another beautiful day to spend together.

During my childhood, life was more simple. I too used to wait for the day for the whole year. Being brought up in a bit conservative family I was not so allowed to freak out so this day was my golden chance to put on some make up and wear sari and go out with friends.having gol gappas, sweets and chat for long.I remember, our school and most of the schools used to have big time puja and everyone used to gather. Ours was girls school but we could see the crowd of guys too with girls.Khichdi was being served at school. We might not like the taste but yes loved being with friends beyond school timing.

I remember, we used to collect chanda from the area so do this puja,people were not so willing to trust the kids and contribute. But few of them wanted the puja to happen so not by assisting financially they used to guide too. From buying the idol, arrange everything else - it was so much of fun. 3 days we never used to study. It was a good excuse not to study. We had a rule to study every evening for 3/4 hours!! It was so different that time. No TV, no fun nothing. Life had the same routine. And all of us used to follow that.

Now I dont remember its been how long that I didnt even see and enjoy Sarashwati puja. Those days things were not so easily available so we used to wait for the whole year to wait for this one day - a day of freedom, a day of love, a day of fun and a day where we used be a bit independent.

So much planning we girls usd to do - what sari to wear, what make up to put on (make up that time means lip stick and a bit of junk jewellery nothing beyond) so in schools and after school for few weeks our discussion point used to be Sarashwati puja.It was fun when each of the girls knew they were being watched and appreciated by few admirers and we used to cherish that feelings. Those moments where silence used to express more than words, where eyes used to speak more.

And finally after a day, this used to come to an end. We all with tears in eyes used to go to bid good bye... to the day and the idol. I still remember we all used to shout for hours saying "Asche bochor abar hobe" ( next year it will happen again)

I miss those moments of Sarashwati puja. I wish to go back to those days.

Being a little Bizarre

Its a Sunday.Having one long weekend and trust me I am wasting it. I planned a lot for today but didn't bother to step out of my room Didn't even cook for myself.Yah, I have been feeling so so so lazy. The morning was beautiful, it was sunny & its no more hot.Its pleasant. So much I felt to hop on to some less known place - even may be Chandni Chawk - but at of the day I am at my room and on my bed.

I have been thinking what I actually want to do?My passion? I found myself blank. I love speed - i love biking, I love photography, I love movies and music and books...sometimes cooking too then what stops me doing so?I am blank, i can see things but fail to feel and analyze. Where are those crazy yet funny out of the box ideas and plans?

Somehow over a period of time, I have stopped thinking crazy (which i believe to be creative) and i think what i am supposed to think or i am expected to think, which is normal.The word is mechanical.Its true, the more convenient and easier life has become, the less are using our brain - being more tech savvy means using less our our grey cells. Loosing the capability of seeing the ordinary thing in an extra ordinary way...

I wish,I get back my craze and the enthusiasm to think and do everything which most of the people thing to be bizarre. I love being so.

My idea about Happy Birth Day

My birth day...( when you are away from family)

I have always been very excited about it. Does not matter how old I am but I believe i will always be so. Its a day when you have all the luxuries in your life, people treat you as a princess.Every one makes you feel as if you are the special most person on this earth and trust me I completely enjoy it.

Birth day for me is always to be celebrated big time at night - bang on 00 hours, the very moment the date starts. How it should be?hmmmm... Since I am so fond of candles, flowers and balloons - it has to be filled with candles and petals and balloons everywhere. And a chocolate cake is the must, so as lots of friends or even select special friends will do. Then chit chat, music and dance and some madness ofcouse.

Then comes the next day. The morning seems beutiful because you still can see the petals, the balloons all around and the memories of last night. You get up and start rceiving lots of calls and messages - your friends and relatives still wish you. Though sending paper card these days a little back dated so people prefer wishing on SMS or even social networking sites. Some close friends and family call you. Then you get some special menu for break fast and lunch. Probably you wear new clothes which you mom sent you for your birth day or start usuing the new mobile phone or camera that your dad or brother has gifted you.

Of couse the evening party is the craziest thing. You invite all your buds to go crazy. Another cake, friends and lots of fun...

And the best thing amidst all these is if you receive some unexpected call or sms from someone special...and I am sure one will go mad if its beyond a call or sms...like a bouquet or chocolates or even a teddy....or any damn thing....

Ahhh... a busy day!!!I wish everyone of us can celebrate his or her birth day at least 3 times a year...who doesnt wanna be pampered?to feel like a princess??

I am waiting eagerly for my Happy Wala Birth Day...

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Don't know why but each city looks different during festivals,and trust me its a very different feeling during, pre and post festivals. I feel nostalgic. I feel as if the same sun set, the same breeze, the same moon, the same nights and same sun rise for years - the only difference lies between the people around you. Everything remains the same then why not people?the weather becomes a little heavy...you can actually feel the memories...as if they come one by one and touch you gentle...and pass by gradually.

Sometime,im sure, it happens so that few people come in our lives who become so special that their very presence fill up the surrounding with so much of passion,so much of colour, so much of happiness and meaning in life. It boosts the spirit of life. And you end up feeling that you can go to any extent for that person - there remains nothing call 'impossible' when just a smile on the face of the person is concern. You feel to get all the happiness for that person. You feel like gathering all the treasure in front of him / her. You go wild, you go creative, you go complete crazy for that special one. Even boring college lectures seem wonderful with that person's presence or even a bad hectic work day seems to fly in a rosy wings with that person's presence in life. The the only aim of the life seems to be with the person forever - to grow with the person. Life starts looking smiling,bright always. Even rain on a working day seems a bliss.

All dreams get that person centric. Each day seems no less than festival.

But what happens when that person leaves?

Nothing much....a thin line grows in between dreams and reality, between living and surviving. Life doesn't stop for anyone but yes....the passion, the dreams, the craziness do. Life becomes an compulsion - no one can escape. The light, the candles, the diyas are not enough to brighten a empty soul.