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i was introduced to Mohiner Ghoraguli by K with whom i share the love of Ghulam Ali's ghazals and bengali bands. This song is beautiful. Ghore pherar gaan (roughly translated as 'the song of returning home').
ami gai
ghore pherar gaan
utola keno ei pran
shudhu je dake
phire amake
bidesh bibhui-e pore achhi
tobu chhare na keno chhare na
pichhutan
ami tai
ekhono klantihin
cholechi ratridin
shuni chomke
jai thomke
kotha hote jeno bheshe ashe
sur chena khub chena
mono majhe amolin
phirbo bole phera jae naki
periyechho desh kal janona ki, ei shomoy?
ekhono shamne poth hata baki
chaileo dite parbe na faaki, nishchoy
It opens the wound of staying away from home - you miss it so much but still, you choose to stay away lured by things which, in the end, would not matter. And so i am in exile - voluntary exile. But the pain is the same.
". . . You will leave everything you love most:
this is the arrow that the bow of exile
shoots first. You will know how salty
another's bread tastes and how hard it
is to ascend and descend
another's stairs . . ."
--Dante's the divine comedy
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
view from the bedroom window
The view from the bedroom window. Makes me want to sprout wings and fly. But cannot gather enough feathers to weave myself wings.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
happy b'day behena
Today is my sister's birthday. i remember i was home last year on her birthday - but my memory being the state it is in i cannot even remember what we did. i miss her. i sent her some money and asked her to buy a gift for herself but my behena being the stingy nupi she is, she asked me what she would buy in times when sugar costs 40 rs per kg! Just the thing to expect from her! i mean, she would never buy anything for herself which partly explains why i always end up buying things for her when i go shopping.
i wish i was home on her birthday. It is at times like this that i wonder whether it is worth staying so far away from home. When your loved ones are only voices on the phone. When you cannot hug your family and have to make do with sound waves ferrying your emotions across the oceans.
i love you, my sister.
i wish i was home on her birthday. It is at times like this that i wonder whether it is worth staying so far away from home. When your loved ones are only voices on the phone. When you cannot hug your family and have to make do with sound waves ferrying your emotions across the oceans.
i love you, my sister.
Friday, September 04, 2009
NCIS
This is one crime soap i love. i have always had a soft spot for all those crime-solving stuffs - starting from the famous five to Hardy Boys to Agatha Christie to Perry Mason and everything in between. i religiously watched 'Medical Detectives' on Discovery Channel. Then i moved on to CSI - SVU, Law and Order et al. Then NCIS happened.
After we moved to the new place and we bought the big TV (it is another story that we set out to buy a 19 inch one and ended up buying the 32 inch we could hardly afford then - which illustrates just how fickle we are!), i found this channel showing NCIS. i used to watch this when i was staying cooped up in the studio suite in CA - those good whole days when i spent entire weekend marinating in bed with the remote and laptop. He was dragged into watching it and i guess he got interested too.
What i love about it is that the characters have their quirks and it is not so stiff collared as the other crime serials. The camaraderie among the unit reminds me of my project - i mean, my ex-project, though i can never think of it as ex. They bicker, trade insults...Makes me miss those days when work was pure fun - it was like i was getting paid for doing just what i enjoy- bullying and nagging!! Plus the fact that i like the guy who plays Gibbs (Mark Harmon - i have seen him play some chota-mota roles in movies) and i like the character he plays - technologically challenged (like me), logically strong (like me, ahem, ahem) and impatient. i could be the female version of Gibbs!!
After we moved to the new place and we bought the big TV (it is another story that we set out to buy a 19 inch one and ended up buying the 32 inch we could hardly afford then - which illustrates just how fickle we are!), i found this channel showing NCIS. i used to watch this when i was staying cooped up in the studio suite in CA - those good whole days when i spent entire weekend marinating in bed with the remote and laptop. He was dragged into watching it and i guess he got interested too.
What i love about it is that the characters have their quirks and it is not so stiff collared as the other crime serials. The camaraderie among the unit reminds me of my project - i mean, my ex-project, though i can never think of it as ex. They bicker, trade insults...Makes me miss those days when work was pure fun - it was like i was getting paid for doing just what i enjoy- bullying and nagging!! Plus the fact that i like the guy who plays Gibbs (Mark Harmon - i have seen him play some chota-mota roles in movies) and i like the character he plays - technologically challenged (like me), logically strong (like me, ahem, ahem) and impatient. i could be the female version of Gibbs!!
Thursday, September 03, 2009
lend me some patience
Though there is not much i don't like about myself, if i were asked to ask for something, i would love to be more patient.
How do people manage to be patient? i can never understand. Of course, everyone who has had something to do with me, starting from family, friends and colleagues, have to be patient to deal with me and my never-ending nakhras.
i have been impatient - with life, with love, with everything. i guess it has something to do with the fact that i was pretty much a spoilt brat - in fact, a guy who used to ferry me to school used to call me "hingchabi" and almost everyone who knew me from my half-pants days has some story to tell of the atrocities i committed as a kid (not that age has mellowed me down). i am a spoilt adult now. And i guess i will die as a withered spoilt hag.
Patience - it is that quality that eludes me. i have been told it would come automatically - hell, half my lifetime has been spent and still there is not a shadow of patience in my life. Is it cultivated? Is it something inborn - either you have it or you don't?
If i could borrow an ounce of patience from all the people i know, maybe life would be better - for the people around me.
How do people manage to be patient? i can never understand. Of course, everyone who has had something to do with me, starting from family, friends and colleagues, have to be patient to deal with me and my never-ending nakhras.
i have been impatient - with life, with love, with everything. i guess it has something to do with the fact that i was pretty much a spoilt brat - in fact, a guy who used to ferry me to school used to call me "hingchabi" and almost everyone who knew me from my half-pants days has some story to tell of the atrocities i committed as a kid (not that age has mellowed me down). i am a spoilt adult now. And i guess i will die as a withered spoilt hag.
Patience - it is that quality that eludes me. i have been told it would come automatically - hell, half my lifetime has been spent and still there is not a shadow of patience in my life. Is it cultivated? Is it something inborn - either you have it or you don't?
If i could borrow an ounce of patience from all the people i know, maybe life would be better - for the people around me.
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