Good Old Days

I really miss writing in Assamese, my mother tongue. A few days back I tried writing something, but I could not even write anything. I started my school in a village called Bahalpur, a very remote village by the side of river of Champabati. My father was posted in that village at that time. There was a hillock in the back ground of our house and we sometimes used to go there in Sundays with Imaan, our domestic help. I have lots of memory of that place. I was there till I was 7 but still this place occupies a special place in my heart. My elder bro who is elder to me by around 3 years was in the same school. One incident that I remember very well was that I don’t know why but somehow I had fight with a guy from my bro’s class. It was a village school, though we were young in age but most of the boys and girls were not that young. So the guy with whom I had the fight he was very big( I don’t how he would look now but at that time everybody else like my bros friends and all looked so big :-)). During the fight I don’t remember how it really reached that stage, he started beating me. From nowhere my bro came and he pushed off that guy and he got into fight with that guy… I was really surprised. He is the kind of guy who used to talk very less and he always used to have fight with me on some matter or other. But I savor that moment. Nowadays we don’t fight. But when I was with him in Bangalore, if in some moment I used to feel bad about something that he said I used to think about that moment……
I was real brat in that time. And I like exploring things. Once some construction work was going on the river and they constructed a temporary bridge over that river with bamboo which was used by the laborers. One day I crossed the river by that bridge with a friend of mine. My mother would have got shock of her life if she would have seen me there, in the middle of the river. But it was fun.
As I said we used to go to that hill in our backside. I have quite a few good memories to share. I will write about that some other day……
Good Old Days :-)

College Dreams

The dreams woven by the silken thread
Sitting by the side of the college lake
In the evening of everyday
Sometimes wake me up from the deep slumber..
Those magical days,
waking up in the morning and
crowding around the only two basins(that privilage was also after 2 years in the hostel),
and then waiting for a bathroom to get empty,
and then queing up in the Hall for breakfast
and running to room with a glass full of Tea
and attending the first class always late by 15 minutes
coming back to the same hall for lunch and
then deciding not to go back to class
Playing cricket or football in the eveningand
then going for the tea in the Tea Stalls infront of college
and again
dreams woven by the silken thread
Sitting by the side of the college lake
In the evening of everyday...................

Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi

On last Firday ie 22nd April I watched the movie 'Hazaron Khaise Aisi'.The plan of watching the movie happend quite interesting way as well.That day I was in no mood of watching.But the roomates of mine had some other plan. They just went to the theatre and got tickets for all. I really enjoy this feeling of bonhomie of my roomates.Anyway there were actually intesrested in watching another movie, I forgot the movie name, it feature Amitabh Bachan.But they didnt get the ticket for that movie and so bought the ticket of 'Hazaron....'. I didnot have much expectation from the movie and thought it would be of the same genere as other Hinglish movies like 'Chai Pani','My Brother Nikhil' etc(I am not saying anything against these movies. They are great in their own way). So when we sat there to watch the movie at 11.30 my roomate Shalie(Originally Shailendra. I am having five roomates. Quite a big gang. All of us passed out from the same PG Institute, worked together initailly in a start up whose story I will tell later and now all working in big big Software compnaies) was already in wailing 'Yeh bhi koi movie dekhneki time hain .......'(WHat a time to watch movie!!!). As the movie started in black and whilte with the scene of riots one of my roomate shouted ' Arre main toh nahin deraha 100 ruppes' (meaning I am not gonna pay 100 bucks to whoever has done the tickets)..I thought again another political movie on some riots. But as they introduced the characters I felt little bit more interested.Slowly the story unfolded and I was mesmerrized.Here was the story of three persons, one girl and two guys , how their lives grow on the backdrop of the political turmoil of seventies.One character was the son of a Gandhian who was preparing to go abroad for further studies,one was the son of a magistrate who was a communist and the gal was a typical girl from a south indian family. Both the guys used to love the same girl.The girl was impressed by the dreams of the rebel guy who wanted to transform the whole world. While the other guy was busy making his own career.But dont expect a typical ending.I dont tell the whole story becoz to feel the movie you have to watch it. It was an ambitiuos project by the director, Sudhir Mishra. The movie is having too many emotions involved. The emotion of a guy who is not looked after by the father, the emotions of the guy whose father was not a freedom fighter, the emotion of a girl who wanted to be a rebel but married a guy about whom she says 'He is a guy who has everything that a girl can ask for', the emotion of a girl who loves somebody else and inpite of being married still meets her lover secretly, the emotion of the backward people, the emotons of a loving husband,and also a jilted husband, emotion of a heart broken lover who has to help his lost love in almost evey step , even he has to go to rescue the guy who stole his sweetheart, the emotion of a prince whose father was selling the old haveli,the anguish of a freedom fighter whose dream of an independet properous nation has gone sour........................ha....I am tired now.Too many emotions.But it was one of the better movie I have seen recently.