Change

Have any one of you read Benjamin Holt's The Tao of Pooh?(try following the link and you will get some bytes) I guess you should read it. Not that it will help you achieve instant nirvana or sorts, but it certainly will make you feel better if you face some unexplainable condition or to put it more simply if you feel that your heart and head are going different places. No prizes for guessing that, yes, your truly is in such a situation. Sigh!!!

Change is difficult. As human being we have a very enviable quality of adapting, so says our texts of biology and sociology. Ask me, indeed we do but perhaps not well adapted to accept a change as easily as other animals. And tell you what, it all boils down, very ironically to the very quality which differentiates us from animals- Reason and Emotion. Because we can reason we manage to emote and resist a change. (Well, most of the time we do). I am in the threshold of change right now. I have a new job, a new place, a new location and new people. The transition is easy when I reason with my career graph and pocket in mind. It definitely is difficult when I think of the friends I am now going to be less associated with. It is even more difficult when I realise that lunch hours will be in a different place with different people. Yes, the logic says that I'll get used to this but somehow this time my emotions are not giving in easily. The transition from DIREM to Music Today was easy owing to the fact that I was somehow prepared for it from sometime but, from MT to somewhere else- I guess it happened a little to soon and caught my emotions off-guard. My father changed his job only once to join from Cotton College to a University. 35 years and only one change. Me-Two years and two changes. What should you call it? Inconsistency, aspiration or plain struggle to survive the rat race as the best rat perhaps. I'll select the latter but wish I could change the rat bit, because rats should not be emotional and I am. I will miss my friends here. Music Today/Business Today seemed to me like a pulpit of energy where I felt like an electron. Guess electrons do not make much difference but they do create energy and I did manage to do that, only because I had lots of friends to receive and give back in return. Now I'll miss all this and I am resorting to Pooh to sort my dilemma. Well, he did to some extent...

"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.

"Yes,"said Piglet, "Rabit's clever."

"And he has Brain."

"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."

There was a long silence.

"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."

There we go.. you see, I guess I do not need to understand and only feel happy that I'll miss them because I cherish them. Oh Yes, I do!!!

Indra Vihar-House no 297 Chapter 1 : Etiquette

The coterie of friends in the house only increased every weekend. House no 297-Indra Vihar, North Campus, Delhi University was a haven (can be read as heaven) for a many motley lot of Assamese boys that immigrated to Delhi for their 'higher' education. My first visit to the house was a pretense and also my initiation into the lives of many people who would go down the memory lane as great friends. Sajid, a friend, occupied the first room with another great guy- Som Pal. Bipin Gogoi occupied the room in the middle and Pemba occupied the the innermost room (I would like to refer to this room as the most interesting room and also the common room for all guys who visited with their girl-friends). The house would confirm itself to all expectations of the typical bachelor suite. The first time I entered, I was greeted by an intolerable stench from the bathroom. On a more intrusive inspection and query I learnt that Bipin had left some of his clothes in a bucket to be washed for a week.
"So?" I quizzed.
"No, he has left it to be washed and the maid who washes our clothes has quit," Sajid informed me.
"And we perhaps forgot to tell him about it," Sajid continued seeing the "So?" look on my face yet again.
"Perhaps!" I shuddered. The stench and the nonchalance with which, Sajid told me the reason mixed into a terrible cocktail in my head.
"How can Bipin be so callous about his clothes and how can these guys roll around on their beds without winching their nose in the stench which was only getting stronger," I thought to myself.
I restrained myself from probing further thinking it would be uncouth to do so.
Etiquette is a funny learning imbibed into us through our upbringing. While we swear by it when we age and climb into the more sophisticated layers of society, it certainly is a deterrent to friendship during your college years. This exactly was my case then, as I watched Sajid roll into the corner of the bed letting out a yawn. Cropped hair, Oval face, average height, charming smile (the kind which will allow you to be comfortable) Sajid is someone I knew through my earlier set of roomies- Allan Saugat and Asif.
At this moment, clad only in undies, Sajid was not the attractive self as described. I thought it was blasphemous to sleep in your undies alone. And here I am, seated next to someone who with his complete nonchalance to my thoughts was puncturing my paradigms of etiquette.
"Are you comfortable?" Sajid quizzes me, wondering where was I lost.
"Yeah, am fine," I replied snapping out of my philosophical reverie.

(So folks that is it for today. Next: "Bipin Gogoi"

30th May

I know it has been long and like stated earlier-Yes I have been too lazy and preoccupied to punch into my blog. I even broke the promise to myself that I will be regular but what the heck. Here I am again and I begin off with a little 'long' ago memory of my birthday. Oh yes 30th May was my birthday. "How old" did you ask. Well, I have walked 26years on this earth. (25 to be more precise considering that one year I was cradled in arms). Oh yes, there were celebrations and thanks to Orkut, there were wishes from all quarters. Birthdays allow one to feel ery special and I guess mine was no exception. Be at home or at office all stood by my side, sang for me and also polished cake on my face. (Some pics below will certify that). I always get a little philo about birthdays and celebrations but being human I enjoy it tremendously. The evening was with Simmi and it could only get better. Now, when I come to think of it everyone who made me feel special shared the emotion that "Yes Binodan we care and we want a party", Cheeky, yes, and yes many parties are due but like I always say... Parties happen always and so it will for all the well wishers!!!!

A highlight of the Orkut wishes was a thank you note that I very egotistically take pride of of showcasing hoping that the poetic skills are appreciated. I have laced it along with this post and reiterate my thanks to all!



"Thanks



So that was my day,Some butts and many hugs to say.

Thank you Simmi for being the first to begin my day

Abhishek the beers are for you still there

Purbasha, my lovely sis you indeed scrapped before anyone dares

And from Dubai, Abhi you also made me special all the way

Leena thank you in the proverbial way

So also to Riaz in the Australian bayMadhushruti

Ofcourse the party is due

Pallavi friends like you are few

Ratnadip you are indeed of the langotiya yaars and years (pun intended)

Rahul Mathur- of the best NIILM dosts and yaars

Roshni- a double whammy my sis, message and scrap and the 10p call

Arushi, Meha might have missed it but not you-the real friend of them all

Priyanku-missed the 26 pegs but loved your skull

Sudarshana from JNU-you make the wishes and chat more fun

Pratik wished me the bottles of beers,to you I say I say cheers!

Anmol I am fine and loved your thoughts dearLata- For your feelings-Thanks you

Bubbly ba wished me from Bangalore, with a "dog named Boo" [;)]

Sharmee-My black velvet lady-Special wishes 4rm u

Barnalee bou, will celebrate with you all tonight, Apu you can also be a part of the Assamese cuisines delight!

Kartik-Your guitar and smile rocks my scrap book

Akshat-your wishes aerodynamic made my day fly off all hooks

Nadeem You remembered, a long wish-

Thank youMerlvin my mate . my sherrif and 'the voice'-

Your energies were with me day and night

Isha- a lovely message a lovely scrap and ofcourse my digital designs dear

Jasmine- A wish from you and tweety was more than just mere

Allan- Big wishes from the big man, you are a sonuvagun

Gunjit-main kaha ji thank you ha jee,

Kameene mera B'day mein last wish kiya ha jee

Pooja- legal wish from the legal eagle

Mitasha-grace defined, Patiala Peg thanks the Red wine

And lastly Bijal you are not late

Your wishes were always in my plate

Swati a day late but your wishes count a lot, mate!

So thats it, I think I have not given anyone a miss

And so I thank you all and promise you that I treasure you all!!"