Dessert Delight! Yes, it’s December, snowing in New Jersey, Glasgow,
Warsaw, Toronto – I have quick clicks of snowy lanes of these foreign lands
where my first degree of friend footprints got embossed. True, this year my
country voted for “Acche Din”, just that
my state chose otherwise. Never mind the nature didn't disappoint! The cold waves
partially moved from north-west and have reached east.
Bright but gentle sunshine peeps in each morning through the broken
corners of the wooden frame of the window facing east at some degree. In the by-lanes
of my city of joy, amidst all uncertainties these lovely moments of hide and
seek with the warmth of Kolkata r Sith (winter
in Kolkata) is simply fabulous. You
know he is around just to meet you for a while and you pretend to be oblivion
of his presence just to spice the romanticism a little more.
Wished to pamper the lazy me under the fancy cover and
shamelessly play out with the infatuated ray of light that made its way to the
room. But the first quarter of weekend waits for you with a list of errands. Today
had to step out to complete a small odd work. It was almost midday that I was crossing
Basursree cinema hall on Hazra road.
It has undergone change. A recent syndrome is any place of past acquaintance takes
me backward little more than appreciating what is ahead and possibilities of
future.
Immediate friends most of them in early fourth decade have
been exploring more of what is called “mid-life” crisis. Experimental recipes, pegs
of hard liquor, colorful chirping and a plenty of meaningless nothings kept social
circuits fresh. Be it classroom or office, you leave behind the certificates
and designations and take forward some solid good moments for the album that
goes fat each year. Every passing year makes this thought stronger.
It must be two decades that I visited the Basursree. And must be final year of
college, four of us crossed the tram line to see the garland big cutout of a bollyhood hero. Larger than life images
often provoke to think in different plane. We challenged ourselves to enjoy but
finally left it little after the interval to settle for a wafer cone and one scoop
of vanilla. That is what collective wallet could afford. Melting sunshine and bite
of smooth vanilla left behind priceless moments that I flipped through with
closed eyes. It was one such December.
Life is just a bundle of calendars. They just overlap as we
cross pass each other to create moments – some good, some bad and rest is dust!
The classroom has new names for the same
roll numbers, the hostel has new guests for same room, the office chairs have
different people running the show with the same designations and the last page
of this year’s calendar has half spread its wings to fly soon. While the Santa jingles all the way from the snowy land to the soft cozy corner of my room here is
wishing a great fun filled year ahead full of vanilla moments. From the cacophony of the
life let the rhythm evolve aloud
“Aanewala Pal Jaanewala Hai
Ho Sake To Iss Mein Zindagi Bitaado Pal Jo Yeh
Jaanewala Hai
Ek Baar Waqt Se Lamha Gira Kahin
Wahaan Dastan Mili Lamha Kahin Nahin
Thoda Sa Hasaake Thoda Sa Rulaake Pal Ye Bhi Jaanewala Hai”
Thoda Sa Hasaake Thoda Sa Rulaake Pal Ye Bhi Jaanewala Hai”