KhepiAri

(Well sorry for not writing for a while now. I was suffering from Blogger's Block ( lie, i did not find a topic to write about). I wanted to pen something about the Durga Puja but I felt every other Bong who writes blog must have written about it. So the Idea got dropped. I wanted to post the pictures of Pujas I visited but again Google has many better. Not being very religious I don't have the perfect Bong Connect with Goddess Durga. Well Durga Puja is not the topic.)  Today I pondered upon various articles and blogs at one go, so I found an interesting piece on  BBC  page about how language changes grows evolves with passage of time. Again let me inform its not about my deep thoughts on literature. But this piece of writing compelled me to write about the topic I was thinking about for a year or so. But before I start let me give you the background. Back to Durga Puja On  Dussehra that's Dashami in Bangla, my Mom and I went to see the Bisar...

Today we complete one year. Well by we I mean my blog, my reader friends and me. Last year on the very same day we began a journey of words without a Aim in mind. I feel so proud that I did not give up midway. Right now with 49 self-published blog posts and a year-full of twisted tale I feel glad and thankful.  I began the blog on a very significant day- 2nd of October is the birthday of Father of Our Nation- M.K Gandhi. Well last year I did not choose this day, just like everything it was a random day. Last year I was angry, frustrated, bored, proud, arrogant and a mad. Today I feel happy, open to life, interested, quite humble- but still mad. I cant say that I look back and I can claim a lot in my satchel, but yes my blog saved me. Few days back I read about writing therapy as the best way to reform and counsel the self. Indeed my blog has been a way to vent out my initial anger against Pink College, my anguish against lost chances and finally putting the p...

Many of my friends can trace back the first day of school in their memory but I cant. I loathed studying, I hated my first school, I feared my first teachers. For me everyday was a war in school. So why should my first day be different? As from the fables which my Mom tells to people I can make out that I was pain to her in my initial years of learning. I use to cry, shout, vomit, not visit washrooms till school was over. I had made their life pathetic. Sometimes I didn't step out of School Bus, other time I did not write a single classwork. For all this I used to get beaten up almost everyday at home.  The word 'Exam' has always created terror in mind of students, I was no exception.. I was no exception when the results came out. I was always below average, got the remarks very poor, can do better, my report cards always had C, D and occasional A and B's.. I could never remember, I had no interest in studies. The process of Education was n...

Today I have no twisted tales, no happy go lucky girl post, no silly obsessions or an alternate view of world. Today I have anger bolted inside me for past three months. I am tired of being Ignorant or Blind to the happenings in my country. My Country India at its present state is going through a  difficult time. By difficult Time I mean "Very Difficult". The country is suffering from mass outbursts from different part of the country. We are having protests after protests.  I have lived in land of nature and revolt- Assam my state has been suffering her fair share of problems for more then thirty years now. Presently my state is having ethnic riots. Many have lost lives, home, jobs and sense of security. Some group claims sovereignty of Assam another separate state from Assam. Is Assam Cake that every other political and social group wants a piece ? Has anyone asked what we the common people want. In this claim of sovereign...

Knowledge Thou Art Great   Our country celebrates Teachers Day on 5th of September every year. The day is celebrated on birthday of  respected Dr. Sarvepalli Radakrishnan the second President of our country. Every year all the schools big or small, government or private celebrate this one day to the fullest. Students all over the country try to make this day special for their beloved teachers in their own way.... I still remember my childhood days when whole night we use to wake up and make greetings card for our teachers. We use to have before hand instructions by teachers to not buy gifts. So my creative urges had been boosted on this days. My Alma mater D.P.S had its own tradition of teachers day. Till grade tenth I enjoyed each and every teachers day. But occasional disappointing moment came up too when Sunday fell on calendar. All my life in D.P.S I grew up with a dream to be teacher for one day. In gr...

As I was chewing up the back of my pencil during philosophy class today, I realized I have been neglecting my beloved blog past two months, I have no excuse that I was busy or didn't have time. To be honest I didn't get the right mood and topic to write about. Many things happened in my State in last two months but I refrained from writing about them as I did not feel it. Back to chewing pencil moment:- I also realized I completed one year of my Pink College Life. Now the blues have become tolerable, and the color pink is still not my Favorite. I look back one whole year behind me. Last one year had been very painful, ironical,paradoxical, spiritual and traumatic for me in the beginning. My friends went outside to study, and I came back from Delhi University, I had the great experience of joining three colleges at a go.. I remember the words I uttered to my sister when I decided to Leave Delhi - Beggars Cant Be Choosers, my best frie...

Any ordinary girl when starts frequenting her self with alphabets, in general meets fairy tales by the age of three. Though my childhood was no different I too loved fairy tales. The words "Once Upon A time" a classic piece of master wordsmith. They "Happily Lived Ever After". The hard work of Cinderella rewarded, the pure heart of Belle rescuing her love, Aurora sleeping ten decades for love,. The very common of tales I mentioned, few are tracing my memory the -Bengali Fairy tales with the twists by gods, all have happy endings. To be honest I still love Fairy tales, as soon as I stumble upon Andrew Lang's books I grab them. Though here we are met by different tales, its in Lang's book that I realised for first time Little Red Ridding Hood was gobbled by Wolf/Fox. Its then when I felt Fairy Tales were not always Fairy-some. Oscar Wilde opened my eyes with his twisted tales, which had fairy tale qualities and narrativ...