Scattered notes 15

Took some time out after a long time and visited Golpark library, one of the places I have always considered as having the potential to calm our minds.

Fascinated about Holmes, Specially the character. What is behind those calm but sharp and promising eyes? In order to discover the character…read about him, or his works, I said. And I found myself taking the SD4 at 5 PM sharp.

At first read a book named ‘Interviewing for journalists’ written by Sally Adams with the help of Wynford Hycks. In order to overcome the fear from the HR and the interviewer, go deep down into their consciences, I thought. Read that for about forty-five mins.

And then came ‘The adventures of Sherlock Holmes’. I said hello to the two previously known stories I watched at Fox history, one of which is ‘The man with twisted lips’. I started reading ‘A scandal in Bohemia’ in utter excitement. Didn’t find anything that can give a ray of hope to my pre-conceived notions.

Came back home through Southern Avenue. By now you have known what does that supposed to mean.

I almost forgot to mention…we have a new neighbour. They have started living at one side of the building the Punjabi family had left. They have acquired the place before Durga Puja…but a few things distracted my eyes, and so the delay of reporting…must be forgiven by true followers.

I wear three rings by the way…as I was thinking this evening sitting in the Golpark library that I almost forget to write about myself sometimes. It’s a big world, and there are things that attract or distract our eyes so often, we tend to forget small things that are there to mention.

I walk around the lake places and Southern Avenue every evening… describe myself as ‘wandering and unmindful’, write stories about love, liking, relationships, people, crime and mystery. My writings have been published in Times of India twice, once back in 2007 and another this year 2010. I was one of those 47 persons whom Bob Roy, the chief editor of TOI referred as the youngest talents in writing in India in 2007.

And I have been refused by two girls, once long ago, and another seventeen days before.

I am a simple person at heart, but love complicated feelings and behaviour when it comes to real. And I hate liars and people who keep double standard.

I cry at tunes people have never listened or heard about. I weep while listening to shehnai and violin. The theme music from ‘In July’ makes me weep every time I listen to it. I have recorded it in my mobile so that I can cry in my lonely times and think about people who never understood me.

I don’t believe in friendship between a boy and a girl and rely on the premise that a boy and a girl can’t have 'friendship'. If I talk to a girl with some intensity and excitement that will mean I am interested in her…and it’s not just in a friendly way. And I expect the same.


My parents sent me to a hostel when I was 10 years old. Since then I have become tough at heart. I talk to my father very rarely, because we have several issues which contrary. But I respect his way of bringing me up to make a strong person…which I know I’ll never be, with the amount of emotion I shed over a certain given happening. I sleep, eat, study and do everything in our living room, because we live in one bedroom flat. And I haven’t had a personal bedroom in my life. I dream of a big home for myself.

My favourite writer is Ruskin Bond and I dream of one day to meet him. I would love to take a few pictures with him some day.

I am a person who loves trees and bushes and mountains and valleys that reach the horizon.

I want to visit Varanasi one day.


And I want people to understand me. The way I am.



It’s not the same person who laughs with you or cries silently when he is alone.






-Nov '10