krishanu_bhattjee
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Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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06/30/04 at 08:53:48 » |
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Rain*
No tip tip, the sound of rain in Assam is rim jhim. Dissimilar to Delhi’s concrete jumble, you can seize the notes if try singing in the rain, here it dashes off as blowy drips cross the threshold, window scarf skips a bit, newspapers scatter and ceiling fan gets the swing, sequel beetle-nut trees inclined symmetrically as coconut streams invite you to have a splash with them.
The rain is a privilege only from interiors in Delhi. Don’t go outside, when it pours, Some Delhites warn you. In my place, the rain is an a-la-carte. Surrogates galore. Where do you want to go today?
Wanna read short stories from Satyajit Ray or Ruskin Bond on your verandah, when oleander flavors on the murky milieu, over a cup of hot coffee on an easy chair you relish while a mulaayam sa cat is playing on your feet.
Bookish? Too cliché? Is it? Okay, lets walk a little far. And you’ll join the most beautiful lake in the world. Zillion raindrops manufacture million stars on the water land. Split second, dwindled, new batch in, is sky a reservoir. Huge and mute polylthias, pines, teaks, conifers and tamarinds stand still, embrace the fall. Cane tress whisper as usual. You whoosh your fishing hook, sit on a huge gray rock as crickets soar around you, like a monk you enjoy the nature underneath your pre fixed black umbrella.
Or if you are an adventure freak, post MPKDH** Hritik mania moulds your mind into bungee jumping. Even that’s not an alien either, when we yield our own version. Walk knee deep in the tea garden for a quarter mile, you’ll get to see the cogent river coming out of the rise, a cemented look isolated hanging bridge, you striptease alone, raindrops sprinkle as some missed, some kissed you all over, you climb the railing and jump. Fifty feet, no strings, you scream loudest, wind scratch your ears, eyes tend to choke. And blob, gravity blasts you deep in the water cave. Wanna more, mere bachhe?
Delhi has its own very urban style of getting wet. It’s a silent rain. From Rajendra Place’s one of the twelfth floors, surprisingly I discover the miasmic mistiness, I palm-clean the window-glass, S-shaped artificial lake is a bliss below, designed trees and ingenuous metropolitan gushed the comfy with ultimate ease. Rarity rain is glut today. Rain, rain, don’t go away.
Cut to around Bhikaji, the next morning, office time. I get out little early from my home. Drizzle around, lazy strolls, a Rajasthani group is at the passport office pavement. Their ping-pong colours contrast entirely with the meticulously architectured but soaked and wet black pitch lanes around the MNCs. However, I’ve been hurrying to my bus stop, because another trip to vista is in the pipeline now, when the DTC bus will glide me to the no plastic urban forest zones via Sardar Patel and Simon Bolivir Road, where the shower is supposed to coalesce with the both side woodland. Surreal? Nah.
How you people are enjoying the rain??
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[*Rain (My article published last summer in Today, this is not India Today, Its a mid day publication from the same India Today group). This literary property is owned and reserved by the above mentioned publisher. This is copied from the newspaper by the writer with no commercial intention.]
**MPKDH is Main Prem Ki Diwani Hoon, if you people rember released in last summer and Hritik's done some show.This in connection to that. |
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Debabrata
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Re: Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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06/30/04 at 12:27:02 » |
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Krishanu da .. a nice one... i agree its not 'tip tip' its 'rim jhim'
keep up the good work! I hope we would read more of your write-up which would carry ' suda matir gondho" of our NE |
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kumar.nagesh
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Re: Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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06/30/04 at 23:58:29 » |
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Acquainted With the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back again in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost
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Shankar_Chakravarti
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Re: Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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07/01/04 at 13:28:10 » |
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Dear Krishanu,
It makes me happy today by reading your “RAIN”.
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krishanu_bhattjee
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Re: Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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07/05/04 at 09:42:56 » |
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Thanks Shankar Sir, for aprreciating me. I really feel proud now. And Debabrata, thanks to you, for posting such a beautifull message.
At last rain has arrived.
Rain rain dont go away
Stay here for the whole day
Let's take a walk
For a quarter mile
Dear, what do you say.
“Hundred Hachho, at the end of the day?” No way |
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i_am_amnesiac
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Re: Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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07/19/04 at 10:04:54 » |
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wow! krishanu, fata fati hoise. keep it up boss. |
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krishanu_bhattjee
krishanu_bhattjee
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Re: Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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07/19/04 at 15:05:47 » |
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aare amensia amar o to bahut bhala lagchey to....tumi kita korey...bhala achey ....broadband dia dik lagai dichey nani....aami mail korey to.... ;D ;D
bristi porey to....begun bhaja khaise ni... |
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probashi123
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Re: Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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09/25/04 at 18:56:48 » |
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Thats nice. I got it from the bootom of the 2nd page. amzing story krishnu bhattachrjya.....I really liekd it krishnu....i was in delhi during 92-93.....that was perfectly ok......also me and my mrs. love hrittik roshon.....
nice sylehti adda. |
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mon_amar
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Re: Rain (My artcle publishd last sumer inToday)
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01/05/05 at 02:41:40 » |
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Rain....wrote well Krishanu!!! keep it up!!
Rain is something close to our hearts and feelings...lots of memories are associated wid rain....
Rain...sometimes fun, sometimes tears, sometimes love..memories...
do write on other topics as well...!! |
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