tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65188973826415696212012-01-05T01:09:02.514+05:30Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-18602805829843329382010-10-14T01:13:00.000+05:302010-10-14T01:13:39.608+05:302010-10-14T01:13:39.608+05:30<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/TBuLxbS46ZI/AAAAAAAADOg/Op2Kk8bTro0/s1600/DSC_0667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/TBuLxbS46ZI/AAAAAAAADOg/Op2Kk8bTro0/s200/DSC_0667.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fort Aguada, Goa, India</td></tr> </tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">In the dusty lanes of Haridwar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Rumbling with the echoes of the Om<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The smeared vermillion- ash and the karmic cycle of life and death<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see; I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">In the sunshine land of Goa<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The feni and the swaying palm leaves, blonde hippies and youthful rave<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Dancing to the tune of Galiyan Saakli Sonachi<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Hindustan ka Dil- or call it Lutyen’s Delhi<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The stroke of the midnight hour, the unfurled tricolor in the Lal Qil'ah<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The days of the Raj, of Firangi Paani and Paranthe wali galiyas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">In the land of the Rajas; bounded by the Thar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Brave people long gone; but their legends still holding strong<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The azure of Jodhpur, the balletic poise of the Ghoomar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">In the land of the mighty Hoogly<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The early morning daaks and the festivities of DurgaPujo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Enthralled by the Bauls and the ektaras; and the crescendo beat of Tagore’s ekla chalo re<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">In the misty fog of the Lake Umiam<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Meghalaya- they call, the abode of the clouds<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Strummin’ of the guitar and the alluring Miss Monalisa Lingdo<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">The birthplace of our Father, Gujarat it is- On the western front<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The salty desolateness of the Rann of Kutch, the holy Jyotirling of Somnath Temple<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Dhoklas and the Theplas and the youthful beats of the Garba<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Aamchi Mumbai- the Sapno ki Nagri-Of Stardust and Greasepaint<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The City that gives everything but takes some part of the soul in trade<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Taj of Apollo Bunder and the teeming millions of the Churchgate station<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Kashmir- the jannat on Earth, bounded by the Himalayas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The boat ride on the Dal Lake, the coveted invite to the Wazwan feast<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Of Rogan Josh, saffron flavored Kahwah and the comfort of the shawl Cashmere<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Karnataka- Of boiled beans and the Sword of Tippo Sultan<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The ruins of Hampi and the Vijayanagar Empire<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The mridangam, tambura and the kanjira and the divine gāyaki of Carnatic music<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Assam- The land of the Red River and Blue Hills<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Of the Rhinos and the slopped beauty of the tea gardens<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The enchanting spirit of Rongali Bihu, bringing distant hearts together<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">I am- the spirit of the traveler<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I wander, I search, I seek; I tread the path unknown- far and wide<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Nameless; yet a chronicler of the living history<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I am alive within all, I am- the spirit of the traveler- unbound!</div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-8703507570158753104?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com14http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/spirit-of-traveler.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-69259553518597164202009-11-27T21:50:00.001+05:302009-11-27T22:18:02.143+05:302009-11-27T22:18:02.143+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sw_7moZHZxI/AAAAAAAADDw/lyJx-_mXRzg/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sw_7moZHZxI/AAAAAAAADDw/lyJx-_mXRzg/s200/images.jpeg" /></a><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> <span style="color: #002060;">Lucifer put on his overcoat, the chrome of his Colt Peacemaker revolver glistened for a while and then disappeared. He scratched his four day old stubble… and let out a curse and turned away to view the road from the window. </span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">Someone is going to pay today... it has been 15 years now, it's payback time!! </span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He walked into the road. The evening traffic... directionless people travelling to nowhere lands… honking horns, boredom written visibly on their faces. Lovers walking past holding hands… perhaps sticking to each other… long after love has kissed them goodbye… a finality that most people take a lifetime to realize. Dreams rot, kids are the only thing holding them from falling apart.</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He quickly gathered his thoughts and chided himself for getting carried away. He tilted his suede hat to partially hide his eyes. Eyes invariably give away what’s on your mind and Lucifer was not comfortable with that idea. Utmost secrecy... yeah… that’s the key to get the job done. Failure was not an option now… murder was on his mind… pure, naked, honest intent to snuff out someone’s living daylights… and no other person would have deserved this more. </span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He walked briskly in the esplanade… the cobblestone gave out a dull shine… the indolence sticking to it like grime… man walk, women walk, every damn person walk across these lanes… but none more resolute than the one with the Colt.</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He went past the Chinese restaurant Red Dragon and a whiff of aroma wafted towards him. He has hardly eaten anything since he came back from that 15 year old journey but hunger can wait now. Although just before this thought passed he wondered what was the Chef’s special tonight… Octopus soup, Peking duck, Wontons… whatever! Anthony Bourdain must have tried some of those… that fella can eat anything…</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">A black convertible came behind him and honked like it was the fashion statement of the season… cacophony still haunts him just like absolute silence… the worst thing than madness is perhaps the realization that one is mad… the feeling that one is in control while one is perhaps just a puppet on a string.</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He saw his target from a distance, it has been 15 years but still the vulgarity on that fellow’s face was fresh as ever, the aquiline nose and the pok marks and the undeniable feeling that this person is meant to be evil… he still wears his gold necklace… which more than anything else... accentuates the vulgarity of his existence. He was chatting with his numerous hangerons; perhaps making plans for another evening of his wretched existence. It’s time for his deliverance. Amen!</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">The plan was simple… it has to be swift, one shot to the head and the Colt will do the rest. The noise from the firing will create a din and bustle and he will make good his escape in the ensuing melee. He will flick the gun as soon as the job is done… it’s bought from the grey and he made sure that he won’t be traceable. The police, the investigators can all go to hell.</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He clutched his gun under the coat… the cold chrome of the gun gave him a tingling sensation… the wintry darkness was his perfect alibi… the target was smiling… his uneven teeth flashed once… what a sweet, memorable end it’s going to be. Who will come to his funeral, will there be a memorial service... not that he deserves one. Death… poetic justice… whatever… Lucifer plans to visit his grave… to see that he is firmly encased down under… lilies, roses, karma, moksha…. </span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">Concentrate- Aim- Shoot and get over it- he pulled his gun out…</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">Bang! Arghhh…..</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">The target clutched his heart and fell with a deep thud… the hanger-ons scampered for cover… </span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He planned to hit him in the head and not the heart… there was something wrong somewhere… and more importantly, he was yet to pull the trigger…</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">Psychedelic... divine deliverance…?</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He slid his gun inside his pocket and looked at the target… done for the good… eyes rolled out as if he was put in a suspended animation. Who else could have done that? Why?</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He could hear sirens of the incoming police and paramedicos… he started walking away… nothing went as planned… he was in a daze… the honor of snuffing the evil life was taken away from him while he was almost there… life is cruel.. just life death. He hates both… now more than ever.</span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He took the alley connecting the downtown area… he saw a silhouette of a human form… elongated shadows… briskly walking… might be a lady… no not might... it is a lady… those curves… aah… can make anyone breathless… focus focus… he saw her dropping something near the dustbin… it clanked and disappeared in the heap. She then flagged a cab… her curles caressed her face and the taxi meter went down and she was gone. </span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He stood there for a while… he turned back to see what she has left behind… it was a Baretta 92... </span><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060;">He smiled… <i>Death came... not once but twice!!</i></span><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-6925955351859716420?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com47http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-smokin-barrels.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-89997785680707593222009-05-28T22:27:00.002+05:302009-05-28T22:42:38.776+05:302009-05-28T22:42:38.776+05:30<meta content="text/html; 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text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #943634; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Lucifer put on his overcoat, the chrome of his Colt Peacemaker revolver glistened for a while and then disappeared.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #943634; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Someone is going to pay today... it has been 15 years now, it's payback time!! </span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Wrote this dialogue to portray the power of the written words… where we teleport ourselves into a world of our fantasies and imagination. Each one of us might visualize Lucifer in a different manner, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;">How old is he?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;">Who is he?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;">Why he took out the Colt Revolver? What is the bore? How it looks?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;">Why he has put on an overcoat? Is it cold? Rainy? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;">Which place he is in?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;">Was he a wronged person or is he a criminal?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;">What he was doing for past 15 years? Was he jailed? Or in a coma?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Harrington;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #002060; font-family: &quot;Snap ITC&quot;; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">I</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">’ve just started reading Amitav Ghosh’s first novel titled The Circle of Reason. I mainly read in the long Infy bus journeys and hardly able to turn a page during the weekends. During one such journey I just drifted into the memories of my school and the school library. Every Friday afternoon we were allowed to borrow books from the school library and it was my first serious foray into the beautiful and incredible world of books, novels, poems. My dad also had a medium sized library at home; his journalistic inclinations veered him more towards Assamese literature and more serious stuff which was a bit too much for a scrawny kid just promoted into 4th standard. When I grew up I finally realized the value of his collection. There were rare issues of TIME, SPAN and such foreign publication magazines dating back to the 70s, award winning Assamese novels and Assamese counterpart of the Reader’s Digest name</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">d</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> BISHMOI etc. I remember reading Lost Horizon by James Hilton and was such in awe of the Paradise on Earth Shangri-La!! Those were the days whe</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">n</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> internet was unheard of and books were a constant companion. There were books on Osho and Super Consciousness and I just couldn’t comprehend it at all that time… left reading after 1-2 pages. The problem starts when we grow up and </span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">began to </span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">understand the essence and the nuances of words… during my B-school days a teacher recommended the book called The Autobiography of a Yogi… and it was such a spiritually uplifting book. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">But then when you read/know too much you start to think too much and then starts the dissonance. You come up with many questions for which you can’t find an easy answer and then you start more, even in Infy buses… you start typing random lines in your mobile textpad and then try to find some coherence in them. And then you long for those bygone days, when as a kid you would jostle with your half-pant schoolmates and try to issue another action packed issue of the Hardy Boys, Famous 5 and The Three Investigators!! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Frank and Joe Hardy, Chet Morton and his yellow <i>jalopy</i>; Julian, Dick, Anne and George and Timmy the dog; Jupiter, Pete and Bob were such an integral part of my childhood memories. I would venture every week into castles, solve mysteries of the talking skull and bust a gang of art thieves. Those were innocent childhood fun times with a dosage of bravado, adventure and spine chilling moments. By the end of it all I and my friends managed to read almost all of Hardy Boys, Famous Fives and 3 Investigators. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Days turned into months and months into years… and I graduated from teen novels to books by Sidney Sheldon, Robin Cook, Jeffrey Archer and Sherlock Holmes (By Arthur Conan Doyle) and a bit from the Indian writers. Jhumpa Lahiri and Amitav Ghosh are a personal favorite as was Ayn Rand and Paulo Coelho (read almost 80% of their books). Ayn Rand’s lesser known book WE THE LIVING has a protagonist named </span><i><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Andrei Taganov</span></i><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> who was tagged as <i>A Communist Hero in an Anti-Communist novel</i> &nbsp;and that character, I feel, is the </span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">literary character I resemble the most</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">… and he was finally the victim of his own idealism and more so for his love!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">I woke up to Assamese novels quite late… perhaps as a 15-16 year old and there are a few ones worth mentioning… Kanchan Baruah’s <i>Ashimot Jar Heral Seema</i> (rough translation: Boundaries are lost in infinity) was a fantastic read and kept me engrossed. It had a mythical, magical feeling to it that was unparalleled.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">The bus journey in the evening through the Hosur Road are less frustrating now… because I’m also traveling along with Alu, an orphan who flees Kolkata to Goa and then boards an illegal trawler to Africa… finding and then realizing that life comes a full circle and that every circle also has its own reasons!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Here raising a toast to the magic of the written words!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">P.S </span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Which literary character you resemble the most??</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Wingdings;">:-)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Wingdings;">Some of my recent clicks:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sh7B-ZjaxRI/AAAAAAAADCU/OX6JH5ZZxI0/s1600-h/aaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sh7B-ZjaxRI/AAAAAAAADCU/OX6JH5ZZxI0/s200/aaaa.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">A nomad through life’s labyrinth <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">Reminiscing the good ol’ memories <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">Holding a promise of everlasting remembrance <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #003300; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">And waiting till Time ceases to exist&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: #003300; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">In the darkness of the night I search for you amongst the stars<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">And my heart leaps up in adoration too<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">My tempestuous mind swiftly flies away<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">Such strong is the desire to be near you</span><br /> <span style="color: maroon; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;"></span><br /> <span style="color: maroon; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;"><o:p><br /> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">Like sparks of lightning we met<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">Strangers yet finding a common tune<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Cambria; font-size: small;">Dreams woven together, blessed by the moonlit sky<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Cambria;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aren’t our lives all about love and being loved?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-3455270934970907348?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com7http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-memories-stand-still.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-61913665032164699432009-04-05T13:38:00.001+05:302009-04-05T13:40:49.341+05:302009-04-05T13:40:49.341+05:30<div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #943634; font-family: &quot;Georgia&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”</span></i><span style="font-family: &quot;Georgia&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> - </span><span style="color: #004294; font-family: &quot;Georgia&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Henry Miller</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"></span></div><div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 26pt;">L</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">ast <i>extended</i> weekend I was in Pune to be with my friend to spend some quality time. After days of planning, creating a ‘touristy itinerary’ and modifying it time and again… and still clearer of the idea that life’s greatest journeys are those that are taken unplanned…&nbsp; I landed up in Pune’s Lohegaon airport… trying hard not to look like the ubiquitous nerds and carrying half my intended clothes and double the money!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Day 1: was for movies and eating out… and planned to watch AA DEKHE ZARA or THE REVOLUTIONARY ROAD but eventually had to settle for a typical masala flick starring Bobby Deol, Shriya and Nana Patekar titled EK- The Power of One… due to the ongoing strike betn the filmmakers and multiplex owners. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Day 2: was originally planned for a visit to Matheran but eventually changed it to Mumbai and it turned out much better than expected. Took a Volvo and took pics enroute, visited Churgate, Nariman Point, Marine Drive, Chowpatty, Boat ride in front of the Taj Mahal Hotel, Gateway of India, Lunch @ Leopold Café. One thing we noticed was the bullet mark in the window right next to where we sat in the first floor of the café… a poignant remembrance of the ill-fated day perhaps. The place is famous as a backpacker’s joint and was bustling with people… conversing over good food and mugs of beer… </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Once we came out after having lunch I noticed that I’ve left my Fastrack sunglass in the café… and I just moved on… although it would have taken just 5-7 mins to walk back and get it back…<span style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Wingdings;"></span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> It was a sultry day but a day well spent… although we were dead tired by the time we came back to Pune at 9pm.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Day3: After a good night’s sleep we had a nice heavy bfast comprising of utthapams, Sabudana khichidi and chai… we planned for the day. The earlier plans to visit the Sinhagad fort and other nearby places got modified and we planned to start the day by watching AA DEKHE ZARA… for me it was a welcome change from the regular multiplexes and we visited a single theatre movie hall which was as plush as a multiplex with good sound and deluxe reclining seats… all these and much more for just 80 bucks a ticket… and the morning show was available for just 40 bucks… </span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">I am not sure about the Critic’s ratings of this movie but we thoroughly enjoyed this movie… and definitely worth a dekko… In between lunch and movie we got some spare time and we visited a nearby mall and I bought a Provogue T-shirt which was a 10-sec impulse buying… and I changed my Pink Floyd black T-shirt with the new striped maroon one in the restroom and walked back with a new look!! </span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">We also visited Shanivar Wada and Shinde Chatri and really liked the whole experience… as if our history is preserved in a time-warp.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Evening time was reserved for visiting <b>Oh! Calcutta </b>which was a specialty Bengali cuisine restaurant… and we enjoyed Hilsa in mustard sauce, steamed rice plus other delicacies… The absolutely fantastic ambience and piped instrumental music made it a truly memorable outing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Next day I took my flight back and reached office directly from the airport…. It took 70 mins from Pune to Bangalore and 2.5 hrs from BIAL to Electronics City… which truly highlights the sorry state.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">It was a very memorable weekend break and I made good use of my Nikon dlsr as well… plus I came to appreciate the timer mechanism in her Kodak camera which helped us to take many ‘US’ pics without asking any bystanders to do the honors!!</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: &quot;Cambria&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Ending this&nbsp;post with a few lines from the Westlife song- FLYING WITHOUT WINGS.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;High Tower Text&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: x-small;">And you're the place my life begins,<br /> and you'll be where it ends.<br /> I'm flying without wings.<br /> And that's the joy you bring,<br /> I'm flying without wings.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="color: blue; margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;High Tower Text&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: x-small;">Here are a few pics that I managed to click during the journey:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhh3Dx0Z4I/AAAAAAAAC-U/ax3LsonmXT4/s1600-h/old+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhh3Dx0Z4I/AAAAAAAAC-U/ax3LsonmXT4/s200/old+man.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 1: An ancient man guarding Shinde Chatri (Pune)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhiUum1aiI/AAAAAAAAC-c/mgPlAokzMG0/s1600-h/asmi+bus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhiUum1aiI/AAAAAAAAC-c/mgPlAokzMG0/s200/asmi+bus.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 2: <span id="breadcumb_tail">Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhi_koRirI/AAAAAAAAC-k/NlwjLLvDe_E/s1600-h/bird+mynah1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhi_koRirI/AAAAAAAAC-k/NlwjLLvDe_E/s200/bird+mynah1.jpg" /></a><span id="breadcumb_tail">&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">&nbsp;Pic 3: <span id="breadcumb_tail">Mynah</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhjMGylRNI/AAAAAAAAC-s/49KNnuVdME0/s1600-h/DSC_1819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhjMGylRNI/AAAAAAAAC-s/49KNnuVdME0/s200/DSC_1819.jpg" /></a><span id="breadcumb_tail">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 4: Churchgate Rly Station, Mumbai</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhjV9EBH6I/AAAAAAAAC-0/7KaanBlfZj8/s1600-h/family+random.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhjV9EBH6I/AAAAAAAAC-0/7KaanBlfZj8/s200/family+random.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;High Tower Text&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14pt;"> <br /> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;High Tower Text&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14pt;"> <br /> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;High Tower Text&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14pt;"> <br /> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &quot;High Tower Text&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 5: Candid pic at Nariman Point, Mumbai</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhjmnWKFuI/AAAAAAAAC-8/T273KJax80Q/s1600-h/flawar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhjmnWKFuI/AAAAAAAAC-8/T273KJax80Q/s200/flawar.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 6: Paint me Yellow</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhj0pxhROI/AAAAAAAAC_E/E190Np5O6Yg/s1600-h/DSC_1849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhj0pxhROI/AAAAAAAAC_E/E190Np5O6Yg/s200/DSC_1849.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 7:Inertia of Unrest- Marine Drive, Mumbai</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhkIf1rqiI/AAAAAAAAC_M/Dlu8Q88nhsc/s1600-h/flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhkIf1rqiI/AAAAAAAAC_M/Dlu8Q88nhsc/s200/flower.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 8: O' Beautiful World!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhkVAJCOvI/AAAAAAAAC_U/3hKXv8kd4do/s1600-h/DSC_1907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhkVAJCOvI/AAAAAAAAC_U/3hKXv8kd4do/s200/DSC_1907.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 9: Life's beautiful wallpaper (Pune)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhkqyy_fFI/AAAAAAAAC_c/90q5WaXbuzg/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhkqyy_fFI/AAAAAAAAC_c/90q5WaXbuzg/s200/Untitled.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 10: The Taj of Apollo Bunder (Hotel Taj Mahal, Mumbai )</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhk8z4mqVI/AAAAAAAAC_k/jWvsO-k0pUM/s1600-h/DSC_1959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhk8z4mqVI/AAAAAAAAC_k/jWvsO-k0pUM/s200/DSC_1959.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 11: Nature's Pallette</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhlKcbKWSI/AAAAAAAAC_s/fttBF0aRxWM/s1600-h/temple+bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhlKcbKWSI/AAAAAAAAC_s/fttBF0aRxWM/s200/temple+bw.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 12: Shinde Chatri,Pune</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhli-0CQYI/AAAAAAAAC_0/uuOfYlQzhos/s1600-h/DSC_1860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhli-0CQYI/AAAAAAAAC_0/uuOfYlQzhos/s200/DSC_1860.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 13: Sparrow (Face/Off)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhmAN1DKZI/AAAAAAAAC_8/DqNI7zCe3pQ/s1600-h/DSC_1979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdhmAN1DKZI/AAAAAAAAC_8/DqNI7zCe3pQ/s200/DSC_1979.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 14: Oh! Calcutta (Speciality Bengali Cuisine Restaurant, Pune)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhmx6_y7YI/AAAAAAAADAE/TSiMDWVI1Rk/s1600-h/jagat+calcutta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/Sdhmx6_y7YI/AAAAAAAADAE/TSiMDWVI1Rk/s200/jagat+calcutta.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Pic 15: That inevitable pic... (tht's me!! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-6191366503216469943?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com8http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/flying-without-wings-rendezvous-at-pune.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-89144205239334817802009-04-01T23:00:00.000+05:302009-04-01T23:00:51.152+05:302009-04-01T23:00:51.152+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SdOkiXH_fJI/AAAAAAAAC9c/vEtRx7JbuFU/s1600-h/black+rose.jpg" 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lens. <span style="color: #990000;">&nbsp;</span></span></b><br /> <b><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">(Click to see enlarged versions)</span></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-3507264436338709479?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com6http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/incredible-india-bangalore-through-my.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-13473252423367302462009-03-22T22:02:00.000+05:302009-03-22T22:02:31.119+05:302009-03-22T22:02:31.119+05:30<div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A video that I made from pics that I took with my Nikon D40.</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">India's largest river <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brahmaputra">Brahmaputra</a> which flows through my native city Guwahati is the subject of my romance!! :-)</span></div><br /> <br /> <object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/olx0URj2pBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/olx0URj2pBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-1347325242336730246?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com2http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/brahmaputra-incredible-river-in.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-53978564812985445502009-03-22T15:43:00.003+05:302009-03-22T15:58:57.111+05:302009-03-22T15:58:57.111+05:30<div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here are a set of questions that I've prepared for Infosys Quizzing Circle.</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Enjoy them and do share your feedback/suggestions.</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dfbj3cr_8695g65md3" title="download document">Click to download</a></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div 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77.12745699999999 13.3061645 78.061295http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-of-answers-quiz.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-45575159045013732012009-03-19T21:43:00.005+05:302009-03-19T21:51:54.785+05:302009-03-19T21:51:54.785+05:30<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/ScJufZvyRzI/AAAAAAAACgo/CbpvUrjUCyY/s1600-h/Pulp_fiction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/ScJufZvyRzI/AAAAAAAACgo/CbpvUrjUCyY/s320/Pulp_fiction.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="160" /></a></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" 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Curiosity got the better of me and I actually did a count of the movies that I've watched from amongst those in the list. I scored 35/71 which is a decent number but I need to watch the remaining few movies asap!! :)</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you have some personal fav movie names to share please leave me a comment!!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just do a check and let me know what your count is. Enjoy!!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: blue;">BLUE</span></b><span style="color: blue;">= I've watched :)</span><b><span style="color: blue;"><br /> </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Berlin Sans FB&quot;;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b style="color: black;">BLACK</b><span style="color: black;">= Need to watch :(</span></span> <br /> </span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Berlin Sans FB&quot;;"></span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Berlin Sans FB&quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /> <ol start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Schindler’s list-must must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Life is beautiful(Italian)-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The bicycle thief(Italian)-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The pianist-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Gone with the wind-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Apocalypse now<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Godfather(I and 2)- third one is not good-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Pulp fiction-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">When harry met sally-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Forrest Gump-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The terminal-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Castaway-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">You have got mail-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Sleepless in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">seattle</st1:place></st1:city>-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Pretty woman-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Citizen kane(rated by most as the best movie ever made)-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><st1:city w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Lawrence</span></st1:city><span style="font-family: Rockwell;"> of <st1:place w:st="on">Arabia</st1:place>-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">On the waterfront<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The sound of music-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The taxi driver-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Raging bull-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Saving private Ryan<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The children of Heaven(Iranian)- must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The Color of paradise(Iranian)-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The motorcycle diaries(Spanish)-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Ben hur<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The Graduate<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Out of <st1:place w:st="on">Africa</st1:place><o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The boy in the striped pyjamas-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Hotel Rwanada-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The Shawshank redemption-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">One flew over the cuckoo’s nest<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Casablanca-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Goodfellas<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Psycho-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The silence of the lambs<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Vertigo-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">A clockwork orange-most complicated film ever made<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Monty python and the holy grail-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Requiem for a dream-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The bridge on the river Kwai-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Roshomon(Japanese)-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Seven samurai(Japanese)-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Singin in the rain<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Amadeus<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The apartment<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Braveheart-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Gladiator<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Annie hall-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The sixth sense<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The big Lebowski<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Scarface<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Rosemary’s baby(great horror movie)<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Roman holiday-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Rocky-some parts<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Escape to victory-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Chariots of fire-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Seabiscuit-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Cool runnings-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Toy story<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Wall E<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Some like it hot-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The Exorcist-great horror movie<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">City of god(Brazilian)<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">The Gods must be crazy-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Crouching tiger hidden dragon<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Children of Paradise(French)-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">8-1/2(Italian)<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Battleship Potemkin<o:p></o:p></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell;">Notting Hill-must watch<o:p></o:p></span></li> </ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-4557515904501373201?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com1http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/movies-to-see-before-you-die.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-49198679299133562002009-03-09T21:09:00.003+05:302009-03-09T21:21:43.032+05:302009-03-09T21:21:43.032+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SbU36iffs9I/AAAAAAAACfY/TLoy8pKkKmA/s1600-h/DSC_1287111+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SbU36iffs9I/AAAAAAAACfY/TLoy8pKkKmA/s200/DSC_1287111+copy.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: 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Roman&quot;,serif;">People huddled together over glowing embers<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">the freshness in the dew soaked air<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">filling up my heart's innards.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The tall snow covered pine trees<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">and Jesus looking intently from the church<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Children in bright woolens<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">and young lovers and their sweet nothings.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The intoxicated nowhere man lying in the dark, wet street<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Oblivious to the slow life around<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">And the <i>Kongs </i>with blood red lips chewing <i>kwai</i><o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">the taxis crammed with comrades <o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">ferrying them to never never land.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The abode of the clouds it’s called <o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">and its crowning glory being Shi-llong.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The long winding roads<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">and the breathtaking view from Shillong peak.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The sails of the leisurely boats<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">In the silent waters of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">lake</st1:placetype> <st1:placename w:st="on">Umiam</st1:placename></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The Scottish cottages in its wooden antiquity&nbsp;&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Remnants of the bygone days.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The beautiful damsels in Police Bazaar<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">dressed up for life’s carnival <o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">their laughter fills the air...<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">and many a young hearts flutter.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Lazy Sunday morning<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Sunbeam piercing through the clouds<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">cheerful birds and their fanciful flights<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">in the blue blue sky.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Beatles and ABBA joining hands with Dylan<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">music wafting from the antique radio in the porch.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">People dressed and queuing&nbsp;up <o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">to sing paeans to the Lord.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Old gents in tartan coats<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">with their smoking pipes akin to Sherlock<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">wrinkled, wizened and the signs of a good, relaxed life<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">ol' world charm and heart full of memories to hold onto.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The young widow with two tiny tots<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Deserted by the guy whose promises meant so much once.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Bitter sweet is life's song<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">the crescendo intertwined with the low tunes.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Shillong gives so much to you<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">but it takes back some part of you too<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">some part of your heart… &nbsp;will forever belong<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">and roam around in the winding lanes of Shillong. <o:p></o:p></div><i style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Shillong</i><span style="font-family: &quot;Berlin Sans FB&quot;;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">- mysterious, mesmerizing, enticing and a cloud capped dream.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Berlin Sans FB&quot;;"><o:p>------------------------------- <br /> </o:p></span><br /> <i><span style="color: #333300; font-family: &quot;Goudy Old Style&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">Kwai= betel nut in Khasi language<o:p></o:p></span></i><br /> <i><span style="color: #333300; font-family: &quot;Goudy Old Style&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">Kong=Sister (mostly used as a dignified&nbsp;salutation for any unacquainted lady)</span></i><span style="color: #333300; font-family: &quot;Goudy Old Style&quot;; font-size: 11pt;"></span><br /> <span style="color: #333300; font-family: &quot;Goudy Old Style&quot;; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</o:p></span><br /> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333300; font-family: &quot;Goudy Old Style&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">My tribute to the beautiful&nbsp;hill-station called Shillong (Capital of Meghalaya) where I’ve spent some of the best years of my life. Have tried to narrate some of the most enduring images of Shillong that I still hold close to my heart...</span><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-4919867929913356200?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com6http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-dream-shillong.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-18230835310435131312009-02-05T22:19:00.013+05:302009-02-05T22:49:42.580+05:302009-02-05T22:49:42.580+05:30<span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SYsbWOgYh6I/AAAAAAAABLs/8FAt_6J15Gk/s1600-h/1111111111111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SYsbWOgYh6I/AAAAAAAABLs/8FAt_6J15Gk/s320/1111111111111.jpg" width="168" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><meta content="text/html; 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font-size: small;">Do you still remember?&nbsp;</span><o:p></o:p></span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">#Translated from a poem that I wrote in Assamese language. </span></i><br /> </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-1823083531043513131?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com7http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-still-remember.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-68268113628980390892009-01-28T23:13:00.003+05:302009-01-29T00:02:34.368+05:302009-01-29T00:02:34.368+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The hallowed portal of St. Mary’s School was a landmark in the small sleepy town of my childhood.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Every morning a steady stream of students would converge into the school from all over the neighboring places. The 9 o’clock bell brings all the students to the assembly line for the morning prayers every other day.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">“Our father in heaven… Holy be thy name….. Amen</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">A panoramic view of the school would invariably give delectable food for thoughts for every palate- students raising hands in earnest to answer questions, recite poems by Wordsworth and Coleridge where <i>Daffodils</i> would follow <i>La Belle Dame Sans Merci</i> and Oliver Twist would still ask for more year after year. Every day one or two outstanding (standing out of the classroom kneeling down!) student were to be seen bring punished for imaginary crimes and trivial things, The Headmistress with a small book in hand walking in the corridors and having&nbsp;a cursory&nbsp;look through the window glass into the classrooms, the chrome of the cross, the white robes, the rosary beads are still etched in some corner of my mind.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">The reddened betel nut stained mouth of our mathematics teacher, which would spit out such cruel combination of numbers from + to – infinity that the weak hearted ones would invariably opt for Geography to save their skins from mathematics when they reach high school. Sometimes the algebra haunts a kid like a midsummer night’s dream.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Life was not perfect then but it could not have been better either. It was an idyllic life away from the din and bustle that we are resigned to right now. The merry sound of the school bell, the rush to play games with friends even during a ten-minute break, the mirth of eating ice candies and gooseberries seasoned with salt from the poor guy who used to sit outside the school gate all added up to make a heady concoction of nostalgia.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">As I look back to those golden days I recollect a few blurred memories… somewhat lost in translation but the essence remains intact. I was perhaps in Class 3 or 4 at that time.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <div style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">(flashback)</span></b></div><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><flashback><o:p></o:p></flashback></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Good morning Students</span></i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">- Mrs. Dutta greeted the class as she entered the classroom.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">There was a dignified air about Ma’m Dutta and her elegant sarees accentuated that image. No wonder she received the Best Teacher Award for 2 consecutive years.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Good morning, Teacher</span></i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">-- the class sang in unison, the tune akin to the hallelujah often heard in the nearby Church.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">I have got an announcement to make. There is a painting competition today after the attendance and a few students will be selected to represent our school in the district level competition.</span></i><br /> <br /> <i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">The instructors from the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Govt</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">Art</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">School</st1:placename></st1:place> will come to conduct the selection process and I would request everyone to give it your best shot!!</span></i><br /> <br /> <i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Everyone please respond to your roll call now… she commanded.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Roll No.1…. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Present Ma’m&nbsp;</span></i><br /> <br /> <i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Roll No.2…..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Present Ma’m <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Roll No. 21<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">- - - <br /> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Roll No. 2… Aakash!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">… Yessss Ma’m… Present Ma’m</span></i><br /> <br /> <i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Aakash… what are you chewing!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Ahem… No… Nothing…. Ma’m... I ...Err</span></i><br /> <br /> <i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Go out and throw it in the dustbin….&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">She gave him a steely stare and her kohl lined eyes accentuated her anger to the n^thdegree.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p>Just then a man in his mid forties with salt-pepper hair and matching beard entered the class. His <i>khadi</i> kurta left nothing to imagination and we immediately came to know that he is the adjudicator from the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Art</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">School</st1:placename></st1:place>. He introduced himself and exchanged pleasantries with Mrs. Dutta. Ma’m then left the classroom handing over the stage to the Art teacher.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">We came to know that all the students from Class 1 to Class would take part in the Art competition wherein we would have to draw anything that we like. The best ones amongst all of us would be required to draw again and the Top 5 would win prizes and represent school in the district level competition.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Everyone got busy sharpening their HB pencils, sharing erasers and arranging for pencils. And when the instructor gave us 30 mins to finish our drawing all of us allowed our imagination to run wild. Portraits, cartoons, landscapes to abstract (read as incomprehensible) drawings took shape as the seconds got converted into minutes. The Art teacher came to each and every desk to inspect the drawings. Just them Ma’m came to check for herself.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Oblivious to us was the fact that in each of the other classes similar bonded lead strokes were taking shape in varying degrees of imagination. As the allotted time got over we submitted our drawings and during the ensuing 10 mins break this was the hot topic of discussion. <br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">A dinosaur; a doll, dream house, Mickey Mouse, a scenery, a bunch of roses… it was an eclectic mixture charged with childhood imagination.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">My effort came out in the shape of a scenery (landscape) with cloud capped hills, sunrise, with a stream flowing from deep inside the hill to the wooden cottage, a flower garden, a TV antenna, a chimney atop the cottage with smoke bellowing from it and early morning bird flying in the sky. And right in front of the cottage was a small kid with a balloon in his hand smiling gleefully!!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">The results were declared and some 30 odd students from all the classes were selected for the next round. I was visibly excited and when they read out the entire list I found Ma’m Dutta giving me a set of HB pencils and an art paper for the next round!!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">‘Congrats Jagat!! And do well in the next round”</span></i><br /> <i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span></i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">She whispered to me with a glint in her eyes. I nodded with an impish grin and started to sharpen one of the pencils almost instinctively.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">All the selected students were then shifted to a new classroom for the grand finale...&nbsp; and we were given 45 minutes to give shape to our <i>masterpieces</i>.<o:p></o:p>The tension was palpable and sweaty palms made gripping the pencils harder. The stakes got higher and we engrossed ourselves with zest and pseudo intellectualism!!&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">After the time got over… and the sheets were collected we all went back to our respective classrooms for the lunch break. The Art teacher told us that the results will be declared a few minutes after lunch.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">The Headmistress, Ma’m Dutta and the Art teacher entered the classroom a few minutes after the lunch break. They carried the selected drawings and the list of the winners in a sheet of paper. Without much hope I waited for the results… just like everyone else.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">The winning names started rolling out with thunderous claps from the whole class and&nbsp; 5 students got selected, one each from Class 1 to Class 5.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">My name wasn’t there… and my heart skipped a beat or two.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">What followed next was something from an unknown realm… something that remained an eternal mystery because no amount of logic lends credo to its occurrence.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Ma’m called me outside the classroom afterwards… and visibly dejected I went out to meet her. She had something in her hand which turned out to be my drawing.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">She held it out and asked me <i>“What on Earth is this?”</i></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><i>&nbsp;</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">I saw the drawing and fumbled for words… cold sweat beads started to form on my forehead to add to the effect and expand my misery.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">Madam’s face was a convoluted mixture of emotions… and my confused self couldn’t decipher it at that moment.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">It’s a glass tumbler Ma’m</span></i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">- I meekly answered; praying inwardly to God to make me disappear from the face of the Earth for coming up with such a drawing.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;">A glass tumbler it is for sure… and a perfect one at that!! But why a glass tumbler for a drawing competition?!!</span></i><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"> Ma’m smiled and placed her hands on my slim shoulders and reassured me that the world isn’t ending!!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">I still don’t know how and when my juvenile phantasmagoria took the shape of a glass tumbler. I never quite knew why I decided to draw a tumbler….and that too a glass tumbler…. <o:p></o:p></span></div><h1><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Those were the days boy… those were the days!!</span><span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></h1><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-6826811362898039089?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com2http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-juvenile-masterpiece.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-6835114939143090052009-01-27T21:34:00.030+05:302009-01-27T22:49:48.659+05:302009-01-27T22:49:48.659+05:30<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SX80mlQV66I/AAAAAAAABKU/oFYk4lDKTmQ/s1600/DSC_1042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SWY3PMasQGI/AAAAAAAABGo/lO5Adi1T8vo/s1600-h/IMAGE_188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SWY3PMasQGI/AAAAAAAABGo/lO5Adi1T8vo/s320/IMAGE_188.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><br /> <br /> <br /> &nbsp;<a href="http://www.freetellafriend.com/tell/" onclick="window.open('http://www.freetellafriend.com/tell/?title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;url='+encodeURIComponent(document.location.href), 'freetellafriend', 'scrollbars=1,menubar=0,width=617,height=530,resizable=1,toolbar=0,location=0,status=0,screenX=210,screenY=100,left=210,top=100'); return false;" target="_blank" title="Tell a Friend"><img alt="Tell a Friend" border="0" src="http://serv1.freetellafriend.com/button_3.gif" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-5318294387365279868?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com1http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/special-journey-called-life.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-34612903048256696852008-12-23T22:39:00.002+05:302009-01-27T22:53:04.166+05:302009-01-27T22:53:04.166+05:30<div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><meta content="text/html; 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text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span> was chatting with my friend online about some must-watch horror flicks and the usual suspects’ name came rolling… The Blair Witch Project, The Exorcist, Poltergeist, Rosemary’s baby etc etc. I recollected my first brush with cinematic horror… I was perhaps in Class 4-5 then… and we used to hire VCR player and cassettes during our summer vacations and such other times. The movie in question was <i>The Evil Dead</i>, which was highly ‘recommended’ by the movie rental person. We brought the movie along with 3-4 other movies from many genres like ‘action’, ‘adventure’, ‘childrens’ (Famous Five) and invariably I was the one who would end up giving out list of movies that we can watch. Even now my brothers make fun of me when they recollect that once I asked them to bring the <i>Amitabh-in-aluminum</i> movie named <i>Ajooba</i> (some Russian collaboration period drama)!! But the case in point is that we brought the <i>Evil Dead </i>VHS tape and started watching it around 830pm (late start to get the feel of horror more!!). In the movie… the hero, heroine and friends rents a secluded house which the previous owner has sold off at throwaway price… and from then onwards things got creepy… the death by numbers continued and in turn the dead friends turn into zombies and starts attacking the remaining ones… which started to give us goosebumps… <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The childhood bravado was the only thing that prevented me from going hyper although my big bro closed his ears at the slightest hint of zombie action… his philosophy was perhaps NO HEAR, NO FEAR!!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"></span><br /> <span style="font-size: 11pt;">In the later part of the movie, something happened that could not be described merely in words. The movie was a Hindi dub and hence many of the dialogues were lost in translation. One of the female leads was killed and became a zombie and was locked inside a cellar by the guy… she manages to break open the lock and starts singing a song…<span style="color: #c0504d;">&nbsp;</span> <a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=ti-5ADcV_xc"><span style="color: #c0504d;">“Haal kaisa haie janaab ka.. kya khayal haie aapka…” </span></a><b><i><span style="color: #c0504d;">&nbsp; </span></i></b>in all her bloody elegance!! It was a piece of cinematic brilliance (!) and we all started laughing out loud… it was so hilarious… and for a moment we forgot that we were watching a horror flick!! So much so for my first experience of a <i>horror</i> movie!</span></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.freetellafriend.com/tell/" onclick="window.open('http://www.freetellafriend.com/tell/?title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;url='+encodeURIComponent(document.location.href), 'freetellafriend', 'scrollbars=1,menubar=0,width=617,height=530,resizable=1,toolbar=0,location=0,status=0,screenX=210,screenY=100,left=210,top=100'); return false;" target="_blank" title="Tell a Friend"><img alt="Tell a Friend" border="0" src="http://serv1.freetellafriend.com/button_3.gif" /></a> <br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-3461290304825669685?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com6http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-horror-movie.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-16875717764957952572008-12-15T22:07:00.004+05:302008-12-15T22:51:22.819+05:302008-12-15T22:51:22.819+05:30<div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sachin Tendulkar steered India to a magnificent win over England in the first of the 2 match test series in Chennai today and the whole of India erupted in joy. After the carnage in Mumbai that took place a few days back this was a small but significant step towards removing the scar from our collective mindset. Nothing unites India like <i>cricket</i> and Sachin is one of the most&nbsp; endearing symbols of our national pride.&nbsp;</span> </div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;</span> </div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hats off to India and the Men in Blue... and a special thanks to Viru and Yuvi as well!!</span> </div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span> </div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here's re-posting a few lines that I wrote in gratitude for the sheer pleasure that Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar brings to the cricket field.</span> </div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span></b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SUaNjGqhyaI/AAAAAAAABGM/E7ovLnlNYHI/s1600-h/Sachin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SUaNjGqhyaI/AAAAAAAABGM/E7ovLnlNYHI/s320/Sachin.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><u><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The Little Master</b></span></u> </div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Once upon a time, not so long ago<br /> Walked upon the green turf<br /> A boy with a willow wielded aloft as the chrome<br /> Set out to conquer the whole wide world<br /> Quickly he learnt… ‘prodigy’ everyone hailed in unison<br /> Dispatching the cherried beauty into parts far and unknown<br /> With such deftness akin to a master<br /> Whose actions spoke loud but not his words<br /> Such was his magic that the whole world bowed<br /> In defeat and victory he acted as the ‘man’<br /> Accepting them as if they were part of the plan<br /> Never was a human so intense on the hallowed ground<br /> Who breathed every time the love of his life<br /> Fighting it out till the legs went numb,<br /> Shoulders ached, the body gasped for breath<br /> The mind still figured out ways to stay back<br /> Coz he has never known what it was like to quit and turn<br /> Blessed are those lives which blooms in the public light<br /> Fighting sometimes became hard, with constant Cyclops checking him out<br /> Finding mistakes that exists only in someone’s mind<br /> As the years piled up …<br /> The boy grew … as were the stars that bore his name in the sky<br /> Like a warrior, bronzed under the sun<br /> He moved on to greater heights<br /> Most of them knew by now that he was special<br /> Time being the greatest judge stands proof to that<br /> Do we need to tell the maestro that it’s time for him to walk?<br /> --That lifelong running and many a battle can tire the bravest of souls<br /> Issit worth telling the Sun… when to rise and when to fall?<br /> Not giving the doubters a chance<br /> He’ll walk away into glory… when the sunset comes…<br /> With his head held high<br /> Li’l Master’s legend will grow… forever<br /> Long after the golden days are gone<br /> When he kindles the fire sitting on a lazy chair…<br /> Dusting the fog… reliving the memories on faded snaps<br /> Do remember to tell the near ones what one bard once dared to mark--<br /> You gave us joys in the only way you could<br /> You are and will be the little master</span></div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">May your legend ever grow!!</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><br /> </div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;">Here's another re-post on India's tour down under:</span><b> <a href="http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-aussies-won-and-cricket-lost.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;">The day the Aussies won and Cricket lost</span></a></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-1687571776495795257?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com1http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/india-masters-england.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-30104281133374121562008-12-13T23:26:00.007+05:302009-01-27T22:56:18.075+05:302009-01-27T22:56:18.075+05:30<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SUP713d6zKI/AAAAAAAABGE/5vHvvgqpuQE/s1600-h/FUS1306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SUP713d6zKI/AAAAAAAABGE/5vHvvgqpuQE/s200/FUS1306.jpg" /></a><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cjagat_saikia%5CLocal%20Settings%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; 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It was a windy winter afternoon and most of the neighborhood kids were busy making kites for the late afternoon showdown in the vast barren paddy fields in the other side of the locality across the forest. Suddenly a crazy brainwave struck my younger self then... why not make the biggest kite among all of the peer group... what I lacked in skill in making kites was more than made up by reams of colored paper, thin bamboo sticks and dollops of glue made from rice and starch!! </span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">After various attempts at making a contraption that vaguely resembled an apology of a kite I finally succeeded and hold aloft my green colored kite that was atleast 1.5ft on all sides with a 1 meter long tail to add to the effect. I left it to dry in the Sun for sometime so that the glue sticks fast and then I could go to the battle ground where other warriors would display their stuffs and try hard to rule the skies with their confetti colored colorful kites.</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Just then my cousin came home... he was a known semi-pro at kite flying and I offered him to have a first go at flying my kite. His eyes goggled out of the sockets when he saw the big kite... had it not been for the windy conditions it would have needed an engine to fly that heavy monster!!</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">After much coaxing and emotional blackmail he told that he will give it a shot. He told me to get the strings ready and then off we went with the green monster... after 10-15 mins across the forest and taking the short cut through the lake we entered the vast vast paddy fields where the yellowish cut stems of the harvested crops hinted at the imminent community feast and also that my birthday was not far off either!!</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">The wind almost pulled my woolen cap off as I ran backwards holding the kite as my cousin got ready to pull the strings (literally!!). The half-cut paddy stems made whitish scratch marks on my knees and below... but it was no way going to dampen my flying spirits. The cerulean sky was like a giant polka dot skirt... being dotted with tiny colorful kites of all hues and shapes and sizes and feverishly excited kids shouting and egging on their respective flight commanders. </span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">My cousin struggled initially to launch the kite but as the wind grew stronger it was propelled into the orbit with much further ado... but since the other kites were the usual variety being light and small they became increasingly difficult to control and maneuver and most of the players tried to pull down their kites to save them from being torn apart. But my 'green-eyed monster' with the long pinkish tail was gaining height and was the monarch of all it surveyed. My cousin was shouting that the kite was so un-worthy that only an insane gust of wind could have lifted it up... I gave a sheepish grin and admired my creation flying majestically!! Just then my cousin gave me an offer that I couldn't refuse... he handed me the strings and told me to control the kite for sometime. O God I was so happy... it felt like I was flying along with the kite... in the open open sky!!</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Just like any Bollywood potboiler there was a twist in the tale... a monster appeared... with fangs of fury and violence in its mind... the eagle zeroed down on my kite and in a cruel twist of fate it cut the string and off went my kite in a random tangent... and then the entire world passed into a blurred existence as I dropped my the string-box and ran after the kite... as fast as my small legs would carry me. My cousin took a while to get a grip on what's was happening amidst the cries of the other kids who kept on shouting that the big kite was cut off by the big bad bird. I ran past the silent stream, the forest and entered into our lane and then across the street to the other locality... and at the same time keeping an eye on the 'lost' kite being swept away by unfriendly winds. I could vaguely make out that my cousin was also running behind me... his concern was entirely on recovering me from my madness and not the kite... bt nevertheless he was there. I crossed the busy road and then into the narrow lane that leads to another barren field that closely resembled the paddy field where we were flying our kites. I looked around but somehow I lost track of the kite and it was nowhere to be seen... still wondering what might have happened to my dear kite. Dejected and drenched in a cold sweat I turned back to return home and could see my cousin huffing and puffing and swearing at me at my madness. But I was oblivious to his&nbsp; admonishments and my eyes were just searching for any signs of the kite. As we turned back to take the long walk home we could hear a group of kids shouting lustily and when we went near we could see a large green kite hanging from one of the branches of the tall tree. It was still trying to fly... more of a symbolic gesture but how I wanted my kite back. My cousin told all the kids that it was my kite and the entire story... they reluctantly agreed to buy the story and my cousin climbed the tree and got back the kite... 'my' kite!!</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">That night I kept on looking back at the kite and then fell asleep smiling. That was the last time the 'gentle giant' ever flew in the skies but the memory lingers on. I was the 'kite runner' for a day and I got my kite back... even an ill mannered eagle couldn't take away from me what was mine… ‘my kite’!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><br /> </o:p></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><br /> </o:p></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><br /> &nbsp;<a href="http://www.freetellafriend.com/tell/" onclick="window.open('http://www.freetellafriend.com/tell/?title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;url='+encodeURIComponent(document.location.href), 'freetellafriend', 'scrollbars=1,menubar=0,width=617,height=530,resizable=1,toolbar=0,location=0,status=0,screenX=210,screenY=100,left=210,top=100'); return false;" target="_blank" title="Tell a Friend"><img alt="Tell a Friend" border="0" src="http://serv1.freetellafriend.com/button_3.gif" /></a> <br /> <br /> </o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-3010428113337412156?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com3http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/romancing-life.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-29704172046468463072008-12-13T21:44:00.000+05:302008-12-13T21:57:16.831+05:302008-12-13T21:57:16.831+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SUPhqyqWaVI/AAAAAAAABF8/MEMv4clF6hs/s1600-h/DSC_0673111111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SUPhqyqWaVI/AAAAAAAABF8/MEMv4clF6hs/s320/DSC_0673111111.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another pic&nbsp; :) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-2970417204646846307?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com3http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/orchida-obscura.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-57571601168664034102008-12-11T22:50:00.000+05:302008-12-11T22:52:18.264+05:302008-12-11T22:52:18.264+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SUFL_Y3WC9I/AAAAAAAABF0/jwncLfW2dLk/s1600-h/DSC_0654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/SUFL_Y3WC9I/AAAAAAAABF0/jwncLfW2dLk/s400/DSC_0654.JPG" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">A recent pic of the Moon from my terrace!! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-5757160116866403410?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com3http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/dark-side-of-moon.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-60942680643155037172008-12-08T21:39:00.001+05:302008-12-08T21:43:42.727+05:302008-12-08T21:43:42.727+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/ST1G32hR_BI/AAAAAAAABFs/cG9kUffiHqU/s1600-h/jagatzzzzzzzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/ST1G32hR_BI/AAAAAAAABFs/cG9kUffiHqU/s400/jagatzzzzzzzz.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">A pic taken while I was in Guwahati (Oct, 2008)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-6094268064315503717?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com5http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/brahmaputra-guwahati-assam.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-68684019801753477242008-12-07T20:37:00.002+05:302008-12-07T20:52:32.434+05:302008-12-07T20:52:32.434+05:30<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/STvpHNi1C1I/AAAAAAAABFk/-ZiJfzahyLA/s1600-h/200px-Chandnichowktochina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/STvpHNi1C1I/AAAAAAAABFk/-ZiJfzahyLA/s320/200px-Chandnichowktochina.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">An action-comedy about a simple cook (played by Akshay Kumar) from Chandni Chowk mistaken for the reincarnation of an ancient Chinese warrior by the villagers of an oppressed Chinese village. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">From the hustle-bustle of Chandni Chowk to the hutongs of Beijing, the electric energy of Shanghai and sheer breathtaking Chinese landscapes, Chandni Chowk To China chronicles the lunatic adventures of a hapless simpleton cook from Delhi. As he goes to seek his destiny, he finds himself thrown into a crazy world of megalomaniac villains, femme fatales, crazy inventors, Chinese mysticism and outlandish kung-fu assassins.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><table cellspacing="2" class="infobox vevent" height="117" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 90%; text-align: left; width: 286px;"><tbody> <tr class="description"><th>Directed by</th> <td>Nikhil Advani</td> </tr> <tr> <th>Produced&nbsp;by</th> <td>Rohan Sippy</td> </tr> <tr> <th>Starring</th> <td>Akshay Kumar<br /> Deepika Padukone<br /> Mithun Chakraborty</td> </tr> </tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S. </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;">Chandni Chowk to China is said to be semi- autobiographical film portraying actor Akshay Kumar’s life. He himself agreed that about 50% of the film is based on his life.</span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ref: www.wikipedia.org</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-6868401980175347724?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com4http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/chandni-chowk-to-china-must-awaited.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518897382641569621.post-928084857509607302008-12-02T22:39:00.002+05:302008-12-02T22:57:21.040+05:302008-12-02T22:57:21.040+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/STVuiigzpJI/AAAAAAAABE8/XRASjmrS1SQ/s1600-h/1204969998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GbneTBQb8Lc/STVuiigzpJI/AAAAAAAABE8/XRASjmrS1SQ/s200/1204969998.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><br /> </span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">When I looked at you across the crowded room</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">And my eyes met yours </span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">I coerced time to come to a stall</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">Baby at that moment... I lost myself!!</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">When under the moonlit night</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">Amidst the sea and the palm grooves</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">My fingers searched for and found yours</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">baby at that moment I found myself!!</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">Your princess tresses and sweet sweet smile</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">Ah! that heady feeling of your presence in my life</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">You mean everything to me, perhaps I mean something to you too</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">In that feeling baby let's lose ourselves for eternity!!</span><br style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;" /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518897382641569621-92808485750960730?l=jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagat Jyoti Saikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15672525859895787635noreply@blogger.com3http://jjs-decides-to-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-like-love.html