KhepiAri

{The part two of my driving experience} On second day, Bunny Instructor and Knowing were standing at door step early in the morning. Overexcited Daredevil too was up with the first sound of alarm. But the Scared Cat who had hunted words late night was not willing to wake up. It was the time for the scared Cat’s sacred dream time. Yet she was pulled out of her sister’s comfortable bed and was forced to brush and wash her face. Life for next one month was going to be harsh for the scared Cat. The carbon gray car was again out into the blue to its practice field in Pink College. Pink College was not informed about the training hence its huge gates were locked up. Bunny Instructor took the car to ITI field which was an open ground for masses. Daredevil went on her usual whirlpool of driving, the same story of clutch break accelerator began and smell of burnt oil ran in air. Yet the Daredevil was not the one to back off. The more the car resisted, more the Daredevil suffocated...

{This is going to be several part article series. Since I have got few complains of being repetitive in my feminist outlook and missing my humourous pieces, so today I try to write one. The pleasure writing is about my experience of driving lessons I had to endure. } On my mother’s fifty first birthday our new grey shiny car arrived. After years of travelling in government authorized cars my father had the great enlightenment of buying his own just a year before his retirement.  With the advent of the car came the first problem, who would drive it. At the precise moment the ever enthusiast sister of mine was ready to drive the car without any prior idea about driving car. Yes she was home, which meant normalcy was far from sight.  Hence the hunt for driving instructor began. I asked my major mates, my father asked his personal chauffeurs, but the target was hit by my mother and sister duo. The son of our family friend found us one.  So the poor fellow had th...

“How much I craved for the sweetness of first drop. Every breeze blew the honey drops away. Now at the brink of desire, I felt the cold against the heat. The smell of the warm wet earth urges me to be at mercy of ecstasy. How much I craved for the miracle of rain. Every thunder that cries makes my heart delight in joy. The first drops drumming the thirsty earth is symphony to my soul. The smell of wet earth nauseates me to be lost at my own thirst. Every rain reminds me of the time thoughts I had. The touch of drops sparks the desire I never explored. I have died at the moment of hysteria, yet the last breath is infinite when the thought of you passes me by. No tears come when your face evaporates. Memories often limited, creates an emptiness which never burns but dries me every moment.  How much I have wished for you, drenched besides me. Every drop shows the moment we could have, moment of our present. The kisses never tasted, the hands never held, the chill nev...

When whole country is busy watching scams, scandals, separatist demands and political parties slamming each other. Small events and incidents go unnoticed. In my last piece I had mentioned how my dear state is being raped and molested at hands of various ideologies. The reason behind separate state demand is driven by the fear of failing to preserve culture. Right now my thoughts are on other aspects of preserving so called culture. A week before a College in Jorhat banned girls from wearing leggings as part of their uniform. The most common reason, the dress appears improper for a formal institution. This ban resulted in the girls protesting outside college and many were not allowed to attend classes. Similar ban was put in various colleges in Guwahati. Similar reactions were shown by the girls.  All over Assam we have compulsory uniform system in almost all the colleges. A color code is given and both male and females are to wear uniform in this color code. In my ...

 Assam the land of natural beauty, home of number of ethnic culture, tribe and language is where I grew up. If one grew up in this exotic state, they get used to the word- Bandh. Yes the day when suddenly some rebel group or some political party asks the people to stop their regular course of work.  From July 14 th , starts the season of Bandh till 15 th of August which happens to be our Independence Day.  Bandh has become a natural part of our existence.  It’s an extended summer vacation which includes the monsoon too.  I was born in the year when season of Bandh was at its peak point. So our generation grew up learning the names of rebel groups, various political parties and symbols.  Right now we are enduring the very season of Bandh in this state. Fun fact about Bandh, it was a harmless protest weapon highlighted by Mahatma Gandhi against British Rule. He used it as a method to handicap British economy and to show our disobedience against for...

 I always wanted to review my favorite writer Paulo Coelho's books once. Since during my visit to Kolkata, I found out that his new book Manuscript Found In Accra was out, I grabbed it. So here goes my review, but lets be clear love is love and criticism is criticism. Book- Manuscript found in Accra. pages- 194 I was done reading the book on my return journey in train. The book was off course not asking you to dream like in his The Alchemist, nor it questions the value of existence without purpose in his Veronika decides to die. With first read it appears to be an anthology of various thoughts amassed from various books Coelho has written. If you are a regular reader of his, you will find its similar in flow and words. The book deals with the manuscript written on the eve before Jerusalem was attacked. The Copt. is the speaker a man who answers the question of people. If we look at the book we will find it hits around the bush. Then we have to delve deeper, the bo...

This blog post is dedicated to the wonderful man "My brother-in-law" on surviving one year with my sister. Yes today they complete one year of their marriage.  Dearest Brother-in-law, Nothing in particular to say you, but you have many thanks and hands showing you thumbs up. You survived my sister, yes you did. Honestly when you gave the request in matrimony site, I was bent to reject it. But your smile had charmed my mother, so we looked further. When I read your profile you did fit our bill "Non-drinker, Non-smoker, smiling". Your blog made me like you, hence you grabbed my vote. Well its strange that your mental balance is still in equilibrium. Mom wanted to marry our apple of eye because she was driving us insane.Now you will land in top five of most popular family member. I doubt someone is hissing by your side as you are grinning. Since its one year, I would officially certify you the member Family of Satire.  Your mother-in-law and grandmother-i...