Lifebites...

During the last drizzles of the passing monsoon and at the early set of autumn, every Bong,  be in West Bengal or else where in the world,  gets a very special smell in their nose.  It’s the smell of the crisp Sun warming down before the winter. It’s the smell of clear skies, with just an occasional speck of cloud at the corner. It’s the smell of new untouched clothes saved specially for the upcoming month. It’s the feel of an unsaid happiness from the pit of your stomach. It’s the excitement of giggles, indefinite smiles and an indescribable joy.  It’s called the Pujo Pujo gondo (the smell of Durga Puja). Pujo is used twice because a single mention is just not enough to explain the whole essence of the feeling.  Unfortunately it’s mostly restricted to the Bongs. Although we would love to share this joy with the whole world, but only few understand this and even fewer share the same level of excitement.  May be that is one of the main reasons why Bongs ar...

While sipping through my cosmopolitan slowly, I am experiencing something which I never had before.  Like the picture suggests I am here in T. G. I. F.  You must be wondering who I am with.  Well, that’s the new surprise.  Tonight I am on a date with myself.  Yes!  You saw it right. I am all alone sitting in a table for one in a pub on a Friday night. No, I am not sad or lonely or in desperate need for a drink and no, my life is not going through any shit hole. In fact I have not been happier than right now for a long time of my life. And yes, everything and everyone else in my life is absolutely fine. The reason behind this totally crazy move (for some) is that I am fulfilling my fantasy of sitting in a bar alone and writing while a sexy cocktail waits on my wake. Yes! I have such fantasies also. Crazy, right?  But then you already know that about me. So you must wonder how it feels.  Trust me when I tell you this, it feels really goo...