On Mother's lap..

Miles away, crossing different lands and rivers crossing the linguistic barriers as I stay in the busy and tempting city of Bengaluru, which is a total different landscape than my Motherland Assam. Assam is a scenario of peace and serenity and where nature fills with blessings of love. I never realized how attached I am towards the beauty of this place until I had to leave this place for further educational purposes. As I stayed away I grew more and more affection and got devoted towards the beauty of the greenery of the fields. The isle of Majuli seemed more beautiful than before. When I am away in the hush & rush of the Bangalore the strings of attachment towards my motherland carries my heart and floods it with all memories. As in the busy metro I move towards the top of Nandi or towards the water of Shivasamudra I get a glimpse of my motherland and which makes me feel of a home away from home. I see my bloom with happiness and smile in the busy metro yet deep inside my heart still ponders and roams across the banks of Deepor Beel. When they care to ask me why I say them its a knot of faith and a bonding of love and you won't know now. I search for my happiness too and every time I do I land up in the lanes of my village Dwarkuchi.

From days before, with the feeling to be home I get excited and turn insomniac. With no sleep I start counting how many hours more. I rush airport early and hope if somehow time travels a bit early. As the days become bright, I fly above the clouds and reach the greenery of the East. As the plane gets down I realize how it feels to be home and I I step out of the airport I feel I am on my mother's lap and I pray Almighty and thank him for making my mother so beautiful. As I steer ahead, among the buildings of the University or the roads across Jalukbari I realize old memories on these roads turn fresh. As I reach my home and see my parents waiting on the door, and the smile on both of their faces makes me feel more happy. As I walk inside running away from all formalities and as I rest for a while my mother's hand waves my hair every time and the feeling so beautiful that makes me fall asleep on my mother's lap.

A Jajabor's Life..

'Jajabor' is a very sweet word that has been coined from my mother tongue Assamese which describes the life of a nomad. The enlightenment towards the depth of the word has increased with a song of the Assamese Legend Bhupen Hazarika and also a recent emerging voice in the Bollywood Industry, Angaraag Mahanta (Papon da) who sang a song with the name Jajabor for a reality show Roadies this year.

Experiencing the attire of a Jajabor for a term in one's life is a beautiful experience. I remember my days of second semester when I had only one perfect destination for the day, and that was in the benches of my classroom. The chilled tandoori nights of those days were at different places. I actually had for homes, all of which was equally close to me. I had my own room, Syamanta's room, Sidhartha's & Ritusanjay's room and Yashwant's room. All the places at different boundaries of the Bangalore Metro. Syamanta and Sidhartha's room were the best den for a party. We would sleep all day and party all night. It was fun, actually a different zenith of the bachelor life. Yashwant's room was like a Shanti-Niketan for me and it was the place where I could study in peace. I used to be at my room just for a day or two after a fortnight to get my clothes washed and some other personal chores. I had my tooth brush and shaving razor always inside my bag with a couple of books. Every morning I had no clue, where I would  be sleeping for the entire night. After the college and then after a few phone calls I would decide and turn up at the destined place either to party or to study. In the tenure of those days I gained extremes of experiences. In the days when money flourished in our pocket's we used to drive to airport to get ourselves a mug of coffee and spend some time just to disappear the loneliness of the night. Also in the day's when my pocket was empty with a few ten rupees note and some coins I had lived entirely an week without any difficulty and which has been entirely mentioned in a different blog of mine (Link). I had also experience of journey's where I would travel hundreds of kilometers across different boundaries and even I had weeks where I used to stay idle and sit back with Syamanta. 

The entire semester flourished with peace and the day when it came to change my apartment at the end of the semester I realized I had actually turned up to be a Jajabor when I had searched my entire shelf and suitcases for my shirt's and when I didn't find them in my place. Later after a few phone calls I realized I had two of them at Yashwant's place, three at Syamanta's place and three at Sidhartha's place. I had my classes and exams with either Syamanta's or Sidhartha's shirt. I like the experience.

Maestro's Melancholy..

Night falls as time disappears,

and the lyric that flows,

maestro tunes in a melancholy,

word's seem lost in her beauty,

in the chords of an acoustic,

as he blooms like an acetate,

smiles, yet cries of heartache,

as ounces of trust break and dissipate,

tears of ecstasy bade his faith,

as he lay's on the bed of death,

leaving behind a testimony,

he demands on grave, a bottle of whiskey,

as he abandoned himself from this world,

he asked me to convey her his love..

Far away from me..

All I see in front of me,

is everything blue and seems empty,

abiding the loudness and noise,

is a world full of peace,

I sit alone and I see,

is a world saturated with beauty,

I sit quietly and I sigh,

seems the world will get me high,

sky gets lost in the horizon,

and the waves roar as evening turns on,

And I feel angels would come soon,

take me to heaven in this monsoon,

as the drizzles of blessing start to fall,

I wonder's if its my heaven's call,

in a dilemma of heaven or reality,

I forget for a while, you are far away from me.. 

South Indian Wedding..

Both me and Mayank had never had any chance to be a invitee to any South Indian wedding. We obviously wanted to experience the magic of South Indian wedding. One of the seniors from our college, who was three years senior to us was getting married and Mayank was invited on the wedding. Mayank was on the modelling team of the college group in the first year and so he got in touch with this guy and he was a good model too. Mayank asked me if I wanted to join him and he was sure I would never disagree. He gave me hints that this was a real high profile wedding and so we needed to be dressed good. I got myself an expensive outfit for that uninvited wedding and Mayank also got dressed. We decided to get a bouquet as a present for the wedding but later we decided to save the money instead and invest in our thunderbird fuel. We reached palace grounds and it was a high security place for the wedding. I asked Mayank if he had got the wedding card with him. He replied with a smile that he was only invited on facebook. I was astonished and later commented him that he could have bought a printout of the conversation in which he was invited and he could get it attested from the groom; we broke out into laughter. We walked towards the reception hall with no gifts in our hand but only a helmet. We entered and there were variety of soft drinks and milk-shakes there. We grabbed a few glasses and quenched our thirst for the evening. We saw a long line and people standing just to wish the couple with their gifts and blessings. We thanked God we didn't get any gift. We roamed around the hall for a few minutes and smiled at the beautiful girls in their traditional outfits and sometimes smiled on the video recording cameraman. We sat for a while and made ourselves comfortable at the dining hall. We entered and there were chaat and dahi vada on the left hand side and different types of dosa's on the right hand side. We had a lot of dahi vada's. Then there was pizza and chow chow. I had a few pizza pieces while Mayank was busy with the chaat. Then there was the main course and which were filled with all mouth watering dishes. We took around half an hour to complete our course on the main course. We stood there for a while and also got relaxed for a while for the dessert. The dessert had around 11 types of sweets and faluda and raita and phirni and a lot more. I had all the 11 types of sweet two pieces each and three plates of faluda. I burped a few times after that. Mayank asked to take a look around if we had left any  dish untouched. I saw every corner but there was nothing left to adventure more. Mayank asked me to search if there was any coffee. I found the coffee man near the exit. We even didn't leave the coffee. Then we were over and we decided to leave now. We were gifted a coconut each at the exit which was meant to be auspicious according to the Hindu tradition. After our grand meal we were unable to get on the bike. It was a real great experience. While it was time to leave, I came to know that the security was so tight because some of the MLA's of the state and an ex-Prime Minister Mr. H. D. Deve Gowda was coming for the wedding. Our eyes left open with surprise. We had an adventurous evening and seriously a great wedding. That made me feel that South Indian Wedding's are really great. To be frank weddings in any part of the country are great. Where the bride and groom sits silently and their friends dance the nagin dance and to the tunes of some best item songs. Indian weddings are the best place to adventure the taste of ethnic Indian dishes. Now-a-days even there has been the introduction of Italian, Chinese and Continental dishes on the wedding menu which has even made it more glorious. As for me, I have the habit of self inviting at the uninvited weddings. Indian Weddings are great. 

I walk along..

Behind my dreams,my endeavors,

and my spirit, that struggles,

and my zeal, that dares me not to stop,

and I walk along..

As time passes on, the pain escalates,

with time my heart shatter's,

and it cries a sad sad song,

and I walk along..

The fear of betrayal that haunts me,

and one day you shall walk away,

leaving behind memories, and me all alone,

and I walk along..

Love ain't too harsh,as I had always thought,

and again walked with pride,

you'll be with me, as time with clock,

and I walk along..

One sunrise had no serenity and no peace,

you walked ahead of me,

 and your love wakes me up, 

and I walk along..