kobe katbe twenty ten!!!!!!!!

Likhte bose moner modhye ghurche onek kotha,
Upor upor deto hasi, bhitor e hebby batha…
Batha r kotha bolbo ki bhai, futche hajar pin,
Cholchilo sob aish kore, hothat bodle gelo scene…
Korte giye revolution khelam totaalll case,
Heroine o amay dekhie kola khuje nilo Fresh face…
Chilam bhalo Engineer, IT jogot niye,
Banshjharta nijei nilam NDTV giye…
Kichu na bhebei niyechilum, hothat ekta jump,
Life o marlo tumul googly, urlo middle stump…
Ekhon bose pavilion e chatchi nijer gha,
Jekhanei di interview, sobai bolche NA...
Barite bose gilchi tobu hochi na boss FAT,
Ebar baba r kotha sune hoche dite CAT…
Jedike takai rasta na pai sudhui Blind Lane,
Moner modhye kakuti … kaka kobe katbe twenty ten!!!!!!!!

bishwoCup 2010

Pagol Diego parlo nako, hotash korlo Rooney
Quarter e te Brazil jetei hahutash bani.
Total choralo chotto Messi, Super flop Kaka,
Argentina biday nitei bangali r Bishwocup faka.
Thomas Mueller jaat chenalo, Ghana o dilo Gyaan,
Long ranger e mon bhoralo Diego Forlan.
Lippi r team hochot khelo, mukh poralo Henry
Low er sporshe German dol ghoralo tader chori.
Shakira r waka waka te kaka sobai fatalo gola,
Ebar hit ekjon e boss, naam tar VUVUZELA.
Fabregas er maapa pass e Iniesta r goal,
Spain fello bishwo jure darun hottogol.
Del Bosque r darun chhoke sobar uthlo navishas,
Spain er montro chotto chilo, Hum Tum r Pass Pass!

MODI r DOKAN

Khullo abar MODI r dokan, uthlo abar jhor

Kinte Dada, Sachin, Pollard, hankche sobai dor……

Bish over er mojar khela, haazar binodon

Ek team te shilpa shetty , onno team e DON……….

Chok dhadhano jersey sobar, nanan tate AD

Beguni rong er pentulun r rangta mora PAD…..

Nach-che jhinku cheerleader, song-e bajche dhak

Hothat dekhi kothae hawa Bhogle kaka r tak……

Korbo Lorbo onek holo, Jitbo kobe Cup?

Todi r dewa Ganjee pore, hothat birol chaap……

Enechi dhore Guufo Whatmore, eseche Wasim bhai

Tora je ja bolis bhai…..ebar sonar cup ti chai…….

Khela e hocche asol guru, bujheche ebar DON

Ghardhakka diye bidey korlo Buchanon……

Kiwi r desher Bond o elo, barate team er goti,

David Hussey joldi eso, noyle bishal khoti…..

Esob to bhai team er kotha, asol kotha asi

IPL er bapok jore, bollywood o basi

Test cricketer ki je hobe, bhable lage bhoy….

Bolo he sobai, Modern Packer Lalit Modi r JOY!!!!!!

The Terminal

“Sir, are you travelling by flight SG 219 to New Delhi……”

I looked up to find a Spice Jet ground attendant beaming artificially at me.

“Yes….”

“Sir, the flight has been canceled. Sorry for the inconvenience Sir.”

“Excuse me….what do I do with this?” I showed my boarding card which reserved the seat 33C for me in the canceled voyage!

“Sir, we will refund your fare on producing this…..”

As I headed for my refund I saw a stream of people swarming the counter.

“I need you to reschedule me in the morning flight….”

“Why is the flight cancelled?”

A host of questions flooded the flight attendants……

As I entered the Kolkata Airport, I found an eerie loneliness…..very few people, fewer open counters and even fewer open food stalls. I felt something was not quite right and as you would have it, SG 219 cancelled my appointment.

After collecting my boarding pass, I sat down at the lobby and looked around. I was immediately taken into rewind mode…..back to IGI at New Delhi!

The scenes were quite different in the two airports….. Kolkata was silent, serene, lonely and cold on the other hand IGI was buzzing, sparkling, filled with people and definitely freezing. In IGI there wasn’t even a single dull moment, I plugged in my laptop, got the headphones out and had a great time just observing people who were on the phone, people at the book shops, at KFC, at the laptop stations and of course in the toilets! Kolkata gave me a feeling of being Viktor Navorski from Krakozhia! There were hardly anyone around, the stalls were empty, no food, one water cooler in isolation and definitely no plug points!

Though my country wasn’t being bombed or I wasn’t being chased around by rank Dixon, the whole setting at the Kolkata airport did remind me of the Spielberg movie the Terminal…..though my flight was cancelled I loved the creepiness of the huge airport! Only wish I could have met my Catherine Zeta Zones!

Lucky Tom!

Ibn Batuta - itchy feet!

“….Ibn Batuta…….ta ta ta

Bagal mein juta ta ta….”

The radio of the Toyota Innova started as soon as we left 207, Okhla.

May be not as dramatic as Ibn Batuta…still we had a destination….Chandni Chowk…..

Okhla to Patel Chowk in a cab, then Patel Chowk to Chowri bazaar by the tube…..You must be thinking, what is the big deal anyway?

But as soon as I walked out of the Chowri Bazaar tube station…. I thought I have seen this a hundred times before: the shops, the signboards, the masjids, the tangas and even a large tree…..but suddenly, something grabbed my attention I looked around again being truly aware of my surroundings for the first time that day.

I knew that I was in for a treat at Delhi-6.

Normally, one drives around a city….but a place like Chandni Chowk doesn’t allow that luxury. So one is forced to walk around…… the best way to take in the sights and sounds of any place. Especially walking without a purpose forces one to slow down and notice the smallest details that make things seem new and different. It lets you stop for golgappas, watch the monkey business, to take photographs…..smell the fuming kebabs…..actually feast on them at Karim’s (world famous in Delhi!) or just stare and assimilate.

Close on the heels of eating authentic mughlai food is visiting the local market – The Kinari Bazaar… A stroll through a marketplace offers a variety of experiences, many of them new even to a long-time resident. There is truly nothing that radiates the essence of a city better.

Every time one starts to feel tired of Delhi, just head to the lanes of Chandni Chowk with your camera and get yourself into the rediscovery mode…..

The golgappas, Karim’s kebabs, Nataraj de bhalles, paranthewali gali, lassi, rabri, khurchan….even the Banta…..the buffet just seems endless!!!!!