I wish I could go back to the timeI Wish….
I wish I could go back to the time
I wish I could go back to the timeNo better way to wish everyone a very merry Christmas!!
I know I know..many would be surprised by the title and would be trying to decipher it. Well it’s the title of a bangla (yes that’s the right name of the language Bengali) song by the band Chandrabindoo. While I was working out today morning, I heard this song on the radio and just couldn’t help humming along with the song. To be honest, I had never been interested in the Bangla bands (except for one case, but that’s a different story), but this song really gripped me. The song kept on playing in mind all day long and I kept humming it too and I finally I had to download ! The song is about old school and college days, the carefree days of fun and frolic we have with friends, the stupid things we do, which we will miss all our life. Very lovely song. Wish someone could translate the lyrics to English, so that people who do not understand bangla can also comprehend the song. Anyone?
Artist: Chandrabindoo
Album: Gadha
Lyrics – Bondhu Tomae
chera ghuri rongin ball
ei tukui shombol
aar chilo roddur e pawa bikel bela
baaje boka ratri din
asterix tintin
elomelo kotah ure jeto
hashir thelae
she hashi chute jeto godhuli michile
shobar olokkhete tumio ki chile |
hawae hawae
hawae hawae
bondhu tomae e gaan shonabo
bikel belae
arekbar jodi tomaedr dole nao khelae ||
golper moto ishkul bari
jome otha khoto
khelbona aari |
she khela kana goli
roj chupishare
ebong aagun chilo last counter e
hawae hawae
hawae hawae
bondhu tomae e gaan shonabo
bikel belae
arekbar jodi tomaedr dole nao khelae ||
boimela gulo tar gi shreyoshi
chena mukhgulo porichito haashi |
she hashi rod jhikimiki karnishe
shahoshi chumbon aajo parenishe
hawae hawae
hawae hawae
bondhu tomae e gaan shonabo
bikel belae
arekbar jodi tomaedr dole nao khelae ||
chera chobi fotik jol
eitukui shombol
badbaki rod chole jawa bikel bela
aak gheye klanto din
tancus asperin
janjot e deri hoye gelo bikel bela
mora macher chokh jae jotdure
shukano jolchobi aajo roddure
hawae hawae
hawae hawae
bondhu tomae e gaan shonabo
bikel belae
arekbar jodi tomaedr dole nao khelae ||
Chetan Bhagat‘s last book 3 mistakes of my life had left me totally disappointed. I couldn’t even go through 2 chapters of “3 mistakes”. The book still lies in my book rack, half-read begging to be completed. But I don’t think I am in any mood to do so in the near future. One Night @ the Call Centre also was not so great compared to five point someone, the best we have had from the author till date. It was the built up of Five point that kept me going and complete the second one. However, thanks God, he is back in form after these two disasters.

Next to five point someone, it is absolutely hilarious and fun going through the book – fast paced, no time to blink here. ‘2 states: the story of my marriage’ picks up where ‘five point someone’ left off. It’s an against-all-odds love story about commitment and resolve. The story is told through protagonist Krish, a Punjabi boy after he falls for a Tamil girl, Ananya. The colloquial humor of Chetan’s writing is the highlight of the book. The wit and sarcasm stand out and are worth quite a few LOL moments. 2 states is an easy read. Every Indian who watches Bollywood knows the twist in this story. Yet you must read this book once, if only to know what lovers from different communities go through at the hands of their families. How love is at mercy of societal, familial norms. How love can drive you crazy. I could totally identify with Krish’s condition when he uses another person’s cellphone to call up Ananya as she ignores all his calls or when he can’t take Ananya’s silence any more and flies to her for a day! When the person you love rejects you it makes you do things insane! Though many have issue that the endings are predictable, and that the premise seems similar every time. But c’mon guys don’t you want your life to be happy…I like stories which end with happily ever after.
In short, a nice and entertaining book. Not all books are meant to be literary works with complicated plots with twisted sentences. Perfect when you want to read something light and get amused.
Being in makes you go through so many different emotions and feeling strong is certainly one of them. But, by being in love you allow yourself to become vulnerable to any type of potential damage whcih can be either directed to your ego or toward your spirits.
The very first feeling that attaches itself to (right after realizing that very “moment”) your every act is, perhaps, how mesmerized you are by this human being and how you really yearn to be closer to him/her. And somehow, reason tends to disappear when s/he is around. You are a bit more likely to make hazardous decisions just to be a bit more closer.
However, love does not make everyone weak in the knees, I think love makes the weak, weak-er and makes the strong, strong-er. That includes the unrequited lover the one who is not able to, or who does not allow him/her self to confess. That also includes the lovers who are able to express their love openly, they tend to bring more strength into each other’s lives just by showing how much they care and how much they are willing to undergo in life to keep their love alive…
Sometimes keeping things alive requires more strength then one is willing to give and that is when it gets dark, unjust and unsafe… Love, at times, may feel as though we are getting weaker by the minute; yet it is not love that makes you weak, rather it is the fear of losing it.
My personal opinion is that fear and weakness need not be a part of, what we call and carry in our hearts, “love”. The net load of love should feed our desire to become stronger and it should help us realize that we are lucky to have discovered such euphoria; therefore, let it circulate in our system and have it be an inspiration, have it be vast, have it diverge to infinity if you can afford to do so.
A man stopped at a flower shop for ordering some flowers to be sent as a gift to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”
The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.” He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.”
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave. The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the gifting order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.
At times we take many such relationships with our family and friends for granted. Learn to value them.
Best Wishes for Mothers Day!