Random snippets from my mind

Maharashtra came to a standstill as their “Tiger” Balasaheb Thackeray deceased on Saturday at 03:30 pm. Witnessed as one of the greats in Indian politics, this 86 year old cartoonist and writer was solely responsible for bringing about a change in the political scenario of his state, Maharashtra. But it seems the rule of the jungle is still existent and that too in one of the most developed cities of the country – Mumbai. The king of the jungle is dead but his iron fist rule is still applicable. What I am implying to is the arrest of two girls in Mumbai when they objected to the bandh on the event of Bal Thackeray’s death. A 21 year old girl wrote in her facebook profile that people like Thackeray die almost every day and there is no need to make such a fuss out of it. Can someone please enlighten me whatever was wrong with her words? A great politician died. Okay fine. So what?! Okay I accept that he single handedly changed the entire political scenario of Maharashtra and was t...

Diwali has always been known as the festival of lights. Its really a spectacle to see all the houses in the neighborhood decorated with various lights, each glimmering in their own accord. Traditionally, diya should be burnt, though nowadays, very few take the pains to do so. The subtle glow of the diya s add charm to this festival. But I don’t think this festival should only be associated to lights. Diwali should also be known as the festival of Sounds. Kali Puja, which is celebrated during Diwali, is followed in Assam with great pomp and splendor. My locality happens to be one of the famous places in town renowned for its Kali Pujas. So there is an entire volley of sounds surrounding me during these two days of festivities. While the sounds of the fireworks and the loudspeakers of the puja pandals compete for being the loudest, there are the others heard on a daily basis – the vehicles on the main road, the whistling train, babies howling, mom scolding… the list is just end...

The past month has flown by in a whirlwind of activities. No sooner did October arrive, I escaped from Dibrugarh to attend a camp in Ranchi (NCC cadet remember?!!) I went there, stayed there for half a month and returned back just the day before Maha Shashti (18 th October)… only to fall sick! It was as if my body’s immune system had given up a long fight by the end of these 15 days and has finally shouted, “I’ve had enough!” The past 15 days, I had been deprived of fish – a legally punishable offence of culinary depravity, especially if the offended is a Bong! I had full well planned to avenge this act of depravity by consuming fish to the fullest. But my failing immune system had taken all my plans of being the ultimate consumer along with it down the drains! But still, I managed to have one fried fish despite being sick to the bone! I recovered back thankfully, before the actual puja began. (I guess it was the fervor attached to this festive mood that helped me recuperate) By ...