Payer Tolai Sorse

How do you write about something or someone whom you didn't consider as worthy of anything? It's like you proposed the girl whom everyone adored in the class ,got rejected badly...not that you were not suitable for her,but maybe she thought that way. And then you went for a compromise...u married someone who was your neighbour all the time,but u have never thought of talking to her.   It was my long dream of visiting Croatia and Slovenia in the falls.... applying for visa for Germany was just because my wife had a friend living there,that meant seeing Munich and adjoining areas for free...and we Indians,esp Bengalis always love free stuff. But the Germans thought otherwise,and rejected our visa. Rejected dejected i decided let's go somewhere near, where the kids will enjoy, and so we decided to go to Sri Lanka. Now, how was SriLanka...was it worth it? At the end of this travelogue,I hope you will find the answer.      Let's start the travelogue with a conver

What is life....is it something that distinguishes us from inorganic matter,..or is it just a small voltage fluctuation in an essential flat line on the ECG monitor,or is it a period of time between birth and death,made up by the choices that we all make in between.  As I lie somewhat drowsy ,wriggling with pain in this small cabin of a nursing home after undergoing a surgery,i contemplated the purpose of life.  Does life indeed have a purpose,or is it just living for the sake of living.  I tried to get up to get a view from the small window of this wonderful cabin, but the stitches ached like hell. And just at that moment,when I was totally losing my sanity and senses, my anaesthetic walked in to hold me from making a fool of myself. A bit embarrassed (i was still in my OT dress), i fumbled and she laughed out heartily.  Take rest, i will send someone to change your dress .  My protest was drowned in a series of phone calls.  What will you like to have for lunch? Biriyani......!  She

Beep beep beep.... A sweet voice called " ki re,kmn lagche ekhn.....tor ek chatri dekha korte eseche, vetore pathabo ?" Tor ICU,tui janis. Saradin oi Ipad na dhuke theke ektu bairer jogote ai....kalkei toke HDU te pathate bolechi. Ish,tahole toke r dekhte pabo na? Amai toh onekdin dhore rakhli,ebar jete de. And suddenly she vanished in the mist of the morning. And then i opened my eyes and saw you,  Sir, Bhalo achen....ki j koren, sorirtar to jotno neben,boyes toh hoyeche onek. Bolechilen j Thailand er beach e ganja tante tante morte chan, ta ekhane ICU te suye achen keno. Taratari sustho hon, r beron. Ganja niye esechis? Eta ICU ....u smiled with a bit of fake anger. How much time you spent i didn't know,but it felt like eternity...it's a good thing that they don't allow watches in ICU. So, again to kill the time and to keep the promise,i asked for my Ipad. Our last night's sleep was interrupted by the sounds of packing and bundling. The whole ashram was awa

" Roll me up and smoke me when I die And if anyone don't like it, just look 'em in the eye I didn't come here, and I ain't leaving So don't sit around and cry Just roll me up and smoke me when I die Now, you won't see no sad and teary eyes When I get my wings and it's my time to fly Call my friends and tell 'em There's a party, come on by Now just roll me up and smoke me when I dieRoll me up and smoke me when I die ....." Willie Neelsen Standing in front of Maya Bay ,and humming the tune ,i was thinking maybe this is the place to party,and the place to die( incidentally Thailand had legalised use of Marijuana that year)! The white sand beach, the blue cloudy sky with the sun playing a peek a boo with our patience, the lofty mountains and the calm greenish blue sea kissing the white beach with gentle loving waves, Maya Bay , a paradise on earth. The bay had just been opened to the tourists that year, and the pandemic had given en