Notes from a living room: 38

The Chhatim flowers have started coming out in volumes in the southern avenue, and around the lake place. That reminds me that Durga Puja is not that far this year. 

By the way, I am listening to 'Hosh walon ko khabar kya' in my room right now. Here's the lyrics of the same, which I happen to like very much.

Hosh Walon Ko Khabar Kya Bekhudi Kya Cheez Hai
Ishq Kije Phir Samajhiye Zindagi Kya Cheez Hai
Hosh Walon Ko Khabar Kya Bekhudi kya cheez Hai...

Unse Nazrein Kya Mili Roshan Fizayen Ho Gayi
Aaj Jaana Pyar Ki Jaadugari Kya Cheez Hai
Ishq Kije Phir Samajhiye Zindagi Kya Cheez Hai...

Khulti Zulfon Ne Sikhayi Mausamon Ko Shayari
Jhukti Aankhon Ne Bataya Maikashi Kya Cheez Hai
Ishq Kije Phir Samajhiye Zindagi Kya Cheez Hai...

Hum Labon Se Keh Na Paye Unse Haal-E-Dil Kabhi
Aur Woh Samjhe Nahin Yeh Khamoshi Kya Cheez Hai
Ishq Kije Phir Samajhiye Zindagi Kya Cheez Hai...

What an unusual happening. I started writing, and now I don't get any words to write.

I decided I'd give some of the pictures from my room, and some pictures of our neighbourhood in this note. So here they go...

                           This one is the picture of a wall-hanging, bought by me from a shop in Gariahat market. Two people, most probably dancing. The black one is a man and the red one could be a woman. Though it's a modern art and its meaning could be something else, I just bought it because it reminds me that being with someone makes us happy. :)

 

                                                                                Another one of those, bought in the same shop. Seven horses. But technically there are only six and half. One of the horses doesn't have his body. Too bad I didn't see it while buying. Would have gone for another picture of this genre. Nevertheless I like this one. 

 

                                

                                      This one is an old picture of Tarachand Dutta Street, Kolkata, by a certain Samir Biswas. I have hung it on the calendar of my room.

 

  

               

                                             This is the Pandit Tarapada Chakraborty Sarani. Picture taken from the roof of our flat. The rooms resting on the south-east corner has been taken by our new neighbour. They came in after sometime the Punjabi family went away from the same building. The house has been renovated, and previously, it was hell of a building, with bricks and cements falling down every other week from the cornice. Now that it looks very new, people have almost forgotten of those unforgettable past.  

                                                 By the way, Shahrukh Khan's shaali (his wife's sister) lives in the house you see at the west-side of this picture, the white one. She works for Calcutta metro.  

 

This is the infamous Tollygunj slum, taken from the backside of the roof of our flat. The Adi Ganga or The old Ganges or more famously known as the Tolly nala can be seen here.

And here comes my room. Yes, the living-cum-dining room, the room where I've been spending my life for the last seven years, after I came back from my hostel. And this is the same room on which I loosely based my story, 'The no-private room'. That's my bed, right there, beside the computer table. Though the computer is facing front-ways in this pic, now it faces my bed, all the time, not only because it is easy to work from my bed, but also, it gives me privacy while using the computer. 

And that's the rest of the room. Picture taken from my bed. you can see the television, the dining table, the refrigerator, even the 'seven horse'-wall hanging.  

That's again Pandit Tarapada Chakraborty Sarani. Picture taken from my bedside windows this time. it was a rainy morning. And I had nothing better to do but click pictures from the camera my sister left behind. She left it to use it while we were about to visit Varanasi. We don't have a camera by the way. So, sister's camera it is, that we used. The footpaths you see in this picture are sometimes used by the local slum people to sleep in the night, when the summer season is in its high, and they need some air to have a good night's sleep.

And that's your's sincerely. Trying to be smart, looking out of the windows and clicking his own picture, thinking that it will make him look even smarter. But alas! It doesn't. :)

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So that's it. Tell me if you liked my pictures, my room and the place I live. Until the next note. 

- 5th October, '12.