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A headstrong.. Somewhat stubborn and overtly manipulating father who is in constant verbal conflict with his modern, yet traditional , equally strong headed daughter who does not seem to have control over her mercurial temper. Some days taken from the complicated, emotionally charged , funny yet frustrating lives of Bhaskor Banerjee and His loved daughter make a very captivating watch. As the plot thickens we discover that the daughter is in constant search for an anchor who will perfectly compliment her weird life and adopt her 70 yr old extensively demanding yet loving  in weird ways, Father. She has her own set of expectations from life which get entangled with her sense of responsibility, love and care for her father. On the other hand Bhaskor Banerjee appears to be a very liberated man , who believes that a woman's purpose in life is much bigger than getting married and serving her man. One reason which he cites for not not really pushing her kid for marriage. All this mixed w...

4 Steps to Reach the Unreachable Renunciation spells their existence and a severe lifestyle makes them unique. Rest from the West might see them as creatures of entertainment but do you really think this is all they are about? This was probably the first time that my eyes took notice of a detailed expression of one of India’s biggest spiritual extravaganza if I may say so in black and white. Am actually surprised by myself that I had not been affected or bothered to know the historic significance of the Maha Kumbh Mela which is one of the biggest events in the Indian Religious Calendar.  To many it might sound silly while to others it would be outrageously annoying that I came to notice the importance of this event through an advertisement stuck across the rear of a BEST runner. But nothing is stranger than truth and that is what I accept completely today. Lacs of followers , spiritual gurus , sadhus, Travellers from across the globe, and mixed caste and creed flock with d...

FORBIDDEN TO REMEMBER; TERRIFIED TO FORGET...... I think of da days, when we spoke for neverending hours, times when we fought silly, times when felt the mush of love… melting moments of passion, times when we had fun over things….. Oh I remember togetherness…. U n me define togetherness. But every time I enjoy such miracles of mind which make to venture into da past… I also feel the pain of the state when all I will have is those memories….. My reality will have a different dimension and none of it would be shaped by you or your being…. Mebe fear of the pain would then forbid me to remember our togetherness….. though I still know that the strength of my feelings can help me bear the pain of losing a the mush that you created in my heart , my mind and my soul and still remembering you would fill the emptiness created by your leaving……. Me alone… The bond that made my soul cling to yours is way to strong to be broken by the fear of crying that and pain of losing… all the moments of happ...

Its time .....for You!!!! Its time for my eye lids to part and drive away the cover of heavy sleep. Its time the bright sun shines makes shimmer a new day in my life.... A life for which I am grateful to the mystery woven power , the source of creation of all life. This life has shown me the beauty of the azure sky , the prosperity of the green forests n the shine of the yellow fileds . All this is nothing but a live proof of life, existence. The thot of a new day rings a bell in my mind making my whole body feel the excitement. The excitement of a new beginning, the urge to spend hours with you...... a pattern in my existence. Its you who brings me across a kaliedoscope and dance like a rainbow in the hapy rain. Its your mention that makes me feel the bubbles in the rain drops in Dec.... people around me try to figure the source of my monsoon but they cant get any as its me you are with and they cant have any.... your stupid one liners , my ridiculously sarci and nasty remarks all ...

Let go and feel the pain…… I remember the day I was at the doctor’s and he was trying to inject me with a medicine to ease out the fever …… my cry was louder than I could imagine and then my dad said let go of ur hand beta and u will feel the ease……. It still echo’s deep in my head today and now I know the real meaning of what he said…… There are many things in life which when not there in our lives give us peace of mind though their not being there seems painful. Confusing as it may seem but it’s a hard, cold fact of life as much as a long deep breath taken by a drowning man who’s just been rescued. As kids we all love doing things that our folks would forbid us from and that would really give us weird high …. It does to a lot of people even when they grow over the years; they fail to see the misery that would encompass an act that they would perform even though the whole damn bloody world would forbid them from. As I remember clearly there was this time I would love to play with sand...

Am I chasing a MIRAGE???? A whole of our generation believe that if we dream big we can make it big in life. Also this belief has been changed into an established fact by many of us…. Well am sure not one of them and that’s one of the prime reasons y I am writing this …cribbing in one 1 corner which is bigger than a corner actually of my brain as to y the hell am I not able to get my dreams into my kitty even though they are not like some giant meteorites. Then suddenly last night twisting turning on my bed I got this reply or alarm from somewhere deep inside me that Samraggi you can bag Ur dreams but not impossible stupid imaginations wich are absolutely baseless and boom some sort of big fat ugly truth struck me harder than a boulder my size making me think, am I actually dreaming or is it that I am chasing some non existing dream like a mirage? It’s a birth right of a woman to weave this make belief world around herself and also live in it happily till the time some heartless jerk c...