Random thoughts post-diwali

new discoveries as of yesterday and today

1.oxford has turned into a pop bookstore that plays piped RnB hiphop.

2.tiny hidden shops in alleyways (like bookline) are better. there, you can get real tarot cards, authentic art books, good translated works, and asterixes, two of which my mom bought me as a present for the pujas (switzerland and the roman agent).

3.nizam's is the THE place to go for kebabs and firni. and other stuff, but i wouldn't know.

4.there is a church called the choong thong (or possibly yong) church. which sounds like 'choose (own) thong' if you say it fast.

5.i officially endorse md. salauddin, proprietor of rishi rich's juice bar, near chandni, as the best maker of fruit beer and lemon soda in the city.

6.fashion, the movie, is nowhere as cliched as the t2 review by p.d.gupta made it sound.

7.cheese popcorn can solidify on your fingers if you keep your hand in the tub long enough.

8.subway has to have the most expensive and putrefying smelling topping sauces i've ever inhaled.

9.it was dark at 6pm today. india should adopt a daylight saving time system.

10. the very adorable couple sukhalokha di and [censored on request] da will henceforth be known as tontu and pintu. don't ask.


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Diwali

Horizon

close upon midnight, the sky is purple
hanging so close it looks like it's falling
ghost lights, iron ladders, reaching to the clouds
globes of sunlight glowing in the night
from where you stand you can see the end of the world
it's so much closer than they said it would be
your eyes ache trying to see where the horizon stops
your heart aches trying to imagine it
the towers of man in the middle of the desert
lost in the sands, hidden in the dark
the wind comes to you, it fills you
it promises you what nothing else can give
stretch your mind, it whispers, you are not alone
there are others who dream of secret lives, like you
the moon is hidden, but you know it is yours
your dream, your fear, the absent part of you
the clouds shift, the wind goes past you
you forget why you were in a trance a moment ago
you crush your apprehension, your hope for something that is not real
what a beautiful night, you say, and you walk on.



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me inside my mind

to follow up

10 good things about being me implies

1. my overactive imagination - it has actually saved my life, more than once
2. lack of prejudice in any form
3. the fact that i'm a well-read individual
4. my loyalty - to family, friends, causes, abstract concepts and old stuffed toys
5. i'm a tomboy - yes, that IS, too, a good thing
6. my ambition to be someone as in SOMEONE, who is seriously good at what she does
7. i hold a brown belt in karate - not that i need more than caustic wit and a knife to defend myself, aka scare the balls off anyone or anything that tries to hurt me
8. i enjoy the finer things in life, like music, movies, chocolate, good food, and milk cheese
9. the capacity to see life after loss - which means i know how to cope, and then learn how to hope
10. i have enough sense of humour to understand the stupidity of cliches without bashing up the perpetrators - almost

i've suddenly realized that i had the visceral need to write this in order to work it out myself. is seventeen a good age for self-revelation, or will it only hasten my midlife crisis? please advise!

tr!$h@

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me outside my mind

randomly writing down weird stuff is what a blog is for, right? without explanation, completely vague and unnecessary but enormously you? here goes, then......

10 bad things about being me implies

1. complete lack of diplomacy in social situations
2. anger-management issues
3. violent moodswings between suicidal depression and intoxicating euphoria
4. obsessive bookworm-ish tendencies
5. extreme intolerance of extreme intolerance
6. unhealthy addiction to chocolate
7. tendency to paranoia
8. low self-esteem
9. commitment phobia
10.extremely low boredom threshold

Some poison in your wine, sir?

008........shaken, not stirred........

Aftermath of Chaos

things to do post-pujas

1. remember to thank jayanti aunty for throwing a great after-party last week. award-winning recipe (hers) plus mad games and laughter (ours) plus lapdances (anonymous for the sake of diplomacy) equals a hell of a lot of fun

2. curb constant urge to shop. repeat the mantra about shopaholics going to basement bargain hell everytime i pass a clothes rack anywhere.

3. lose the weight! although to give myself credit, i did abstain from OTT guzzling this time. i could only have gained what i keep down through exercise. then again, what with all the walking and dancing i did, perhaps not.

4. find time for pal before she leaves. is chocolate cake an appropriate goodbye present for a train journey?

5. my mother keeps taking me out to eat these days. first the biryani jaunt in golpark coupla weeks ago, then that ultra upperclass bangali place, then chinatown, hakka noodles,and garlic lamb tonight after my tuition. possibly due to the fact that it's a drag cooking after a long, hard day of shopping. must remember to praise her wholesome, delicious homecooked meals once in a while.

6. vacation classes start from thursday. must finish practical file for maitri ma'am!

7. slog on with the whole writing thing (yawn)

8. present for d????? consult, browse, purchase!!

9. start studying for board exams?



nah.

10. do like my father says and get serious about life, career, future, responsibility, eternal boredom, etc.

11. will see ani and co. again on thursday. yay!

must check back to tick off this list now and then. signing off for now,

happily yours,

crazy ray

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epilogue

yes, yes, i know the pujas are over. but with the inevitable sense of letdown comes the realization that life (implies parties implies fun implies life again) does not stop. living proof of this edict? 'charlie's angels' , well, just two of us, me and at-present delhiite shoili pal, are proud to present the 'Stupendously Calorific Recipe For Good/High Living' a la chocolat. - serves two.

1. first, confirm earlier in the day where you want to meet. why's and wherefore's are extraneous if the two of you are comrades in arms. city centre, saltlake, and highland park are recommended.
2. secondly, turn up. this is all that is required to make your companion(s) happy, if you're lucky.
3. then, sit, chat, catch up on good times and old friends, gossip, scandalmonger, say obscenely improbable things whenever aatel people pass by.
4. later, walk around, browse in shop of choice, like (insert name/brand ________)then make your way to the nearest confectionery.
5. buy chocolate cake. lots of it.
6. go somewhere else. buy drinks like club soda, apple juice, 7UP, and mountain spring water (last was frickin' delicious, incidentally)
7. find a nearby park. sit down on the grass, preferably barefoot. bring extra napkins.
8. mix the drinks. taste. adjust in proportion.
9. buy every kind of junk that goes by, like jhaalmuri and spiced tea, to add bangali zing to the chocolate and club soda mix.
10. do not start with the creamy cakes first. if you're like me, you could actually get punch-drunk on the chocolate and wobble and giggle and feel lightheaded when you try to start on the serious stuff like wedge sliced chocolate cake. leave that for twenty minutes before you have to leave, then have orange juice and black spiced tea to shake it off.
11. sit there till its dark, and inevitably the parents start ringing. give them ten minutes leeway, then make for home.
12. buy something nice for your mother (like purple shimmer nailpolish, for example) to make up for leaving her alone so much.
13. come home via the bypass. don't go straight home, though. make time for your neighbourhood friends who will then want you to join the mishti and aam sorbet party hosted by your favorite parar aunty, the same jayanti aunty who brought me noodles and sympathy when i was down with the flu on my birthday.
14. come home after extended chat. do something nice for your father too, to make up for not touching a textbook since the midterms ended, like making him hot, sweet tea.
15. blog about everything in detail, so that others may benefit from the precedent set by you.
16.sign off.

we, the authors, are pleased to inform you that this method of access to the good life is tried, tested, and virtually idiotproof. precautionary warning - avoid the jhaal aka the lanka in the jhaalmuri if you're like me, allergic to having a flaming fire on your tongue.
well, enjoy yourselves in moderation, and drive safely. good night, friends, indians and party people across the world. a special shout-out to pal, for making my day.......much love, buddy! ciao.

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day six - dashami

depressing, anticlimactic, nostalgic, regretful, somewhat relieved - what a medley of feelings on dashami! first there's the inevitable sadness because

1. the pujas are over, therefore
2. the pandal will be stripped down
3. no more dressing up at the drop of a hat, no more day (and night) long adda sessions, music and word games, no more sponsored prizes, no more community lunches, no more traipsing around the city, no more group photos
4. back to the crushing grind of the educational system

then there's the relief

1. can revert to my normal tomboy dress sense
2. less pressure to socialize
3. good things always come in sizeable but restrained portions, except at the pujas. any more of this hysterical party merry-go-round i've been on and i might never readjust to having my feet on the ground

yesterday, the high point of my day was the bhashan. two lorries of people, one of which broke down on the way back so everyone had to crowd up on ours. setting the murti afloat on the river at the exact moment the sun fell below the horizon, which is supposed to be auspicious. insane dancing and singing, calling out and handclapping on the journey there and back. synchronized dancing in a circle at the ghat, and then again in the pandal back home. cold drinks and balloons on the trip, the bruises on my feet and arms, even the tetanus vaccine shot when i got back because i scraped my wrist somewhere, then the evening trip to adda bites for drumsticks of heaven, the round of word games up until eleven at night sitting in the dim lights of the park. the chocolate i got for my mom to say sorry for never being at home for about a week. the chores i did in the morning because of how exhausted she looked. the pictures, the videos, the extremely sumptuous community lunch.

i can't describe all this in coherent joined sentences apparently. in my mind, i have a filmstrip of memories, and hopefully the picture files on hard disk as back up soon. but perhaps the best part of yesterday was watching casablanca with my mom for the very first time. what an iconic film! "here's looking at you, kid" "this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship" "play it again, sam" man, oh man what a classic golden oldie! although ingrid wasn't as ethereally beautiful as i was told. she's swedish, go figure, must've been 5'10 at least.

and last but not least, the saddest part was us taking the photo gallery and some mishti to shanky's house for his parents. aunty cried, we sat around for a while making plans to have the cardboard gallery properly framed, they gave us sprite and cake, bless them, and we might've cried a bit too. rest in peace, shanky, dear friend.

what a day, what an ending, what a grand finale! am too drained to type any more now. be seeing you. much love, and subho bijoya!

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day five - nabami

woke up to the dulcet tones of my cell phone - titan's own strident tones followed thereafter, peremptorily ordering me down for the Spot Quiz. therefore i rushed down in an Olympic record of shower-and-change-in-ten-minutes, and within fifteen minutes acquired a gift voucher for answering the question (in which of shakespeare's plays is the heroine called Hero?) duh- much ado about nothing - and thus won the right to squander 75 bucks of corporate money on formidable guzzling at monginis. sidenote - hehehehe...........

in the evening i wore my new black glitterati top with (heaven forgive me) d's HUGE red bracelet (that everyone but me was freshly astounded by, in a good way, i hope) and then taira di, mitu, titan, raju, ayan da, me and akash da made the tour of the housing pujas in our areas (smirks derisively) and endured simmering jealousy at the sight of manjulika a's fantastic turnout this time. on our return, well, i got some bad news about a friend (there is nothing to discuss) and was later cheered up by naughty story games and an impromptu backstage dance around and after midnight. an extremely fun day it was, all round, and am already anticipating going for the bhashan.
anyway. i returned to the parental abode after one in the morning, took a bath, and then settled down to wait for d to call for our usual midnight chat. he obliged within ten seconds of my "i'm free now" missed call and he kept me up until two fifteen giggling at his extended family's antics. after making him promise to wake me up at ten this morning with an elongated call, i flipped over in bed and FINALLY finished Richard Bach's Curious Lives. must've been the adrenalin rush keeping me awake. anyway, gotta rush to go shower, change, and go downstairs to hang out friends. already missed calls and 'whr r u' messages abound. ciao all. stay tuned for the grand finale of the puja diaries,

much love,

trisha
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day four - ashtami

my grandparents came to visit today, after a hiatus of two years of illness, operations and stress. my grandma watched speilberg's AI in the afternoon with me doing the verbal subtitling for her and cried, bless her. my grandfather snored gently beside me for most of the day.
later i went down to the community pandal, hung out with friends, watched the antakshari, etc. high point of the evening - i debuted in the most expensive ensemble i possess, an ethnic mishmash of gold and sunset colours.will upload pix later.
stayed up quite late, first in the pandal with friends, and then a delicious dinner at home, followed by a quick midnight chat with d before bunking down. not a very spectacular day, unless you count the ensemble, which i don't.
night all.
god, my feet are killing me. why are beautiful shoes always the most painful?

The Puja Diaries - Photographic Evidence-II

THE BOSEPUKUR THAKUR


akash da, taira di, me

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day three - saptami

woke up relatively early for the three-minutes-to-fame hosting gig, which turned out to be exhausting, drainingly heating my skin for what felt like hours as i tried to find new contestants to perform (although titan and i were told later that we did a good job). suki di and pal turned up, letting me know only in the morning, thus catching me off-guard and effectively blindsiding any sophisticated hospitality plans i may ever have harboured. we had fun, though. even my uncle and aunt found time to drop by during lunch........
later, i went to meet d at the crossroads, while suki di and pal tagged along, got introduced, passed lifted-eyebrow-judgements (as usual) as we all took a patuli bus. d got the tickets, thus (hopefully) impressing the heck out of my friends with his generous notions of male chivalry -lol- and he and pal and i roamed around hiland park for a bit - suki di had to go meet her Baby (!!)- until about 4, when we bundled pal on to a bus back home, and then went off to watch drona. although we laughed or gaped unbelievingly through most of the movie, it was still fun, if only for the almost skeletal script and storyline. the special effects were stunning, though, much like the silver bracelet with the enormous red stone that d thought fit to bestow on me today.
and although part of me appreciates the fact that he remembered that we went into a shop the previous week and i wistfully stared at the blue version of the same bracelet and told him about looking for the red in my spare time, thus leading him to scour malls near and far till he found the right one, perhaps this is after all a case of too fast, too furious, too much.............even though i do, too, like him a sizeable lot. wondering now what i should get him in return. perhaps a faux leather belt with a wrestlers' tag, hehe....
anyway, i even won a 300 buck gift voucher for longhorns' for being the first person to get the middle row struck out in housie this morning, despite (nearly) getting into hot water regarding the planned Great Indian Pen Hijack Heist (concerned parties and common friends will know what i mean - and by the way, i replaced that pen with a brand new one of the same color ink), and then photographed well tonight in my new white shirt-jeans-black-waistcoat-silver shoes-pearl drops-ensemble (smirks, bows), so all in all, a very positively memorable day of the pujas. long rule the goddess. ended it by playing silly singing games in the park with a bunch of nice friends close to midnight. irresponsibility is such bliss.

P.S.- am uploading pics of the last few puja days here, tonight. feel free to comment and link up!

patiently yours,

trisha

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day two - shashthi

slept HUMUNGOUSLY late - until after noon (!!!!) and then took my time with a leisurely bath and a cup of chocolate milk, waiting for my favorite uncle-who-is-not-my-uncle (actually just a very old and very loved family friend) to turn up with his beautiful wife, his extravagant gifts, and sizeable offerings of delicious food. the aforementioned individual arrived two hours late, filled to the brim with funny quips about the Universe (as usual) and a classy white top for me, as well as assorted gifts for my parents, grandparents, cousins, and himself (i kid thee not- the man opened up a pack of chocolate he had had gift-wrapped for himself).
later, i went down to attend the para stage performances for shashthi, braving the not-so-kind and rather unfunny digs that most teenage males think it's cool to inflict on one another, and watching what was surely one of the most inefficient, boring and puerile magic shows i've endured, worse than even david blaine's freezing-himself-in-ice escapade (magician or stuntman, david?????? make up your ******* mind!!!!!), preceded by some extremely nervous toddlers charming the audience with their lisped versions of classic bangali songs and poems........
i am supposed to be hosting the telegraph-sponsored three minutes to fame contest tomorrow at 11 am with a friend. i suspect pre-stage nerves are the reason i'm up past the witching hour typing away for my blog...........
on the up side, community lunch tomorrow, followed by a date (^_^) at hiland park with (*******) so yay for that, i guess.
am still waiting on uploading the pictures, principally because the data cable's gone bonkers on me tonight. watch this space for the remainder of this festival's chronicles! g'nite, world. happy dreaming

yawningly yours

trisha

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day one - panchami

slept late. went out pandal hopping with para friends. ekdalia, singhi park, bosepukur...what an extravagant, thriftless, over-the-top, exquisitely beautiful waste of the city's resources! my head aches from the crowds, the heat, the lights, the countless cold drinks. spent some time helping to make a photo gallery to put up tomorrow in our very own pandal. composed a poem to act as the captions (takes a bow). even managed to keep myself on calorie control to a certain extent. will upload photos tomorrow night. am too bushed to type anymore........c y'all later. goodnite, kolkata.

p.s.-of all the pandals we saw today, our own modestly beautiful one appealed to me the most. i wonder what this means on my subconscious level of thinking. perhaps i'm finally beginning to feel comfortable with this whole ornate-religious-festival-thing without letting my own atheism colour my perceptions of it all. who knows? am too dazed with incipient sleep to self-analyze anymore. see you in the morning........

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Mid year resolutions

the title is self-explanatory. and since i never keep my new year resolutions beyond two days (if that) either, i suppose it's indulging in the heights of optimism to think i might be able to keep these " puja resolutions"................

1. watch my calorie intake - fat chance, it's the festival of the celebrations of the return of the first family of gods, of course i'm gonna put on more weight

2. curb my spending habits - and throw away my last breath of freedom before the boards? i think not!

3. study more - ************blank silence************** [still depending on the power of osmosis]

4. start and finish the Great Indian Novel - eventually

5. be more oriental - learn the value and power of patience, humility and compassion. perfect the Pensive Grasshopper meditative stance while doing so.

6. try to start caring more about family (no matter how distant) beyond the immediate clan, and less about the perfect strangers who do the voices of the Simpsons.

7. set a deadline for myself to finish listening to all justin timberlake tracks since the 90's and then move on to sting (!)

8. come to a final decision regarding Life-After-The-Boards.....JNU or JU? home or hostel?

9. attempt to find the meaning of life. last date - next tuesday. (possibilities of answers - love, sorrow, magic, creativity, faith, or the number 42)

10. wean myself from the habit of either posting creepy stories, mindless verse, or cbse-formatted self-revelations in point form on this page.

it's going to be a long night tonight. sigh..........

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