Honey Bunny

Indian advertisement has moved on to the next level. Ek Se Bar Kar Ek! Heard DJs are playing one such ad campaign tune more than Sheilas and Munnis! “Honey … Bunny … Honey … Bunny”, unconsciously rhymed the latest top rated music tone of the country this evening while sipping a cup of hot tea on fairly cold evening in Kolkata. Typical 1 minute thoughts flashed through the freezed calendar days. 365 days almost flew!

Stanta Claus is gone. The Jiggling tone is in its last node but the Chocolate cake from Kathleen are over. 2013 is almost in. Priorities temporarily sterilized the writing spree this year. Best moment of the year was my relational promotion. Meet my nephew in the new born nursery. Amazing experience to hunt the one you are looking for while each little sleeping prince or princess demands a look.

What changed the most? Appetite to read newspaper over morning cup of tea!! The escalation mails on black berry were often a better read than the pathetic, depressing and scary cover stories of news dailies. Tired from office spend some quality time with family. Ma kept asking what is consuming most of my time which is covered in the blanket of busy tag; I feared she was trying to do a root cause of my inefficiency just like school days. Thank God we don’t have report cards that call for parent’s signature :) for office work!

During summer holidays, NRI friends landed the international airport which is far from perfect; however we dined in few new fast growing fine dining restaurants in the city of joy! The city has so much to gossip on not so happening things yet it has the spice to fuel one to continue for hours. Off course some facebook moments for quick post for the rest world of known and unknown to keep that gossip on for a few more days! Social Quotient - is the most happening thing on the virtual village.

The two political episodes that sucked some considerable time of the year were stories of two Presidents – Obama and Pranab. Patiently heard of reforms that Obama government made and thus hitting my US friends doing business. Occasionally while crossing the nearest flyover peep through to locate our President’s much published house in Kolkata. Unsure of all reforms that he makes, somewhere feel proud that he is incidentally my neighbor.

Felt nostalgic after the loss of teenage Hero - Rajesh Khanna. But mind is sincerely upset on a brutal murder committed for accomplishment of collaborative basic instinct in a country that is my motherland. Can we not be collaborative in real national goals and accomplish a safe and healthy environment for tomorrow ? Thoughts are jumbled and hence giving sentiments a sedimentation time, hoping the clarity of mind to rise from the dirt of matter.

Wish a very safe and healthy 2013.Let us be responsible to do our best in our personal deals and towards our civil society. Want to really feel carefree and sing a honey… bunny … honey …bunny…!!

Spectacular Spectacles

One more 'Year-album' is near over. The chrysantahums have bloomed as always starring with promises unbound. Garden changes, association changes, nature of accomplishments and failures changes, relations and status changes yet December looks that stunning as ever. Every year it looks equally young. It provokes to energize. Looked back, to pick up the most memorable calendar moment.

I meet him for the second time this year. Heard, that he is not a friendly guy. But we rocked in the first meet. It was all by coincidence that we meet the next time in a funeral ceremony. Sense of loss was looming in the house, but he was the only one moving with a smiling face. I had no option but to express my joy of meeting him once more. We exchanged dialogues - sweet nothings. I conveyed him that I need to board a flight and travel back home that evening. He expressed a mixed feelings and urged me to move to the lonely bedroom for a private chat.

Sense of loss was heavy and mind was more tired than body. I wanted to take this opportunity to stretch-out. We moved into the room hand in hand unnoticed by others who were busy in family rituals - more on rules less on relation. I was about to remove my spectacles to close my eyes. He held on to my hands. His small and soft hands tried its best to have a grip on mine. I accepted the defeat to make him happy but raised my eye brows to enquire why?

With a brilliant smile he said - "Dream with your spectacles on , dreams become clear!". Not sure what he thought but I wondered it would be great to have such a spectacle to render dreams clearly. To break our unconventional dating session Meetu - a doctor by professional and a mother of an autistic kid by fate popped in. Meetu and I are connected by relation with the man who had bid a farewell to the world and we had gathered to witness his last rites. I could sense her mental turmoil searching for her only son in a crowded house.

Realizing that her challenged son is in safe custody she wanted to express her gratitude, which earnestly should have come from my end as he was the only piece of happiness in the unrest state of affairs. Meetu's seven years challenged son taught me to dream different. Not sure when we would again get a chance to meet - may be some other family gathering and wish for a better cause.

Gyan #25 Visioning a clear dream is more than reality!